Chapter 1
She was warm and snug in bed, and she had just been loved. It wasn't often that Chad put it to her early in the morning, not anymore. But that made it just that much better when he did wake up with his thing hard and eager. Betty pulled a pillow over her head and listened to the vague sounds in the bathroom next door, where her husband was getting ready to go to work. She drifted back into sleep, relaxed and content, knowing that Chad still loved her and wanted her. His semen was still sticky between her inner thighs, and she rubbed them together in her half awake, half-asleep dreaming. It was nice to screw languorously, as if they were teenagers again, instead of so long married and kind of in a rut with their sex lives. She dreamed on, safe in the dark of their bedroom, the curtains tightly drawn to keep out the light. She dreamed of Chad caressing her body, of him pushing lightly and sensuously against the cheeks of her ass. So hard, his thing was, so nice and warm when she shifted her tail and opened her thighs slightly so that he could slide it between her buttocks and let it nestle in her pubic hair. His penis lifted neatly against her vulva, the length of it along the length of her labia, and she squirmed against it, hunching her tail back against him.
Good, it was very good, and Betty was all soft and giving in her sweet dreaming, tender and limp once the distended head of the penis began to prod gently for the opening of her vulva.
"Ummmm," she murmured aloud, sighed it between her pillows, and the tender hands fondled the cheeks of her ass, cruised up to her waist, one of them slipping under and the other continuing higher until her left breast was in its palm.
The fingers teased her already erect nipple, tolling it between them.. Betty said, "ummmm," again.
The knob of his rod pushed at the lips of her pussy, and Betty felt the spongy thrill of it, wiggled to help it fit inside. And suddenly it was sliding on up into her vagina, very still, long and slim and lovely. One hand on her tit, one on her belly, he pulled her ass to him, and ground his penis deep, shoved it all the way home until Betty could feel his testicles all silken-haired against her thighs.
Somehow, it was different than it had ever been, when they made it together. There was a strange feel to his staff, a hunger in it that she hadn't known for some years now. It even seemed to reach farther up into her sheathing, even if it wasn't as thick as she remembered.
His cock worked into her, eased back out almost to the flanged head, thrust strongly back inside the clinging softness of her cunt. Stroke and stroke and the head of it churning, seeking, pushing; Betty moaned into the pillow, muffling the sound so she wouldn't disturb anyone in the other room.
Nicole was asleep in one bedroom, and her brother Danny in the other; it wouldn't do for their two youngest children to wake and listen to their parents screwing.
But-it was different, different, and even in Betty's dreams; screwing Chad shouldn't be all that odd. His was the only penis she had ever known; from the time he first put it to her at sixteen until now. So she ought to recognize the thrusting of it, should know the feel and length and heft of the meaty staff. She had screwed it thousands of times.
Betty's eyes came open between her pillows, and the seesawing movements of the cock within her vagina didn't stop. Her clitoris was throbbing, stimulated again by the satiny-hard passage of the stiff organ reaching in and out of her quivering- pussy-again! She wasn't asleep now, she was awake, and the hard cock was doing a fine job in her fevered cunt, lunging and jamming.
The breath was panting hotly against the back of her neck where her hair had fallen aside, and the hands held tightly, desperately, to her body, held tit and belly. His pelvis surged against the cheeks of her ass and he tried frantically to bury his lurching prick impossibly deeper into her steamy cleft.
"Chad?" She whispered. "Chad-did you come back for seconds? You'll be late for work dear." Then the voluptuous rhythm of the fucking really got to her, and her clit thrummed madly as the sweet, hot feeling centered in her lower cunt. Betty rolled her ass and reached down to take the solid male balls in her hand, to caress them while the swollen rod above hammered into her.
He fingers touched, recoiled and went stiff in shock. They weren't her husband's balls!! But the prick pounding so hungrily into her wetly responsive pussy was lifting her to an orgasm, bringing her up and up while the good felling spread from her clitoris to take in all her cunt, her cervix, her belly, and swept hotly down to make her anus draw tight in ecstasy.
