Chapter 1
The elevator was very crowded on the way down, packed tightly.
Darla Stafford felt herself being pressed against bodies, her hands tightly holding those of Peggy and Jimmy. Their small bodies were almost smothered by the people, but they didn't complain. They seldom complained about anything.
The elevator was slow, very slow, as if something were wrong with it. However, it was not that uncomfortable. The air conditioning kept it quite cool, and Darla didn't mind at all the scent of bodies so close to her. On the contrary, she enjoyed it. Body scents excited her, made her shiver with a nice feeling, as did the press of them against her.
She didn't mind the people's glances at her, either. She was used to that. With her tall, slim body and a strikingly lovely face, she was one of those women who caused people to look. Her hair, softly hanging to her shoulders, was a rich brown color, and her blue eyes were clear and wide. Her full lips seemed moist, yet her tongue tasted them often. Darla was one of those very fortunate women who looked good in anything she wore, from a revealing bikini to a formal dress. She looked cool and self-controlled, self-assured.
What many did not know was that Darla was a long, long way from being the outwardly cool beauty they saw. Inside, she was a steaming mass of erotic hungers. She had always been that way, intensely interested in men and women equally. She took pleasure in her body and the bodies of others every chance she had.
At first, her husband had trouble accepting his wife. But Darla had soon shown him the enjoyment he could have with her body, and much to his surprise, he had found himself her equal in the pursuit of erotic delights.
"Does Daddy have to work late again, Mommy?" came the soft voice of her daughter.
Glancing down at Peggy, Darla smiled. "I'm afraid so, honey."
"He always has to work," Peggy pouted.
Darla understood Peggy. She was Daddy's girl and would always be Daddy's girl. If Peggy had her way, she and her father would spend every second of their time together. Darla wasn't jealous, and didn't mind this closeness between them. After all, she had Jimmy, who was showing signs of growing up, being embarrassed when she hugged or kissed him in public. However, he seemed to welcome her touches and fondling when they were alone, and he often would hug or kiss her impulsively.
"He has to make a living for us, Peggy," Darla heard her son tell his sister.
"I know, Jimmy," Peggy said.
Darla squeezed their hands, smiling as the elevator slowly descended. The building was very tall, and Ray's office was at the very top. She was standing behind a man, pressed close against his back. She could feel his ass on her lower stomach. Very subtly, she pushed her hips forward, a faint smile on her face.
Her cunt twitched as she imagined the feel of this strange man's ass, naked, against her stomach, also naked. Behind her was another man, and she could feel his cock-bulge against her ass. She could actually feel the shape of his prick through their clothing. With a slight wiggle, she managed to rub at both men, her cunt becoming wet as her clit swelled. She felt the man behind her getting a hard-on, his cock prodding at the crack of her ass.
The idea came to her how nice it would be if she could rub the man behind her with her ass, make him come off inside his pants. Darla had thoughts like that all the time, and she enjoyed them.
Jimmy shifted his position, turning to face her side. She knew he was gazing at her tits. She knew he looked at her tits every chance he had, always trying to conceal it from her. Darla lifted her shoulders a bit, making her firm, high, flawless tits thrust out against the lacy white of her summer blouse. She breathed to make them lift and fall. She shifted her weight, bunching the cheeks of her ass against the hard-on poking at it.
Then she became aware that her son seemed to be getting a hard-on, too.
She glanced at him, but Jimmy was gazing at her tits, his eyes hot and slightly unfocused. She still gripped his hand, and without really considering what she was doing, she managed to slip their hands between their bodies. She pressed the back of her son's hand against her thigh, and the back of her own hand brushed over the hardness of his cock. She heard the quick intake of her son's breath, and Darla felt a sudden impulse.
With the man behind her shoving his hard cock-bulge against her ass, the one in front of her moving slightly, she moved her hand back and forth, brushing the back of it on her son's cock, feeling the hardness, the actual throb of it inside his pants. Jimmy made a soft gasping sound, but his eyes never left her tits. In a second, he was pushing the back of his mother's hand hard against his cock-bulge moving it himself.
"Mommy?" Peggy whispered.
"What, honey?" Darla asked, looking down.
"Look!" Peggy whispered.
A man near her daughter had slipped his cock out of his pants in the crowded elevator. His prick stood out in hardness, almost in front of Peggy's face. The cockhead was big and smooth, the cockshaft thick. Darla gasped softly, and noticed the intense expression in her daughter's eyes as Peggy gazed at the bold man's cock. She felt her daughter squeeze her hand hard, felt her small body trembling.
When Peggy glanced up at her mother, Darla saw the nervous, shy smile on her face. Then Peggy was staring at the man's cock again.
