Chapter 3
For a week, Susan refused to let Raymond touch her, and when he came to her for a piece of her ass, she complained of headaches, something she had never done before. Raymond was puzzled by her behavior, but he would not question her. He went out of his way to be pleasant to her, and nothing he did pleased her. She became snippy and irritable. Even the children realized something was bothering their mother.
Susan, as much confused by her behavior as her husband, tried to still the irritability she felt. She held it in as best she could, but it came out in subtle ways. She was sharp with Paul and Tracy, seldom speaking to Raymond. Her desires, however, were as strong as ever--stronger, even. Her pussy throbbed constantly, her tits always swollen. Her clit was so sensitive, she could hardly wear panties.
She wanted to drive the highway, see if she could find another hitchhiker, maybe return to that motel, but somehow she didn't. She wondered if she could find that first young boy, the one she had sucked off in her car in daylight, on the side of the road. Then she wondered if she could perhaps find another young boy to enjoy. The ideas that formed inside her head were startling to her. She found it strange that her desires seemed to be oriented toward young boys these days.
Susan wondered if she was, unconsciously, reaching back to her own teenage years. She had missed them, when she thought about it. She had never really been a teenager, a teenager going on dates and to parties, parking in cars and making out. She had married at seventeen, became a mother at eighteen. Was that what she was after, and not even knowing it? It was a puzzle, and she could not find the answer.
Thinking of that, she thought of her two children. Tracy was almost eighteen yet she had never dated once. Susan had not given any thought to it before, but now she wondered about it. Certainly Tracy was pretty enough to attract hordes of boys. She was as tall as Susan, with long legs and a sweet face. She had dark hair like Susan, long and wavy. Her eyes sparkled with teenage vibrancy. She had a sweet, curvy body, with nicely shaped tits and a lovely little ass that swelled out deliciously, wiggling in a provocative way when she walked. Yes, Tracy could certainly have any date she wanted. But she didn't go out with any boy, didn't even show an interest in them.
And Paul, so strong and good-looking. A year younger than his sister, he was just as tall. His hair, although dark, too, was lighter. He was just getting a little fuzz on his face, and was trying desperately to cultivate a mustache. All he could manage so far, though, were a few wispy hairs that looked horrible. Girls looked at him with longing in their eyes, Susan had noticed often enough. But Paul wouldn't pay any attention to them. He was always friendly to the girls, but that was as far as it went.
Susan began to think about her family for the first time in a long while. She had, so far, taken her husband and children for granted. She loved them, of course, but she had not really looked at them or tried to understand them. Now, she was trying.
Tracy and Paul were loners. They were quiet children, coming to her only when there was no other alternative. Usually, they went to their father with any problem they had. Remembering this now, Susan began to feel like an outsider, not a member of the family at all. Why, after all these years, she wondered, had she never felt this way before? She would watch Raymond and the children horse around in the pool, and now realized they had never really invited her to play with them. Oh, they would politely ask if she wanted to go swimming with them, but they were never disappointed when she turned them down. She wondered why she had always turned them down. It didn't make sense, these thoughts going through her mind. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had swum with her children. She and Raymond often swam together, even naked. But it had been years since she had gone in with her children.
Raymond had not come to her lately to fuck, she thought. It made her believe he was getting all he needed from Ann, his secretary. That angered her. Susan did not consider that it was she, not him, who was turning down a fucking. In her mind, Raymond had stopped wanting her, stopped wanting her body.
And all that time, Susan's body was raging with desire, steaming for fucking and sucking.
And then school was out for the summer.
Susan found herself with the two children all day long. This restricted her movements. She could not go for a drive, find a hitchhiker, get fucked or suck a cock. She felt her children would ask too many questions of her. She began to feel afraid, feel threatened. Was it the possible loss of security if she were found out? She didn't know. All she knew was that she had better be very careful. The fact that Raymond was fucking his secretary was no real threat to her, but the fact that he didn't want to fuck her was. She had to prove fidelity to him, to prove that she wasn't cheating on him, otherwise she could lose everything. Or so she felt.
Then, one day when school had been out for a week, Susan had shopping to do. The two children were in the house; trying to fit the pieces of some complicated puzzle together in the family room. She went in to tell them where she was going.
