Chapter 3
That was the beginning and it went on from there, day after day and week after week. Ellen was ecstatically happy with her son, heRbed partner, her very secret lover. If friends and neighbors gossiped about why she didn't date any men, she didn't hear it and she couldn't have cared less.
Her blissful relationship with her son was all she needed. It continued for almost a year without interruption. Then she heard from her sister, Angie, long distance.
Angie's husband was being transferred to a branch office in the town in which Ellen lived. Could she put them up until they found a suitable place of their own? What could Ellen say? Yes, that would be fine.
So two days later, Angie and her husband, Paul, and their three teenage daughters, Pamela, Dorie and Carol, moved in with Ellen and her son, Brent. For Ellen and her son, sex with each other came to a screeching halt.
Ellen's son went back to sleeping in his own room, for the duration of the unexpected visit of his relatives. Angie and Paul Todd had one of the guest rooms, Carol and Dorie slept in the other. The oldest girl, Pamela, shared Ellen's bed.
By the time two weeks had gone by, Ellen was so hot and horny, she was almost ready to climb the walls. Not once since her sister and family had moved in, did she have a chance to be alone with her son. It was even worse, seeing him every day and not being able to touch him. She hesitated to kiss and hug him in the presence of their guests, for fear they would both get carried away and do something indiscreet.
All it would take would be for her hand to move down to her son's cock for a quick feel, or for her son to grab a fast feel of her tits, her ass or her cunt . . . and their deep, dark secret would be exposed.
Then came that Saturday afternoon, when her son and the girls were out somewhere. Angie was downtown shopping and she was alone in the house with her brother-in-law Paul. There was something about the way he looked at her that had the crotch of her panties getting moist.
"God, Ellen, you're a beautiful woman," he said, coming closer to her.
"Why, Paul . . . thank you."
"I don't know how you stand it."
"Stand what?"
"I don't know how long it's been since you got laid, but in the two weeks we've been here, you haven't been out with a man once."
"Well, I-"
"I guess our being here has really screwed up your sex life, and I'm sorry about that," he said. "We didn't intend to impose on you this long."
"Who's imposing? Haven't my son and I shown you how much we like having you here? Brent is as happy as a lark, with the attention he gets from your three daughters."
"You've been wonderful to all of us," said Paul. "But you aren't getting laid-"
"Really, Paul ..."
"It doesn't seem fair. You're a normal, healthy woman, just like your sister. And I fuck Angie every night. If you're anything like her, you must really be suffering, because Angie sure likes to fuck.. She'd never go two weeks without it. If I didn't give her my cock every time she's in the mood for it, she'd probably jump the postman ... or your son."
"She would?"
"God, you're beautiful-"
"You've already said that," replied Ellen as he slipped his arms around her, one of them going down onto her quivering ass.
"Well, you are."
"That isn't really what you mean, is it?"
"No ..."
"Well, if you have in mind what I think you have, you'd better not waste any time. This is the first day that my son and the girls, and Angie, have been out of the house at the same time. If we miss this chance, it may never come again."
His mouth pressed onto hers. As Ellen felt his tongue dart in past her lips, her arms entwined about his neck. Pressing up tight against him, the pressure of his bone-hard prick against her pussy mound, told her how hot he was for her.
He tried to get her down on the couch, but Ellen resisted.
"Not the couch," she panted. "There isn't room enough for what we're going to do. We'll go upstairs-"
In her bedroom, Paul pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he stopped to watch Ellen take off her clothes. When she was naked, he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough.
His throbbing erection, released from the confines of his undershorts, sprang upward. Ellen rushed over, her fingers closing around the rigid shaft as Paul pulled his feet free of his pants and undershorts and kicked off his shoes. He reached down with one hand and pulled off his socks.
"Good heavens, you're big," she said in a throaty whisper.
He grinned at her. "After not having any cock for at least two weeks, you need a big one."
