Chapter 5
When Bob and Amanda heard the children return from the movies, he pushed her off the bed.
"They're here," he said. "Now you go talk to them."
"Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?" Amanda asked, looking at his glistening cock.
"No, it can't," he answered firmly. "I have to know where I stand. And if their opinion is that important, I want to know tonight."
Amanda shrugged, then wrapped her robe around her body. Then, after kissing him on the cheek, she walked from the bedroom.
"Mike, Randy, Kim," she said a few moments later as they all sat in the living room, "I need to talk to you about something." She frowned suddenly and looked at the clock near the front door. "I sure wish Skip were here."
"I doubt if he'll be back any time soon," Mike grinned, poking his brother with his elbow. "Him and that new girlfriend of his are probably ..."
Amanda cleared her throat, interrupting, "Bob . . . uh, my foreman has asked me to marry him," she said. And naturally, before I did anything, I wanted to talk it over with you children. Now if you ..."
"Bob?" Kim said, her eyes lighting up. "Ohhhhh, he's so handsome."
"Well, uh, yes, he is," Amanda said, blushing. "But what I'm talking about is ... "
"OK with me," Randy said, already bored with the conversation. He was eyeing the television set, hoping he wouldn't miss any more of the Dracula movie that was on. "When?" he asked as an afterthought.
"Well, I don't really know," Amanda said, slightly irritated. She had thought it would be a bigger deal than it obviously was. "I ... I mean, don't you care at all?" she asked.
"I think it's great," Kim said. "He's really nice. I like him a lot."
After a few moments of silence, Amanda stood. When it was fairly clear that no one had anything else to say, she turned and made for the bedroom.
"Well, it seems OK with them," she said, throwing her robe on the chair as she closed the bedroom door. "But I still need time to think about it."
"Hey, that's great," Bob said, taking her in his arMs. "They're a swell bunch of kids."
He pushed her to her back and slipped between her legs, stabbing the full length of his cock into her swollen, cum-soaked cunt-hole. As his balls crawled up the insides of her thighs and rested in the crack of her ass, he squirmed around, then pressed his face between her sweaty tits. "You don't know how happy this makes me," he murmured. "To get this little pussy to fuck every night and have you ..."
"Mother, I wanted to talk to you about ... oh . . my God!" Kim said, unceremoniously barging into the room. She fell back against the wall, her eyes wide as saucers. "Oh . . .my God!" she gasped again.
"Jesus, Kim, can't you knock!" Amanda said, trying to struggle from beneath Bob.
"Oh . . . God," Bob grunted, rolling to his back and grabbing for the sheets to cover his nakedness.
Kim thought her knees would actually buckle when she saw the man's huge cock slip from her mother's steamed-up pussy. And as his prick slapped noisily against his bare belly, her chin dropped to her chest. Then swallowing hard, she fled from the room without another word.
"I'd better go see about her," Amanda said to Bob; "Look, I'm sorry about this. It's just that the kids have been free to come and go since
Wes. . . "
"I understand," Bob said, giving her a smile. "But don't take too long," he added.
A few seconds later, Amanda knocked on her daughter's bedroom door, then went inside. Kim lay on her bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging in and out Of her cunt. From the expression on her face, it was obvious she hadn't heard her mother's knock.
"Oh . . . fuck me!" Kim gasped, turning slightly to one side and arching her back. "Oh ... yes . . . fuck me just like that . . . mother!"
"This is turning into a very weird night," Amanda said, unable to take her eyes away from her daughter's young, frothy pussy. For two years, no sex at all—and now it seemed to be oozing out of the woodwork! "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I knocked."
There was a stunned silence for several moments, then Amanda walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She gave her daughter a slightly forced smile, then reached out.
"Are you OK?" she asked, taking Kim's hand. "I ... I guess I should have told you that Bob was here."
"I'm . . . fine," Kim said, obviously embarrass-ed. "I ... I was just playing with myself." Then, before her mother could say anything, she added rather heatedly, "You said it was all right!"
"Of course it's all right," Amanda said. Diddling herself had been her only release for a long time—too long. "You . . . uh, you do it a lot?" she asked, wondering why she posed the question.
"Yes," Kim admitted. When she saw the understanding glance in her mother's eyes, she thought now was as good a time as any to talk with her about some things that had been going through her mind lately. "Can I . . . talk to you?" she asked.
"Sure, sweetheart," Amanda said. "What about?"
"There's this guy at school, and he's asked me to . . . well, he wants to fuck me. I saw him at the show tonight and he asked me again. I ... I thought I'd better ask you first."
