Chapter 4
Dinner was a disaster, but Chad didn't seem to notice, and neither did little Nicole. Betty was on edge, fumbling her silverware, pushing food around on her plate. She avoided looking at her son as much as possible, and when her husband said something to her, she either talked too much or missed his meaning.
Lord, she thought; ;she was tired. It was a good kind of weariness, but she felt as is she could just lie down on the rug and sleep for at least a week. There had been so much intense living compressed into the past few hours, and so much uprooting of all her former morals, those standards she had thought so firmly entrenched.
Guiltily, she chanced a look at her husband through lowered lashes, but Chad was busy with his desert, and she couldn't remember serving it. She had been laid by him only this morning, screwed once by her lawful wedded husband. Then his son had fucked her several times, and gone down on her, and she had eaten the boy's penis. It was fantastic, some creation our of Arabian Nights, and she wanted to think it had really been a dream.
But her tired body told her the truth, and her over stimulated tissues reminded her that she had been swept to fabulous heights of passion and fulfillment. But in incest, she thought; in taboo rites with her own blood. If Chad knew---he would beat her senseless, and Danny, too. Then he would probably throw both of them out into the street and file for divorce.
Betty shivered; Chad could ruin her in a courtroom, and there d be no question of his custody of Nikki. Her older daughter, Betty thought: oh good lord, Linda; what would she think of a mother who had been caught screwing Linda's seventeen year old brother? "Got a chill, dear? Chad's voice was solicitous.
She blinked at him. "What? Oh-oh no; just the sherbet, I guess.
He stood up. "Come on, Betty. You seem a little pale, and I think it would do us both good to hit the bed early for a change. The kids have just volunteered to run the dishwasher."
"Did we?" Nikki asked, tilting her elfin face to one side. "I didn't hear me."
"Come on, Nikki, " Danny said. "Mom deserves a break."
Chad stared at them and reached for her arm. "Nikki seems normal, but Danny must have caught the germ, whatever it is."
Danny shrugged. "It just seems to me that mom should get a little more help from us all. Good night, mother; see you tomorrow, when you're feeling better. In the morning."
She didn't dare look at him. In the morning, he said, making it plain that he would be eager for her body the, and ready to make love to her once more. The boy was insatiable, she thought, and felt a tiny lift of arousal because he craved her fucking so much, when he could instead be out sticking that lovely meat to any number of young and willing girls.
Meekly, she walked ahead of Chad, climbing the stairs. She jumped when he touched her butt, and he laughed behind her.
Oh no, she hoped; not from him again so soon; not tonight, after she had been so thoroughly and almost continually fucked by her son all day long. Beside, she didn't know how she was going to react to her husband's sexual advances; she might very well crumble and confess all to him, or simply fly into a fine case of hysterics.
Would Chad know? Could he tell? Maybe her vagina had been loosened by so much intercourse, or maybe she had run out of lubrication for it. If her vagina stayed dry inside, was that a sign that she had been doing too much screwing? In their bedroom, she caught up her robe and slippers. "A bath," she mumbled, "need a quick bath, dear."
"Sure," he said, his face puzzled as he sat on the edge of their bed to take off his shoes.
Their bed; the same bed where Danny Maddox had sneaked his first piece of ass from his mother, making her believe in her warm drowsiness that Chad had returned to fuck her some more. That bed would never be the same for her now. And neither would Danny's room, or the bathroom she was going into. There were only three or four more rooms where she hadn't screwed her son, and after them, the entire house would be contaminated by their forbidden copulations.
She stood on the bathmat and stared down at it. Right there, she had spread her thighs for him, and he had wanted to fuck her the same way his daddy did it, on top and with her long legs thrown passionately around him.
Betty took a long time in her bath, letting the hot water soak into her flesh, soaping her body over and over again. Through the wall in her bedroom, she heard the small radio going, and knew that Chad hadn't fallen asleep, as she'd hoped he would. She dried carefully and took a cleansing douche, talcumed herself out of habit and put her robe back on. Then because there was not other way to delay the move, she went back into the bedroom and climbed into the bed with Chad.
"Damn," he said, "I thought you were going to take forever."
"Sorry," she said, and put her back to him.
"Hey," he aid, and kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling into the tender skin there and the soft curling of her nape hair. His hands slid around her and cupped her breasts.