"Coming!" The voice panted against her neck, but softly, softly, "Oh-Ooohh! I'm coming!"
Just as the first spurting of semen hurled itself wet and hot and thick into her spasming pussy, Betty Maddox recognized the whispering voice. She knew it as well as her own, better maybe. But she didn't want to know it now; her mind reeled even as her cunt drank thirstily of the man juice that kept flooding into it. Her mind said oh no, oh no! And her cunt said yes, yes, yes.
Betty's hand felt around, caught the wrist of the hand on her tit, caught the other one on the hand that was fondling down into her wet pussy where the length of that rigid cock was still buried. She turned her head, hissed back over he shoulder: "Danny! What are you-oh, what have you-how could you-"
"Shhhh!" The murmur tickled into her ear. "Daddy's still in the bathroom; hear the shower?"
Heart racing wildly, the pulse beating in her throat, Betty heard the pelting of waster in the bath, only inches away from her head through the wall-only inches from their heads!
"Don't scream," Danny said as she clung numbly to his wrists. "If you do, Daddy will kill me." "But-" she whispered back, "but-but-"
Betty couldn't make the words, couldn't untrack herself. She lay there in her bed, her own bed shared so long with her husband, and she had Danny's thing up her. Her own son had just screwed her, sneaked into bed and slipped his young cock into her freshly fucked vulva while she lay in a state of semi-awareness.
And while his father took a shower only inches away!
She tried to pull his hands away, and he burrowed his still hard penis into her pussy, so that she could feel the oozing of his semen as it worked out of her inflamed slot.
"Danny! I--- you-"
"Shhh," he murmured, "shhh, mother. Don't let him hear you."
Oh no, she thought dazedly; it was an impossible, unimagined thing, but the stark truth of it was not to be denied: her son had his prick in her; her son had streamed a load of come into her. He'd fucked his own mother-and she had screwed him back, loving it!
But not when she knew it was Danny's penis. She hadn't realized it was him; she thought it was he husband. She did, she did!
"Please," Danny sighed into her ear, his staff flexing within her flesh, "oh please, mom-don't freak out. Listen; listen to me, please, please,"
She couldn't yell. If she did, Chad would come roaring into the bedroom and find his son screwing his wife, Chad's wife! He'd crush Danny, fling him into the walls. Chad had a violent temper when he was aroused, and this-this would make him crazy.
But she couldn't just lie there with her son's semen leaking between her taut thighs. Oh lord, she thought---it had been mixed with her husband's ejaculation. The idea made her head swim, and the drumming of the shower in the next room sounded like a thousand arrows coming down on a tin roof. Her hands fell limply from Danny's wrists.
Immediately, he dipped them into her crotch, cupping and fingering her gooey mound. "Oh, mom, mom-you don't know how I've ached to get into you, to make love to you like this. Years and years, trying to keep from getting a hard on whenever you brushed my leg with yours, whenever I caught a peep down your robe at those beautiful tits. Oh mother-I love you, Love you!" "You-you can't,' she said low and quiet, just as the shower went off. "not love me like this-only as-a son should love his mother."
A grunt came through the thin wall, and Betty pictured her husband climbing out of the tub, hair tousled and body dripping. He'd shave now, humming and whistling at the mirror, If he even suspected that his wife had another penis in her body- -
His lips touching her ear, his hot breath sending involuntary ripples through her skin, Danny said: "I have loved you like this. It's wonderful, great-crazy and wild as I dreamed it might be. Oh mom, you have the loveliest body, the greatest ass, and your big, firm tits.."
Her son began to move again, to slowly stroke again, and now his fingertips massaged her pubic mound, penetrated into her labia, touched her clitoris, and the combined sensations were maddening.
IN the bathroom, her husband whistled the melody from an old song, something from their young married days, and Betty thought that she was going insane. She'd never dreamed of this, never. Danny was tall and slim, handsome and of course attractive, but for her to think of him sexually-
Ooohh, mom: your pussy is as hot and tight as a girl's.
