Chapter 1

Mary Ann rolled over in the bed and lay on her stomach, her eyes closed. Her woman's body was damp with the heat of the night and a hunger gnawed at her that she couldn't quite define. She listened to the soft breathing of her son in the next room.

She remembered a lot about Joey. The fourteen years that he had been a part of her life. She couldn't think of the boy without thinking of his father. Joey was so much like him. Ed had been large and strong and half tamed. She had never succeeded in taming the man completely. Finally, when Joey was ten, his father had reverted to his wild instincts and flown the coop. She hadn't seen him since.

She rolled onto her back, her gown sticking to her damp skin. Her eyes opened and she sighed. Sleep was hopeless. She lifted the hem of her gown and fanned the nylon up and down slowly, trying to circulate some air over her steaming body.

As the air wafted over her belly and legs, she was aware of the sticky wetness between her thighs. She thought back to how long it had been since she had had a man. It had been nearly two years.

Her hands stopped fanning her gown and she rolled it back up over her belly and looked down over her body in the soft moonlight. It wasn't a bad body for a woman of thirty, she decided. Her thighs were full and round and her belly was nearly flat, just a hint of a curve to its plane. No stretch marks. The thick bush of hair at the juncture of her thighs was shiny and a little matted in the dim light.

She sighed again and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She left her gown bunched around her waist. Her mind wandered of its own accord back to Ed and his lovemaking. She smiled as she thought of his big cock sticking out from the dark bush of hair at his crotch, his balls hanging large and full beneath it. A shiver ran through her and she felt the wetness between her thighs increase.

She looked down at her still-firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and making large bumps in the front of the nylon. They throbbed faintly, almost aching. She squeezed her thighs together, pressing the thick soft lips of her pussy together. They were slippery against each other.

She tried again to tear her thoughts from her husband and his virile lovemaking. Everything she tried to substitute in her mind quickly faded, to be replaced by the memory of his muscular body lying on hers, his hard cock pistoning slowly in and out of her hungry cunt.

A flush of heat was creeping through her, causing her to perspire a little more. Her nipples tingled against the gown. The nylon clung to the damp valley between the firm mounds of spongy flesh. She leaned her head back against the headboard of the bed and closed her eyes.

Her long slim fingers stroked her bare belly slowly as she remembered how Ed labored over her body, driving her slowly to a frenzy of lust. How he had placed himself, bringing her to a slow and violent climax. A throb ran through her breast and she realized that her fingers were rolling her nylon-clad nipples slowly between them. She paused for a moment, surprised that she was caressing herself. Her nipples began to ache again and she gave over to the desire of her flesh.

She slipped her hand under the deep V of the gown and shivered as her fingernails scraped the sensitive flesh of her nipple. It was erect and hard, protruding into her palm as she squeezed gently. Her legs parted slowly, her knees bending slightly. Her other hand slid down the front of her torso and touched the damp skin of her belly. It paused a moment as she caught the nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and she rolled it gently.

Her long fingernails scraped her belly as her hand continued slowly down across her belly. The soft curly locks of hair on her mound met her fingertips and she combed through it. Her full red lips were parted and her tongue flicked across them, wetting their dry surfaces. She remembered the sharp man taste of Ed's cock and how much she loved to take the plum-shaped head into her mouth and roll her tongue around it.

Her fingers reached the beginning of the slit between her thighs and she gasped softly as she probed the slippery crevice. Her juices were flowing and the soft lips were gooey with them. Her legs opened wider and her finger plowed down to the soggy, hot mouth of her cunt. Her finger plunged slowly to the knuckle in the molten hole.

Her other hand was squeezing and pinching her tender nipples, switching from one side to the other. The straps slipped from her shoulders and the large firm cones lay naked under her hand.

She sank deeper and deeper into a hazy state of lust and hunger. Her finger plunged in and out of her drooling cunt as she tried to imitate the action of Ed's cock. Her finger wasn't large enough and wasn't a good substitute. She whimpered and pulled the digit from her cunt. It glistened wetly in the moonlight. She stared at it disgustedly for a moment and then applied it to the hard little knob of her clit. Slow flashes of pleasure rolled up through her as her fingertip rolled the little love button wetly.