Amanda was more than stunned. Her little girl! God, how long ago had she been playing with dolls and having tea parties and coming home covered with scrapes and bruises? Two, three years ago?
"Well, what do you think?" she asked. "I mean, do you like him?"
"No, he's a creep," Kim answered. "But he has a nice car and ..."
"Never fuck anyone for any reason except that you care for them," Amanda said, cutting her off. "And anyway, the first time should be special, with someone special."
"Like Bob?" Kim asked, giving her mother a careful glance.
"Yes, like Bob," Amanda said, not quite getting the full meaning of her daughter's response. "Someone wonderful like him."
"I wish it could be . . . someone like Bob," Kim said carefully. "He's so handsome and big and strong. You're really lucky."
"Yes, I am lucky," Amanda agreed. Something was being left unsaid, something she couldn't quite place her finger on. "What are you driving at?"
she asked.
Kim swallowed hard, wondering if she had the courage to speak her true feelings. More than once she had seen Bob sitting in the living room, wishing he would look at her the way he had at his mother. And ever since her mother had been seeing him, she had found it unusually necessary to diddle herself at night.
"I ... I care about Bob," she said. "A lot."
"You mean . . . ?" Amanda began. A sudden rush of excitement raced through her veins. Bob fucking her own daughter! It was . . .it was . . . well, hell, it wasn't much worse than fucking her own son.
"I wish it could be Bob to pop my cherry," Kim said. There. She had said it. Now she waited for the slap in the face.
"Oh ... my God!" Amanda said, standing. She practically reeled from the bedroom without another word. And as she neared her own room, the friction of her thighs against her clit caused a minor explosion of pleasure t& burn around her cunt. She gave Bob a glassVeyed look and almost leaped on the bed.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, clutching at his shoulders and grinding her cunt over the underside of his cock. "Bob ... I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before!"
"Wow, that must have been one hell of a conversation," Bob said, grinning. "What'd you two talk about? Dildos?"
"Almost, you big, goddamned dildo, yourself," Amanda choked. "Now shut up and ram it to me, you fucking bull!"
The man humped up, shoving the full length of his cock inside her fluttering cunt-hole. And even before the hairy base of his meat slipped against her opening, he felt her climax. The convulsions of her cunt-tunnel almost yanked his nuts inside her pussy.
"Jesus . . . fucking Christ!" he winced. "Your pussy is hot as a goddamned firecracker!"
"Oh . ... yesssssss!" Amanda screamed, raking her nails over his biceps. When her orgasm flashed outward, burning into every cell of her body, she sat up and dug her knees into his armpits. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh . . . sweet . . .God, fuck me!" she shrieked, slapping her ass up and down violently.
"Take it, you cum-sucking whore!" Bob growled suddenly, his own pleasure building dramatically. As she fucked up and down on his cock like a crazy person, her passion seemed to infect him. How many quick thrusts had it been? Ten? Twenty? And already his nuts were aching deliciously. "Oh . . . God, take it!" he yelled, half-sitting and gobbling on her tits.
Amanda was almost senseless with ecstasy. Never before had she even considered that pleasure could be so demanding, so all-consuming. And each time her orgasm burst, rippling up and down her cunt-canal, another soon swept into her aching loins. Wave after sweeping wave convulsed up and down her delicate cunt-tunnel, until it was fluttering constantly, violently.
"Poke me!" she wailed. "Poke me! Fuck me!
Screw me!"
Bob didn't know how much more of this he could take. He had been fighting the urgency in his nuts for what already seemed an eternity. Finally giving in, he slammed forward, crushing her beneath his body. He tore into her tits with his teeth until he tasted the salty flavor of blood. At the same time, he gouged his cock forward so hard he could have sworn her tight pussy-lips ripped apart.
"Goddamn you, you fucking slut, take it!" he barked. He grabbed her legs and yanked them upward, crushing her knees over her tits. As she draped her ankles around his neck and lifted her ass to suck in more of his prick, he withdrew his cock and then hammered inside her cunt with superhuman strength. "Yeah,-just like that! Fuck it in, whore! Fuck every cocksucking inch!"
For Amanda, pleasure had become commonplace. The only time her "body experienced anything different was when her ^ecstasy peaked to a near-painful level of release. During those moments the room seemed to spin, her mind explode.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed, feeling one, final burst of savage pleasure. She then relaxed, letting her head fall to one side.
"Keep fucking, bitch!" Bob spat. "I'm not nearly through with this sweet, hot hole of yours!"
