Chapter 11
Beth Greene, Kevin's mother and Helen's sister, was a tall brunette with long legs and low-slung tits. No one looking at her would imagine she had a nineteen-year-old son, but the fact was that, as young as she looked, she was actually two years older than Helen. Some people found if difficult to believe that these two women, so different in temperament and the way they dressed, were really sisters. Helen was reserved where Beth was flamboyant. Helen tended to dress conservatively, while
Beth wore three-inch spike heels, cut-out bras to show the shape of her nipples, and tight dresses to show the shape of her ass. Beth dressed to emphasize her sexuality. She dressed for men. Helen dressed to cover her body and keep warm.
In spite of their differences, the two sisters were genuinely fond of each other. This was one of the reasons why the discovery of the goings on in Helen's house that Sunday did not result in outright murder. The other and more important reason was that Beth and Matt Greene were secret swingers who had more than once discussed the possibility of Beth fucking Kevin and Matt fucking Helen. Matt, a brawny beer salesman who had once been a boxer, was well aware of his wife's hot desire to get into the sack with their son, and he was perfectly willing to approve provided he could get a chance to ream out the cunt and ass of his wife's attractive sister. They hadn't expected things to happen the way they did, but Beth and Matt both recognized the opportunity when they saw it.
Their appearance at Helen's house was completely unplanned. Beth and Matt had suddenly decided to go on a short vacation, and it was only natural that they stop to visit Kevin and Helen on their way west. They had decided to surprise Kevin and Helen, but here they were surprised in turn!
Mrs. Barthelme and her son quickly dressed and scampered out of the house in order to avoid getting involved in a family squabble. As it turned out, however, there was no squabble at all. After a quiet family discussion it was agreed that Kevin's affair with Helen ought to be considered as part of Kevin's sexual education. It was also agreed that since the ice was broken as far as adventuresome sex was concerned, it would be appropriate to have a real family reunion, an evening without taboos and without inhibitions.
"We'll know each other better," Beth said. "And that's always good."
So it was that no more than a few hours after the Greenes arrived they were all sitting in the living room relaxed and tingling with anticipation.
Beth was lounging beside Matt on the sofa, and she was soon bold enough to turn to her husband and say, "I think I need my pacifier, honey!"
Matt grinned and pushed his crotch forward on the cushion. "Be my guest," he said.
She put her hands in his lap. While she opened his belt and zipper to pull his limp cock out of his pants, he squeezed and fondled her tits. She pulled his big cock free of his shorts and stretched out on the sofa with her head in his lap.
Kevin moved his hand to his crotch and he began rubbing his cock as he watched his mother kiss and lick his father's fuck-pole. The knowledge that sometime that evening he would probably see his mother naked and maybe even get to fuck her burned in his brain and made his heart pound. God, how luscious his mother was! She licked his father's cock as though it were a piece of rare roast beef, lapping it, kissing it, pulling it in and out of her mouth while she fondled and caressed his balls with her hand.
Kevin feasted his eyes on his mother's body, on the swell of her tits straining against the silk of her blouse. Her skirt had gradually worked its way up her thighs, and a croaking sound came out of his throat when he saw that she wasn't wearing panties and that her cunt was plainly visible. The sight of her cunt hair and cunt lips made his blood race. As he watched her with hot eyes, she gradually opened her thighs and slid her hand between them to finger her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus!" he hissed quietly. The sight of his mother sucking his father's cock and playing with her pussy was more than the boy could stand. His mouth watered as he thought of the succulent juice flowing out of her cunt. Getting up from his chair, he crossed over to her, sat down on the sofa next to her legs, and leaned down to bury his face between her lovely thighs.
Momentarily pulling her mouth off her husband's cock, Beth looked down at her son, smiled triumphantly, and spread her legs further apart to give him room to eat her cunt.
Kevin felt as though he were in some kind of a dream. After all the years, all the fantasies about his mother, all the secret spying, the jacking off at night under the covers in bed, the wondering and the wishing, he at last had his mouth on his mother's cunt.
A heady mixture of cunt-smell and perfume wafted into his nose. He opened her meaty cunt lips with his fingers, spreading her soft wet flesh, and began lapping up and down between her cunthole and her clit.
