Chapter 1

"Hey, kid, how ya doing tonight?"

"Fine thanks." Susan had been sitting on the porch, enjoying the cool night air when Hank came out. He went down the steps and crossed to his pick-up. He was a big man, with hulking shoulders and a shock of blond hair. He had been her stepfather for a week now. And it still made Susan uncomfortable when she was in the same room with him. He had a way of looking at women ...

Maybe that's how he'd looked at her mother. The slut. Susan had been planning to run away when Elaine had told her that she was going to get married. Elaine was well-preserved for her age. Elaine had knocked ten years off herself by the clever use of cosmetics and facial rejuvenators. And jogging and meditation and sauna baths and exercise. But Elaine was still a slut. Even if she was Susan's mother. Susan knew this all too well.

Hank apparently didn't know it yet. And he didn't suspect, as Susan did, that Elaine was fooling around with his brother Sid. As Hank gunned the pickup to life and backed out of the drive, Susan heard Elaine laughing in the kitchen. Sid was in there too. So who gave a good God damn? Susan tried not to. She tried to concentrate on more personal enjoyments. Like her newly discovered finger game. Since becoming a teenager Susan had been curious. But only after instruction from a friend and heart-pounding experiments in the bathroom, had she learned at last that a girl could do things to herself, wonderful things, exciting things. Since that moment she planned and waited for the next time she would be alone. And the more pleasure she found in the damp, hot place between her young thighs, the more she seemed to need. So now, sitting on the porch with the moon beaming down, she felt the urge tingle inside her. Her nipples pressed upward against her tight-fitting t-shirt. Her tummy was heaving a little faster as the tempo of her breathing increased as well. Her shorts were the kind that gaped at the inside of her thighs. She had worn them on purpose that day. Three times already, her trembling fingers had eased into the gap, found the slippery nylon band of her panties and then slipped under them too. She'd finger-fucked while washing the dishes. She'd done it again while waiting for her mother to come out of a store in town. It was strange doing it in a car with people going by on the sidewalk. She'd rather enjoyed the daring aspect. But here she was again, wet and feverish and shivery. She was keeping count of how many times she'd come. If she managed one tonight on the porch, it would be number seven. Lucky number seven.

Susan's finger was pressing against her panty-crotch now. She rubbed the silky material until it crackled with wetness and she could feel the warm lubrication coating her fingertips.

"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, sliding down on the old sofa, letting her long legs open, letting her bare feet point gracefully. "Ohhhhhhh wow!"

The flesh of her cunt was all bloomed out and as she lifted her panties away from the drenched surfaces, there was a sexy sound. She stretched the elastic over and hooked it behind her cunt lip. She was fascinated by the new words she'd learned, and whispered them as she played with her cunt. She had two cuntlips, but now was touching just one. It was plump and soft and fringed with fine, brown curls. Inside she had more lips. Wetter ones, even softer than the larger, plumper swells that formed her mound. Inside, with all those bumps and folds and dimples, it was another country altogether. It was her cunt, and she could hardly think of that word without trembling.

Now, Susan touched her cunt, letting her finger trace the full length of it until she rested against her clit. With a gentle circular movement she began to massage the mysterious lump. Because it truly was mysterious. Susan had examined it carefully in the bathtub. She'd checked it out with mirrors, with ointments, with cold and heat. And that small, half-hidden trigger never failed to surprise her. It could send shivery pleasure up and down her spine. It could make her thighs tighten, make her toes play out all itchy and hot. It was doing that to her now as she gingerly petted herself.

In the kitchen, her mother had stopped laughing. It was strangely quiet in the house, too damned quiet for Elaine to be around. Until Susan heard the sound. Like a moan, but not really a moan. A sigh, no, not quite a sigh either. She tried to close out all that, tried to think only of the breathless pleasure that she was making between the soft swells of her pubes. The sound was wet and slippery as she curled her finger, then straightened it again, curled it slowly, uncurled it.

"Mmmmmmm, that's nice!" Her words were a breathy whisper, exciting her all the more. But what was Elaine doing in the kitchen? What was she doing with her new husband's brother? Susan sat up straight, her mind suddenly awash with this new possibility.

Surely Elaine wasn't fooling around on Hank already? Not two weeks after she'd married the man? Momentarily distracted from her finger game, Susan rose from the old sofa and went barefoot down the length of the porch. She turned the corner and pressed her back against the wall as she approached the window by the kitchen. It was a large old house and the wrap-around porch made it easy to eavesdrop. It was a wonder that Elaine hadn't thought of that. Or did she even care?

