Chapter 3
Nikki came home early, and Betty barely untangled from her son in time to dash for her bedroom and get dressed. They heard the door slam downstairs, and for one startled moment, Betty thought that he husband was coming in, that Chad had somehow dropped in from the office and would catch his son and his wife clinging naked to each other in the bathroom.
"Later, Mom," Danny said, and got into his shorts to go calmly and casually down the stairwell to see who it was.
It was almost fifteen minutes later when Betty got herself together and stepped weak-kneed down the carpeted stairs to join her son and daughter, limp with relief when she heard Nikki's voice there instead of Chad's Shakily, she made lunch, hardly realizing what she was putting into the sandwiches, barely listening to Nikki's running account of how her friend Sally had this poison oak from camp and had to go to the doctor today.
Chad, she thought it could just as easily have been her husband dropping in unexpectedly. He did that sometimes.
And he often came bounding up the stairs with some bit of news. If he'd done that this time, he'd have found Danny putting the prick to his son's mother, found his son with his cock buried in his wife's cunt.
"Wow, mom," Nikki said, "but you look great, Difference, like."
Did it show, Betty wondered. Could somebody just look at her and tell she had just come from committing incest with her boy? Maybe it was stamped on her face like some horrible mark of betrayal.
I know what it is," her daughter said brightly. "It's your hair; you're wearing it loose down your back. You ought to keep it like that, mom-real groovy."
Betty relaxed, and her son grinned across the table at her. She found it difficult to meet his eyes, and was certain that she blushed too often for comfort. She had done it, or rather, it had been done to her, at least the first time. But she had actually screwed Danny and reveled in her wanton behavior; Betty couldn't quite believe it.
Watching her young daughter, she knew a stab of shame, and the usual appreciation of the girl's fresh and elfin beauty. Nicole was a lovely little doll, and would soon be grown to womanhood. Physically, Nikki was already a female, and no doubt boys were already besieging her.
Blinking and turning her face away, Betty wondered how on earth she could even bring herself to discipline her child for staying out late, or possibly letting some eager boy paw her sweet young body when he brought her home from a date. biting her lip, Betty thought that the child might have already-that Nikki could possibly have-but no; just because her brother was so sexually advanced for his age didn't mean that the girl wasn't still virgin.
She looked up and Danny winked at her. Betty flushed again and took a long swallow of her soft drink. There was just a touch of arrogance to Danny's look now, a shade of certainty and a glimmering of the conquering male. He had the right to be pleased, she admitted; he had gambled and won.
But if Betty continued to take chances with him, she could lose everything. She loved her husband; yes-she really loved Chad and was comfortable with him. Like an old shoe is comfortable? She looked into her glass where ice cubes accused her. No, not like that; they had enjoyed a lot of good, exciting sex together, right from the time when he had married her at sixteen, right from the time when he had married her at sixteen. It was just that lately, as the years kept whipping by with frightening speed-they kind of got bored with each other. It was the sameness, she thought, the habit patterns.
She sat bolt upright. Had Chad ever taken a mistress? He was a tall and handsome guy, and it stood to reason that other women looked at him and wondered how he would be in bed, if he could screw with love and excitement. Had her husband been fucking some other woman-or women-for some time now? Maybe that's why he had cooled toward her.
He'd put it to her only this morning, she thought, and felt ashamed for rationalizing her own guilt, for projecting her own sins upon poor Chad. Even if he had been playing around, it wasn't with his own daughter. Even if he was screwing somebody else, the girl wasn't Linda or Nikki, and infidelity wasn't the same as incest. Not by a long shot.
"Good, mom," Danny said, and she focused upon his face with some surprise. He said, "Great sandwiches. Anything we can do to help you around the house this afternoon?"
"Hey," Nikki said, getting quickly up from the table.
"Speak for yourself. I have to get over to the pool. I mean, all the kids were talking about going swimming today and-"
"Go ahead," Danny said. "I'll give mom a hand."
"Good," Nikki said, and hurried from the kitchen and from the house.
The front door slammed after her.
Danny said, "We' alone again."
"Now look," Betty said, "don't start anything else, Danny Maddox. Do you understand? That could just as easily have been your father coming into the house unexpectedly, and what then?"
"The same thing." he said, rising from the table. "Only a lot safer; like this time we make it in my room, on my bed. Dad never comes in there."
She stared at him. "I-you mean that you still-that you haven't had enough sex for the day? That even if I-"
He patted the front of his shorts. "I watch you and think of that marvelous hot pussy, and I get a hard on. I see you move your ass and see your big tits jiggle and know it's worse for me, in one way. I mean, I get so hot to fuck you again that I can't wait to be alone with you.