Beth squirmed and mewled and opened her legs as wide as possible to give his tongue better access to the oozing canyon of her cunt. She had her husband's cock in her mouth and her son's tongue in her cunt. She was fully convinced she was in heaven.
And Helen? The younger sister, the boy's aunt, sat nearby now with her pretty eyes riveted to the action occurring on the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was hard, a film of sweat covered her forehead. What was happening on the sofa seemed too unreal to believe, but there it was and she knew the reality of it could not be denied. Matt's cock was out of his pants, hard and long, and her sister Beth's mouth was moving up and down on his rigid cockshaft. At the other end of Beth, between Beth's lovely long legs, her son Kevin was sucking her cunt.
Poor Kevin! Helen could see his hard cock straining against the material of his pants. Half-drunk with the spell of the unfolding orgy, Helen rose up and moved across the floor to kneel at Kevin's feet.
She opened his pants. She pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees, took up his cock and balls in both hands, and began licking and sucking his rampant fuck-meat.
The soft sounds of sucking, the soft moans of delirious pleasure filled the room. Mother sucked father, son sucked mother, aunt sucked nephew. The incestuous chain moaned and heaved, groaned and shuddered.
Helen's sucking gradually became more frenzied. She wanted all of the boy's masculine meat stuffing her mouth. She worked on his balls, sucking them one after the other into her mouth and then opening her jaws as wide as possible and taking both balls in at once. When his balls popped out of her mouth, they were glistening wet with her saliva.
"Matt, take care of my cunt!" Helen cried. "Please!"
Brother-in-law Matt was only too happy to oblige. A huge grin decorating his face, he helped Helen twist her body around so that he could get his mouth on her cunt from behind. Squeezing her ass-cheeks, he pried them open and plastered his lips against her dripping cunthole.
All mouths were occupied, cunts and cocks soaking in saliva, the chain vibrating and trembling as the quartet approached the finale. Matt was the first to heave and grunt and begin spewing his thick jism down his wife's throat. The feel of Matt's slimy cream filling her mouth and throat caused Beth's overheated cunt to twitch and spasm and gush hot cunt-juice into Kevin's mouth. The boy gulped and swallowed and began shooting his hot young load between his aunt's sucking lips. Helen, in turn, shuddered and moaned and dumped a flood of fresh cunt-juice on Matt's beefy face. With a final series of grunts and groans, they rolled off the sofa and down on the floor.
Now that the barriers were down, now that the ice was broken, Helen's mind whirled in a daze. Did she really want her brother-in-law to fuck her? Was Kevin actually going to fuck his mother? Beth resolved the uncertainty after dinner when she suggested they pair off.
"At least for a while," she said with a gleam in her eye. "I'd like to have Kevin alone."
Since the two men seemed more than willing, Helen went along with it, but she had reservations about being alone with Matt. He was a very strong, very forceful sort of guy, and from hints thrown around by Beth over the years, Helen suspected his favorite way to get his rocks off was a hard ramming of his cock up a woman's ass. Imagining Beth having her ass-hole stretched by Matt's gorilla cock had always made Helen shiver. Having her ass fucked by a sweet young boy was one thing, and having it done by a brutish man like Matt was something else.
The moment they were alone, Matt had his hands all over her.
"You've got great tits!" he grunted. "Sensational!"
Helen smiled. She didn't mind his hands on her tits. It was funny how she had more than Beth. They were sisters, and yet Beth's low-slung tits were small compared to hers. She remained passive while Matt peeled off her blouse and bra, and when he sat down on the edge of the bed in her bedroom she stood in front of him and leaned forward to let him suck her hanging tits.
Gluttonously smacking his lips, he slurped his tongue over one nipple and then the other.
"Christ, what jugs!" he leered.
"Easy!" Helen laughed. "Don't bite them off!"
She felt more relaxed now, and she helped him get his pants and shorts off. It seemed silly for them to have put their clothes on again after the earlier session of sucking, but it was nice to have the thrill of undressing him. She hadn't yet had her hands on his cock and she was anxious to do so now.