"Baby, baby ... " It was Sid's voice. And as Susan peeked around the edge of the window-frame she saw him. Black hair, black mustache. He even had a black car. He was visiting, he said, to wish the newlyweds well. But as Susan could plainly see, he was going a bit far with his well-wishing. His hand was up under her mother's dress. Elaine was kissing him on the mouth, her fingers digging into his back as she moved her hips against Sid's probing fingers. Suddenly, Susan could see her mother's cunt! She was wearing no panties at all and the red, glossy flesh of her cunt looked shockingly aroused. Sid was sliding his middle finger up into Elaine's pussy. He rammed it forcefully as they kissed.

"Ohhhhh Sid, fuck me right here! I can't stand it!"

Elaine's lipstick was smeared across her chin and cheeks. Some of it was on Sid's lips too and now he pushed her up against the wall, his hand on his fly.

Susan thought of getting away. She didn't want to watch this shamefully lustful scene. Yet she felt drawn to it. Her cunt ached with excitement. Her breath was short and hot in her throat. She was dizzy and her finger had slipped down the front of her shorts again, toying with the gap of the leghole until at last she pressed up into the soft, juicy place. But now Sid's pants had been opened in front. For an instant she saw the upward thrust of his white cock. It was shockingly large! He moved his fingers in Elaine's juicy slit, easing his prick forward. Elaine squeezed the white flesh between thumb and forefinger, stripping it down and back.

Susan gasped as she saw the darkened knob that her mother had exposed. Sid was obviously uncircumcised. And what she was looking at was his cockhead. Susan had never in her life observed the male animal so close up. She guessed that Sid and her mother were less than two yards away from her vantage point. She could even smell Elaine's musky scent.

"Ohhhh, Sid, I should have married you. But I didn't know you then!" They kissed again and Sid rubbed his cock up and down against Elaine's pussy. It was getting very wet and very slick looking. Elaine hunched her ass around. There was a wet sound as the head of Sid's cock began to plow her folds apart. Susan held her breath, her gray eyes wide with wonder. She was watching it happen! She was watching a cock penetrate her mother's cunt!

At the same instant, she let a finger glide across the soft hollow where her cherry was. Her virginity. It was a scary place to linger near. She'd always treated it with a certain delicacy. But now, watching Sid thrust his hips, thrust his cock up into Elaine's body, Susan wondered for the first time in her life just what that might feel like.

Elaine was kissing Sid with her mouth open. He grasped her ass with both hands, fucking harder as he strained forward, his feet spread wide on the linoleum floor.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh," Elaine grunted, taking each ramming movement directly between her thighs. She wiggled furiously, her eyes open but glazed, her mouth slack against Sid's ear. She caressed the nape of his neck with her long fingers while he fucked her standing up. Susan was in a mild state of shock. But she was very excited too. Even though she was more certain than ever that her mother was a slut. The worst kind of slut.

"Honey, I don't want you to leave me. I want to go with you." This was Elaine.

"My brother'd kill me." This was Sid, panting against Elaine's neck, his hips fucking her steadily. Susan blushed with shame. But at the same time she was fondling her clit, making it send its magic pleasure over the surface of her skin. She was panting steadily, transfixed by the erotic presence of the two people just a few scant feet away. Now she could smell their lust, just as she could smell her own.

"Ohhhhh Sid! Ohhhhh I'm so close, darling!"

"Me too!"

"Wait for me! Please wait for me!"

"I'm trying!"

Susan was moving her hips as she fingered herself. She was surprised to find that her movements were very much like those of her mother's. At first this embarrassed and shocked her and she stopped moving altogether. But that was no good either. She had to move. It made her caressing feel much better.

"Ohhh, I wish I'd never seen this," she whispered to herself. But she had seen it and she knew she was going to go on seeing it. Because now Elaine's movements had become almost violent. She banged her ass against the wall, plunged it up and down. Her dress was caught in a tangle under her tits, baring her belly and hips completely. Sid dug his fingers into her flesh, his cock sliding back for a second before plunging up into the depths of her body. This upward thrust made Susan gasp again. There was no way for her to know what that might feel like. It was total penetration, total connection with a male! It frightened and excited her to think of her mother being had against the kitchen wall. It made her feel a little sick inside too. Because Sid wasn't her husband.

"She's such a slut!"

Susan rubbed her clit faster, her hips plunging forward and back. Elaine was going crazy in Sid's embrace. She hooked her heels up behind his back, letting the dark-haired man hold her weight with his hands under her ass. She kissed him in a frenzy of open-mouthed caresses. Then Susan saw her mother's thigh muscles tighten. She was squeezing Sid, squeezing him hard. Sid growled something against Elaine's throat.

