Chapter 4
Mary Ann' gazed at the dim figure of the boy with mixed emotions. After several seconds, she realized that she was naked. That fact only confused the feelings even more.
His smooth young back looked as if it had been carved from marble. Each muscle blended into it as if defamed by an artist. The swell of his small firm buttocks molded the white cotton of his shorts. Mary Ann shook her head slowly as if to loosen some clinging thought. She licked her lips and shivered even though it was warm.
Every fiber in her being was called to mobilization as she forced herself to slide off the bed and return to the bathroom. Without hesitating, she turned on the shower and stepped under the stinging cold spray. Arms slack at her sides, she stood motionless and let the shower do what it could to wash away the steam between her thighs and the hunger in her belly.
She thought back to a summer night when she had stood under a cold shower, trying to quench the fire that burned in her loins. Bobby was away for a month, staying with relatives. He had been gone for two weeks and her little pussy was on fire for his touch.
She stepped out of the shower and dried slowly, careful not to touch between her legs with the towel. As she dropped her nightgown over her head, the front door banged. Her father had gone out earlier for his regular Saturday night. Mary Ann looked up sharply. He was hours early. She felt a tremor of fear.
She heard him mumbling and then the creak of the sofa and then silence. Her heart skipped a beat as she listened for the now familiar sounds of lovemaking on the sofa. Still silence. She crept to the bathroom door and peeked out. Unable to see the sofa, she padded on tiptoe to the door into the living room and peeked around the comer.
He lay on the sofa. alone. She could smell the liquor all the way across the room. He was pretty drunk. She gathered up her courage and crossed quietly to the sofa and looked down at her father. His hand was on the floor, the other arm across his face. He had just started to snore.
Mary Ann stood there in her gown, still clutching her panties. The strong sour odor of whiskey: tilled the air. She had seen him drunk before. He didn't get like some men and get mean when he drank. He just got-sleepy.
Mary Ann leaned over and kissed his cheek and his hand lifted from the floor and patted her ass. Her gown had been pulled up as she leaned over and his hand patted the bare flesh. The girl sucked her breath in quickly. The fire that she had tried to quench in the shower suddenly burst into full flame as her father's hand stroked her naked buttocks. "
His hand dropped back to the floor and she straightened up. Her ass was warm and tingly where he had touched .it. Her little slit was damp and slippery all over again and her little clit throbbed. She looked down at him and a gleam came into her eye. She wondered just how drunk he was.
Leaning down again, she kissed him full on the mouth, letting her small soft lips remain on his mouth for several seconds. No response. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and explored the whiskey-flavored tongue and teeth. He sighed.
Pulling her mouth from his, she smiled and lowered herself to her knees. She ran her fingers up and down the front of his shirt. He started to snore. That was her signal. Her small hand crossed his belt buckle and found the long bulge in the front of his pants. Her fingers squeezed it gently, measuring it through the cloth.
As she squeezed and massaged; she felt it pulse and stir. She was awe-struck. Soft, it was larger than Bobby's and it was growing. Heat surged up in her belly and lust pushed inhibition and fear aside. She stroked the length of the growing bulge. Her fingers fumbled with the belt buckle for a moment and then moved to the zipper.
The grate of the zipper opening sounded like a roar. Her hand slipped into the opening and she gasped as her fingers closed around the hot hard column. She remained very still for several seconds as she felt the hardness and heat of it against her palm.
Slowly, almost reverently, she tugged it from his shorts and out through his fly. She gasped again as it came into view. It was even larger than it had felt. The dark, almost purple head was as big as her fist, and the veined shaft was too large for her to reach around. It pulsed and throbbed in her hand.
Mary Ann could only stare in amazement and awe. As she looked at' it, a pearly drop of fluid formed at the tiny slit. As if in a trance, her head moved slowly toward it and her pink tongue thrust" out between her lips. As she neared the throbbing knob, she smelled the tangy fragrance of it and her mouth watered. Her tongue inched closer and then touched the dark satiny flesh, drawing the drop of tart fluid into her mouth.
Her throat ached and her fingers trembled as she massaged the thick shaft and kissed the head lightly. Passion and emotion boiled up inside her and she felt her last threads of control slipping away. Her tongue flicked out and she licked the shiny head, slowly savoring its taste. Her mind reeled with the impact of the emotion that was swelling through her young body.
Putting her lips around the tip, she licked and sucked greedily, her mouth making soft wet sounds. Her hands circled the shaft and stroked up and down the huge column, gently urging the tool to spew its cream into her mouth. She heard-him groan, but she was too caught up in her lust to see if he' was awake. His hips ere thrusting slowly with each lash of her pink little tongue.
As she sucked and licked', she thought over and over again, 'This is my Daddy's cock!" The thought spurred her to a heated frenzy as she 'anticipated the bubbling flood of his come.
He was grunting and moaning as her head bobbed over his monstrous cock. Her little pussy was dripping juices, and she wished she had his fingers on her little knob.
As experienced as she was for her twelve years and as familiar as she had become with the heat and power of passion, she was surprised with her reactions as she suckled her father's cock. Her small body burned feverishly and she felt every throb of her pulse in the lips of her pussy. Strange and dark feelings were surging up in her' passion clogged mind.
The huge knob of his cock-head pulsed against her lips and tongue. Her small hands jerked up and down the shaft, urging him to' his climax. Her pussy drooled, wetting the lips and the insides of her thighs.' Her tiny clit burned and itched for contact.
Still clutching his cock With one hand, she dropped the other hand to the floor and lifted his large hand. Pulling his rough blunt fingers up between her legs, she spread her thighs and pushed the hard tip of one of his fingers up .between the slippery lips of her pussy. His cock-head muffled the growl that she made as she rubbed his finger back and forth over her tender little love button.
