Chapter 7

Susan entered the apartment, looked around and smiled, then sat down on the comfortable couch. Kip followed her into the room, set down her small suitcase and the vase of roses from her hospital room, and joined her on the couch.

"It's good to be home," Susan said, taking his hand.

"It's good to have you home," Kip answered, squeezing her hand. "Care for something to drink?"

"How about lemonade?" Susan asked. "Pink lemonade? I think that's all we have."

"Wonderful."

Kip went into the kitchen and poured two tall glasses of cold pink lemonade. While he was gone, Susan opened the buttons on her blouse and kicked off her shoes. She curled her legs up under her on the soft cushions, waiting for her handsome son to join her.

"One pink lemonade for the lady," Kip said, handing her the drink.

"Thank you, sir," Susan added, smiling as she took the drink from his hand. "Now, won't you join me?"

"Delighted." Kip sat down next to her, took a sip of his drink, and set it on the coffee table.

"I missed you, darling," Susan said, setting her glass next to his.

"I missed you too, Mother, more than you may realize." Kip put his arm around her shoulders.

"No, I think I do realize," Susan said, bringing her soft lips close to his.

"I love you," Kip whispered, looking directly into her deep green eyes.

"Ummmm . . . " Susan's lip's parted and touched Kip's chin. Her tongue slid up over his lips, brushing the underside of his nose, feeling the roughness of his close-shaven young beard. Finally, her tongue fell into his mouth and he sucked on it gently as their lips met in a long kiss.

Kip's hands found his mother's breasts and lifted them from her blouse. He touched her nipples gently, running his fingertips over the hard points, wanting her, desiring her on this early summer morning.

Susan touched his inner thigh and pressed against his leg until she felt the hardness of his cock pushing against her hand as Kip's penis crept along inside his jeans. Susan was breathing heavily now. She wanted his penis inside her. "Kip," Susan whispered, pulling her face from his. "Darling, now, please.. . "

"Yes, yes," Kip said, standing up. He held his arm to her and she took it and pulled herself up. They stood there for a moment, embracing. Susan could feel the erection in his pants pressing against her pubic region and her whole body seemed to melt in anticipation.

Without a word, Kip lifted his mother into his arms and carried her down the hall, into her bedroom. He set her on the bed and looked down at her beautiful face for a moment. Then, quickly, he closed and locked the door and began to remove his clothing. Susan awaited him with open arms.

Connie had not heard Kip and Susan enter the apartment. She had been doing the wash in the laundry room and suddenly realized she needed more soap powder from the cabinet at the end of the hall, near Susan's bedroom door. As she walked past the closed door, she thought she heard sounds. She stopped and listened. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. What was happening behind the door was unmistakable. Kip and Susan were fucking.

Connie stood there for a moment, thinking about it. Actually, she wasn't surprised at all. She had guessed that something had been going on between the two of them, and the idea of it had always excited her. It was just the realization of the situation that had caught her off-guard.

She knelt down on the floor and tried to see into the room through the keyhole, but it was plugged. She could only hear their panting voices, their hard breathing, the squeaking of the bed. Immediately she placed her hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through her jeans.

Then she heard it and almost fainted. Kip's voice was crystal clear, even through the door. "Mother, I'm coming, I'm coming in your beautiful cunt!" Connie felt wet between her legs. She would have given anything to have watched the scene in the bedroom.

For days, Connie remembered those shouts. She couldn't get the picture of Susan and her son together out of her head. She almost mentioned it to Kip on several different occasions, but lost her nerve. Then, one afternoon a few days before the San Francisco vacation was supposed to begin, while sitting in the kitchen with Susan, Connie remarked that she hadn't seen Kip all day.

"He went to the beach," Susan said, pouring lemonade for both of them. "He sure is getting tan," Connie said. "Yes, he is. He's a beautiful boy, isn't he."

"Sure is."

"Weren't you amazed at the size of his cock?"

Connie almost spit the drink from her mouth. She turned several shades of red as she looked at Susan in amazement. She thought perhaps she had heard incorrectly or had been dreaming what the woman had just said.

"Well, weren't you? I was, the first time I saw it," Susan said, not blinking an eye. "Actually I'm still amazed."

Connie gulped. "I didn't know . . . I mean, I thought you would never know about that.. . "

"Kip tells me everything. We have no secrets."

Connie took a long drink of her lemonade, trying to calm herself, still not able to answer.

"Actually, I'm to blame for that evening. I told him to do it," Susan said.

"Do what? What evening?" Connie managed to ask.

