Chapter 1
The slanting rays of the early morning sun shone through the trees outside Darlene Miller's bedroom window, filling the room with light green shadows that should have brought her a sense of peace. But peace on this particular morning was the farthest thing from Darlene Miller's mind. Her mind and body were tortured, not with pain but with the maddening heat of sexual excitement. Darlene writhed in the body-wracking tension of her lust, writhed in the intense heat of the sex dream that was making her luscious cunt run with musky sex juices even as she lay there. Her cunt seemed to be on fire, seemed to be burning deep down inside her with a wild fire that nothing could quench. Her mind swam with sex visions that titillated her mercilessly. Even in her sleep she had tried to fight off the depraved sexual images that filled her with hot lust. Even in her sleep she had tried to deny herself the ultimately pleasant sensations that her dream was bound to bring her no matter how hard she tried to fight off the dark desires that lurked in the depths of her subconcious.
Darlene had thrown off the light satin sheet which covered her lovely naked body. She lay there in the warming sunlight naked and lusty, her eyes lightly closed, her legs moving, her head tossing to and fro, her hands running up and down her thighs, her beautiful full breasts resting like stain pillows of warm flesh, her fragrant pussy like a warm furry animal nestled between her lightly tanned legs. Darlene was the perfect picture of lusty femininity as she lay there in her bed that morning. And yet she was tortured. Her feminine desires, undeniable and powerful beyond belief, had no outlet except in her strange dreams of passion, had no outlet because they were taboo, because they were desires for her own three sons.
Darlene had been having such dreams more and more frequently lately. At first she had shrugged them off as nothing. But her dreams had been getting wilder and wilder lately and had been leaving her incredibly hot in the mornings. Her dreams also had left her feeling strangely on several occasions, as if they foretold events in her real life. She had denied those feelings, unable to believe that anything even vaguely approaching the wild taboo sexuality of her hot dreams could happen to her in her real life. And yet the feelings remained and the smoldering embers of incestuous lust continued to heat up her twat, threatening to consume her in a blaze of passion at any minute.
The dream that had raised her to such a height of sexual arousal was typical of the dreams that had been stirring her these mornings. Her dream seemed only a hair's breadth from reality and the passion it inspired in her was real, very real.
In her dream Darlene had been awakened in the middle of the night by her three boys. She had stirred and sat up in bed, her satin sheet falling over her breasts as she leaned back against the headboard. She hadn't bothered to cover herself, but sat there smiling at her three boys, her mammaries brazenly exposed, her sheet down around her slightly curved belly, her downy light brown pubic hair peeking out above the folds of the sheet. She smiled up at the oldest of her three sons.
"Can I do something for you, darling?" she heard herself ask in a voice that echoes strangely.
"Sure, Mom!" she heard her fourteen-year-old boy say. "You can take my dick out and suck on it!"
"You dirty boy!" she heard herself reply in feigned shock. "What a terrible thing to ask your mother! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
She turned from fourteen-year-old Rod to thirteen-year-old Micky and smiled at him with equal warmth.
"And what do you want at this ridiculous hour, Micky dear?" she cooed.
"Gosh Mom, I just wanted you to beat me off. I got an awful hard one," she heard her thirteen-year-old say.
"What an idea! I should thrash you to within an inch of your life!" Darlene said in a strangely vacant voice, turning quickly to her youngest boy, twelve-year-old Bobby. "I suppose you want to crawl on top of me and rub your little peepee between my tits!" she said to the boy.
"Can I?" she heard the boy ask hopefully.
"Of course you can, Bobby! How could I resist my darling boys?" she purred. "Take your pretty penises out and let me look at them."
Darlene watched attentively while her three young boys unzipped their pants and hauled out their eager young dicks, all of which were stiff and excited already. The three young boys held their penises in their hands and pointed them down toward their beautiful mother. She stared at the swollen purplish shiny heads of their three cocks, growing thirsty for the pre-seminal fluid that glistened on the tightly stretched knobs of their dicks. The mere sight of her sons pricks made her cunny twitch and burn with excitement.