Before, when I only dreamed about how your cunt would feel, when I only imagined how soft and wet and wonderful it would be for me in your hairy box, my prick in there where dad is always sticking his-well, that was torture, all right. But now I know how fabulous your cunt is, how it feels and tastes, and now I know how you love to be fucked by me, and I'm going to get all that crazy ass I can.
When he talked to her that way, she melted in side. She looked at the growing lump in his shorts and knew that all Danny would have to do was touch her with it, and she'd come apart. She was turning into some kind of sex maniac, going into heat when he said anything about sex. Already to day-
just today? - - she had been screwed three times and sucked once.
Betty glanced at the kitchen clock; it was only three p. m. They had time for a long, loving session before Chad came home at six or so. Maybe Nikki would come back before then, but that wasn't certain. She sat hesitating until her son came around the table and leaned down to kiss her lips. So soft and young and sweet his mouth was. His hand on her upper arm, she got up and said, " your room, then"
At the stairs, he had her go first, so that he could follow behind and stroke the cheeks of her ass. When she got into the upper halls, her breasts were rising and falling with such urgency that it didn't seem possible she had already reached orgasm so many time today. It was almost as if she was a virgin bride, going to Chad for her initial screwing.
Chad had been gentle and understanding. He had taken her cherry with a worshipful kind of tenderness, and she had always loved her husband for that consideration.
At her son's bedroom door, she turned and said, "I-I love your father, you know."
"Sure," Danny answered. "Sure, you do. I love him, too. But I love his wife's pussy more, my mother's rich and wild pussy."
They were inside, and he took her to his narrow bed and pushed her gently down upon it to strip away her robe and leave her naked to his gaze once more; Betty shivered at the touch of his hands.
He was standing before her, his feet still planted firmly upon the floor, and the intriguingly shaped head of his prick was close to her face. Betty stared at it in fascination, and moved her gaze down the length of the shaft to the luxuriantly haired balls that had already manufactured so much lovely semen to be jetted into her vagina.
Danny said softly, "Have you ever gone down on dad?"
Betty clamped her thighs together. "I-why do you want to know?"
"Don't be embarrassed, mother. I've eaten your cunt, and I'll do it again, and I think that oral sex is the greatest. Have you ever eaten my father's prick?"
She turned her face away from him. "Not-not really. I-- well, I kissed it a few times, when we were first married, but he was-Chad always seemed anxious to take it away from my lips- -- and put it into my vulva."
"Eat me, mom," he said then. "Take my cock into your pretty mouth and eat it-"
She trembled. "I don't know if I can. I mean, I never did- it-"
"Not ever to any other guy?" her son asked.
She whirled on the bed, angry at him. "Of course not! I-- I've never had another man even touch me, except-you."
Danny put his hands upon her head as she braced it upon her palm. He moved closer, prodding at her, offering the glowing head of his prick, and she could not refuse it. It was lovely, and she wasn't afraid of it. She fought down the barricades that had always been erected in her mind, remembering that Chad had gone down on her many times when they were young, knowing that this beautiful son of theirs had performed masterful job of cunnilingus upon her already. It was only that she had never taken a penis into her own mouth, and wasn't at all certain how to go about it.
Her son moved again, and she felt the faint stickiness of the- pre-seminal fluid upon the tip of his glans. Betty kissed the little mouth and tasted the musk, the vague saltiness of the juice, and found it good. Pursing her lips, she opened them and allowed the head of Danny's prick to slide inside them.
"Oh mom," he breathed, and she stared at the curling hairs, the rich, light chocolate brown pubic hairs that made a beguiling vee around the base of his cock. "Oh, mom-just lick it and bite it, and then suck my prick until I come.!"
Betty reached her left hand out and turned the palm up to cup her son's balls. The head of his cock was past her teeth now, and he was urging it even further. She touched the tip of her tongue into the sticky little slot and curled it around the shaping of the glans itself.
Excitement raced roaring through her mind and turned on every sensual switch in her body. She wanted this penis-
wanted it wit a maddening need she could not understand just then.
Gulping, Betty pulled Danny's strong, hard prick far into her mouth, drawing it across her tongue and sliding it along the velvet of her mouth's roof. The head choked her throat, and she had to pull back a little, but she began to suck lustily upon it, eating prick for the first time in her life.