"Connie, have you forgotten that night I spent in the hospital?" Susan looked into the girl's eyes. Connie gave up. She nodded in response.

"Well," Susan said relieved, "not exactly. But I did tell him to go out and find someone. I thought he'd call you."

Connie suddenly felt her remaining reserve and reluctance to discuss such a subject dissolve. She decided to answer as best she could, and as honestly. She slouched in her chair and said, "It was a weird evening."

"But you loved it. Right?"

"Well, yes. I suppose so."

"Kip loved your finger up his ass. It's the first time anyone did that to him."

Again, Connie almost strangled on her lemonade. Then, in a further collapse of resolve, she mustered up a smile. Admittedly, she was shocked, for the first time in her life. She and Susan had been friends for some time now, but never in their close relationship had they ever discussed sex. She was amazed at the woman's honesty. She felt that, at the very least, she had to be honest too.

"I'd give anything to be in your position," Connie said.

"How do you mean?"

"Beautiful, rich, having Kip," Connie said softly.

"Well, I'm not sure . . . " Susan stopped abruptly. She looked into the girl's eyes. "You know, don't you?"

"Yes."

Susan got up from the table and walked out onto the balcony. The beach below was filled with hundreds of bathers. Connie joined her.

"When did you figure it out?"

Connie told her about the incident in the hall the day she had returned from the hospital, but she also told Susan she had guessed it before that.

"You must think I'm a very sick woman," Susan said, not looking at the girl.

"On the contrary, I envy you. And admire you. I mean, what other mother would ever have the guts to go through with it? Who could accept it? I think it's pretty fantastic."

Susan turned to the girl, smiling. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"Yes."

Susan turned away again, looking down to the beautiful blue lake. "I love Kip more than anything in the world."

"I think he loves you just as much," Connie said, placing her hand on Susan's shoulder.

Susan turned to her and hugged her. "Connie, I know he does! And it makes me so very happy!"

They joined hands and walked back into the apartment. They didn't know, however, that they were being watched.

Down on the beach, Kip had seen the whole thing-his mother's entrance onto the balcony -Connie joining her. He had watched them talking to each other, their subsequent hugging, and then their disappearance inside. Crazy ideas had leaped immediately through his mind-he had surmised limitless concepts of woman-woman sex almost instantly-as if his mind was programmed for just such a thing. In his mind he pictured Connie sucking at his mother's cunt. His cock began to get hard as he wondered exactly what was happening in the apartment. Hardly able to control himself, he picked up his towel and started home.

Kip entered the apartment to find Susan and Connie sitting in the living room, drinking lemonade, talking and laughing.

"Hi, dear, sun get to be too much for you?" Susan said, welcoming her son.

"No, just thought I'd see what you were doing. I was bored down there." Kip looked at them strangely for a moment, then walked through the living room, into the hall, and disappeared into the bathroom. Inside, he slipped his trunks off and wrapped a towel around his middle and then walked to the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator.

Again, Susan satisfied her curious need to say shocking things without notice. She followed Kip into the kitchen and boldly announced, "Connie's dying to watch us fuck."

Kip stood rigid, looking out the window. He knew he had heard her wrong. "What did you say?" he asked, turning around to face her.

"Connie wants to watch us fuck. We've been having a long talk and I've been telling her about us. She knew anyway. Actually, it's very good; this way we don't have to hide our emotions."

"Jesus!" Kip said, slipping into the same chair he had sat in the night Connie had -licked his ass. He was shocked that his mother could sit there talking about their relationship in such a calm tone of voice. Now he wished he had told her about things he'd written Chris. She probably would understand anything!

"Well," Kip smiled, "when's the performance?"

"That's your decision," Susan said walking back into the living room, "I'm ready anytime."

Kip followed her. He made his decision immediately.

"Well?" Susan asked, turning back to him.

"Now," Kip said. Connie smiled.

Susan opened her blouse and took it off, exposing her bare breasts to their view. Then, without a word, she unzipped her pants and dropped them to the floor, where they made a pile near her feet. She then took off her panties and stood naked in the center of the room.

Susan, seemingly oblivious of Connie, walked to Kip and opened the towel around his waist. She fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, moving it around with her tongue, knowing he would be stiff in moments.

At this point, Connie, no longer able to contain herself, began to strip, tossing her clothing about on the floor. She kept her eyes on the woman's beautiful head bobbing between the boy's legs.

Soon Kip was hard in his mother's mouth and he watched as Connie came near them, her eyes wide, watching their every move. She moved in close to see Susan's lips slide up and down the thick shaft of her son's cock, while he ran his hands through his mother's hair.