It's better than any girl's pussy, mother, -- oh, oh, hot and greasy and your cunt hair is so thick-"
He was feeding it into her again, stimulating her responses, sliding and poking, so sweet and so tender, all understanding and knowledgeable. At seventeen years old, she thought, Danny Maddox is only seventeen years old, and he's screwing his mother for the second time, with his father only a few feet away in the next room.
She couldn't allow it to happen again. The first time, she hadn't known who was doing it to her, but now she did, and so it must not happen . IT was wrong and forbidden, and so sinful that the act itself was only whispered about. It was terrible--- and-and so, so thrilling. He was so young and hard, so beautiful and he used his thing as if it was an artist's brush and he was painting a masterpiece inside her vagina.
The bathroom door opened and shut. Betty yanked the pillow off her head so she could listen better as her husband's footsteps moved down the hall, and she sighed in relief.
Then her breath hung in her throat; Chad had stopped. Now he was turning back!
"Quick," she hissed, "get down, down---your father's coming!"
Danny withdrew from her; she felt his hard prick slide out of her vagina and rake between her thighs as she pushed him down, rolling on her back to do so, shoving him away so that he keeled down between the covers. There was not time for anything else; Chad was opening the bedroom door.
Betty lifted her knees, held them bent so that they tented the blankets, and she hoped that Chad wouldn't be able to see well in the darkness of the bedroom, that he wouldn't notice the lump under the covers she was doing her best to hide.
"Hey-you awake?" Didn't mean to wake you up, doll. Forgot my watch-it's over here on the dresser.."
Holding her breath, Betty watched the outline of him move to the tall dresser, saw him fumble over the top, heard the clink of metal. And she felt her son's breath warm and tingling against her thigh; his head was right there between her hip and knee.
"Go back to sleep," Chad said, and came to lean over her.. Eagerly, swiftly, she raised her arms and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him open-mouthed and with the spice of her fear on her tongue. Anything to keep him from noticing, anything!
"Wow", Chad said, "You keep doing that, and I won't go to work at all."
Betty let him go quickly, "Bet you're already running late."
Lightly, he kissed her again. This time, she kept her lips closed and tried not to shiver as Danny breathed against her skin beneath the blankets. Chad said, "okay for now. I'll try to get home early."
"Fine," she said not trusting her voice.
He was gone the, closing the door softly behind himself, trying to go softly down the hall so as not to awaken the kids. The kids, she thought-one of them was still here in bed with his mother, and he was certainly no child any more. He was-he was tickling her thigh, kissing it!
Betty held herself still, kept silent until she hear the front door click and the muffled sound of the car starting.
Then she lifted the covers and said down into the musky dark, "you get out of this bed right this minute, Danny!" Your father-oh lord, but that was the closest thing ever-"
"Yeah" Danny mumbled against her skin, "yeah, close-but really exciting, hiding here from him with your helping me out. It turns me on even more, and I'm already so horny for you that I'm about to go off on the sheet."
"Danny Maddox! How-how dare you? Don't-on don't do that.
Get up; climb out of this bed this very instant-"
His hand cupped her cheeks, and his mouth found her upper thigh; Danny worried her skin tenderly between his teeth.
"I dig it when you're being the big mama, discipline and all. You love me, mom-that's why you didn't scream, and why you kept hiding me from daddy when he walked in here."
"of-of course, I love you," she hissed, "you're my son and- I-"
"Not like that, not only that way," he said, nipping her flesh, feeling her ass, his hot breath reaching up and up to stir the wet gooey curls of her pubic hair. "This way, too, Mother. You love me as a man, as a lover, and that's how I want it, how I've always wanted it."