It was crazy, but it was happening, Darla thought. Never had she dreamed such a thing would actually happen, although she had fantasized about it many times when she visited Ray in his office. It was as if a fantasy were becoming reality. The man was very bold to expose his cock in the packed elevator. Men would often flash a girl, she knew, just as many women would flash at men. But this was the first time she had actually seen it happen.
She wondered what Peggy was thinking, what her reaction was to seeing this big hard-on a few inches from her young face. Her own reaction was a sweet tingling in her pussy, of increased wetness.
Then her attention was turned back to her son. Jimmy had twisted her hand around, and placed her palm upon his throbbing cock-bulge. He was still staring at her tits, but he had curled her fingers around his cock.
"Jimmy," she said softly.
Jimmy glanced at her, then back at her tits.
With a sigh of pleasure, Darla squeezed her son's cock, and got a quick grin from him. Darla's eyes took on a shine of desire as she deliberately curled her fingers about her son's cock as best she could through his jeans. Jimmy held her hand tightly on his cock, gazing at her tits again, moving his hips. Darla almost forgot about the man pressing at her ass, but not the man who was exposing his cock. She gripped her son's cock and gazed at the other cock, seeing her daughter's interest in it, too.
Then the elevator stopped.
The hard cock was quickly concealed, and the man behind her pulled back as the crowd emptied out. She released her son's cock and, clinging to their hands, walked from the building into the heat of the day.
The car was hot, but the air-conditioner quickly cooled it.
Jimmy was strangely quiet as Darla drove home, and Peggy, in the rear seat, seemed deep in her thoughts. Darla felt aroused, very aroused.
Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, except in some of her more erotic fantasies. She had actually held her son's cock, and her hand seemed to still tingle from the touch. She had actually seen her daughter's interest in that unknown man's cock. It was hard for her to believe, but it had happened.
Jimmy sat leaning against the passenger door, looking straight ahead. His cock bulged inside his pants, still as hard as it had been in the elevator. Darla couldn't take her eyes from his crotch, glancing every chance she had. Her cunt was so wet, even her inner thighs were slippery now. Her flesh burned, her tits felt swollen, and her cunt twitched, the hairy cuntlips swollen around her knotted clit.
Peggy's soft giggle came from the back seat.
"That man had it out, didn't he, Mommy?" Darla looked at her daughter in the rearview mirror, smiling. "He sure did, honey."
"What man?" Jimmy asked. "What did he have out?"
"His thing," Peggy giggled. "You know, his weenie!"
"Weenie?" Jimmy snorted. "You still call it a weenie, Peggy? Come on, grow up!"
Darla wanted to laugh. This was a conversation between them she had never heard before. Somehow, it excited her.
"Well, that's what other girls call it," Peggy pouted.
"What do girls know, anyway?" Jimmy sneered. "You're too little to know anything, Peggy. "
"I know more than you think I do, Jimmy," his sister said, mysteriously and with a shy smile on her pretty face.
"Bull!" Jimmy replied. "Mom, tell her it isn't a weenie."
Darla grinned, looking at her son. Her gaze fell significantly on the bulge of his cock. Jimmy didn't try to hide it. Her pussy felt on fire.
"What is it, then, Jimmy?" she prompted her son.
"Aw, you know, Mom."
"No, tell me."
"Yes, Mommy!" Peggy squealed, leaning over the seat. "What is it, if it isn't a weenie?"
"It's ... well, there are a lot of names for it," Darla responded, enjoying this conversation with them. "A penis, maybe."
"Aw, Mom," Jimmy groaned. "That's what doctors call it. Everyone knows it's a penis."
"What do you want me to say?" Darla asked, grinning widely.
"What do you call it, Mommy?" Peggy urged, twisting with excitement.
"A pecker?" Darla laughed.
"Pecker?" Jimmy snorted, then he suddenly giggled. "Oh, yeah ... pecker! Peck her! I get it, Mom. Peck her!"
"Ooooooh, Mommy! Did you hear what he said?" Peggy giggled.
"Well, I suppose ..." Darla said, almost breathless with growing excitement. "It's been called a ... you know, prick?"
Jimmy laughed with excitement, and his cock seemed to be visibly throbbing inside the tightness of his jeans.
"Prick, huh?" Peggy giggled. "Well, that's okay. I guess it does prick a girl, huh, Mommy?"
Darla nodded her head. "It sure does, honey."
"Do you like it when Daddy pricks you?" Peggy asked, her eyes shining brightly.
"I love..." Darla stopped. "Hey, you two! What is this, anyway?"
Jimmy giggled and squirmed in the seat.
Peggy flushed with excitement, and her bright eyes discovered the cock-bulge in her brother's pants.
"Ooooh, look at Jimmy, Mommy!" she gurgled. "He's got a hard..."
Before she could catch herself, Darla said: "He's had a hard-on ever since the elevator."
"Oooooh, Mommy!" Peggy giggled cutely.
