Chapter 1
"Give me some hot pussy, baby," the voice said.
Kathy gasped. Before she could look around to see where the voice came from, she heard the answering reply.
"My pussy is hot. Shove that hard cock to it!"
She felt the heat creep over her face as she looked around cautiously. There were others lying about on the banks of the river, some on flat boulders, others on blankets stretched on the sandy edge of the water. From what she could see, she was the oldest person there. The others were young, from the nearby high school.
She couldn't see where the voices came from, but they were quite close. The river had about ten to fifteen feet of bank, then the dense shrubbery started. There were plenty of places in the shrubbery and trees for a couple that wanted to be alone. She was stretched out on the flat top of a small boulder, the early afternoon sun burning her already golden skin a deeper brown.
Like all the other girls, Kathy wore a bikini. The only difference was her bikini was not quite so severe, so revealing. It was black, a satiny sort of thing, with one single bright red rose sewn near her left hip. She wanted to lift her head and look around toward the bushes, but the excitement of eavesdropping restrained her. She could hear them, whoever they were, rustling, the sound of bathing suits being adjusted or removed. She could hear the heaving breathing of a boy and girl, the soft panting sighs.
She looked around for Ben, and saw him sitting near a pretty girl close to the river, talking quietly.
"Oh, God, it's so good!" came a feminine gasp of pleasure.
"You're hot and wet, baby!" growled a thick, masculine voice.
"Oooooh, you're so big and long! Give it to me! God, I want it hard and deep!"
Kathy's heart leaped, and her pulses pounded wildly. She tried to ignore the sounds, the voices, but she couldn't. She was sure she could hear the wet sounds of a cock plunging into a cunt.
She lay her head back, covering her eyes with her slim arm, trying to blot the sounds out. She had never seen anyone fucking before, never even heard anyone fucking before. Yet the sounds were unmistakable. Once heard, she knew what they were. A boy and girl were in those bushes very close to her, fucking-fucking with enthusiasm.
She peeked under her arm at her son. Ben was leaning over the pretty girl, whispering to her, and with a start, Kathy noticed he was caressing the girl's slim, smooth thigh, his fingers very near the crotch of her outrageously skimpy bikini. She had never seen her son touching a girl before, but then she had never spent time at the river before, either.
This was her first visit, initiated by Ben. She knew it was here, knew it was quite popular for picnics and so on during weekends. But this wasn't a weekend. This was the middle of the week, and although not crowded, she could tell there had to be at least eight or ten couples, all from the high school.
"Oooooh, it's getting better!" came the soft squeal of the girl's voice in the bushes. "Better and better!"
"Take it, baby!" came the harsh grunt of the boy. "Take all my cock! You sure have a hot tight cunt!"
The sounds were enough to make Kathy nervous, but the words she could hear were clearly making something else happen to her. She became aware that her nipples were stiff, a tingling heat between her thighs. The cheeks of her ass clenched, and felt herself getting wet. Embarrassed now not just by the voices, but because of her own responses, she closed her eyes, sliding her arm across them to shut off all sight. She could feel the flush on her face, knew it was red with embarrassment. She tried to ignore the sounds, but the more she tried, the louder they seemed. "I'm getting close!"
"Do it!" grunted the boy. "Come, baby! Let that hot cunt go!"
There were more grunting sounds, then the soft slaps of flesh meeting flesh. There was a gasp of ecstasy, then quick breathing. The silence suddenly seemed louder than the sounds. After a while, there was more rustling, mingled with soft giggles. Then footsteps rustled and Kathy peeked at a young boy and girl coming from the shrubbery. She was startled to see the boy and girl were about same age as her son, Ben. They looked much too young to be fucking, she thought. Her eyes roamed over the girl, seeing a slender blonde with small, saucy tits inside a bright red halter, a small waist and surprisingly full ass, barely contained inside her tiny bikini bottom. The boy was tall, not muscular, and attempting to cultivate a few hairs on his upper lip into a moustache. Both were well tanned, healthy-looking. The girl clung to the boy's arm possessively, her rounded ass rolling sensuously.
She watched them move to an empty blanket, where the girl stretched out on her stomach, the boy rubbing an oil into her flesh.
