Chapter 8
The party was rolling along like a machine that was well greased. Everyone was having a good time. The last thing Ellen expected, especially at that time of night, was visitors.
Made reckless by booze and sex, Ellen disdained going upstairs to get her dressing robe, before answering the door. She did, however, turn out the hall light, plunging the entranceway into total darkness, before going to the door naked.
When she opened the front door, she could just barely make out the two Cotter kids from just down the street. They were both teenagers, one a very beautiful girl named Gloria, and her brother, a well-built handsome boy whose name was Michael.
"Maybe we shouldn't have disturbed you at this hour, Mrs. Harden," said the girl, unable to see in the dense darkness of the entranceway that Ellen didn't have any clothes on. "But we saw that the lights were on, and we thought it would be okay. We wanted to see Brent and the girls, to ask them if they'd like to help us with the play our Junior Club is putting on."
Ellen's voice was dripping with sweetness. "Why don't you come in and ask them?" she invited.
When Ellen went to answer the door, her son, Brent, followed her. He was with her now, standing beside her in the darkness. She knew, because his hand was on her bare ass, his fingers feeling their way along the crack.
The door between the hall and the living room had been closed and it was as dark in the hallway as in the inside of a coal mine. Ellen closed the front door after the teenagers entered and Brent turned on the light.
"Brent!" the girl gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Where are your clothes?"
"Oh, they're around somewhere, Gloria," he said, grinning at her.
"Mrs. Harden! You're naked, too!" exclaimed the girl.
The boy was too busy staring at Ellen to say anything.
"You're very observant, dear," said Ellen, giving her a big smile. "When we heard you at the door, there wasn't time to look for our clothes."
"You and your son ... go around the house naked together?" the girl asked incredulously.
"Oh, yes, dear," said Ellen. "There's nothing like it to develop a close, loving relationship between a mother and her son."
The girl found that easy to believe, seeing Brent standing there with his hand on his mother's bare ass. His other hand slipped around Gloria's waist, pulling her closer to him. Ellen could see the girl's eyes get bigger as she noticed the upright position of Brent's huge, solid cock.
Ellen smiled at the speechless boy in front of her. "Don't you and your mother take your clothes off, when you're alone together?"
The boy shook his head, his eyes moving back and forth between Ellen's tits and her pussy mound.
"That's too bad," said Ellen. "Emily Cotter is such an attractive woman. You'd enjoy being naked with her."
"I think we came at a wrong time-" said Gloria.
"Nonsense. We're very glad you're here, aren't we, Brent?" said Ellen.
Brent nodded and grinned at the girl, giving her a squeeze and holding her tighter against him.
"What Gloria and Michael called about, dear," Ellen said to her son, "is their play they wanted to discuss with you."
"Oh. Well, fine," said Brent with enthusiasm. "I think the best place to discuss that, would be upstairs."
With undaunted assurance, Ellen's son guided the girl up the stairway. "There's a party going on in the living room," he explained to Gloria, "and it would be very distracting. Later, we'll have you meet our guests and join in on the fun."
"Yes. You'll love our guests," said Ellen, taking Michael by the hand and following her son and Gloria up the stairs. "Pamela, Done and Carol are in there. They'll be so happy to see you and introduce you around."
Whether from curiosity or sexual arousal, the girl put up no resistance whatever to being taken upstairs by a naked teenage boy.
"My room, dear," said Ellen to her son, following him along the hall.
"Oh, this is a beautiful room, Mrs. Harden,"
said Gloria^ trying to sound casual about the whole thing, disregarding the fact that Brent's hands were all over her.
"Actually, it's my son's room as much as it is mine," said Ellen, "since he spends more time in here than he does in his own room."
Gloria and her brother glanced at each other, then looked at the king-size bed.
The whole thing had Gloria so confused she didn't even notice, or pretended not to notice, that Brent was undressing her. Perhaps she was stunned by seeing her brother willingly submitting to being undressed by Ellen.
When he had her naked, Brent eased her onto the bed and got on it with her.
"Gloria!" Michael called out, when it was evident that his sister was going to let Ellen's son get on top of her and fuck her.
"It's all right, darling," said Ellen soothingly. "Your sister isn't doing anything we aren't going to do-as soon as you get your shoes and socks off."
"Eei! Oh, Brent! Oh ..."
"Like it?"
"Ohhhh, you make me feel tingly all over."
"Wait'U I get it all the way in you."
"Mmmmrnmmm . . . That feels so nice ..."
"Oh, Gloria," Brent groaned. "I've wanted to get my cock into you like this for ages!"
"Well, you didn't try very hard. You've never asked me for a date. You were always so busy . . . with those other girls."