In a matter of seconds she felt the first rush of sensation and the flood of pleasure. She arched her back, lifting her ass slightly and trembled. Her climax slowed her finger, but didn't stop it. As the pleasure lessened a little and turned to a warm glow, her finger stirred the slippery juices between her pussy-lips.

She remembered the tangy taste of Ed's come as his cock bucked in her mouth and pumped stream after stream of the thick hot fluid down her throat. Her parched throat cried out for the quenching flood. Her legs were splayed to their widest, her two fingers working furiously over her slippery little knob. Her other hand fen from her nipple and her fingers held the lips of her pussy open. Strands of hair around it became darker and curled as her juices seeped from her convulsing cunt.

Before she realized it, she was wondering if Joey's cock was as large or as long as his father's. She tried to create a picture of his naked adolescent body and the thought sent waves of shivers through her straining body. She pictured his young smooth body with his father's large hard cock sticking out of his crotch. The racking waves of pleasure caught her by surprise as an even more intense climax ran through her tense muscles.

Mary Ann sagged back against the headboard.

Little trickles of perspiration ran down between the heaving mounds of her breasts. She sat motionless, savoring the pleasure that soaked through her body. It had been months since she had experienced a climax.

Gradually, her breath was regained and her dark eyes fluttered anti then opened. A realization was rising in the back of her mind. Something that she had known but never managed to admit to herself. She could not abstain from sex. Sex of some sort, even if it were just masturbation.

Along with the realization came another admission. Her celibacy of the previous months was not due solely to the clumsiness and rough manners of the men she had fucked since Ed had left. Part of the reason was her attempt to deny her sexual nature. For a long time she had wondered if she were oversexed or even a nympho.

She had been awakened sexually at the tender age of eleven. Her mind floated back to that night in the past. Even over the distance of the years, her mind focused instantly on the scene.

She had gotten up to go to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning. She didn't even know if anyone was in the house besides her older brother Bobby. Her father had gone out early that night as he had nearly every Saturday night. Sometimes she heard him come in at night, tiptoeing to his room and then she would hear a woman's whisper through the wall. Mary Ann would lie in her bed and listen closely.

It was so seldom that the little girl heard a woman's voice in the house that it was a strange sound. Her mother had been dead so long that Mary Ann couldn't even remember her.

The night that was so vivid to her came back again. As she turned to go into the bathroom, she heard sounds. Sounds from the living room. She stood still, the floor cold on her small bare feet and listened. They were funny sounds. Hard breathing and soft moans. She strained to hear.

Curiosity finally won and she crept on her tiptoes to the end of the hall and peeked around the comer. For a moment her young mind was confused. She couldn't understand what was going on. The dim light of the lamp was enough to make out faces and bodies, but their position and action was strange to her.

A woman that she had never seen before was on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor. Her long hair hung down over her bare shoulders almost touching the floor. The only thing she had on was a pair of dark stockings and a garter belt. Mary Ann's father was on his knees behind her, naked, also. They were facing away from the girl so she couldn't see what was happening, but she guessed easily. Her father's hands gripped the woman's hips and his body was moving back and forth behind her.

Bobby, her sixteen-year-old brother, sat in a chair opposite the woman. He was naked, too. The woman's face was in the boy's lap and she had his cock in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down over it.

Mary Ann watched wide-eyed as the act continued, Her first reaction had been confusion. As she understood what was happening, she sensed .a new feeling creeping through her. Jealousy. The two most important people in the world to her were doing that with a stranger. She felt rejected, left out.

She watched. Their movements quickened and she could hear the woman's moans grow louder around Bobby's prick. Her father's body moved faster and faster, making wet slapping sounds against the woman's ass. Bobby was jerking and bouncing in the chair, his eyes clenched shut and his mouth was open.

Mary Ann heard Bobby groan and he seemed to shake from head to toe. Every muscle in his young body stood out. She looked down at the woman's face and saw her mouth and throat working, something white trickling from the corner of her lips. Her expression was one of intense pleasure.