And it was good, good to feel the squirming of her crotch, to know the movement of his balls within her hand, to taste his cock and his eagerness. Betty let go his balls and put her hand upon the modeled cheek of his ass, urging him to her as she lowered her head to the pillow.
Without taking his delectable cock from her lips, Danny climbed upon the bed with her, swinging one knee across her chest so that he could sit lightly upon her body, her tits flattened by the cheeks of his ass. She caressed those downy cheeks as she sucked hungrily upon her son's wet prick, and reveled in the intimate closeness of his testicles upon her chin.
Danny fondled her face with his fingertips, petted her cheeks as the suction indented them, ran his thumbs tenderly over her eyelids. "Wow, mom-I didn't have to tell you anything. You're a natural cocksucker, and you're giving great head. Man- oh man, man! I've always wanted you to eat my prick, too. I nearly freaked out, thinking about how I'd stroke my cock into your hot mouth like this, how your tits would feel under my ass- oh mother, mother!!"
She gnawed upon his staff, sucked his head and let go to tickle it with her tongue, and Betty found that the longer she worked upon her son's penis, the farther she could take it into her throat, where it seemed to thrill him more.
Digging her fingernails into his taut and thrusting buttocks, Betty pulled him deeper into her mouth, biting and licking and sucking.
Her mind was spinning hotly, and she was panting for breath in the exertions of sucking off her boy, and even though she dimly realized that she would soon experience the ejaculation of his semen into her mouth, Betty didn't attempt to withdraw. She loved it too much; the feel and flavor, the movement and ardor of her son's prick was so exciting. Writhing, rubbing her thighs together, her fingers digging into the cleft of his young ass, Betty ate and sucked, pulled and licked, and when she felt him stiffening out, when she heard him gasping she began to siphon upon his cock with all the suctioning power she could muster.
"Mom-Mom! I'm going to let it go into your throat!! I'm cuming, mother-I'm shooting off inside your mouth-oh suck me, suck me!"
Danny caught her head between his hands and shoved his hard prick to the balls inside her mouth. She felt the spongy head of it flex, felt it expand, knew the marvelous sensation of the hot, thick spurting of her son's cum as it drenched her throat and filled her mouth. It lay creamy and musky upon her tongue, and oyster-like along the roof of her mouth.
Clinging to his ass, Betty swallowed the juicy stuff, drank down the luscious and foamy liquids that came from the balls that were heaving against her face. She continued to suck the head of his prick, her throat gulping convulsively as his cum lessened in its spurts. "Great, mom, " he moaned, rubbing his crotch into her chin. "Oh, you're wonderful-you're terrific! I love you-your tits and your ass and your cunt, and I love your hot mouth, too!"
"Ummm," she said, around his exquisite penis, and sucked it until it was dry, fondling the cheeks of his ass all the while. There was a potent heat built up within her cunt, and she felt steamy between her thighs, felt the fiery need pulsing there and thought she might reach orgasm herself, without anything ever having touched her pussy.
Danny pulled his penis slowly from her mouth, and pushed his knees back so he could lie on top of her body. Betty ground her wet mound into the hard length of his cock and rubbed her tits across his chest. He placed his mouth upon hers, ran his tongue into her lips and felt around the interior of her mouth. She knew what he was doing, realized that he was seeking the spices of his own semen in the residual flavors left within her cheeks.
She reached frantically for his cock, caught it and tried to insert it into her quivering vulva. Danny resisted, but she got the head of it into her slippery labia and wiggled violently to seat his penis into the yearning cavity of her vagina.
"Oh lord, oh Lord!" she panted huskily. "I'm so hot so hot! I need you, darling-I need your hard young prick! Oh stick it to you mother, darling-fuck you mommy, fuck, fuck!!"
He fed it up into her sheath, and the first sliding of the velvet rod across her clit made her heave and fall back, her heart pounding wildly.
Danny said, "I wanted to eat your pussy, first, but if you've got to have it, if you have to be fucked right away-
"
"Yes-oh yes!" she cried out, bucking beneath his pelvis, riding upward over his stiff cock and making his balls touch the crack of her seesawing ass. " I can't stand not having your prick now-in me, in your mother-screw your mom, Danny! Ram your hard young cock up into your mother's cunt! Deep-- deeper! Screw me faster, darling-I'm about to cum-to cum- oh OH!"
She shuddered in the strong explosion of her climax, moaned and ripped at his beautiful naked back with clawed fingers and pumped her cunt frantically on his rod. Wonderful-
enchanted-- crazy! All these things and much, much more; somehow brutal and somehow tender, and to be fucked by her son was the best possible fucking by anyone.