"Yeah, well they seemed to crowd around me, before I could get to you."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can't believe it," Gloria murmured. "You're actually doing it to me. Oh, if Susan Harper could see us now!"
"Why?"
"She kept telling me I'd never make it with you."
"Susan Harper! She's tried for months to keep us apart."
"I don't blame her," said Gloria. "If you make her feel this good, why would she want to share you with me?"
"Yeah, I have fucked her quite a lot lately," Brent admitted. "But I sure wanted you!"
"Oh, you're in so deep ..."
"I'm glad you like it," said Brent, breathing hard and pumping faster. "We're gonna doit a lot. Susan Harper isn't going to get much from now on, but you sure are!"
Ellen climbed onto the bed, spread her legs open and reached out to Michael with an inviting smile.
"Come on, lover. Let's get started. Your sister and my son are getting way ahead of us!"
Eagerly the boy climbed on top of her. Ellen grabbed his rigid cock and guided it to her waiting hole. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
"Kiss me, lover. And then push!"
"Uuuggghhh!"
"Ah! My God! Your prick feels as big as my son's!"
"You and your son-fuck!"
"Does a dog bark?"
"Oh, Mrs. Harden. You feel so good," said Michael, slamming his balls into the crack of Ellen's ass, each time he buried his cock in her.
"Do I, dear?" Does this give you some idea of how good your mother would feel, if you got your prick into her?"
"Oh, gosh, I-"
"Have you ever wanted to fuck your mother?"
"Have I? I've wanted that for as far back as I can remember."
"I don't blame you," said Ellen. "Emily is a sexy-looking woman. I'll bet she'd be terrific if you had her in bed."
"Oh jeez, Mrs. Harden-I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, lover! I'm ready, too!"
Ellen had never yet been cheated out of an orgasm, no matter how quick her lover was, and she didn't intend to make this her first time.
"Uuuggghhh!" Michael groaned, his cock jerking inside her, his fluids jetting into her in hot, heavy spurts.
"Oh, baby! Ah! Eeel!"
Beside them, Gloria and her son were making the bed bounce. Their movements became more frantic. Gloria writhed, squirmed and flung her ass up off the mattress, as Brent pounded her for all he was worth.
"Brent! Oh! Ah!"
"Gloria! Are you-?"
"Jeez-yes! Ah! Eeel!"
"Uuh! Uuugh!"
An hour later, Ellen reached over and put her hand on her son's shoulder. "How about giving that poor girl a break? Four times in the past hour should be enough for anybody. Save the rest for when you're dating her."
"You should talk, Mom," said her son, grinning at her. "You're ahead of Gloria by three orgasms."
"I didn't know you kept a pocket calculator under your pillow," said Ellen. She wriggled out from under Michael and got to her feet. "Come on. Let's see what's happening downstairs at the party. We'll let these kids rest up. We can come back for them later."
Ellen and her son met at the foot of the bed and slipped into each other's arms, kissing and caress ing fondly.
"That's a hot little pussy you've latched onto," Ellen told him.
"No hotter than yours," he whispered in her ear, "Well right now, mine needs a good wash, and you're just the man to do it. Let's take a quick shower, before we go downstairs."
When they came out of the bathroom, showered and dried, they took a peek into Ellen's bedroom. They were just in time to see Gloria making eyes at her brother. He apparently got the message. He scampered over to her, climbed on top of her and when Ellen quietly closed the bedroom door, he was already fucking her.
Upon opening the sliding doors between the hall and the living room, Ellen was pleased to see that the party had obviously got its second wind and was going strong. It was also apparent that the young and the not-so-young had successfully bridged the generation gap. Each teenager was fucking or being fucked by, a mature adult.
Ellen's son lost no time in throwing himself into the fray and settled down with Louise Ulmer, who was tickled to death that Ellen's son found her attractive enough to want to fuck her. She pulled him down onto her, letting him know that no foreplay was necessary. She was ready. So he humped her right there on the couch.
Just beyond the couch, Ellen saw Carol bending over, her hands on her knees, while Max Hatke was trying to get his prick up the girl's ass. Dorie was in a similar position, with Joe Warner behind her, Joe had made better progress. His cock was buried to his balls in the girl's asshole.
On the other side of the room, Joe's daughter Eva was on her knees, her shoulders to the carpet, while her asshole was being reamed by Clyde Ulmer's sturdy prick. Near them, Ellen's brother-in-law Paul was happily servicing Julie Warner's asshole.
The whole party it seemed, was into asshole fucking. Leaning over the arm of an easy chair, Mrs. Warner was having her asshole worked oven by Phil Hatke's teenage cock, while the boy's brother Greg, was doing the same thing to Angie Todd.