Mary Ann's father wheezed and grunted. His head fell back and his belly slapped hard and loud against the woman's ass. He jerked several times.

Mary Ann could watch no more. She turned and ran back to her-bed. Bitter tears filled her little eyes as she lay in the dark, feeling lonely and left out.

The memory faded, and Mary Ann, the woman, sat in her bed, staring down at the damp hair between her legs. Her finger played idly in the damp curls, twisting them around. She looked at the clock. It was two-twenty, she was glad that it was Friday night and she didn't have to get up the following morning.

She stretched slowly, yawning uselessly. The straps of her gown were still off her shoulders and her breasts were still exposed. She caught a drop of perspiration in the valley between them and wiped it on the sheet. Her hair lay in wet curls across her forehead and her temples.

Feeling the urge to pee; she rolled off the bed and padded quietly across the hall to the bathroom. She left the light off and sat down in the semi-darkness. The hiss of her piss broke the silence for a few seconds and then she rose, dropping the gown around her knees. The toilet gurgled after she pushed the handle down. Stepping into the hall, she paused and looked toward Joey's room.

She moved to the door and looked in. She could make out his form, lying on top of the sheets. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the slightly darker room. She smiled as she saw the faint smile on the boy's face. He lay on his back, clad in jockey shorts. His adolescent body was smooth and muscular. Her eyes trailed slowly down it, studying the dim details.

She squinted against the dim light as she got to his shorts. There was a long bulge in the front of them, pointing up toward his flat belly. She couldn't believe that it was his cock. It was too long and thick in proportion to his body. Squeezing her eyelids together, she opened them and looked again. It still looked the same.

In the dimness, she strained to see. Casting restraint aside, she stepped into the room. She stood staring down at the long shape in the shorts. It looked even larger from that range. Her nipples were throbbing, she realized. Glancing quickly up to his face, she reassured herself that he was asleep.

Her palms were perspiring and the insides of her thighs felt drenched. As she shifted her weight, they felt slippery against each other. She licked her lips. She wiped her palm on her nylon-covered thigh. Her hand didn't drop back to her side. She reached out. Her hand shook slightly as it neared its goal.

Mary Ann heard her breathing for the first time.

It was a ragged rasp. Her mouth was dry and her lips parted. Her hand descended slowly. Her fingertips touched the soft cotton cloth of the jockey shorts and she felt the hardness beneath them. For several seconds, she didn't breathe. The heat of his cock soaked through his shorts and reached her fingers, she could feel the slight movement that his pulse stirred in it.

Her long red fingernails moved slowly, tracing the length of her son's cock, exploring the ridge around the head. He sighed and stirred and Mary Ann froze. She watched his face closely. His eyes were still shut and the faint smile remained.

Thumb on one side and forefinger on the other side of the long bulge; she stroked slowly and softly. It pulsed against her fingertips. She could feel it swelling slightly. Something trickled slowly down the inside of her thighs and she squeezed them together, sending a small wave of pleasure through her as the lips of her pussy pressed around her clit.

Her hand was moving a tiny bit faster and she was concentrating her caresses around the bullet-shaped head. Joey's chest was rising and falling a little faster and his hips flexed slightly with each stroke.

Mary Ann stopped and looked down at the boy and then at her hand. She withdrew it reluctantly and sighed softly. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, lightly, then left the room.

She stopped inside her bedroom and stared at her bed. It held no invitation. She turned and went to the kitchen, hoping that a snack would take her mind off thoughts of sex and pleasure. A thrown-together sandwich was the result of her hurried search and she sat down at the table to eat it. The first bite took forever to chew.

Her mind wandered back over the years again to another night when the moon was bright and the air was warm. .

It was several days after she had seen her brother and her father and the woman in the living room.

She hadn't said anything to either of them about it, and she had carried the confusion and hurt around inside her. She was lying on her bed, the sheet kicked down, her head propped up on her pillow, staring out the bedroom window. The moon was bright and made everything look silver-coated. Her cotton gown was already pulled up above her cotton panties due to the heat. She heard her brother come out of the bathroom and was aware that he was standing in the hall.

She turned her head and saw him standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking at her. She was sure that he was looking at her panties. She stuck her tongue out at him, good-naturedly.