This was the moment of truth, Betty thought; this was the time when she would know, and she caught her breath, held it to find out her reaction. Her nipples stiffened as Chad rolled them between his fingers, and it seemed as if her entire breasts swelled. Not cold, she thought, but suddenly warm again-not withdrawn, but responding swiftly and with such a wave of lust that she was surprised by it, and checked the involuntary movement of her ass.
"That's more like it, " he breathed into her ear. "That's my loving wife."
"You---you're a little more loving than usual, aren't you?"
He said. "Ain't it nice?" and pushed the thickness of his expanded cock into the crack of her ass, nestling it up and down in the hairy cleft and shoving his balls against the smoothness of her thighs.
Up against her ass, the same way his son-her son-had made his first try at screwing her this morning; her husband, Danny's father, hunching longingly to her tail, rubbing his heavy penis into her, needing, wanting her.
Of course she could fuck him, and of course she would. Not only because it was her wifely duty, but also because she was eager for him, and wanted him, too. It was wild, she thought; it was crazy, but it seemed that the more she was screwed, the more she wanted it. Suppose she had turned nymphomaniac at this time of her life? Enjoy it, she thought, and opened her thighs for her husband to slide his big cock between them. He rubbed it along the length of her labia, and Betty felt the heat of her steamy response. Chad had a wonderful prick, too-it was hard and massive and he used it well. She was lucky to have him, to be so needed.
Reaching down, Betty found his cock with her fingers and steered the bulbous head of it into her hairy entranceway of her vulva. Chad's hands tightened on her tits as he shoved his prick strongly up into the receptive, oily slit, and her labia stretched to take him in, her ass rolled and hiked seductively.
Then she did something different. With her husband's hard staff locked into the hot sheathing of her cunt, Betty slid her hand away from his balls and brought it instead to caress her torrid mound. As Chad fucked into her pussy with long, sensuous rod, along the velvet skin of it turned greasy from its dipping into her love salves.
It thrilled Chad; he wiggled more, grunted into her ear and played with her tits. She probed farther up, following the sliding prick until she found the hood that protected her clitoris. Her finger followed the working prick, moved searchingly along her stretched cunt lips and burrowed itself into the tender tissues surrounding the clit.
The thick penis slid in and out, and she played teasingly with her clitoris as the meaty staff passed it. The sensation was terrific, and Betty wondered why she had never thought of checking it out before now. But then, she had never been so constantly and completely aroused before now, either. Fucking had been good before, where now it was sensational.
Arching her ass, Betty brought her other hand around and took his swinging balls, squeezed them and played with them as Chad screwed her, as he laid his thick cock up into the tight gripping of her pussy. Betty masturbated in sexy luxury, being fucked at the same time, fondling prick and balls and her own cunt-and it was ecstatic.
"Oh Chad, Chad," she moaned. "Oh my darling husband-fuck me, fuck me!"
"Yes, baby!" he panted into her ear. "Yes, darling-I'm fucking you, and about to cum!"
"Cum!" she said loudly. "Cum into me and let me feel that hot juice wash my cunt."
"Ahh!" he said, and let it go. "Ahh-baby, baby!"
It hosed sweetly within her laboring pussy, creamy and boiling, and Chad kept stroking it into his released semen.
He always did that, she knew, kind of screwing into the extra lubrication caused by his own cum.
His son was different; Danny sort of froze when he came, going all still and static. She could compare them now, their actions when they screwed, the way they came, the sizes of their pricks. Betty knew them both well.
Her finger quivered against her clitoris and that seat of passion shook like a reed in a high wind. The prick flexed again within her cunt, and she rolled it, then tightened her thighs and found herself carried along in a gushing tornado of rapture.
"Ooohhh!" she cried. "Oohhh Chad-I'm coming, too! It's so wonderful-so--- Ohhhhh!"
She was drowsy when he took his penis from her, but wiggled as it slipped out to leave a sticky path down her thigh. Sleepily, she murmured, "That was good, Chad."
"It was more than good, baby; it was great. You-I never knew you to play with yourself like that while I was putting it to you. That excited me."
"Excited me, too," she said, rolling over and putting her arms around him, putting her crotch to he so she could feel the softening of his prick against her belly. "Love you, Chad."
"I love you," he said, and snuggled her, pressing her tits flat against his chest.
All her fears had been for nothing, Betty thought. Sex with her husband had been better, and for both of them. The breaking down of old restraints had released her, made her more honest in her desires and slaking of them. She was more alive, much more excitable, and with Danny's entrance into her pussy, she had uncovered a flaming core of sensuality only suspected before.