Covering her eyes again, she let her mind dwell on them, seeing them in her mind as they lay in the bushes, the girl's long legs wrapped about the boy, his naked ass bouncing, bobbing up and down, his hard cock penetrating the eager wetness of that pretty girl's cunt. She saw them clearly in her mind, every detail. She could see the girl's tender young cunt stretch around the boy's throbbing cock, pulling it deep in rapture. She could see his balls swinging up and down, bouncing against the girl's churning, lovely ass.
Her nipples were rigid, hard and rubbery, pressing at the thin black halter covering them. The insides of her creamy thighs felt sweaty, but she wasn't sweating. She never seemed to sweat, no matter how hot it was.
Her clit strained within the lips of her cunt, trying to burst through. She had never felt it so hard before. There was deep pulsing feeling in it, and she could feel the lips of her hairy cunt swelling along with the knot of her clit. She was wet, and slowly getting wetter. She clenched the cheeks of her ass, tightening them, and this brought a soft moan from her throat. She was aroused, and getting more so each second.
How long had it been since she had felt a hard cock thrusting into her cunt? Kathy didn't know but it seemed years. She couldn't remember when she last saw her husband, just before the divorce. Ben was all she had kept from the marriage, letting her ex-husband have the rest, the house, the car, the furniture, not even asking for support money. She had packed a few suitcases, and with her son in hand, departed. In the past five or so years, made a new life for herself and her son.
Until now . . .
The heat swelled between her thighs, and she wasn't aware of opening them slightly, then squeezing them together. So real were the pictures in her mind, she began to writhe her hips against the boulder, making subtle movements. She sighed softly, her thighs opening an inch or so, then pressing tightly together, making a pressure upon her suddenly burning cunt and clit. She held her arm over her eyes, the other hand resting lightly on her flat stomach, where she stroked herself near her dimpled belly button.
Her hips twisted in a more pronounced manner as the heat increased to the point she felt consumed by it. She could feel the wetness of her cunt soaking the crotch of her bikini now.
She began to make slow grinding motions with her hips, mewling in a throaty sound. Her fingers moved on her stomach, and touched the elastic waist of her bikini. She could feel the mound of her cunt pooching upward at the satin finish of her bikini. The lips of her pussy were now extremely sensitive. The tip of her throbbing clit had emerged from the hairy folds and pressed at the cloth.
The sensations were almost unbearable, and she twisted her hips more vigorously, the fingers of her hand sliding past the waist of her bikini. She felt her hand sliding over the mound of her cunt, and made a feeble attempt to pull it away. But her hand refused to obey the frantic signals of her mind. She felt the light pressure of her hand on her cunt, and arched her hips to meet it. The lips of her cunt became almost painful in swollen desire. She opened her thighs a bit more, and her fingers slipped between them. She cupped her cunt, pressing into it, her hips twisting. The pressure of her hand on her cunt was all it took.
Kathy came. She came hard.
Her hips jerked upward. She clutched her convulsing cunt hard, the grunt turning to cries of ecstasy. The orgasm contracted in liquid fire, and Kathy was whimpering, trying to swallow the sounds. She couldn't stop the upward thrust of her hips, nor the tight gyrations they made.
She couldn't take her hand away from her cunt, and she felt the juices of her pussy drenching her crotch. She pressed a bit harder, and a second orgasm rippled through her body, sending chills of erotic sensations about her creamy, golden flesh.
Slowly, very slowly, she relaxed. With a sigh of self-induced pleasure, she pulled her arm from her eyes.
And looked up into her son's face.
"Ben!" she gasped, her hand jerking from her cunt swiftly. She pulled half her blanket over her body as if she had been naked. A blush of embarrassment flooded her face.
Then she saw her son had a hard-on.
It bulged out inside his trunks, outlined in full hardness. She could even see the ridge of his swollen cockhead, and the way his balls filled them. Her eyes melted with shame . . . and excitement.
Ben was looking down at her, his eyes hot and partially glazed, fixed upon the way her cunt swelled inside her bikini. One thigh was still showing, and part of her bikini, just enough for him to see the swell.
"How long have you been there?" she asked, her voice choking.
Ben drew his eyes to his mother's face.
"Long enough, Mom," he said quietly. "Long enough."
"Oh, God!" Kathy gasped. He had seen her, watched her touching herself, saw her come! She turned her face to one side, not able to look at him; her feeling of shame was too deep.