Susan let the penis slide from her lips, simultaneously bringing her hands to the rigid, wet member, rubbing it, playing with it, very close now to Connie's face. As Connie moved in closer, Kip began playing with her hair, and then Susan brought her hand to the girl's thighs and lightly rubbed her pubic hair. Connie thought she would faint.

Instinctively, at the right moment, Susan and Kip got up and moved to the floor, pushing the coffee table close to the couch in order to give them more room. Kip sat down and his mother knelt before him.

"My cunt is on fire, Kip darling. The only thing that will put out that fire is your big hard cock. I want you to fuck me with Connie watching." She reached down and touched his throbbing cock.

Her words and her touch on his penis caused a convulsive reaction in Kip, as if an electrical shock had pierced his entire body. He saw the young girl kneeling near them, her hands between her legs, a look of sexual anticipation on her face. The thought of having someone watch him fuck his mother filled him with incredible excitement. He had secretly hoped that Chris would want to watch and somehow, whether Susan knew it or not, he was determined to have Chris watch them, not so much for Chris' excitement as for his own. But now a similar situation was actually happening, unexpected and unplanned, on the floor of the living room on a bright afternoon.

Susan stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, sliding closer to him, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. Her beautiful breasts pressed against his arm and her lips found his chin and traced a pattern upward along his cheek and then over in a search for his mouth. Her tongue trailed a path of liquid fire along the skin of his face as her hand continued to rub his already swollen prick.

Connie almost didn't believe what she was witnessing! A mother kissing her own son on the mouth! A mother stroking her own son's cock! A mother who was going to be fucked by her own son! She rubbed her burning, sensitive clitoris with one hand, while the other played with her breasts.

"You want to fuck me, Kip?" Susan whispered, just loud enough for Connie to hear, keenly aware the girl had never dreamed Susan could say such things.

"Yes, Mother, yes," Kip said, rolling his eyes.

"In the ass . . . how about in the ass? You'd like to stick it up my ass, wouldn't you?"

"My God!" Connie said, mostly to herself.

Kip opened his eyes. His mother was serious. It was something they hadn't done, something Kip had wanted to do but had never had the nerve to suggest. Now he didn't need the nerve, didn't have to worry. She was asking for it.

"You want to fuck me in the ass, don't you, my dear little baby?" Susan panted, grasping his cock.

"Yes, yes, I do!" Connie said, as if she was speaking for Kip.

"Yes, Susan, yes," Kip whispered, throwing his head back.

Susan, He had called her Susan. He called his own mother by her first name. Connie's mouth opened.

"Then do it," Susan commanded, moving away from him.

Captivated by the spell of what was about to happen to his mother, while another girl watched, Kip's mind reeled even as he obeyed. "God, you're beautiful, you're just beautiful," he said to his mother, who was laying beneath him on the soft carpet, on her back.

Kip looked to Connie, who was just a few feet from them both. The girl had her hands buried deep within her thighs. She smiled and Kip winked at her. The tanned boy looked down at his mother's ripe, large, globular breasts, pinnacled upon her chest, shining with sweat, the nipples pointing into the air. The naked splendor of her firm, finely proportioned legs, the dark triangle of her pubic mound hiding the pink, swollen petals of her cunt lips below, further increased his aching desire.

Kip stepped forward with a low moan and pulled-Susan up and into his arms. His mouth covered hers, his tongue sawing wildly between her opened lips as if it was his cock sawing into her soft, womanly cunt. One hand cupped her left breast, squeezing the firm, resilient flesh, thumb rolling maddeningly across the round, distended perfection of its peak. His other hand slipped down between them, middle finger extended, and parted the sensitive lips of her churning pussy, slipping the finger into the softly pulsating wetness and eliciting a low moan of approval from Susan's throat.

Kip suddenly felt another hand touch his. Connie had moved near them and brought her hand to Susan's crotch. Kip, finally understanding the girl's need, removed his finger and Connie's took its place, driving deep within the folds of Susan's heated pussy. Kip brought his hand up Susan's back, lightly stroking her shoulders, playing with her long brown hair. They kissed lovingly, holding each other tight. She felt his distended cock against her stomach.

Connie drove her finger as deep inside Susan's pussy as she could. She brought her other hand to Kip's ass and moved her middle finger between the crack, pressing through the black hairs until it rested against his hard anal opening.

Connie's hand, caressing and exciting both their bodies, drove Susan and Kip into a tornado of passion. Kip's head moved down and he dropped his mouth over one nipple and began to suck like a child at the hotly throbbing tip. Susan's entire body was enveloped in searing flame, and she began to undulate her hips wildly against Connie's probing finger sliding up and down her hot, secreting cuntal furrow.