But Chad-she couldn't just say to him right out: look here, darling husband of mine, I have been fucking our son, and what's more, I've gone down on his marvelous young cock and swallowed his bursting cum. That's more than I ever did with you, isn't it?"
Betty listened to Chad's breathing grow deeper, heard the pattern of it slow and knew her husband was falling asleep.
She wanted to tell him, truly bring it out into the open and confess what she had been doing. But she couldn't; she just could not say it.
She held him as he slept, and wondered when or it she would ever get the courage. Then she thought it was probably a lot better that Chad didn't know. He had always been so conservative about sex, even more so than she. He couldn't possibly accept something as wild as incest between her and his boy.
It would be nice if he could and did. Betty drifted into a warm place where Chad and Danny both smiled at her, where each accepted the other as an equal to share in Betty's love. Like those stories about wife swapping, she thought, only better because it was closer and more intimate in the same family.
But if she fucked Danny, then Chad should be able to screw Linda or even Nicole. If the mother could fuck her son, then the father should certainly fuck the daughter. But Linda was happily married, and had never shown the slightest inclination to stray from her marital path, much less ever cast covetous eyes at her daddy. And Nikki-
little Nicole was only a child, only fifteen years old.
Danny was only seventeen.
Different, she thought, turning over in bed, moving away from contact with her husband's sleeping body; Danny was different-- he was so much more intense, so devoted, so imaginative. He was different from his sisters, and just because two people in the same close family somehow developed an incestuous relationship, that was no reason the other three should become involved.
Betty sighed, put a forearm across her eyes and tried to force sleep. Still, it would be nice if Danny and Chad could both fuck her-more or less openly. It would be a crazy sensation, to turn from one set of arms right into the other, to have one stiff prick taken from her throbbing cunt and have another stiff cock replace it, almost without losing a stroke.
They could all three be naked, and both me fuck her, taking turns kissing and holding her and sliding those marvelous pricks into her pussy.
She could go down on them, surprising the hell out of Chad since she had never eaten his prick before, and they could both fuck her and suck her and take their fill of her willing body.
Twice loved, twice adored-and could it ever be possible for the two of them to have her at one time? Betty lowered her arm and stared up at the dark ceiling. Did anybody really have an orgy like that, just doing whatever they wanted to, screwing and eating and taking turns? No, she thought-not in turn, but both a once. A prick in her pussy and a cock in her mouth. Why not, why not?? She trembled, sat up and pushed her feet over the edge of the bed.
Chad mumbled and rolled over, then picked up the slow rhythm of his breathing. Her husband was asleep, but sleep wouldn't come to her, although she had been tired since dinner or before. Maybe a glass of hot milk, she thought, and slipped on her robe. Padding barefoot down the stairs, she felt her way into the kitchen and turned on the light' Then she gasped and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth in shock. Danny was sitting in a chair at the table, blinking up at her.
"Better click off the light," he said.
She said, "What-what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you," he said. "I couldn't sleep, thinking of you in there with Dad. Did he fuck you again?"
Betty bit her lip. "That doesn't matter. I just came down for some warm mil, and-"
"He did," Danny said, watching her eyes. "He did screw you. Is his stuff still in you, still juicy in your cunt, mother.?"
"I-" Betty clicked off the light and stood in the dark, lowering her voice. "I have to go now; goodnight, Danny."
He was on her before she could get back through the doorway. His voice was soft at her ear, his hands firmly upon her waist. "No, mom-don't go yet. You couldn't sleep and neither could I; so let's have a goodnight fuck, right here."
"Danny-your father's upstairs and your sister-"
But he was pushing her gently into the kitchen, and she felt the edge of the table bump against the backs of her thighs.
She said: "Oh, we can't; we can't!!"
He lifted her easily, sat her upon the table. "We can and we will. Let me pull your robe back-ahhh-your legs are so wonderful, so soft and smooth, and here's your beautiful, thickly haired cunt. It's still wet, mother."
"On the-the table? she breathed.
"Just right," he said. "See, I'll step in between your legs and put my prick right here, and you can wrap your legs around me. Did you put them around daddy when he fucked you a few minutes ago?"
She was shaking. "No-I had him screw me the same way you did, that first time, from the back."
Danny felt over her cunt, felt into it, and lowered his face to kiss her tits. Around a nipple, he said, "Feels great inside. He came in there, and it feels wonderful. I can't wait to get my own prick in where his just was."