Amanda couldn't even move. If the house had suddenly caught fire, she knew as well as she knew her own name, she'd lie there and roast to death. The only thing she could do was allow herself to be slapped back and forth like a damp rag doll.
"Tuck it!" Bob growled, his words piercing her ears like a distant echo. "Fuck my cum . . . nowwwwwww!"
"Oh . . . Bob," she murmured, wondering where she found the energy even to murmur those two sounds.
"Oh . . . fuck . . .yes!" the man grunted, shoving in the first of his explosive cum-load. "Eat my cream right up your cunt and . . . and . . . baby, baby, baby I"
When Amanda felt his scalding cum burn her in-sides, her passion slowly renewed itself. At first, she could only work her fingers, then her arMs. Finally, her entire body began twitching and bucking. Seconds later, as the bulk of his orgasm pounded into her pussy, she thrust her body upward by digging her heels into the sheets.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. A new, even more wonderful spasm of climax expanded her cunt-tunnel. When it peaked, she felt as if she had jumped into a pool of boiling cum. "Oh . . . fuck meeeeee!" she shrieked.
Bob slammed in the last of his climax, then fell forward. As his chest heaved against hers, he licked the side of her neck, gently nibbling her soft flesh with his teeth.
"I ... I fucking don't know what happened, but whatever it was, let's do it again," he said finally. "I've never seen a woman so fucking sex-crazy before!"
Amanda didn't want to admit it even to herself, but she had to. The entire time Bob was fucking his meat into her slit, she kept seeing only one thing—this huge, hulking man and his monstrous cock fucking her own daughter's cherry out. In fact, she had even felt like Kim, knew what Kim would be experiencing.
"I ... I don't think you want to marry me," she said a few moments later. "Not when I tell you something."
"You're nuts," Bob said, giving her a big grin. "There's absolutely nothing you could say to change my mind. Not even if you knocked over an orphanage."
"I ... I fucked my own son," Amanda said, thinking the direct route was the best. "Skip." Then fearing his reaction, she went on, "And I've been thinking seriously about fucking my other two sons. I know I shouldn't, and I'm a terrible person, but . . . but ... I don't care."
"That doesn't make you .J. terrible," Bob said, his brows furrowing. "Granted, it makes you kinda weird, but not terrible." He shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the tip of his finger over the soft angle of her shoulder. "So what do you want me to say?" he asked. "That I hate you for it? Hell, I can understand it. A woman without a man for so long might . . . well, do anything."
"But that isn't the half of it," Amanda said. "When I talked with Kim a few minutes ago, she wanted . . . wanted ..."
"Wanted what?" Bob grinned, remembering the girl's shocked expression. .
"She wants to fuck you," Amanda said. This time there was an almost violent reaction from the man. "She's a virgin and wants you to deflower her. And for the record, I don't think it's that bad an idea. You're experienced, and she loves you and you love her, and . . . "
"Hey, hey, hey," Bob said, his eyes widening. "You're going too fast for me. I'm just getting over the Mother-Son Fuckathon, and now you hit me with ..."
"And while you were fucking me," Amanda went on, "1 was pretending I was Kim. That's what excited me so."
"My God," Bob said, his face a study in confusion.
"So, if you want to put your pants on and walk out of here, I wouldn't blame you," Amanda said. "Anyone in his right mind wouldn't want to get hooked up with a family ..."
"Shut up and let me think," Bob said slowly. "Fuck Kim, huh? Jesus. Fuck your daughter. And you're fucking your sons and we're fucking each other and . . . "
"See what I mean?" Amanda said, her voice said. "I'm sorry. It just wouldn't work out, Bob."
"Who says it wouldn't?" the man said, suddenly grinning. "The way I look at it, we take one problem at a time."
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Well, I want to marry you, and you want to fuck your sons—all of them, and Kim wants to fuck me, so . . . let's just tackle the first one."
"Well, we can't get married tonight," Amanda said.
"That's not our first problem," he said. "In fact, that's not a problem at all. What we've got is a little girl in there who's got an itchy cunt."
"And...?"
"And you take care of your boys," he said, pulling away, "and I'll take care of the girls."
"You mean . . . ?"
"I mean, if you'll excuse me for a while, I have a wonderful chore to do. And hell, I haven't popped a cherry in .... Christ, fifteen years. I hope I still know how."
"Something tells me you do," Amanda laughed. "By the way, Bob," she added, "ask Mike to come in here. Tell him his mommy wants to see him."