They were both naked now. He kissed her several more times, shoving his tongue between her open, eager lips. Ellen held him tightly, pressing herself against him while she kept a firm hold on the object she prized. She wondered if he had any idea how passionate she could get when he tickled her with his cock.
Without taking his mouth from hers, he got a hand onto one of her tits. The nipple was stiff. He fondled it, rubbing his palm across and around it, so that it was flattened and his palm pressed into her soft flesh. His other hand stayed on her quivering, bare ass.
Ellen was enjoying the wild, hot sensation that was sweeping through her body. She writhed and squirmed against him. In spite of his tongue half filling her mouth, small cries escaped from deep in her throat.
When their lips finally parted, he lowered his head and slipped a nipple into his mouth. He held it there firmly with his lips while his hand moved farther down, over her flat, smooth belly and then further still, until Ellen gasped with pleasure. The flesh of her inner thighs quivered in response to the explorations of his searching, teasing fingers.
Ellen groaned breathlessly as his fingers touched off wave after wave of hot flashes that shot through her trembling body. She closed her eyes and let him continue playing with her. Her hand tightened on his rigid prick and she sighed each time his fingers moved about.
The bed was close behind her and Paul edged her back to it. When her legs touched it, she fell back onto it. Then she saw where his face was headed and her eyes danced with passion.
"You're . . . going to eat me?"
"Damned right I am," he said, going down on his knees between her parted legs. "I've wanted to get my mouth on your cunt since the first day I came here."
"Oh, Paul, lover. If your thing is eating pussy, you'll never ever get away from me!" Ellen warned, breathing harshly.
He stared at the tempting sight between her widely parted thighs. He pressed his face onto her wet cunt and Ellen felt his tongue shoot up into it. Excited and eager, he went to work on it until Ellen's hips were going wild. He had to hold her by her ass to keep his mouth on her cunt. Then she let loose with an intense orgasm.
"Eeee! Oh! Oh, God, Paul! Ah!"
In response, she squeezed her legs shut, pressing her soft inner thighs against his ears. After a few moments, her body ceased its shaking and she felt his tongue working on her again. Still holding her by her writhing ass, he got busy again lapping and sucking.
With each throb and jerk Ellen made, he worked harder. Holding her, he caressed and fondled her cunt with his tongue, giving it lots of loving attention. He feasted on her, until he brought her into another orgasm, "Paul! Oh! Ah! Aaagh!"
Ellen trembled almost violently, then stiffened. In the throes of passion she pressed her thighs again tightly around his head. He was trapped against her and he stayed there, until the shuddering sensations she was experiencing finally subsided.
He then took his mouth from her cunt and she sat up. She pulled his head up from between her thighs.
"Whatever you planned on doing to me, just hold it,M Ellen panted. "Give me a minute for everything to settle down. Oh, were you ever good to me!"
He climbed onto the bed with her and lay down beside hex, so that his head was close to hers.
"My lover ..." she cooed. "I have a lover, and it's my sister's husband!"
After while, she lifted her head and bent over him, looking down at him with a happy, pleased smile.
"That was so good. You really are wonderful."
"How can two such hot, wild women as you and your sister, come from the same family?" asked Paul.
Ellen laughed. "We both take after our mother. If she were my age and in bed with you right now, she'd burn you to ashes."
Ellen planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his lips that went on and on. Her hand crept down his body until her fingers closed on his long, thick cock, then massaged its throbbing rigidity. Paul groaned.
"What's the matter?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"Nothing," he sighed, as her ringers squeezed gently on his prick, while her thumb rolled back and forth across the bulbous head.
"Let's make love now," she whispered.
"Wasn't that what we just did?" he teased.
"Til make it plainer," said Ellen. "Shove this monster of a prick up into my cunt and fuck me for all you're worth."
Grinning, he climbed on top of her, looking pleased with his good fortune. She was not only nice to be in bed with, she promised to be a wild, hot fuck.