But Danny hadn't come again; there simply hadn't been time for him to build up another ejaculation since the magnificent one he'd just loosed within her throat. She relaxed under him, her ass going slack, her eyes closing in the gratified warmness of her completion.
He wouldn't allow her to remain quiet, to drift into sleep. Her son withdrew from her cunt, pulled his still hard cock from the jealous gripping of her pussy and lifted his body from between her legs gone limp and weak.
Danny lay beside her for only a few moments, his hands playing into the dripping hairs of her mound, drawing the slimy juices up into the playful patterns across the skin of her lower belly. Everything he did to her, every move, each touch- everything was stimulating.
He pushed one hand beneath the small of her back, worked his forearm under her body and lifted her bodily, turning her belly over to his. His other hand pushed her upright, and Danny worked her knees so that one was on each side of him as he lay upon his back.
"This way, mother," he said. "Sit on my belly and let me feel your wet pussy against my skin. I want to just feel you all over, your beautiful thighs, the lovely cheeks of your ass, to run my hands over your slippery belly like this-oh wow, wow!"
She smiled down at him. "do anything you want to me, my darling. Do everything to me. I'm yours now-every inch of my body is yours, my handsome son: my legs and my breasts; my belly and ass and my pussy. You're my son and my master; you're my lover and husband."
"Your husband," he said, caressing her thighs, moving sinuously against her humid mound. "Your husband is my father, and he stuck his fat prick into this gorgeous cunt and fucked it until he packed you full of his cum. One sperm got into your womb and made me. It's his cunt, but now it's also mine. I came out of it, and now I come into it, and if I could I'd crawl all the way up into this hot and glorious cunt and curl up there again."
Betty said, trembling, "You-you drive me crazy, talking that way."
Danny took her ass in both hands and lifted her up, moved her mound from his belly to his chest. "But you love it."
"I love it," she said.
"Does he ever talk like that to you?"
"No, she said, "your father is kind of conventional about sex."
Danny stroked her ass, rolled his upper body so that his chest ground across her labia. "But he screws you pretty good; I saw some of that this morning."
"He-he screws me all right," she said. "I mean, I thought it was perfect until you did it with me. but that doesn't mean I don't love your daddy; it doesn't mean that I don't cum with him; I do."
Her son lifted her again, slid her pussy close to his face. He said, "Of course you do, but we're turned on to each other now, and we'll keep fucking."
"Of course," she said, shivering at the tingle of his hot breath in her pubic hair.
"Just inch on up," he said, "and sit down on my face. Just lower that fabulous pussy right down over my mouth, and I'll eat you until you say enough, or faint, or something."
Betty stared down at his intent face, at his parted lips where the tip of his red tongue showed. Obediently she knelt above his head, and with some trepidation, lowered her crotch gently down to his mouth.
Danny's hands caught her thighs and pulled her snugly to him. She flinched when the heat of his mouth touched her labia, quivered as his tongue lapped along the eager slot of her vulva. Then that tongue slid into her vagina, inflamed her clitoris and spread its tantalizing caresses throughout her feverish notch.
Straddling his face, Betty pressed her inner thighs closely about her son's head and began to rock back and forth upon the furnace of his mouth. His teeth pressed her cunt lips, raked gently into the entrance to her vagina. Then Danny had her clitoris, but he wouldn't tease it for more than a few seconds at a time.
It was as if he was actually devouring her pussy. He even used his hands to squeeze the lips outward so that he could suck it like an orange, pulling its succulent juices into his mouth and letting them run down his throat. His tongue was constantly moving, moving; it lapped into her hot and dewy well, licked up to the clit, withdrew to slide fondly in and out of the trembling labia.
Betty ground it into this mouth, putting more pressure as she became less afraid of hurting him. She wiggled her ass and hunched her pelvis, and felt like a wanton, felt gloriously debauched, and the tingling that warned of her orgasm was fast approaching.
So she put one hand up on her son's forehead and leaned back, reached back with the other hand to capture the charming stiffness of his penis. She worked her fingers up and down on his prick, and worked her pussy into his face, using the most lewd fucking motions, and the thrills leaped along her belly and caused her entire cunt to contract.
"Oh-Oh-Danny! Oh my love, my darling son! Mother's coming, coming-oh, Danny-eat your mommy's pussy! Make me cum and cum and never stop!"
He moaned into her rippling cunt and Betty's head lashed back, then forward and she had to let go his cock. She melted, collapsed, and her son eased her over onto her side, still kissing her vulva.