"All right, Rod, come here and let me suck that thing for you since you want it so badly," she heard herself say, pursing her lips and waiting for the tasty cock that was soon to thrill her with its heat and hardness.
She closed her lovely blue eyes and waited until she felt the slippery head of Rod's hot pulsating fourteen-year-old penis pressing up against her wet lips. She felt her son crawling on top of her, his cock poking against her lips. When the fourteen-year-old boy was straddling her, she sucked his dick head into her face and loved the bulging thing with her eager tongue. She felt his naked legs against her, felt his pendulous, hairless nuts swinging against her throat as he moved slightly back and forth in her mouth.
Darlene opened her eyes and saw Bobby and Micky shucking their pants as their older brother had. Thirteen-year-old Micky crawled onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside her, his stiff little dick sticking up from his lap, just begging to be fondled. Unable to resist the temptation she wrapped her loving fingers around the boy's slippery penis and began slowly masturbating him while he moaned and groaned with youthful pleasure. Seized by the urge to be surrounded by the boys, she beckoned twelve-year-old Bobby to come join in the fun. He crawled into the bed, his little white peter bobbing up and down in front of his young slender legs as he mounted his mother.
Darlene heard herself gasp when she felt her youngest boy press his rigid little prickie between her soft and luscious tits. Bobby grabbed Rod's wide young shoulders and held on while he sawed his cock in and out between his mother's pillow like breasts. She felt herself going wild inside with the sheer depravity of it all. She held her breasts together for awhile, crushing them around Bobby's rigid little dick and making a nice tight place for the little boy to fuck.
Unable to resist the temptation, her pussy was filling her with she reached down between her long lovely legs and found the blazing crevice of her hot twat. She began to diddle herself while her three young boys drove her wild with their nervously twitching little early teenage organs. The thirty-five-year-old mother and her three horny boys writhed together in the terrible heat of their depraved incestuous lust. Darlene's fingers tugged at her cunt-lips, pinched her blazing clitoral bud, stroked the inner flesh of her steaming vagina while with her free hand she continued to beat a steady rhythm up and down her thirteen-year-old boy's aching dick.
"Oh this is beautiful!" she heard herself cry softly, still with the dream-like vacancy that sounded so strange to her. "Fuck my tits, Micky! Fuck my mouth!" she gurgled, her face filled with her son's hot cock-meat.
"Oh golly, Mom! This is just great! You're the greatest mom a guy ever had! Wow! I'm gonna go off in a minute!" Darlene heard Rod say between heavy pants.
"Me too, Mom! I'm gonna shoot between your tits!" Bobby gasped.
"Yeah, Mom! Make me cum too! Beat my meat real hard! Oh shit! Gosh! I can feel it comin' out right now! Oh shit! Wow Mom! You're somethin' else! Here it comes!" her youngest boy said as her fingers raced wildly up and down over his dripping organ.
Darlene felt herself rising closer and closer to the brink of a wild orgasm, an orgasm made even more powerful by the sense of unreality that filled her dream. Her fingers worked faster and faster against the tiny turgid bud of her clitoris, sending little tinglings and shocks up and down her body, making her legs quake, making her cry softly as the flood of her womanly climax approaced. She suddenly felt a load of semen squirting down her sucking throat as her fourteen-year-old son shot his wad into her mouth. She sucked violently, trying to swallow every drop of the copious emission her boy unloaded into her. She tried to accommodate herself to the pistoning of his hard organ deep down inside her warm throat as he bucked his lean young ass in the throes of his ball-draining ejaculation.
Darlene felt a puddle of warmth spreading over her beautiful soft tits, felt Micky's wad squirting between her breasts and puddling there as he shot off amid moans and groans of uncontrollable pleasure. Both Micky and Rod were moving back and forth against her hard and fast now, wildly excited by the warmth and softness of their pretty womanly mother. She suddenly felt another hot load of cum shooting like a fountain from the hard dick of her thirteen-year-old. She heard him gasp as her masturbating movements brought him off. She gathered some of the boy's thick white sperm and rubbed it against the hot bud of her clit. She moved her hand fiercely between her shaking legs now, bringing herself dangerously close to a body-bending orgasm.