"Danny, we can't-"
"We can," he insisted. "We will. I've wanted to get my prick into your gorgeous pussy since I was about twelve years old. I've craved you, needed you so much I almost went crazy. And this morning-I sneaked in to get one of daddy's shirts before he woke up. And there the two of you were, going at it, fucking each other while I stood in the shadows and I damned near exploded"
Betty wiggled, tried to ease her lower body away from her son's grasp, but Danny only tightened his fingers and dug them into the deep, soft flesh of her ass. She said: "But he's supposed to do it to me; I'm his wife, and we're not too old for it, and-you shouldn't have been in our bedroom."
He blew into her pubic hair. Betty shivered, sucked in her breath, tried to deny that the nipples were hardening on her breasts. How long had it been since Chad had done that to her? Too long, too many years and too much boredom in between.
Danny said, his face much nearer her mound now, the shape of his head rising bit by bit to poise above her crotch, "I crawled around by the trunk and hid there until daddy got up. I heard the noises his cock made in your pussy-this pussy; I heard you whisper how much you like to fuck, and I had to hold my own prick to keep it from splitting wide open."
"But Danny-please; you-you've done it to me we'll just forget it ever happened."
"Forget it? No way, mom. I'm just getting started with you. Like I said, I couldn't stand it any longer when daddy climbed off you. I just had to try you on for size, or go crazy. So I sneaked in the bed after he left, and I hoped you'd be sleepy and think he'd come back, that it was his prick instead of mine. At least, until I could get it into this marvelous cunt. Then I hope like hell that you were hot as you look and act, as hot as you sounded there with daddy screwing you; I hoped that once I got started fucking this pussy I've desired all my life-well, you didn't' yell.
You protected me. You dug being fucked by me, and we're going to swing some more. How and every chance we get, mother, -- my darling, hot cunt mother!"
Betty lay supine, shocked beyond belief. And before she could react, before she could slap down at him and order him from the bed he had soiled with his incestuous attack, Danny's face dipped between her thighs and he lifted her buttocks in both his strong young hands to hike her crotch to his mouth.
"nn-nnooooo!" She moaned. "Oh Danny-no; please don't-- no; not me-not your own mother; Danny. Oh son, son-I'm your mother, your mother-"
He groaned into he labia, his lips caressing those still dewy lips, his face pressing down into the soft richness of her already over stimulated mound. She felt the sweet pain of his teeth, knew the darting of his hot tongue-
Her son-her only son-was going down on his mother. He was licking into her sensitive cunt, and there was no way she could possible stop him, except by screaming and waking up little Nicole. That would ruin everything, frighten Danny's sister out of her wits, bring down the wrath of Danny's father.
His tongue pushed into her cunt lips, and he opened his mouth to eat her, to suck upon her juices and those that had mingled within her torrid cavity. Danny pulled her lips into his own, and used his thick tongue like the thrusting of a penis, passing it in and out of her puckered labia.
Stretching, his mouth, forcing it wide, he drew much of her vulva into it, then with a groan, pushed it back out and burrowed his mouth deeply into her spasming pussy.
His tongue found her clitoris. Danny curled his tongue around her little nub of passion, then sucked it lightly and lovingly between his teeth. The sensation was indescribably; lights flashed behind Betty's eyes and her mouth pumped for air. Somehow, her hands had strayed down and gotten their fingers entangled into Danny's hair, into his long, thick hair.
She couldn't hold back any longer. Biting her lip, shoving down upon his head so that her clit worked over his teeth, Betty began to roll her belly, to shift her ass in her son's hands while he ate lustily of her cunt.
"You---you-oh, Danny!" she gasped "oh, do it to me, darling! Eat me up-ahhh-oooh-I haven't had it this way in so long-ahh, baby; oh yes, my darling baby, my son, my lover-- love it for me, eat it for me-eat my pussy, darling-- darling!"
Danny sucked her cunt. Air escaped with bubbling sounds from his mouth as he sucked her cunt, drawing so violently upon it that Betty thought she was turning inside out, and hoped she was. He pulled her pussy with his teeth, sucked it into his mouth, chewed upon the rubbery rapture of her shuddering clitoris.
"I'm coming," she hissed down at her son. "oh, baby-I'm coming, Mommy's coming!"