Betty put her arms around her son's shoulders as he moved between her widespread thighs, and his mouth rested lightly upon her lips. Probing the distended head of his hard penis for the already frothy opening of her cunt, he said, "Fuck him good, every time; make him cum a lot. I'm not jealous of him, mother- - really I'm not. I love him and I love you, and I want the two of you of fuck each other all you can. I just-I just want to fuck you with him, I guess."
"Oh, my darling," she aid, before his tongue entered her mouth and his cock shoved into the wet, slippery entrance to her vagina. They felt alike-her wonderful son and herself-
- thought alike, needed the same sensual things, even if those goals were impossible.
In his cock went, sliding deep and penetrating; longer than his father's prick, harder in its overwhelming need. The staff was rigid and the head pulsing, and he moved his hands around, over he hips and down to caress the cheeks of her ass as he fed the beautiful meat steadily in and out of her adoring cunt.
He kissed her and met her tongue, then eased his mouth away to whisper in ; her ear: "Mother, my sweet and beautiful mother with the hot, wet pussy. Ahh, oh- -did you cum with him?"
"Yes," she whispered back, "oh yes. I masturbated while he was fucking me, and that turned both of us on even more. It was wild and debauched, and we enjoyed it so much. He-I think it shocked him a little, though. Oh Danny-I love your prick so much!"
He ground his pelvis into hers, and the overflow juices of her cunt, mixed with his father's semen, turned their pubic nests creamy and soggy. She wiggled on his sliding rod, squirmed at each thrust into her jellied vagina, and it was terrific, all over again. She curled her legs around his slim waist and put her ear to his mouth so she could listen to her horny boy, her mother-fucking son, tell her how beautiful and hotly desirable she was.
Danny told her, too: "Sweet cunt-hot pussy all greasy inside. Oh, I love your legs around me when we fuck, mom.
All my life, I've wanted your legs around me and my aching prick up your juicy and fantastic cunt. I was never jealous of dad-- only envious; I need to fuck you, too-and I want to make you cum the way he does, but over and over and hotter and hotter-"
"My son," she gasped, "oh my stiff-dicked son and lover, my horny boy-oh, I'm so glad you're fucking me, and I'd like-I want your father to share my cunt with you, too. But we can't-- not now, not yet. Maybe later we can-ohhh! Oh lord, that feels so wonderful, your lovely cock sliding around, your balls against my ass---"
"Mom, mom," he panted, clenching his fingers strongly into the tender cheeks of her ass, "ah, my mother-my bitchy, hot pussy mother-wow, oh wow!"
He was going rigid, his voice rasping in his throat, and Betty hurried the twisting of her cunt too match his fast approaching climax, to meet the jet of his magnificent semen as it shot forth from the thrusting head of his young, hard prick.
She made it. Just as the first spurt of hot juice fountained into her vagina to mix with the residue of his father's cum, Betty ground her thrumming clit against his pelvis, along the pounding staff and came with him.
"Ahh! Ahh! I'm cuming, I'm cuming! Darling, darling-" she rocked on the tabletop and clamped her legs violently around his sweaty waist.
"Mom-sweet mom-ahh---it's loading your pussy; it's mixing with dad's stuff-all hot and slippery and so great I can't stand it! Ohh-ahhh-hot and juicy, and your soft ass, and your big tits-I wish I could fuck you forever and ever."
You can, my love. You will. We'll find times and places like this. And in the morning-oh, come to me in the morning, soon as your father goes in to take his shower."
He backed regretfully from between her thighs, and Betty dropped her legs. "Yes," he said, "in the morning, while he's so close and yet he doesn't know what's going on, won't know that I'm fucking the cunt he thinks is only his.
It's good to kind of sneak your pussy from dad, but I wish we could share it, up front and right out in the open."
She kissed him, finding his face in the dark as she lowered herself from the top of the kitchen table. His prick was still hard against her belly, and she petted it with one hand, loving its drippy head, its balls, everything about it. And loving her son more deeply than she could ever have believed possible.
It was so much more complete, she thought, knowing now that no mother could love as she did; unless she had eagerly and lustfully fucked her own son. To hold was love, to pamper, to discipline was love'; to care for and to feed, to teach and to fondle was love; but to fuck, to give the ultimate in happiness , to eat and give the most intimate in rapture-this was the love that began where the others ended.
"Good night, son," she said, and left him to go upstairs and climb into her husband's bed, his father's bed. Now she would sleep.