Chapter 5
Betty parked the station wagon on the dark street, half a block from the house and in front of a vacant lot, shutting off lights and ignition and turning on the front seat to face her son-in-law.
"Hey, Betty ... what's up?"
She lifted her knees to the seat and drew her feet under her buttocks, touching her kneecaps lightly against his left thigh. "I'd like to talk to you, Glen."
"Sure. Anything wrong?" It was too dark to see more than the outline of his face, but his voice was serious.
She wriggled, making an accidental movement that brushed her knees against him a bit more, and Betty noticed that he didn't try to slide away.
"I understand that you and Linda are not as ardent as you used to be. That's bad, in a couple so young and not married any longer than you two. It took Chad and me many more years to drift apart, become bored."
"Linda said that? I'll be damned! I didn't think he'd talk about it, and ... yeah, Betty, I guess the honeymoon's over. I don't mean I've stopped loving my wife. I just don't get excited enough to ... well, love her as often."
Betty smiled in the dark. She was wearing a heavy and exotic perfume, and feeling like an utter bitch. The white shorts stood out, accented her hips and belly and called attention to the fact she wasn't an old mother-in-law-type lady.
She said, "The honeymoon doesn't have to be over just because the first bloom wore off. There are ... other blooms to be picked, Glen. And I can promise that knowing them will bring back the excitement of the first few weeks with Linda."
He was quiet for a while, then said, "That's another surprise, hearing that from you. I'll admit that I've been eyeing one of the secretaries, but I thought..."
Betty stretched, pushing her tits against the pale blouse, making certain that he could smell her perfume.
"You shouldn't have any trouble finding a suitable partner, Glen. You're such an exciting young man."
"Oh? I always thought you were kind of exciting, too, Betty. That's why I could never call you Mom, or Mother, or even Mother Betty. You're too ... pretty and young to be motherly."
She laughed low in her throat, growing more certain of her prey, feeling catlike and female.
"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes being a mother is a good thing... a real good thing. You have no idea how thrilling it can be. Linda knows now, but you don't—not yet, Glen."
"Betty, I don't know what in the hell you're talking about. Linda's not pregnant, is she?"
"No," she answered. "What I need is this: You don't have to eye any secretaries, Glen. Look closer to home. Look at me."
"Betty ... do you mean ..."
"Exactly."
"B-But... you're Linda's mother, and ..."
She lifted her knees, shoved her ass nearer and put her knees into his lap.
"And I'm a woman who can excite you, who can spice up your sex life. Here, Glen ... give me your hands."
Finding them in the dark, Betty placed them upon her trembling tits, and squirmed even close on the seat, leaning the round softness of her jugs into his palms.
"You've stared at these often enough, dear. Here they are."
"Man," Glen breathed. "This is wild, like a crazy dream. But these tits are real. Betty, do you really mean you'll lay me?"
"There's a foam rubber pad in the back of the wagon. Think you can get undressed back there?"
He was over the seat and tearing off his pants, his shorts; his coat vanished somewhere, but before he could get his shirt, Betty was on top of him, reaching for his hard-on, squeezing her eager fingers around his cock.
It was a nice, hard prick, not as big as Chad's, not as long as Danny's, but a nice cock with a wide and flaring head. It had taken her daughter's cherry, and fucked Linda's richly haired young pussy many, many times. Now it was hers, and she meant to make the most of the opportunity.
His hands raced over her as they lay side by side, feeling her tits, her back, her ass; Glen's cock pressed into her belly and she lifted one leg to drape it over him.
"You don't give a damn if anybody walks up on us or not, do you?" Glen's voice was husky against her throat.
"No," she gasped. "All I give a damn about is you fucking me. Here, darling ... here, feel how eager I am, how damp and anxious."
His hand cupped her pussy, toyed with the dewy hairs of her beaver.
"Damn! That's a soft and juicy pussy, Mrs. Maddox. And I'm sure as hell ready for it. I've wanted to get into your cunt ever since I started going out with your daughter, but I thought... I figured you were so quiet and straight...oh, what a piece of ass you're going to be!"
