Chapter 3
The rest of the week was uneventful, to put it mildly. I let my husband fuck me after I got home from the orgy with Vera, Chad and Ted. It was a real thrill to fuck him knowing I had spent the afternoon fucking and sucking two strange men. Jack was none the wiser and remarked on how hot I was. After that, the week went downhill. Jack fucked me on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday I wanted to go play bridge and see Tony, but one of the kids had a fucking program at school that I couldn't get out of. The program was boring and shitty and Jack didn't fuck me when we got home-said he was too tired. He was too tired the rest of the week and didn't even offer to bring a friend home. I was anxious for him to bring home another man for me. I needed regular sex now, and Jack didn't seem to realize how his inattention would surely force me to cheat on him again.
We went to church on Sunday; something we hadn't done in quite a while. Both girls sang in the choir; they were regular attenders, even if we weren't. John was in the youth choir, but they didn't sing that Sunday so he used it as an excuse not to attend.
Chuck and Elsie Stern sat a couple of rows ahead of us. Chuck turned and saw us, nodded, and then gave me a real soul-searching look. I'm sure my face reddened. I couldn't help dwelling on the thought that he had seen all those nude pictures of me. Jack should never have shown them to someone we knew socially. I wondered if he had let Chuck see the ones where I was being fucked by Frank. For an instant, I almost hoped that he had. Elsie stared straight ahead, but Chuck couldn't help glancing around every now and then. I could tell that he wanted to fuck me if he got the chance. Maybe, just maybe, I thought, I'll give him the chance.
I swear I didn't hear a word the preacher said. I spent the whole hour fantasizing that Chuck was fucking me. by the end of the hour my panties were soaked and my pussy tingled. I did hear the closing prayer.
We talked to Chuck and Elsie for a minute on the church steps and I could see the hungry lust in his eyes. On the way to the car, I said to Jack, "You should never have shown Chuck those pictures of me naked. God, did you see the way he was looking at me?"
"Yeah, I sure as hell did," Jack said, chuckling.
"Lord, I hope you didn't show him the ones where we were fucking."
"No, I didn't show him those."
"And surely not the ones of me and Frank."
"Of course not," Jack snapped.
"Goddamn, I'm glad of that." I paused a moment, and then added, "Why not?"
"I didn't want to-not yet, anyway. I get a kick out of the way the prick drools when I show him the ones with your legs open. I don't think I want the bastard to fuck you, though."
"Why not?" I said.
"Because I hate the overbearing sonofabitch. I don't know why I ever showed him the pictures in the first place, but I'm glad I did. Jesus, he really eats his heart out." Jack laughed. "I may just show him some of you and Frank and watch his stupid face."
"Jack," I said, "You wouldn't show him pictures of another man fucking your wife, would you?"
"I might. Would you care?"
I pondered for a moment. "Well ... no, I guess not. I'd like to see his face, too." I didn't say it, but I would have liked to see his cock-not only see it, but feel it buried deep in my cunt. Jesus, I really felt horny. I hadn't been fucked since Wednesday-four days-and I was needing it. It was the longest I'd gone without for at least three months.
On the way home, I got Jack's prick out and played with him. We talked more about Chuck, and Jack got good and hard. I wanted to bend down and suck him, but decided to save it until we got home. My mistake! When we got there, the girls were already home, and John was whining about a fight he'd had with a neighbor kid. I was forgotten. I got a headache, then-the first I'd had in years.
After lunch Jack decided the weather was too nice to pass up a game of golf. I play, too, and usually go with him, but my head wouldn't quit throbbing and I reluctantly declined. I decided to take a couple of aspirin and lie down. I heard the girls' voices coming from Joyce's room. The door was open, and they were arguing. I heard Joyce's voice and my mouth dropped open.
"Oh, go fuck yourself," she said.
Joyce is our eldest. She's always been quiet and shy, almost withdrawn. She never misses church or choir practice or any young people's church activity, and is an honor student who rarely goes out with boys. I couldn't believe my ears-not that word from Joyce's lips. Why, I'd have bet that she didn't even know it-not perfect Joyce.
"Well, fuck you, too," Jerri shot back. From Jerri I expected it. I doubt very much that she is even a virgin, and have reason to believe she spent the night with a man the night that Jack brought Frank over.
"Listen, shitass, I don't give a good fuck what you think. You can take your fucking opinion and shove it up your voluptuous cunt, or better yet, your ass. It probably won't be the first time you've had something stuck in your ass," Joyce said, her voice shrill.
I couldn't stand any more; my head was pounding, and I ran for the bathroom. I heard Joyce's voice again as I ran.
"Who's out in the hall? Is that you, John, you little prick? You fucking little peckerhead?"
I made it into the bathroom before she came out, and stood with my heart pounding. I should have gone back and really chewed ass, but I just didn't care. God, young girls are such foul-mouthed sluts nowdays, even my sweet Joyce. Sweet, my ass.