Tracy and Paul were sprawled on the floor, lying on their bellies, working the puzzle. She stood and looked at them for a while. Her eyes raked over her son, and she felt deep love for him. She looked at Tracy, and felt the same love. Then she saw that Tracy's skirt was high on her thighs, almost to the point of showing her fine, sweet, little ass. In fact, Susan could almost see her panties. She started to say something about it, but found herself unable to speak. There was an unexpected throb between her thighs, and Susan was startled.
She shoved the unwanted thought to the back of her mind quickly, and forgot it.
"I ... I've got to shop," she said in a low, strange voice. "I'll be gone until about six."
"Sure, Mom," Paul replied without looking up.
"If your father should call, tell him, please."
"All right, Mom," Tracy said.
But once in the car, Susan did not go shopping. She drove around, her thoughts tumbling haphazardly in her head. She even passed a young boy with his thumb out, and continued driving. The hitchhiking boy was the type she was wanting lately, and she had passed him by.
At three o'clock, she tired of driving aimlessly, tired of the strange thoughts going through her mind. She turned and headed home again. As she parked in the circular drive at the front door, she entered the house. Upon going into the entrance hall, she heard voices.
Susan stopped, her breath caught in her throat as she listened. At first the words weren't plain, then she caught enough to tell her something was going on in the family room.
Being as quiet as possible, she walked to the end of the entrance, near the door leading to the family room, and she could hear the words clearly.
"We're gonna get caught one of these days, Paul," Tracy said. "One of these days, we're gonna get ourselves caught good."
"So what?" Paul replied. "I don't think Dad will say anything about it. Mom is the one we have to worry about."
"You're probably right," Tracy agreed. "Mom is acting awfully funny lately. I wonder why?"
"Dad wonders, too," Paul said.
"Has he talked to you about it?"
"No," Paul replied. "But you know how he gets when he's concerned."
"You know what I think?" Tracy said, giggling softly.
"What do you think?"
"I think Dad is screwing his secretary."
Susan's breath caught in her throat. If the children suspected something like that, it was far worse than she had imagined.
"I wouldn't mind screwing her, myself," Paul said. "She's got a nice pair of tits on her ... and that ass is downright beautiful!"
"You're always horny, Paul," Tracy said, giggling again. "I believe you'd fuck anything available."
"Not really," he laughed. "I'm kinda particular where I stick my cock."
Susan could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her children were talking about sex as if they always fucked. But she knew they never went out with anyone.
"You've never stuck that cock anyplace, yet," Tracy laughed.
"I don't have the opportunity."
"Bullshit, Paul Stone!" Tracy snorted. "Don't tell me that!"
"When have I had the opportunity, Tracy?"
"There are girls falling all over themselves to get their hot little hands on your prick, brother, dear. You know that as well as I do."
"I don't care for any of them."
"Then look closer to home, brother, dear," Tracy said in a soft, low voice.
"What do you mean, Tracy?"
"Damn," Tracy snapped. "You are a dummy, Paul Stone! You know what I mean."
Susan's heart was beating wildly as she stood listening. Her legs became weak and she sagged against the wall, one hand pressed against her mouth.
"The hell I do," Paul said. "You talk funny, sometimes, Tracy."
"Do I have to spell it out for you, dummy?"
"Sometimes," Paul said.
"Okay, you dumb ass," Tracy said. "You're always horny, right?"
"Right."
"And you always jack off, right?"
"Right."
"And I'm always horny, correct?"
"Correct."
"And I'm always sticking my finger in myself, true?"
"True."
Susan's heart was fluttering insanely. She should not have been surprised at this revelation, because she had finger-fucked as a teenager before getting married. What surprised her was her kids' blunt talk.
"Sometimes I jack you off, too," Tracy said.
"Sometimes."
"And sometimes you finger-fuck me, right?"
"That's right."
"Then, asshole," Tracy said, "figure it out."
"I still don't get it, Tracy."
"You are the dumbest jack-off I've ever seen, Paul Stone," Tracy said, exasperated.
"I probably am," Paul replied. "But I still don't know what you're talking about."