"All yours, darling," she said, "but you talk too much."
And she found his mouth with hers to thrust her tongue inside. His teeth clashed against hers, and his mouth was hot, sexy. It was as if she had two sons, Betty thought, and this was his second one.
His prick was fumbling for the entrance to her cunt, so she slid one hand down between their bodies and guided the flared knob into the wetly receptive labes. With a gentle roll of her ass and a slow hunch of her pelvis, she settled the head of his hard cock into the lips of her pussy. Another push, and the head popped into her hungry cunt, the stiff rod following with a sliding rush until her son's-in-law prick was buried to the balls inside her feverish box.
"Fuck me, Glen! Oh, fuck me good!" Betty demanded.
"You hot-cunted woman," he hissed back. "Oh, man, what a pussy! It feels like it's biting down on the head of my cock! And I'm screwing it, fucking you between those long, slim legs that drive me out of my head, sticking it in next to that wiggling ass that drives me out of my mind. Oh, Betty ... oh, Mrs. Maddox ... I'm ramming it deep into your cunt, feeding all my meat up your hot, velvet pussy. Oh, man, what a lucky son of a bitch I am."
Stimulated, aroused to a fever pitch by the strange cock sloshing within her trembling cunt, Betty bucked on it, heaved and surged and rolled her twat in the most abandoned manner she knew. His balls flapped against her ass-crack, and she reached down behind her buttocks to take them, to cup them in admiration as the rigid dick plunged in and out of her slit with a rapid and deeply gratifying series of strokes.
"Oh, wonderful," she panted. "Glen, that's wonderful! You have such a strong young prick, and you use it so well. Ah, darling... stick it in me, ram it in my cunt where Chad's cock has come so often. You fuck marvelously, darling. You fuck almost like Chad."
"Uh!" he said, pounding his meaty pole up her pussy. "Uh ... Uh! Chad ... Chad fucks this crazy pussy all the time. Oh, man, he's lucky, you're so hot and ripe, so juicy ... Uhhhh!"
"Darling ...your sweet cock ... oh, oh! Does Linda screw you like this, and does she roll her trim ass like that, and does she grind her cunt on your prick this way, that way?"
"Uh ... wow ...Linda ... your daughter fucks like a mink ... eats up my cock ... but... oh, Betty! Betty! Mrs. Maddox ... the way you shake your ass ...oh, these big tits in my face ... ahh ... ohhh! I'm going to come! I can't hold it back! You're so slick and wiggly ... I'm going to come! Now! Now!"
Betty rode him, curled her leg across him and dug her heel into the hairy, thrusting crack of his sweaty ass, pulling his lancing prick deeper with every stroke, meeting him pelvis to pelvis, stroke for stroke.
Glen exploded inside her pulsating cunt, that big, wedge head of his prick letting go a powerful blast of jizz that rained like hot hailstones against the cup of her cervix. Globs struck her cunt walls, bathing her pussy and making his stiffly throbbing prick so greasy it slid around sloppily.
"Coming, coming!" he kept saying. "Shooting my cum into my mother-in-law's wild cunt...packing Mrs. Maddox with my boiling jizz. Oh, you adorable cunt, you crazy far-out bitch!"
Shuddering, stiffening out and throwing back her head, Betty moaned between her clenched teeth: "AHHH! Oh, my darling! Yes, my young lover, my second son ... I'm coming, too. My orgasm ... my climax ... ahhhh, AHHH! Moving on the wet, slippery- prick that my daughter feels and rides, all buttery in the cum my daughter feels. AHHHH!"
They sagged together, and Betty seemed to be drifting on a summery lake, a placid blue lake. But she could feel the slow pulsing of Glen's cock within her cunt, and knew the oozing of his sperm as it leaked from the stretched lips of her cunt and slid down to make a sticky puddle around the root of his dick.
"Fine ass," he whispered. "Oh, what a fine and rich piece of ass. I knew you'd be hot and sexy. I just knew you'd screw a man's dick down to a nub. Wow, I could fuck you again and again, but right now I'm getting a little scared. I mean ...suppose Chad finds out? He'd kill me."