"And Mom felt it, too." Jimmy bragged. "She squeezed it for me."
"She did not!" Peggy gasped, her fingers on her lips. "You didn't feel it, did you, Mommy?"
"Well ... maybe I did," Darla admitted.
"Mommy!"
"She did," Jimmy emphasized. "She felt it and squeezed it and, boy, did it feel good!"
Peggy was staring at her brother's crotch, her eyes smoldering with curious heat. Darla understood the expression on her daughter's face; it was the same one Peggy had gazing at the man's exposed cock on the elevator.
"I never felt one before," Peggy said in a small, husky voice. "What did it feel like, Mommy?"
"Hard," Darla answered, feeling her cunt throb. She pressed her thighs together, and almost came. A tremor moved through her body as if suddenly chilled, but she was far from being cold. "It felt hard, honey."
The conversation stopped, and the rest of the drive home was in complete silence. But it was a tense silence, with an erotic undertone that seemed to press in upon Darla, keeping her in a high state of excitement. Her pussy was dripping so much, the seat of her skirt was damp.
Jimmy scooted quickly into the house when she stopped the car, and Darla watched as Peggy slid from the rear seat. Her pleated skirt climbed high on her satiny, slender thighs, and Darla realized how lovely they were. She licked her lips as she followed Peggy up the short walk, watching her small, exquisite ass sway sweetly. Every nerve of her body was screaming to touch her daughter, to cup her hands around those tight little asscheeks, squeeze them and listen to Peggy mewl with pleasure.
When she entered the house, she found herself alone.
Jimmy had raced off to his room, and Peggy was on her way.
Darla stood a moment in the cool room, remembering the elevator, the feel of a strange man's cock-bulge against her ass, of her son's cock-bulge in her hand, the powerful throb of it, the sight of the other man's bare cock sticking almost in Peggy's face, and her daughter's hot interest in it.
Then she remembered something her husband had said just a short time ago.
"Peggy has a nice ass, doesn't she?" Ray had asked her.
Darla had responded with a smile to her husband. "A lovely little ass, darling. It won't be long before the boys will be after her."
"I sure envy them," Ray had said, and pulled his wife onto his lap, his cock thrusting in hardness against her ass. "I think that girl of ours is going to be a hot fuck."
Darla remembered it clearly, and when her husband fucked her that night, she knew what was inside his mind. She felt no jealousy. Knowing he wanted to fuck Peggy had increased her own bubbling hungers. He had not said it in so many words, but it was on his face every time he looked at Peggy.
She felt she should be surprised at the way things had happened this day, but she wasn't. Both Peggy and Jimmy had jumped right in, talked so plainly in front of her, for the first time. It was an indication that they were growing up, that they were curious about sex. Darla sensed both her son and daughter would welcome erotic attention, even from her.
Perhaps especially from her.
After all, her son had placed her hand on his cock.
Taking a deep breath, Darla made an instant decision.
If she was wrong, she was wrong. But if she was right ... she hugged herself tightly, purring as heat rolled through her pussy.
With determined steps, Darla moved down the hallway.
Without knocking on Jimmy's bedroom door, she opened it and stepped inside. Jimmy was lying on his bed, arms behind his head. His cock was still hard, still bulging inside his jeans.
Jimmy turned his head and looked at her, but said nothing. Darla walked on shaking legs until she was near his bed. Jimmy's eyes shifted from her face to her tits again.
Breathing heavily, but saying nothing, Darla opened her blouse, lifted one tit free of her bra, and showed it to her son. Her nipple was long and rubbery hard, stiff with her desire. She saw her son lick his lips, his eyes becoming glassy. Still he said nothing, but his hips began to writhe as he gripped the blanket with his fingers.
"Mom..." he finally whispered.
"Did you like me squeezing you in the elevator, baby?" she asked in a throaty voice, circling her nipple with the tip of her forefinger.
"Yeah," he moaned. "I liked it real good, Mom."
Darla sat on the edge of his bed, sliding her palm along his thigh toward his crotch. She felt his heat before her fingertips touched him. She gently ran her fingertips along the outline of his hard-on, then at his balls. Jimmy's breath sucked in as he stared at her revealed tit.
Darla placed her palm against his cock-bulge, rubbing softly.
"You wouldn't tell on me, would you, baby?" she asked in a whispery voice. "I mean, if I squeezed it again for you, you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
"Oh, no, Mom!" he gasped, lifting his hips and pressing his cock-bulge into her hand. "I wouldn't tell anyone anything!"
Darla's fingers worked at his jeans, tugging at the zipper. It came down slowly, making a soft whisper. She opened her son's fly and her hand slipped inside. Her eyes widened.
"You're not wearing shorts," she mewled.
Jimmy grinned up at her, shaking his head.
Darla pulled her son's cock from his pants...