Ellen anticipated a heavy run on all three bathrooms in the house before long, as each male felt the need to wash his shitty cock.
As the men drifted back into the living room after having cleansed their prick, those in the mature category, hit the bar, preferring at the moment a good stiff drink to a willing pussy. The teenage males, who lusted for cunt rather than booze, had a wide choice of unattached pussy.
Young Greg Hatke, his freshly washed prick standing at attention, spotted Pamela all by herself. Realizing he hadn't been able to get to her all night, he took full advantage of her temporary lack of male companionship. As soon as Ellen's son and Louise Ulmer got up from the couch, Pamela and Greg went down on it.
Looking about the room, Ellen was quite pleased about the way the party had gone and was still going. Everyone was so uninhibited and having such a good time. She began to believe she had anticipated everything and overlooked nothing.
That wasn't quite so.^Ellen had forgotten about Gloria Cotter and her brother who were last seen fucking each other upstairs in Ellen's bedroom.
Had she thought about them, she'd have realized it was nearly two hours since she and her son had led them up the stairs to her bedroom and that by now Emily Cotter, who lived just down the street, would be quite concerned about her daughter and son. She would be wondering just what kind of party her children were attending. After all, Ellen Harden was a divorcee and who knows what kind of shindig she'd be throwing.
Ellen knew that Emily Cotter was suspicious of her. One day on the front lawn, her brother-in-law Paul, impulsively grabbed her by the ass, just as
Emily was driving by in her car. That would be enough to start Emily thinking that Paul was looking after her, as well as his wife.
And Ellen's son Brent was getting himself quite a reputation among the neighbors. God, that kid had already fucked nearly every girl in the neighborhood. Now there were her sister's three teenage girls living in the house with him. Emily Cotter could easily speculate as to what Ellen's son was doing with them.
Had Ellen given a thought to all this, she'd have expected her door chimes to sound any second.
Her sister Angie came over to her, looking frazzled but pleased with herself.
"This is one party we'll remember for a long time to come," said Angie.
Ellen grinned at her. "You seem to have gotten your share of it."
Angie let out a deep sigh. "I was doing all right I guess, until that young Greg Hartke put his prick up my ass. It feels like it's still there. God, that kid has a cock like you wouldn't believe."
"Thanks for the endorsement of the product," said Ellen. "I'll give it a try, before he gets away from here."
"You're already too late," said Angie. "He's over there on the couch with my daughter, Pamela. If and when she ever gets through with him, he won't be much use to anyone else."
The door chimes sounded.
Ellen went to answer it, accompanied by her sister Angie and her son Brent. This time they didn't close the doors between the hall and the living room and they didn't turn out the light. To hell with all that timid stuff. They went right into the hall and Ellen pulled open the door.
Emily Cotter barely had time to note that she was being greeted by two naked women and a naked teenage boy, before she was suddenly pulled inside and thrust into a room full of naked people.
Ellen's son Brent dragged her down onto the carpeted floor where Ellen and Angie held her while Brent threw up her skirt and pulled off her panties. The next thing Emily Cotter knew, that teenage boy was on top of her, pushing his hard prick up into her.
She wasn't at all happy about it at first, being humiliated that way, but as she soared through her first orgasm, she decided Brent was the nicest young man any woman could want for a neighbor. When she reached her second climax and his prick was spurting a hot, liquid stream into her, she loved him dearly and didn't ever want him to get up off of her.
She needn't have worried about that. Brent had no intention of getting off of her for a long time.
He'd had the hots for Mrs. Cotter for ages, lusted for her in his dreams. Now it was all real. His prick was actually right up in her.
For the longest time Ellen and Angie watched them fuck, while Emily shrieked her way through an unbelievable number of orgasms. Ellen's son shot his load into her so often that Ellen could see his cream running down the crack of Emily's ass and onto her good carpet.
The object of Emily's concern, her teenage son and daughter, chose that time to come downstairs and into the living room. The sight that hit them right in the face was their mother on the floor, being fucked by Ellen's son and looking like she loved every inch of it.
At first they were shocked, then stunned and then sexually aroused. Ellen saw Michael's naked cock spring to life and snap up to attention. When Brent finally climbed off of Mrs. Cotter, her son quickly climbed on. When Brent got up and went on to other things, Emily had her arms and legs wrapped round her darling son and was shrieking through yet another orgasm.
Ellen watched Gloria, so hot now from seeing her brother fucking their mother, she looked like she could catch fire. Suddenly Ellen's brother-in-law Paul spotted her, pulled her down onto the floor beside her mother and threw a fuck into her.