Some time later, she gathered up their things and packed them into the car, wearing a wraparound skirt now. Somehow she didn't want her son to see her in her bikini anymore. She felt naked, exposed to him. After putting things in the car, she stood near it, looking at her son. He was again with the pretty girl, and Kathy felt paranoia, thinking he was telling the girl what she had done while he stood watching. She wanted to call out to him, tell him they had to leave, but she felt bashful even calling her son.
She stood watching him, and finally Ben looked up. He got to his feet, waved to the girl, and came to the car. Without a word, he climbed in and Kathy pulled the car onto the highway quickly. As she drove, she could feel her son's eyes on her, but she couldn't look at him. She was afraid if she did, she would turn beet-red in shame.
She could feel his eyes on her tits, staring hotly at them. She was uncomfortably aware that her nipples protruded in twin points, outlined against her cupping halter. The wraparound skirt had parted to reveal one of her thighs to her hip.
As soon as she got home and parked the car, she left the unloading to her son, and entered the house quickly. She was nervous, agitated, feeling a vague sensation of apprehension.
She kept seeing her son's cock inside his trunks, swollen and hard. She tried to shrug the image away, but it wouldn't leave. It remained in her mind, tormenting her.
She was aware she was no longer alone in the kitchen, but it was like a vague dream. She leaned at the sink, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge. She felt breathless, choked.
Then she felt the hands on her back.
Her halter was untied to it was held up by her shapely tits and her long, hard, throbbing nipples. Then the halter was gone.
Kathy gasped, but it was the only sound she made. She stood there at the sink, feeling hot breath on her naked back, the stroke of light fingers.
She trembled.
She felt a hardness pressing at her ass. She felt it throb against her ass, and a gasp came out of her suddenly tight throat. She dug her fingers into the enamel of the kitchen sink, her eyes closing. A tremor moved from her feet to her head, but she couldn't seem to move, to prevent what was happening.
Ben's hands shoved around her waist, and she held her breath. With his hard cock pressing at her ass, Ben cupped his mother's naked tits, squeezing them slightly.
Kathy groaned, feeling her son's hard cock pressing firmly against the crack of her ass. She could actually feel the heat of it through her wraparound skirt, her bikini bottoms. Her son's palms fit around her firm tits, his fingers squeezing, her nipples boring into his hands. She felt her ass return the pressure to her son's cock. When she tried to prevent the pressure, her ass wiggled instead.
Ben was kissing his mother's shoulders, his lips wet and hot on her flesh. He held her tits tightly. He moved his hard-on back and forth, brushing it about her ass. Her cunt lurched inside the crotch of her bikini, and her clit became painful in swelling hardness.
Ben began to twist and pull at her rubbery, hard nipples, stretching them outward. Kathy groaned, a low, soft groan of pleasure.
She almost cried out when his hands dropped from her tits. She felt them working the tie-string at her hips, felt the linen wraparound skirt fall to her feet. Her ass shook and trembled, and she couldn't stop it. When she tried, it only made the wiggle more pronounced, seductive, exciting to her son.
She felt him pull from her, and knew he was looking down at her ass. The bikini bottoms had pulled into the crack, and half of the cheeks of her creamy, tight ass showed.
She gave a low cry when she felt her son pulling at her bikini bottom, trying to peel it down from her hips. She clutched the sink with desperation, her emotions whirling, unable to stop her son. She felt her bikini rolling down her hips, uncovering her ass.
Ben shoved his mother's bikini bottom to her knees, and stepped back to gaze at her. Kathy's ass was rounded, compact, her ass cheeks swelling sweetly, with a deep, teasing split, curving to her thighs with flawless beauty. Kathy knew her son was staring at her naked ass, and with her bikini bottom at her knees, she felt more naked and exposed than if they had been taken completetly off. Her feet felt frozen to the floor, and her hands gripped the sink as if welded there.
Ben's breathing was loud in the kitchen. His cock was probably bursting from his trunks. Kathy jumped.
Ben had placed a palm on her naked ass.
"Oh, God!" she groaned, the words coming out finally.
Ben closed his hand on her ass, squeezing it.
"Oh, God, Ben!" she sobbed.
"Mom, you're so beautiful," her son whispered behind her.
"Ben . . . please, I . . . "
Her ass had suddenly thrust backward into his hand.