I took the aspirin and went to my bedroom and closed the door. I stripped off my clothing and slipped into a silky dressing gown. I liked the gown when I was naked; it felt so marvelous against my bare skin. I stretched out on the bed, my temples throbbing. I didn't know how long I had been there when there was a light tapping on the door.
"Who is it?" I said.
"It's John. Can I come in, Mother?"
"Yes, darling," I answered.
The minute he stepped inside the door, I knew I should have told him to go away. The warning signals flashed in my head like neon lights. He's my baby, but I had let him fuck me once already. I felt ashamed because I was getting excited and I couldn't help myself. I remembered the time he got into bed with me because he had had a bad dream, and I played with his cock. It should have ended right there, but I played with it again another time and then sucked him and made him come. After that, fucking with him didn't seem so bad. I swore then that it must never happen again.
"Don't you feel good?" John said.
"No, darling. I have a headache. Where are the girls?" I didn't know why I asked that; it didn't matter.
He came over and sat on the bed beside me. "They took off somewhere," he said. "Together?"
"Yeah. They were laughing and acting crazy."
"Amazing," I said. "Why is that?" he said.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. They were fighting when I came in here."
"Yeah, they do that a lot." He put his hand on my cheek. "You don't have a fever."
John seemed so much more grown up now since I let him fuck me. His hand felt so nice on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his palm. I felt his other hand inside my robe, first on my thigh and then my bare belly and knew it would happen again if I didn't stop him.
"John, no ... you know what we decided," I said, weakly.
"You decided-I didn't," he said.
His hand moved lightly down into my pussy hair. "Oh, John, no...." I said. And then he was between my legs, his fingers sliding deeply into my cunt. I was already wet there, probably from thinking of what I knew he would do. I wasn't drunk now, like last ime. No, I couldn't blame booze, only myself. I'm loose, immoral, incestuous even. I wanted him to play with me, wanted it more than anything I could imagine.
He opened my robe all the way and I didn't stop him. I wanted him to look at me, to want me. "You're so beautiful, mother," he said. "Do I excite you?"
"God, yes."
"Let me see." I let my hand go to his crotch and felt the hard lump in his pants. "Yes, I guess I do," I said.
He played with my pussy while I got his pants open. I slid my hands inside and grasped his little prick. God, it was so hard, and not little, really-just little by comparison. It seemed bigger than when I had first played with it, and he responded more knowledgeably, hunching expertly into my clasping fist.
"Take off your clothes, John," I said.
The lad jumped from the bed and quickly shed his clothing. He stood naked, staring at me, his prick pointing straight out from his belly.
"You're so beautiful, Mother. I wish I could take some pictures of you like Dad does," he said.
"Like ... like Dad does?" I stammered.
"I peeked through the door and saw him. I liked it when you got on your back and opened your legs wide."
I sighed and dropped my legs apart, my robe falling away to my sides. "Like this?" I whispered.
"Yes, Mother, yes," he said, his eyes wide. "Oh, Mother, can I kiss it?"
"John, how do you know of such things?"
"I saw Dad do it to you."
"You saw that, too? My God, John, how often have you peeked at us?"
"Oh, lots of times," he said. "I saw him kissing you there one night after you sucked his thing and made him come."
I was beyond shock by this time. My baby wasn't my baby anymore. "And what did you think when you saw us doing that?" I asked him.
"I got excited and played with myself-you know-jacked-off. I came, too."
"Show me," I said, "but don't come."
John took his cock in his fingers and started stroking. He stroked slowly, deliberately. "It's better when I go slow-makes it tingle more and it takes longer," he said.
I watched for a couple of minutes, my own cunt-juices tingling, and then raised my knees and spread my legs wide apart. "Come here, darling-come here and kiss it."
He came to me instantly and dropped his face between my legs. He lacked the finesse of an experienced lover, and went right to my cunt with his mouth. I liked to be kissed on the legs and around the edges first, but since it was my young son doing the kissing, it was more than adequate-it was thrilling. He kissed me several times and then raised up.
"It has a strong smell," he said.
"Don't you like the smell?"
"Well ... yeah-I think I do."
"Then do it some more, and use your tongue. I like it."
He dove in again, but more aware of what he was doing this time. He puckered and kissed and licked and sucked. I started moaning and rolling my hips, my hands going to his head to press him to me. I was in heaven and nearing a marvelous come when he stopped and raised his head.
"Don't stop," I cried, "I'm almost there."
"I want you to suck me, too," he said.
"Of course. How selfish of me. Slide up here beside me. We can suck each other at the same time." He started to climb up. "No, turn around so we can get at each other." He understood then, and got into the right position. He was a little short for a perfect sixty-nine, but by bending my neck a little, I got his cock in my mouth.