Darlene pulled her face free of Rod'd firmly impaled penis and let his cum dribble down the corners of her mouth. She waved her legs wildly, seeming to trap her own hand between them.
"Suck my cunt, boys! Oh please! Eat my pussy! Lick your mother's cunt! Make me cum! Make me cum!" she cried.
Her three boys obeyed eagerly, fighting for a position between her satiny soft legs. She almost died when she felt their lips and tongues racing over the tender flesh of her inner legs, almost cried out loud when she felt their faces brushing against the trembling rubbery flesh of her hot wet cunt-lips. She heard herself cry when one of the boys wrapped his young lips around her clit and began sucking violently. She felt another of her sons' lips fasten around the jiggling flesh of her twat-lips. The third boy managed to bury his tongue in the creamy depths of her quaking vaginal orifice. Her steamy pussy was running with hot cunt-juices now, running with the womanly fluids of her uncontrollable, incestuous passion. The air was filled with slurps and gurgles as the boys ate their mother's tasty twat.
"You're making me cum! You're making your mother climax! Yes! DO IT TO ME! I want you! This is so dirty! This is so nasty! I want you! Lick my cunny!" she cried.
Darlene felt herself tottering, ready to fall into the rushing flood of her orgasm. But it was not to happen. Just when another flick of any of her sons' tongues could have made her flash wildly inside something made her look down between her wide-spread legs. She saw her sons standing there at the foot of her bed, saw them backing away from her, saw them slowly disappearing into an inky darkness, saw her dream of lust vanishing before her very eyes. She tried desperately to hold onto the dream that had made her cunt wet with passion, tried desperately to keep the fire raging between her legs long enough for it to consume her in a flashing orgasmic rush. But it was no use. Her sons disappeared into the darkness and she was left alone to suffer the torment of her sexual arousal.
"No, no, no! Please don't go away! Rod, darling! Micky! Bobby! I need you! Make me cum! I'm so close! So close!" she heard herself moan.
Darlene suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed, shaking her dream from her mind and realizing that it had only been a dream. The sun streamed in through her window, filling the room with a soft light that made even her sexual torment seem bearable. It wasn't as bad as all that, she thought. It was only a dream. She hadn't really been writhing in bed with her three children in the depths of incestuous depravity. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Or did she?
As she sat there considering the meaning of the dream that was only now beginning to fade away into memory where it would vanish completely in time she realized that there had to be something behind it, realized that there had to be within her some subconscious desire to engage her three young boys in sexual activities. She knew perfectly well that her three young boys were virginal and totally innocent as far as sex was concerned. Their eagerness to fuck her and revel with her in the depraved acts she asked them to perform in her dreams filled her with an almost dizzying amazement. How could she possibly even dream such things about her innocent sons, about her own flesh and blood? She was suddenly filled with shame, her face flushing with embarrassment. It was beneath her, this dark desire for her own boys.
Darlene wondered what her friends and neighbors would think if they had been able to peek into her little dream, if they had been able to see the wild thoughts that raced through her horny imagination. It was too terrible to contemplate. Darlene was one of Taggert's leading citizens, not that being a leading citizen of Tagger, Illinois, meant very much. She belonged to all the right ladies' clubs, was active in the local PTA, lent her services to the local hospital from time to time, and even served as guide mother for a pack of scouts. She wondered what the members of her church congregation would say if they found out that her subconscious seethed with dark desires for the three young boys she had raised with such loving care. It was so awful that she couldn't stifle a little laugh. It was awful, but it was ridiculous, too.
Darlene knew how hypocritical all her friends and neighbors were about sex and other aspects of morality, and she suspected that a handful of her friends also realized how ridiculous their moral stances were. But constant moral posturing was the name of the game of small town living and everyone strived to play that game to the best of their abilities. Darlene, however, was beginning to see the futility of it all.