"Yuuhhhh," she babbled.

"Ohhhhhh God damn," he groaned back.

Susan had frozen all movement. She was just staring, panting softly, watching this lusty spectacle with disbelief. Somehow she'd had the idea that when a man made love to a woman, the woman lay quietly with her legs spread while the man politely entered her, moved his hips gently and steadily until they came, and then, just as politely, dismounted.

But what she was observing wasn't like that at all. Elaine seemed to be having a fit! She was biting and clawing and hunching her ass furiously as Sid supported her with two hands and his cock. One of Elaine's shoes fell off. Her mouth was open and her tongue lolled out. Then she gurgled something and screamed. Her thighs were very tense, trembling as she squeezed them around Sid's waist. Using his hipbones as a fulcrum, she lifted and lowered her dripping cunt over his stiff, glossy cock. Susan could actually see her mother's body sliding down over that thing, taking it inside her. Then she'd rise again until just the blood-swollen tip hung at the beginning of her hole.

"Sid, darling

"Baby ... "

A stream of white was sliding down the inside of Elaine's thigh. Susan watched the steamy rivulet drip onto the linoleum. Sid was working his hips frantically now, pushing Elaine against the wall again. He'd torn the front of her dress open and was licking her nipples.

"There ... ohhhhh ... Sid! Ohhhhh Sid!"

Susan limped away from the window. She was disturbed and trembling. A part of her wanted to deny all sexuality. She didn't want to be like her mother. Which meant she didn't want to enjoy sex. But that was lousy reasoning. There wasn't really anything that wrong with sex, was there? Wasn't it just Elaine's morals that were all fouled up? Susan whimpered in her confusion. She thought of Hank. She didn't particularly like him, but he wasn't a bad guy when it came down to it. And now that she'd seen Elaine's two-faced behavior, Susan even felt a little sorry for Hank. Big, slow-moving Hank. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he meant well. Elaine had never meant well in her life. That's why Susan's real father had divorced her.

Susan went into the front room of the big house and made her way quietly down the hall to the stairs. She went to her room and threw herself on the bed. It was better living here in the country than in that cramped apartment in town. But how long would this new life last? Susan could predict that sooner or later Hank would find out about Elaine's morals. Elaine would shack up with somebody again soon, then somebody else. There would be fights and screaming and things thrown. It had been like that when her father had discovered that Elaine was doing a lot of fooling around. And Susan didn't think she could stand to go through it all again.

"I'm going to get the hell out of here," she swore to herself in the semi-darkness. Her cunt still throbbed for touching and she began to peel her shorts off slowly as she made plans for her getaway. She'd get enough money from Elaine's purse to buy a bus ticket. Then she'd pack her duffel bag and ride. Before they missed her she'd be out of the state.

But that was for tomorrow and the next day. Now she had something else to tend to. More gingerly than ever, she cupped her naked cunt with one hand and pressed upwards until the folds opened to reveal the mushy flesh. Again she curled and uncurled her finger against the tender furrow. Her juices began to flow again. She wriggled her hips slowly, trying not to think of Elaine's rutting movements in the kitchen. But Susan could not block out part of that scene. She kept imagining Sid's big cock pressing against her cunt. She imagined his mouth on her small white tits, his hands digging into the curvy swells of her ass cheeks. And while she thought of this she caressed herself into a trembling fever of excitement.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh God, ohhhh it's gonna happen again!"

The thrilling surges rocketed through her. Susan brought her legs together suddenly, clamping her thighs and pumping her hips rhythmically with her finger resting in the sweet, slick channel. She could feel her clit throbbing strongly as the pleasure built. Then she pulled a pillow across her face, because she knew she was going to scream. She couldn't help it. She just couldn't help it!

"Yiiiiii!"

Her hips wallowed with a fury very much like her mother's movements while Sid had fucked her. But Susan wasn't thinking of her mother at all. She wasn't really thinking of Sid either. She was only thinking of a male mouth against hers. Male hands on her ass. Male cock rubbing her hot little pussy! She fingered herself in a last spasm of rising pleasure. Again the throes of total release went through her. Again she tensed and thumped the mattress with her slim hips. She came, gloriously, screaming into the pillow over and over until at last she was out of breath completely, babbling in her own drool, her eyelids fluttering.

"Uhhhh, uhhh yesss!" Now she could sleep. Tomorrow she'd worry about her plans to depart. Tomorrow ...