Kip's balls ached maddeningly as he felt Connie's hand slide between his legs and grasp them from behind. As his lips sucked at his mother's breast, his finger still traced fevered patterns along the small of her back.

Susan reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, moaning softly at the pleasure she felt surging through her at the contact of his hardened penis, and at the same time, Connie held tight to his sweating balls. She let her head touch his leg and she lightly licked at his knee with her soft tongue. Kip shivered.

Susan drew the wet, slick head of his cock teasingly across her belly, leaving a sticky trail of premature semen in its wake, pressing the hard knob into the indentation of her belly button, then sliding it lower so that it traced a path through the soft, thick strands of her pubic hair, until it touched against Connie's hand.

Kip sighed at the deliciously tickling contact of the softly teasing curls of his mother's mound and the girl's wet hand against the swollen head of his cock, He felt his legs giving away as the girl licked at his knee.

"Mother, I can't stand up any longer," he said, bracing his body against hers. Connie withdrew her hand from Susan's cunt and guided Kip's penis between the woman's standing legs. Immediately the girl moved behind Susan and knelt.

On her knees, Connie pulled Kip's penis with one hand and pushed the woman's buttocks apart with the other, so his cock looked as if it was protruding from Susan's ass. The tip was purple and Connie thought it would burst at any moment. Connie took it into her mouth, plastering her face against Susan's curved smooth ass, her nose digging between the cheeks. She sucked at the end of his penis, running her tongue around the glans.

"Oh, my God," Kip breathed, holding onto his mother. He shoved his body against Susan's as far as he could, pushing the end of his cock deep into Connie's mouth, the shaft of it firmly against the lips of. his mother's cunt. Susan opened her mouth and bit his shoulder lightly. Kip knew he had to pull away or he would come immediately.

He moved back. His cock fell from the girl's mouth and he dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of his mother. Immediately, he plastered his face to the folds of his mother's cunt, driving his tongue deep within it. His chin bumped Connie, who was now sucking hard against Susan's anal opening, lubricating it for the massive cock that would soon be plunging in and out of its deep well. Susan spread her legs, her body wracked by the pleasure the working tongues were giving her. She couldn't stand it any longer. She too fell to the floor.

"Fuck me, Kip, now," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, please, now," Connie added, holding Kip's cock with her fingertips.

The words of the two females probed at Kip's young brain like a hot branding iron. He moaned in anticipation, then dragged the voluptuous, lust-crazed woman onto the rug, his cock leaping like a wild thing at the thought of what she wanted him to do. Susan rolled over and got up on all fours, urging him behind her with her salacious words of encouragement. Connie watched, breathless.

Breathing raggedly with inflamed passion, Kip crawled up on his hands and knees, drawing Susan up to him, turning her so that the full splendor of her firmly rounded buttocks were presented up to his obscenely peering eyes. His hard, thick cock with its lubricated head almost touched the tiny, rhythmically working lips of the woman's anus, as he began to greedily stroke her soft white buttocks, teasing her rectum with the tip of his finger, enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.

Susan spread her legs as far as they would go. Kip moved into position, his cock head tapping at the ridge of her asshole. Connie fell back against the floor, her head between Kip's legs. She looked up. The tip of his cock against his mother's anal entrance was directly above her. She could watch everything from this position, watch the huge cock enter and violate, while still being free to manipulate herself.

Kip needed no further encouragement. His lust-filled eyes glazed over, then with a brutal forward lunge he forced the lust-hardened head through the tiny, momentarily resisting mouth and bored his thick, rigid member into her asshole till the lips of her anus closed around the magnificent head of his cock. Connie watched from beneath.

In one long, steady movement, Kip bored his cock far up into her tight, eager anal passage, tearing it through the rubbery channel to bury it almost to the hilt.

"Oh, my Jesus," Connie said, watching the cock disappear into the beautiful woman's ass. She reached up and brushed Kip's balls and then felt the hot hard point where the cock entered the woman, felt the rigid, tightly clenched flesh surrounding the huge thick cock. She fingered Kip's cock, the bit that wasn't in his mother, then brought her hand up to caress Susan's gaping cunt.

"Kip, fuck me, fuck me hard in the ass!" Susan moaned, feeling the girl's fingers playing with her cunt lips, as they approached her clitoris.

Kip clutched hard at the passionate woman's squirming hips, flexing again as he lunged still further into the depths of her rectum, further into the warm and forbidden asshole of his own mother.