The sense of futility that filled her suddenly with loathing was a new one for her. Since her stormy divorce from her husband Sam, Darlene had been forced to take a strictly positive view of life and her position in it. She had had to raise her three boys all by herself after Sam's alcoholism had made him unbearable to live with and an unfit father for the boys. She still remembered the beatings she had suffered at his hand, beatings which, although they hadn't left her injured, had made her loathe her husband and fear him. Luckily the boys hadn't been aware of the problem she had had with their father and their childhood hadn't been too seriously damaged by the schism. But the scars of that emotional break still remained on Darlene's memory.
Her fear of her husband in his drunken state had left her so deeply troubled that she was afraid of men her own age even now, though several years had passed since her divorce. Her years without a man had been a constant torment for her, although she had always managed to survive even the frustration of sexlessness for the sake of the sons she loved more than anything else in her life. But now her love for them had begun to transcend mere motherly affection and she somehow knew that stormy and confusing events were in store for her and for her three boys. Until that storm broke she would simply have to go about her life as she had for years and hope for the best.
It wasn't only the shame and embarrassment of realizing such confusing things about herself that made her uncomfortable this particular morning. She had been slowly coming to realize the motivations that pushed her strangely toward some sort of sexual contact with her sons or at least with some young boy whose love she could share without fearing his masculinity and potential cruelty. And because her realization of her secret drives had been dawning on her slowly over a period of months, perhaps years, she was able to accept them with at least a semblance of calm. The sexual stimulation her dreams brought her, however, was quite another matter.
Darlene had always been horny for cunt-moistening sex, had always been sexually active, at least before her unfortunate relationship with Sam. She had always accepted sexuality as a healthy thing rather than as a necessary evil as some of her girl friends saw it. She had never been able to resist the temptation to engage in sexual activities whenever the opportunity had presented itself, at least before she had come to fear men. And the passion that her dreams had stirred up inside her was beyond resisting. She had to have release and the only way she could achieve it was through masturbation. Her fingers were a poor excuse for the fingers of a lover, an even poorer excuse for a nice hard cock rubbing against her hot little clitoris, but they were better than nothing, far better than nothing.
She was naked in the warming sun, naked and glowing with healthy freshness. Darlene had always kept her body in beautiful shape, had always kept herself at her youthful best, even though she had resisted the many advances that the local men made toward her. She knew perfectly well that she was beautiful in the extreme, beautiful and powerfully alluring. The blazing heat in her crimson twat was alluring, too. Her fingers found her hot box and began moving against her shivering twat-lips, exciting her more and more by the second.
Her pussy had been running with the musky fluids of her feminine passion while she writhed in the sexual torment of her strange dream. Her passion had decreased not at all now that she had awakened. Her fingers played with the dark rubbery lips of her steamy sex, opening herself as if for a young lover whose appreciation she longed to stimulate. She knew that such solitary efforts at self-arousal were a waste of time but she couldn't resist. She closed her eyes tightly and rolled over on her back, clamping her legs together, holding her hand tightly between them. She put her other hand between her warm shivering legs too, moving her fingers between her legs with a wild passion, moving herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Darlene's bulging golden knockers were crushed beneath her, her nipples peaked stiff and excited. She fet her nipples tingling as they rubbed against the satin sheet beneath her warm, fragrant body. She buried her face in the pillow and cried softly as her cunt suddenly shivered and shook with violent spasms of passion. She felt the flood of her orgasm rushing through her, washing away all her frustrations, filling her with fluid fulfillment. It was a feeling well worth the torment. She thought there was nothing more relaxing than a morning orgasm, even if it had to be reached through such solitary means. She tried to stifle the little cries of pleasure that always seemed to follow so naturally her deeply moving orgasmic rush.
When it was all over and her tense body began to relax she got out of bed feeling refreshed and ready to begin a new day. She knew perfectly well that the day was likely to be frustrating at times since she was finding it more and more difficult to avoid seeing her three sons as objects of more than mere motherly affection, but she would do her best to deny her desires and pretend that nothing was stirring within her. She wondered, however, how much longer she could continue to deny herself.