His cock tasted so sweet, and I could get the whole thing in my mouth without gagging. It was so hard, too, so incredibly hard; a grown man's cock just doesn't get that hard. He was back between my legs with his mouth, but I could tell he was thinking more of what I was doing to him than what he was doing to me. It didn't matter, though, because it was such a thrill to be sucking his cock. My little baby, and I had his prick inside my mouth-sucking, sucking, sucking. I wanted his cum, but I knew I would be unfulfilled and stopped.
"Let's not come this way, darling. Let's fuck," I said.
John wasn't against the idea, even though I'm sure he would have been completely satisfied if I had sucked him off. He raised up and turned around and quickly crawled on top of me.
"Yes, yes," I hissed, "get on top of me, get it in ... honey, I want it so much."
It went in easily, almost lost inside my wet pussy, but I could feel it, and I knew whose it was, and that was enough. I knew I would come.
He moved inside me slowly, not anxious and excited as he had been the first time. He was almost too good at it for only his second fuck.
"Have you done this with anyone else?" I asked.
He didn't answer.
"Well, have you?" I said. "I won't be angry-you can tell me, darling."
"Well ... yeah, I did," he said. "Who with?"
"Don't be mad, Mom. It was with Jerri."
"Your sister?" I cried. "Yeah," he said. "Tell me about it."
"Well, one night I was in the bathroom taking a pee with Jerri came home. You and Dad were already in bed, asleep. I think she had been drinking because she acted silly and asked me to come in her room and talk while she got ready for bed. She just took all her clothes off right in front of me and then came over and took my cock out of my pajamas."
"Were you hard?" I said.
"Yes, and Jerri said I certainly was growing up. I knew what was going to happen then because you and I had already done it, so I took off my pajamas and we got in bed."
My mind was reeling, both from guilt and excitement. What had I done-what had I started?
"What happened then?" I said, holding him closely, thrilling to his little cock now embedded all the way inside me.
"We felt around for a little bit and then I asked if I could fuck her. She said yes, so I did. It wasn't as easy to get it in as it was with you, but not much different afterwards."
"Did you come? I mean inside her."
"Sure. She said she was taking a pill and it would be okay."
"Oh God, honey, keep fucking-go a little faster. Yeah, yeah." I was getting close and could feel the tingling clear up in my belly. "Was it good? I mean with Jerri."
"God, yes, Mom-it really felt good, especially feeling it spurt up inside her."
"Oooooh, John-my baby. You're not my baby anymore-you're my little man. That feels so good, John-faster, faster. Unhh, good, baby. Did Jerri come, too?"
"Yeah, she hugged me and rolled and jerked. She said she did, too."
"I'm going to come, too, honey. Ooooh, it's good!" I could feel his cock hot and hard and alive inside me. He jerked it rapidly in and out. "I'm ... I'm coming, honey!" I screamed, bucking violenlty to meet his thrusts. I threw my head from side to side in a frenzy of orgasm-delicious, wonderful, thrilling orgasm.
"I'm coming, too, Mother!" he cried.
Only his cockhead was between my cunt lips when he started coming, and I could feel the wetness, sure that he was coming more than when the first time. I hunched, engulfing him to the hilt.
"Empty yourself in me, darling!" I screamed. "Make it good for both of us ... enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!" I kept mumbling the words, letting him ride me until he fell exhausted against my heaving tits. I hugged him, savoring the last waning thrills of my orgasm. It was an intense one, and left me weak.
I cradled my young son in my arms and we lay breathing heavily for quite some time. When at last he stirred, he had slipped out and his soft, little prick lay wet and sticky between my plump thighs. I squeezed him and let him roll off. I had done wrong again, and I knew it, yet it had been so thrilling for both of us. I wondered if it would hurt him-really hurt him, I mean. He would surely grow up and go his way with nothing more than a fond memory. Fucking with his sister was something else, though, and had to stop.
"Was the time you told me about the only time with Jerri?" I asked.
He hesitated, knowing I would not approve, but finally said, "No, Mother."
"My God, John, how many times have you fucked your sister?"
"Only one other time. It was at night, too. She came into my room after I had gone to bed."
"God, she's a little whore," I said. "You haven't tried anything with Joyce, have you?"
"Geez, no, Mom. Joyce is an old prude. I've peeked on her, though, and saw her naked. Boy, she is really built."
"John, you must never do that again. We mustn't do this again, either."
"All right, Mother," he answered.
His answer was too quick, too meek. I knew he had no intention of stopping. He would try to fuck Joyce, too, if he thought she would let him. Thank God she is different from her sister and mother, I thought.
"You'd better get dressed and go, John, before Daddy or the girls come home," I said.
"Okay, Mother," he answered.
I watched him dress and even that gave me a thrill. It had to stop, but I didn't know how. John came over and kissed me-not like a son, but like a lover, full on the mouth.
"That was so good, Mom. I really love you," he said. And then he was gone.
I tried to be angry with myself, but I couldn't, not when I knew it would happen again-wanted it to happen again.
I realized then that my headache was gone. I felt wonderful. "I guess it was what I needed," I said, and curled into a little ball under the sheet for a much-needed nap.