"Listen, shit-head," Tracy hissed at her brother. "I'm a horny girl, a girl with a real hot ass. You're a horny boy, with a hot cock. Why don't we just put the two together?"
"You mean, fuck each other, Tracy?" Paul asked.
"I mean, fuck each other, brother, dear," Tracy said, giggling. "I'd like that, you know."
"I'd like it, too," Paul said. "The only thing is, if we ever got caught, there'd be trouble."
"We've been playing with each other for years and no one has caught us yet, have they?"
"No, but ..."
"We're big kids now, Paul," Tracy said. "It's time we stopped playing little kids games, jacking off and finger-fucking. It's time we fucked!"
Susan could hardly stand now, her legs were so weak. She didn't know what to do, what to say. She realized she didn't know her own children.
"I don't think Dad would say anything," Tracy said. "Mom might, though. She's acting so damned funny lately."
"What do you mean, Dad wouldn't say anything?"
"I just don't think he would," Tracy said. Then she giggled. "I caught him peeking up my dress once."
"You did?"
"I sure did. I was wearing that short one, and he just looked and looked for the longest time. I bet Daddy would love to get a look at my pussy."
"You're crazy, Tracy," Paul snorted.
"Oh, sure I am! He had one big hard-on, let me tell you!"
Susan gathered up the strength to peer around the door into the family room. Her eyes went wide when she saw her daughter sprawled on the leather couch, one leg off and on the floor, the other one on the cushions. Her skirt was hiked to her waist, and she was pulling the crotch of her nylon panties to one side, then letting it snap closed again. Sitting on the floor was her son, watching his sister reveal her dark-haired cunt. Susan saw his cock out of his pants, swelling into hardness, with a sweetly swollen head. She looked from her daughter to her son. She stared at her son's cock, then at Tracy's hot pussy. Her own cunt almost went into unexpected spasms as she watched them.
"I think Daddy would love to fuck me," Tracy said as she began to rub her palm up and down the crotch of her panties. "I really believe Daddy would like to stick his cock up my cunt and fuck me."
"Would you let him?" Paul asked.
"I'd let you fuck me, too, dummy," Tracy said, working the crotch of her panties to one side and slipping her middle finger into her pussy. "If you weren't such a scairdy cat, you could fuck me all the time."
"I've got to think about that," Paul replied, gripping his cock in his fist and pumping up and down on it as he watched his sister fingerfucking her juicy cunt.
Susan watched secretly, her emotions soaring, her passions bubbling. Her cunt was throbbing like it had never throbbed before --not even when she had picked up that young boy and had sucked him off.
Soon, the heavy breathing of Tracy and Paul filled the family room, and Susan found that she was pressing a hand against her steaming pussy violently. She could not take her eyes off what was happening before her. The excitement was almost more than she could bear. She watched as her daughter began to writhe her little ass about on the couch, her finger fucking in and out of her wet, hairy cunt. She saw her son on his knees now, jacking off furiously as he watched his sister fingering her twat. The intensity of their pleasure seemed thick in the room, almost like a heavy pressure bearing down on Susan.
"I'm gonna come!" Tracy shouted. Then her body shuddered. Tracy slammed her finger into her pussy hard, holding it still as she came. "Ooooo ... ahhhhh!"
"Me, too!" shouted Paul, his fist flying swiftly on his straining cock.
Susan saw her son come, saw his cum spurt from the tip of his cock and splash along his sister's creamy thigh. Time and again Paul came, spurting his jism until Tracy's thigh was smeared with his sticky cum. When he sank to his ass, breathing hard, Susan saw Tracy smear the jism all over her thigh, bringing it to her pussy and finger-fucking some more.
Somehow, Susan found the strength to flee, to go quietly up the stairs to her room. She closed the door and sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette nervously, thinking of what she had just witnessed, what she had just learned about her two teenage children.
She was surprised to find she had not been horrified by the scene, but she was not at all surprised by her reactions. She had become so aroused, she was still shaking. She had never been so aroused in all her life.
The one thing that the scene had done, it confused her even more than ever. She could not find it in her heart to condemn her children for jacking off and finger-fucking in front of each other, could not condemn them for doing it to each other, as she had heard. They apparently enjoyed what they did together, feeling neither shame nor guilt. At least, Susan felt, that was something.