She stood for a few minutes before her full-length mirror admiring herself. She still had all the good looks of her youth, still had the long golden brown hair that framed her lovely face like a soft flowing waterfall, still had the delicate shoulders that tapered so beautifully toward her glowing breasts, still had the feminine treasures that were firmly uplifted and almost perky. Her thighs were still soft and flowing, her legs still firm and filled with lithe loveliness. She still had it all. It was a shame, she thought, that she hadn't been using her charms to advantage. Perhaps it was a situation that she could remedy in the near future, although she honestly did not know how it could be done.
Darlene was still smooth and quiet from her recent orgasm, looking her best, her body rich flowing and mellow. She dressed carefully, donning a light summer frock and gliding downstairs to fix breakfast for Rod, Micky, and Bobby. Even as she descended the stairs little fragments of her lusty dream floated before her mind's eye, little images of her son's rigid pricks, little memories of the way they had smiled at her in the wild passion she had inspired in them in her dream. By the time she had to actually face the boys, however, she had banished her dream from her mind completely and was able to go about her motherly duties in a seemly way.
She had overslept that morning and the boys had fixed their own breakfasts, leaving the usual mess. She cleaned up after them and barely had a chance to say two words to them before they were out the back door with baseball gear in hand.
"Just a minute, boys," she called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The three boys stopped on the back porch and turned about to face their mother.
"What are we forgettin'?" Rod asked, puzzled.
"Kiss me good-bye, sillies!" Darlene smiled.
"Oh, sure, Mom!" Rod said, running back into the kitchen and kissing her cheek quickly, followed by his brothers in turn.
"That's better," she smiled. "At least a little better," she whispered under her breath.
"Huh, Mom?" Bobby asked, turning back.
"Oh, nothing, Bobby," Darlene said quickly, unable to resist admiring the twelve-year-old boy's clean good looks, unable to resist the quick little twitch that stirred her pussy for a second.
"Oh, Mom, I forgot! You wanted me to remind you that you've got a swimming class for that Red Cross safety thing you belong to." Rod said, turning and running after his two brothers, who seemed itching to get into a game of baseball.
Rod was right about the class. Darlene had completely forgotten it. She had a group of a dozen boys of thirteen year olds to teach that very morning. She wondered how she would react to so many nearly naked boys, considering the current state of her libido. She would simply have to try to control herself. It wouldn't do to have Mrs. Miller, Taggert's best swimming instructor, getting horny over her thirteen-year-old pupils. What would her friends and neighbors think? And yet she knew perfectly well that she could expect her eager pussy to moisten even as she tried to teach her young pupils the finer points of swimming. It had happened before and it was sure to happen again. Her attraction to young boys was going to get the better of her, and she knew it. It was only a matter of time....
Boys were so innocent, so eager to please, so unlike her brutal husband. She warmed inside every time she thought of how satisfying it would be to lie beside a young boy. She moistened deep in her twat whenever she thought of how eagerly a young boy would take to the things she could teach him about fucking. She tingled deep in her belly whenever she thought of how good she would feel if she had the opportunity to use her overpowering feminine charms to capture a boy in her web of seduction.
Her pussy was still tingling as she changed into her swimming outfit in the women's locker room at the local high school. Taggert's citizens had gone to a great deal of expense to build a swimming pool, no small feat for a small town. Darlene thought that the expense and trouble was well worth it. Her little weekly lessons at the facility at least gave her the opportunity to strut her stuff and watch the way some of the boys behaved under her influence.
It had amazed her at first that such young innocents would react to her feminine charms the way they did. She had noticed from time to time that when she touched one of the boys too near his barely concealed genitalia during her instruction he might wince as if he had been shocked. She had also noticed that continued pressure near the boy's young cock and balls would often cause a hard little bulge to appear beneath his trunks. She had found her swimming class to be a struggle for her more than for the boys she was trying to teach. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to control herself in the presence of so many handsome young lads.