Ellen lay back and waited for his thrust up into her. She didn't wait long. Paul put it against the moist lips of her pussy and, with a slow, steady push, moved into her.
Ellen cried out in delight and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Paul put his weight behind his cock and went in deeper. She wriggled from side to side, helping all she could.
He gave her several more jabs, back and forth, until Ellen had it all. She lay with her eyes partially closed, feeling the delighted sensations against every part of her. Her legs came up and around his back, while he dug his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass. Ellen twisted her hips, getting all the sensations she could.
"Oh, lover!" she gasped breathlessly. "I'm going to come. I'm almost there!"
Ellen hit her high point and let out a shriek. Her arms flailed. Her legs kicked in the air and her teeth dug into Paul's shoulder.
"Give it tome!"
He did. He buried his face in the soft flesh of her neck and drove his body against hers. His hot charge jetted into her in several bountiful spurts.
"Paul! Lover! Aaagh!"
They shuddered and bounced on the bed, until the crest of their orgasms ebbed and they rocked into each other. Then they were still. Paul lay on top of her, Ellen holding him there, as though worried he might get away from her.
"I needed that," she said in a soft voice, looking up at him contentedly. "But you knew that, or you wouldn't have made a pass at me."
His mouth closed over hers and he kissed her long and hard, while his hand caressed her bare ass. She felt his cock stiffen up inside her cunt and desire flamed up in her again. Finally, she pulled her mouth from his.
"Oh, God, Paul," she panted. "Fuck me again!"
He did. And three more times after that. The afternoon was gone when Ellen brushed her lips across his cheek and said with a deep sigh, "Oh, sweetheart, that was so nice ..."
"I'm glad," he said, grinning at her. "I really wanted to please your cunt, so I'll get another chance at it."
"I think that can be arranged," said Ellen. "Since you'll be living here in town, I think we can work something out."
"Good. I'll take good care of your pussy. I promise."
"What I think we'd better do now, lover," said Ellen, "is change these cum-stained sheets and make the bed. Then we'll take a quick shower together, so my sister doesn't detect the smell of sex."
"Do I smell of sex?" he asked, grinning at her.
"I can smell you from over here!" said a voice from the doorway.
Ellen's heart stood still as she looked up and saw Carol, the youngest of Paul's daughters. Her look of terror gave way to one of puzzlement, as the girl came into the room with a mischievous smile on her face.
She moved to the bed where her father lay on top of Ellen, put her head close to his and kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't worry, Daddy," she said cheerfully. "I won't tell Mom on you."
Her smiling face turned to Ellen and the girl kissed her, too. "I like you a lot, Aunt Ellen. I could tell you were in need of a man, the past two weeks. I'm glad Daddy is giving you what you need."
Her father gave her a playful pat on her ass, which looked to Ellen to be more like a deliberate feel of the girl's cunt.
"Then get out of here and let us get on with it," he said, making a pretense of being severe.
The girl skipped to the door, then turned and grinned at her father and Ellen. "Whatever you're going to do, you'd better make it fast. Mom will be home any minute and so will Brent and my sisters. I don't think Mom is ready yet, to find out what a swinging family we are."
"Is she your favorite?" asked Ellen, after the girl had gone.
"I have no favorites," said Paul. "I love my three daughters equally."
"But you fuck Carol, don't you? I figured that when I saw you put your hand on her cunt."
"I fuck all three of my girls," said Paul.
"What?"
"Why wouldn't I? Look at the way they're stacked. Each one is luscious and adorable. What man could resist them? It's a father's duty to provide for his family, and I provide what my girls need a lot of, a bone-hard prick. Besides, if they didn't get it from me, they'd go out somewhere and get it. When I fuck them at home it keeps them in off the streets, which makes me a good parent." "Does Angie know?"
"Not yet. She thinks she has me all to herself." Ellen let out a deep sigh. "That's a bomb that can go off at any time. I hope it doesn't explode while you're all staying here."