A frenzy of lust took control of her, and she lapped and sucked hungrily at his cock, whimpering and whining over it. His hips were lifting and his breathing was a staccato of gasps. She knew he was close and she prepared herself. She swallowed the collected saliva in her mouth and opened her jaws a fraction wider.
Her father grunted and arched his back. His cock seemed to swell even larger and for a moment it vibrated against her tongue. With a great tremor, he spewed the first of his come into. her waiting mouth. Her mouth filled and overflowed, even though she swallowed as fast as she could. Rivers of come ran down her chin and dripped onto the shaft of his bucking cock.
Gulping as fast as she could," she managed to swallow most of his scalding juice, losing some. Lifting her come-smeared face, her mouth still wide open, she gasped for air. Her small body was racked with quaking shudders as she crashed-from one climax to another ..
Through the fog of her pleasure, she realized that his finger was moving of its own accord in her gooey pussy. She jerked her head around to look at him. He was still passed out. His finger was exploring a dream he was having, she guessed.
Leaning forward, she licked the traces of come-from his cock,' relishing each slippery drop.' Satisfied that it was clean, she tucked it back in his pants and zipped his fly. Reluctantly she pushed his hand from between, her legs and rose. Shakily, she went to her room and fell into bed, exhausted.
A shiver brought her mind back to reality. Mary Ann shivered again. She didn't even remember stepping out of the shower, she had been so engrossed with her memories. She wrapped a towel' around her and tiptoed back to the bedroom.
Joey had rolled onto his back and was snoring softly. She smiled down at him and refused to let her eyes drop to the front of his shorts. She sat down at the dresser and brushed her damp hair, watching her faint reflection in the mirror.
With a sigh, she laid the brush on the dresser and sat for a few minutes, looking but not really seeing herself in the mirror. The cooling effect of the shower was wearing off and she was beginning to feel the muggy heat of the .night, again. A movement in the mirror caught her eye. She fixed her gaze on it. It took several seconds before she could decide what it was.
Joey was rubbing the front of his shorts in his sleep. Mary Ann almost groaned. She turned slowly and looked at the boy. His palm moved slowly up and down over the long bulge of his cock. He still snored softly and the rest of his body was motionless.
Mary Ann sat and watched the slow, to-and-fro motion of his hand and the gradual increase in size of the long bulge. Her eyes remained fixed on his hand and crotch.
His hips flexed and lifted slightly with each stroke of his hand, pushing his blood-gorged cock against the pressure of his palm. She was flexing her own hips in rhythm with his hand. When she realized she was doing it, it was too late. The lips of her pussy were massaging her clit. In the silence of the night, she could hear the faint wet sound of the fleshy lips working against each other.
"Oh, damn it, Joey!" she whispered.
She turned her head and tried not to watch, but her eyes wandered back. She silently cursed 'her body and its hunger. Her nipples rubbed against the rough towel and prickles of sensation saturated them, stirring them to an erect state. She gripped the small stool, her fingernails digging into the wood and squeezed her eyes shut. The faint rasps of the boy's breath were like invisible fingers that seemed to pry her eyelids apart.
His hand was inside his shorts, fingers circling the rampant flesh, stroking and rubbing. Mary Ann felt a little more of her control slip away. She gritted her teeth. She could feel the dampness under her from her dripping slit.
He straightened his wrist and the cotton cloth rolled .down and out of the way. His hard throbbing cock was exposed. The woman gasped at the sight of it in the semi-darkness. Her body lurched as she stared.
His hand moved slower, more methodical. His face was tight and set in concentration. Mary Ann wasn't sure any more that he was asleep and she had reached the point that she didn't care. She almost felt as if some strange power were forcing her to commit the final act of incest. It was as if this were the final culminating act.
She watched his face. His snoring had stopped but his breathing was more or less regular. His eyes were closed and his mouth set in a half smile. "Joey?"
Like a zombie, she rose slowly. The towel fell in a heap at her feet, leaving her naked. Her nipples stood out long and hard from the spongy mounds of her tits. The hair at her cunt was damp .and matted with her juices of excitement. With slow steps, she crossed to the bed and looked down at her son.
His hand stroked in long regular cadence, his legs slightly apart. His body flexed with each stroke. Resting her hands on the bed, she bent down and kissed the dark shiny head. The odor and taste combined with the heat and the fact that he was her son sent her into an immediate climax. Her knees buckled and her thighs trembled. The boy sighed and increased his pace.
Her mouth opened. Her hot breath bathed the plum-shaped knob. Her pink tongue snaked out and flicked across it. The boy jerked and stroked with a new fever. It was as if an electric current flowed in both directions at the point where their bodies touched. .
He was whimpering softly as he jerked on the throbbing column of flesh. Mary Ann didn't dare make a sound. Her whole body screamed silently as she bent to her work again. Her lips cupped around the bare head of his cock and sucked gently, her tongue teasing and taunting. His hand increased speed, becoming a blur of motion, jerking his cock up and down. Mary Ann reached between her damp thighs. and touched the hairy, slippery lips. Her finger came away wet. His hand stopped and she was almost caught off guard. Her lips tightened around the hot knob and she waited.
The boy grunted. A warm stream of come filled her mouth and she swallowed. That first spurt set off a reaction in the woman. Her cunt convulsed and she shook violently. Each new gusher that issued from Joey's cock sent her higher and more violently involved in her own climax.
Gulping. the final drops of his come, she licked his cock-head and lifted her lips from it. His fingers had gone slack around the base of the still jerking shaft. She gently peeled them away and pulled his jockey shorts up over his cock.
She licked a drop or two from her lips and looked down at the peaceful face. A shiver ran up her spine and she smiled softly. She knew that it was just a matter of time before she would have that adolescent cock in her cunt. That brought had brought the shiver of anticipation.