Darlene's cunt was already beginning to moisten as she stuffed her bulging breasts into the top of her two-piece swimming outfit. It was just a bit too revealing, she thought, but what the hell. Surely no one would impute any devious motives from her choice of a bathing suit. Still, she wondered if the boys had noticed how her suits had gotten skimpier and skimpier during the weeks she had been teaching the class.
Darlene wondered if perhaps she had been a bit too immodest when she walked to the side of the pool and stood there before her young pupils in her bikini. The boys gaped as if she were naked before them. Their glittering eyes made her feel even more naked than she was. They boys were all already in the water in the wading pool, standing up to their waists in the blue shimmering water, staring dumbstruck at their sexy teacher.
"Good morning, boys," Darlene said in a slightly unnatural voice that would have betrayed her nervousness to anyone old enough to notice such things. "Are you all ready to learn a few new things?" she said sweetly.
The boys all nodded absentmindedly.
"Are you all limbered up?" she asked, suddenly seized by the urge to find out for herself how limber the boys were. "One mustn't swim unless one's muscles are limber, boys. We can't take the risk of getting cramps can we? Let me see how our muscles feel this morning." she smiled, stepping into the water and sidling up to one of the boys, Dean March, the tallest of the dozen boys and the son of Wendy and Dan March, the local basketball coach and his very pretty wife.
She took Dean's hands in hers and raised his long arms, running her fingers up and down over the boy's developing muscles. She dropped the boy's arms at his sides and put her hands flat on his young hairless chest. She watched him swallow hard and look away from her, apparently unable to look her in the eye. She knew that all the boys were watching nervously to see what was happening to their buddy Dean. She felt horny beyond belief now, so horny that she was afraid her state of sexual arousal was becoming noticeable.
Her pussy stirring uncontrollably, Darlene smoothed her hand over the boy's chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart and the warmth of his teenage body radiating through her hand. She let one hand move to the boy's shoulder while the other moved ever downward, getting closer and closer to the waistband of his trunks. Soon her eager fingers were traveling over the young boy's hard midsection, feeling the little ripples of his stomach muscles. She closed, her eyes and gave herself up to the urges of her lust.
She moved closer to the boy, moved so close that her barely concealed breasts were brushing slightly against the tall, thirteen year old's naked chest. She could hardly control her breathing now, she was so wildly excited by the boy's mere presence so close to her. She thought she would die of excitement when she actually forced herself to let her eager fingers sneak beneath the waistband of the boy's tight trunks. She suddenly felt him jerk spasmodically and gasp out loud.
"Gosh, Mrs. Miller, what're you doin'?" he gasped.
The sound of the boy's voice was like a rifle shot in the dead silence of the big gymnasium. Darlene was suddenly shocked into realizing that she was in the process of disrobing the thirteen-year-old boy in front of all his young friends, and right in the middle of her swimming class, too. She blushed, blushed even more than the poor defenseless boy she was feeling so lustily. She jerked her hands away from him, hoping that none of the other kids had gotten any ideas from her behavior. She couldn't help noticing that young Dean's well-filled young crotch was bulging more than usual now. She was terribly ashamed of herself.
"Yes, yes, uh, of course, you're all limbered up, Dean," she stuttered. "You've learned your lessons well," she added, wading out into the deeper end of the pool. "I suppose all the rest of you are equally limber this morning. Follow me, boys, I want to teach you a new stroke today."
Darlene looked back over her shoulder and saw that Dean was walking in the water stiff-legged, his hands down in front of his crotch, nervously trying to hide his growing young erection. The other boys were looking slyly at each other, as if they were all bothered somehow by the state of near nakedness with which Mrs. Miller had greeted them that morning. She felt strangely satisfied that they boys had taken notice of her, although she wished she had had more will power, wished that she had been able to keep herself from touching Dean so sensually. There was no telling where such things could lead. The possibilities excited her in a new and powerful way.