Using both hands, she fondled his cock and balls, and finally she closed her mouth over his cockhead and sucked up the clear cockjuice leaking out of his pisshole. He had a big cock, a long thick slab of fuckmuscle designed to make any woman happy.
"I'd give my right arm to see them fucking," he said suddenly.
Helen pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at his face. She was silent a moment, and then she chuckled. "Really, Matt! That's called invasion of privacy!"
"Fuck it!" he grinned. "Let's see if we can watch without them knowing about it."
"Are you serious?"
He was serious. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she became. Spying on Beth and Kevin while they fucked would be terribly exciting.
"There's a way," Helen said. "But we'll have to be very quiet."
Police Chief Abner Putney was a man of strong opinions. He was firmly convinced that the only way to keep a town peaceful was to know as much as possible about the people who lived in it. He was also anxious to stay out of his home as much as possible to avoid his ornery wife. The result was that he spent a good deal of time in the evening cruising the quiet streets of the town in his car. Sometimes his diligence paid off in the capture of a burglar red-handed. The people of the town liked that, and whenever it happened they made sure to give Abner a raise the following year. Not a big raise, but a raise nonetheless.
All of which explains why Abner Putney had his eyes open on Vernon Street at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of something, and when he peered out of his car window it seemed there were two naked people slinking around the corner of a house.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Abner whispered. "Are the burglars going nudist these days? First nude beaches and now nude burglaries! The country was sliding down the fucking drain!"
Abner drove around the block, parked quietly under a tree, and slipped into an alley to get back to Vernon Street. When he was near the house where-he'd seen the naked burglars, he pulled his gun. He'd never yet used the damn thing, but he knew that burglars hardly ever carry guns and just having it in his hand made him feel safer.
He knew the house. It was the house of Helen Simpson, that woman attorney who had all the boys in the courthouse creaming their jeans. If he caught the burglars, maybe she'd put a good word in for Abner with the mayor.
So ran Abner's thoughts as he approached the back of the house looking for two naked burglars. He was within twenty feet of the house, tiptoeing in the dark, when he froze in his tracks. There were two naked people there, all right, but one of them was definitely Helen Simpson!
"Keeeeerrrist!" Abner hissed. Helen Simpson naked as a jaybird!
The other naked body belonged to a man, a big hairy hulk of a man, and the man had his hand on Helen Simpson's luscious ass.
Maybe he's kidnapping her, Abner thought. He dismissed the idea when he noticed Mrs. Simpson playfully wiggling her ass.
It was obvious now to Abner that naked Helen Simpson and her naked boyfriend were gawking at a lit window, one of the back windows of Helen's house. Abner craned his neck. The shade on that window was up and he could just about see into the room. There were people in the room, and they looked as naked as the people outside.
No one wears clothes any more, Abner thought. The world was going crazy.
Abner moved up closer, hiding behind a tree no more than ten feet from the window and Helen Simpson. He didn't much care for the guy she was with, but he cared very much for the shape of her ass. The man beside Helen evidently cared, too. As Abner held his breath and watched, the man doubled Helen Simpson over and proceeded to drill his cock up her ass.
Abner could tell. He'd never fucked his wife in the ass, but he could tell.
He could now see into the room much better. There was a woman and a boy in there, stark naked and groaning and humping in a wild fuck. like the pair outside, the woman was bent over and getting it from behind.
Abner had never in his life seen anything like this, not even in his dreams. The sweat pouring down over his nose, his eyes goggling, his heart pounding, he unzipped his fly and brought his cock out into the air. Holding his gun in his left hand, he began pumping his fuck-pole with his right hand.
Then the boy inside the room cried out, "I'm coming, Mom!"
The woman he was fucking replied, "Shoot it, son! Shoot it!"
Outside the window, Helen Simpson wailed, "Fuck my ass, brother-in-law! Fuck my ass! Oh, God, I'm coming!"
Suddenly understanding what was going on, Abner furiously pumped his cock. He shot a load of hot jism into the night air at the exact instant he pulled the trigger of his gun.
And that was how Police Chief Abner Putney came to shoot himself in the foot behind Helen Simpson's house on a Sunday night in May.