He smiled and stepped inside the room. "Can't sleep?" he asked.

She shook her head and looked back out the window. He came the rest of the way to the bed and sat 'down on the edge.

"Something wrong?" He was speaking softly although they were in the house alone. Their father was out for the evening.

"No. Just hot." She didn't look at him as she replied. .

"Yeah. I know."

She felt his weight shift as if he were rising, and she looked at him quickly, a strange look in her eye. He paused and eased back down. "Want to talk?"

"I guess." She looked away and watched her finger tracing patterns on her bare thigh.

"So?"

"Do you love me, Bobby?" Her eyes were big and soft as she looked at his face.

"You know I do!" He smiled at her.

"I love you, too," she said almost in a whisper. There was something strange in her voice. His smile vanished as he studied her face for some clue.

"Bobby?" Her voice was even softer. "Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Tell me about sex."

The boy swallowed hard and stared at her.

"Hey, that's something you'll have to ask Dad or Aunt Kay about."

"Daddy and I can't talk like you and I can, and you know what Aunt Kay would say. She'd have a fit." Her hand left her leg and rested on his arm. She liked the feel of his hard muscles.

"I don't think it's right for me to tell you about it. I'm your brother." He looked at her hand on his arm and shifted uncomfortably.

"What's the matter? Don't you know anything about it?" Her face was impish and her eyes teased him.

"Sure I do!"

"So tell me." She suddenly was serious again. "like what?"

"Oh, I know about babies and what makes them. I wanted to know if it was fun or what." She rolled on her side, propping her head on her hand. Her knees scraped his back, touching his butt.

He shrugged and looked a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's fun."

"Does it feel good?" She was eager, her eyes wide.

"Yeah. Pretty good." He was getting more uncomfortable with every question.

"How good?"

He started to turn away and get up. Her small hand grabbed his leg and pulled him back around.

"How good?" she repeated.

He looked down at her hand on his leg and then up to her face. He squinted a little like he was trying to look harder at her like she was a different person.

"Better than anything else I have ever felt." His voice had less strain in it, but he wasn't relaxed.

"How about for the girl?" Her little fingers flexed on his thigh muscle

"It can be just as good for her."

A movement caught Mary Ann's eye. Something moved under his towel where it lay on his lap. She knew what it was and that thought made her all warm and tingly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, uh-no, I guess you don't." He shrugged and fumbled for words. "Well, if the guy takes his time and tries to make it good for her. H Mary Ann looked up at him for a moment and then she nodded. Her eyes dropped to his lap again and there was a lump-there.

"Do you ever ... play with yourself?" She had spoken so softly that Bobby wasn't sure he had heard her.

"What?"

"Do you ever play with your thing?" Her voice was louder and braver. "

"Where did you ever get an idea like that?" His voice rose and the expression on his face was both shock and guilt.

"I saw Billy Clark doing it one day in his garage." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I just wondered if you did it, too."

He started to lie, but his face showed it and he knew she would know that he was lying, "Yeah. I have." He looked away.

"Do you still do it sometimes?"

"Sometimes. Boy, you sure are nosey."

"I've played with myself, too," she said as if to make him feel better.

He turned and looked shocked. "Really?"

"Really."

"But you're just a little girl." He knew he had said the wrong thing before the words were out of his mouth.

"I am not! I've even got hair!" Hurt and-anger flashed in her dark eyes and she started to rise.

"Bullshit!"

"No bullshit!" Fire and sparks lit her eyes.

Before he knew what had happened, she pulled the front of her cotton panties down with her thumb. "Look!"

Bobby looked and a funny expression swept over his face. He stared longer than necessary.

Mary Ann stole a glance at his lap and the lump looked like a tent. Suddenly, she felt all hot and itchy down there where he was staring.

She slid the panties back up, slowly. His eyes pulled away and looked at her face. He swallowed hard and for a moment they looked at each other without a sound, each reading the other's thoughts.

"Have you got any hair?" she asked. "Sure. Lots of it."

"Show me." It wasn't a demand and yet her voice insisted."

Bobby looked at his sister, nervously chewing his lip.