The pressure pushed Susan forward, and Kip reached up under her heaving body to cup her swinging breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he pushed forward with long, brutal strokes of his cock, the rubber walls of her anus expanding before his invading rod. Finally, as Connie's hand held tight to his hanging balls, he buried every last inch of his massive cock into her warmly constricting rectal channel.

"Oh, baby, baby," Susan cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was floating on a cloud of both pain and pleasure now, aware of nothing but feeling, emotion, being. She wasn't thinking, she wasn't questioning, she wasn't analyzing. Her heart ruled her body now, not her mind.

"Fuck me hard, Kip, hard," she moaned masochistically.

Kip' responded hard-hard into her gyrating buttocks in response to her plea, a triumphant smile on his young and masculine face, spearing his cock deep into his mother's anus, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking against her upturned cheeks. His balls hammered hard against her wetly secreting pussy below, while Connie's hands continued to roam and experiment.

Susan's lovely, smooth buttocks were a blur of motion, circling, twisting, slamming backward against his pistoning cock as she reveled in the alien presence of his shaft in her anus. Crazily, she buffeted back against the superbly expanded cock sunk hard and hot in her rectum, sweat rolling in thin trickling rivulets over her voluptuous body, down from the crevice between her straining hips to mingle with the juices of her passion so that her son's testicles slapped with a sharp, wet noise each time, like the cracking of a whip. The tingling heat of her cunt became too much for her to bear and she moved her left hand down under her, along her heaving belly and across her testicle-flattened pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clitoris.

Connie's eyes saw everything, the lunges, the swollen cock-which was visible, then gone, then visible again. She watched intently as Susan now fingered her own clitoris, and opened her lips in desire. She saw the testicles in the scrotum banging furiously against the woman's cunt.

Susan rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny quivering nub, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax, which now approached at a rapid pace. New waves of heat burned through her flesh. With increasing speed, she fingered her swollen clit, with increasing speed her hips churned against the moaning, panting boy fucking her from behind, with increasing speed the beautiful climax approached.

Connie's head rested on the floor directly beneath Susan's open cunt, directly under the balls that were slapping against Susan's pubic mound. Connie's shoulders rubbed against Susan's knees, and her arms pressed against Kip's knees, as he knelt directly behind his mother.

Connie heard Susan scream and she knew the woman was coming. She lifted her head and pushed her face up into the woman's cunt, covering Susan's own fingers, burrowing her tongue into the older woman's vaginal opening. Then she tasted it. She felt the sweet juice rush from the woman and her lips and tongue lapped it up. Kip's testicles banged against her chin now as she glued her mouth to Susan's cunt.

Connie, spent, dropped her head to the floor. She heard another moan, a long low sound from Kip, and she saw his balls tighten and then convulse as he pushed his cock into his mother's asshole at a feverish pace.

"Mother, I'm coming!" Kip squealed, like a little boy. He jerked and lunged and pulled back and Susan felt a shot of hot cum in her stomach. She pushed her ass against him as hard as she could just as the spasms began. He came in long, enormous spurts, and he could feel each one leave his cock, bursting from the tip, running down the length of it, dripping along his balls, falling to Connie's face. She caught every bit of it. The cum poured from the violated anal opening and swam down Kip's throbbing balls, and Connie licked every drop.

Connie's fingers, rubbing her hardened clit and plunging into her young cunt, suddenly felt wet as she thrust her head up to lick the white liquid off Kip's balls.

Seconds later, Kip pulled away and his cock slipped out of the dripping hole. The final spurt of his semen fell from Susan's throbbing opening onto Connie's waiting lips.

Kip looked down to see the girl's open mouth, wet with his cum. He no longer felt reluctant about having her suck his cock, and he let it fall into her mouth where her lips grabbed it with gentle sucking movements. Connie was amazed at how hot and wet it felt. She sucked it till it softened as Susan turned around to embrace her son.

Susan's ass hurt. Kip's cock hurt. But it had been worth it for both of them. It had been one of the best experiences of their lives.

Kip held his penis in his hand as he leaned back against the soft chair to rest. He had been on his knees for so long he now had no feeling in his legs.

Connie, likewise, was almost overcome with a combination of pleasure and a sense of unreality. What she had witnessed was something she never before could have imagined. But, all things considered, it had been a valuable, eye-opening experience, and a source of vast enjoyment for her. She now felt a great contentment in both her body and mind.

"Well, Kip," Susan said a few minutes later, "I'll bet you didn't know this was really an educational experience."

"What?"

"You just experienced the essence of liberated women!" They all laughed.