"And Linda? How about your wife?"
Glen's prick softened swiftly, and she was sorry she mentioned Linda.
"Damn! I've fucked my wife's mother, and she'll never forgive me for it—if she ever finds out."
"Oh, I don't know," Betty said, lifting her legs and allowing him to turn onto his back. "But don't you want me again? We have so many things to discover about each other, Glen... so much fucking head for us."
He reached for her as she turned also, and lay his hand upon the wet and steamy mound where her hair grew heavy, where his cum had left a trail of glistening juice.
"Yeah, I want to screw you some more. I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you now that I've had my prick in that sizzling pussy. But we're bound to get caught sooner or later, and we don't want that."
Betty drew a deep breath and said, "Suppose I tell you that Linda already knows? That she and I planned this, planned for me to seduce you? We thought you'd go along, that you wouldn't resist too much. Linda's quite proud of your sexual prowess."
"Y-You and Linda? My wife and her mother? I don't get-"
"Variety," Betty explained. "Excitement. Our sex lives spiced up. Yours and Linda's and mine-and my husband's."
"Shit," Glen said. "It's all coming too fast. You ... you mean that Chad is on this, too?"
"In a way," Betty said. "He doesn't know that you and I have fucked, not yet. And he doesn't know a few other things, but he will, in time. Bui right now ... right this minute, he's pretty drunk and trying to believe his crazy good luck, because his older daughter has given him one of the wildest screwings of his life."
"Linda and ... and her old man? That's ... goddammit, that's incest!"
Betty put her hand over his, pushed down a little so that he was fully aware of the steamy mound he was cupping.
"That's fun," she said. "More fun than anyone can imagine, who hasn't done it. I have, too... but that's something else my husband doesn't know yet."
She heard him gulp again, and Glen said in wonder: "But that means that you ...Danny and you, fucking? Danny fucked his own mother?"
"At first," she said, "but now we fuck equally as hard."
"I'm a son of a bitch," Glen breathed. "My wife ... you and Danny ... Chad. And me, too. Hell yes ...me, too. This has been a real kick in the balls for me, but you know something? I... I think I like the idea fine. I know damned well that I enjoy screwing you, and I can't stop now. But, tell me, has Danny fucked Linda, too?"
"Yes-and it was beautiful."
"Wait a second," Glen said, his fingers straying into her cunt hair and feeling around over the still sudsy labes. "I can't absorb this all at once. Linda screwed her brother and father, all in one day. Then she sent her mom out to fuck me, to protect herself. But where does that leave Chad? You said he doesn't know about you and me. How about Danny ... does he know that Danny's been dicking everybody?"
"Chad's in the dark about everything except the fact that he's fucked his daughter, and that she forced him to go down on her. But we think that he'll accept you and me, in a kind of swap deal... so he can get more of Linda's incestuous ass. He's never gone down on me, so he must be stunned by screwing his daughter, and she can make him do anything, anything at all."
"Man, I'd like to see my wife taking Chad's meat. I always wondered what it would be like, to watch her fuck another guy. And her own father ...wow! But what do we do, just walk in and say, 'Hey there, Chad, we've just been screwing out in the station wagon.'?"
Betty said, "If you don't stop playing with my pussy, we'll be screwing again, here and now. And I think it's best if we stay all hot for the meeting with Chad and Linda. They're pretty well smashed, but they're probably higher on sex and each other. Come on, Glen ...let's go get with it."
He was silent as they dressed, and she drove the car into the driveway beside the house. When she parked it, Glen asked, "How about Nikki?"
Betty shook her head. "Not her. She's too young! She's at a party and we have the whole evening ahead of us."
"Funny," Glen said. "If I considered any big incest orgy swinging around here, I'd have thought Nikki would be right in the middle of it. She's got that real sexy look."
"Too young," Betty repeated, "and innocent, I'm sure. We may even have to send her out of the state, to visit her grandpa. Can't have a kid like her finding out what we're all doing."