Chapter 12

Because she had taken so much of his energy, Duncan lay resting, and Charlotte watched him fall asleep, watched his penis slowly fold over upon itself and shrink as he dreamed of something that made him smile. Tenderly, she touched his cheek, then leaned to kiss him ever so lightly upon the lips. He was such a handsome boy, and so sensuous; how lucky she was to have him-not only in the conventional mother-son relationship, but in this far better way, that of lovers.

And she would not waken him now to satisfy her own urges, but she'd let him sleep. Finding her shortie gown beneath her pillow, Charlotte sat up and slipped it on. The filmy, lacy thing didn't hide much, but she felt better with it on. She wasn't yet ready to parade around naked, not before other people.

Parting the bunk curtains, Charlotte slipped out, her bare feet probing into the deep carpeting. There was a double bunk to her right, where the dining table and benches formed a sleeper; another one was to her left. The latter one was occupied by Elena and her own son, Blair. In the curtained alcoves, nobody was asleep; Charlotte could hear light sounds in the left-hand bunk, and stirrings in the righthand one that told her that her daughter was fully awake and eager for one of the boys to come to her.

She was probably most eager for her brother, Charlotte thought; he would be a new and moving experience for Jan, since she was quite familiar with the way Blair Chapman fucked. Somehow, just thinking of little sexy Jan making it with Duncan turned Charlotte on even more. Moving to the occupied bunk, she drew the curtains a bit and peered inside.

A gasp escaped her, although she had partly expected to see Elena and Blair in copulation, but the reality, the stunning power of the scene before her, caused a shock to tingle throughout Charlotte's taut body.

Drifting a step back, she let the curtains fall apart, and when her calves struck a chair, she sat down suddenly in it, staring at the scene before her. Only once before had Charlotte Mason ever watched anyone else having intercourse; that had been Blair and her daughter Jan. But this was very different, because Charlotte could not ignore the fact that she was witnessing a boy while he was slowly and very sensually fucking his mother.

Squeezing her own thighs tightly together, feeling the lifting of her nipples against her nightie as they turned rigid, Charlotte watched Blair Chapman screw Elena Chapman. Blonde hair hanging down, tits swinging, Elena was on her hands and knees, with her sleekly rounded ass up-thrust. Blair had his hands lightly upon his mother's waist, thumbs along her spine, fingers curling down over her hips to he over her groin.

His prick was sliding between the cheeks of her ass, into his mother's uptilted cunt. As Charlotte stared entranced, she saw his balls swing into the vee made by Elena's spread thighs, and he was buried to the hilt inside her pussy.

"Oh," Charlotte groaned, "oh baby, that's so wonderful. Fuck me deep, darling-screw me until I just can't breathe. I want to feel your gorgeous prick all the way up inside my cunt; I want to feel it pushing against my womb. Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me!"

Blair wiggled his hips, drew back his ass, and Charlotte saw the wet and gleaming length of his cock come back out of the pussy that was clinging so eagerly to it. Almost to the head, he drew it out, then shoved it balls-deep again with a single, mighty thrust that caused his mother's tits to jiggle and her head to bounce.

"Ooh," Elena murmured, "ooh-that's it; that's it! Jam it to me, Blair."

Out came his glistening prick; in it went, and the sloshing noise it made as it penetrated into her juicy cunt, made Charlotte's head spin. She realized that her hand was covering her own damp mound, that one of her fingers was tickling along her labia and the fleshy hood that acted as shield for her clitoris.

"You have such a beautiful, slim ass," Blair said. "And your pussy-oh, mother, it's so tight and hot, so good. I could just fuck it forever, just grind my prick in there where it's so slippery, where I can feel the walls of your cunt pulling me in. And my balls coming up against your thighs-ah, yes, mother-oh yes; reach through your legs and take them in your hand. Play with my balls, darling-tickle my balls while I fuck your sweet cunt."

"Yes!" Elena gasped. "Oh yes-yes-yes!"

It was so thrilling to Charlotte that her pulses were hammering wildly, and her breath was hanging in her throat. The position they were in was so primitive, so animalistic, that all her base instincts were stirred. She wanted to join them, to leap up on the bed beside Elena and point her own ass into the air so she too could be mounted from behind, as a male dog mounts a bitch, pumping his red prick so furiously into the bitch's hole.

Slosh...!in and out ... slosh ... up and down ... slosh ... in and out ... with his balls being held in his mother's hand, with his rigid cock working steadily, strongly, into his mother's steamy cunt. Blair stepped up his rhythm, grinding his prick into her, now leaning forward with his chest against her trembling back, and his knees inside her spread ones. He reached around and caught her pendulum breasts, one in each hand, and clung to them as he pounded his rod feverishly up into her dripping pussy.

"Fuck me-fuck me!" Elena cried out. "Oh, Blair-oh, my darling-my sweet baby-oh, I'm coming, coming!"

"Me, too!" he groaned. "I'm coming, too, mother! Oh, my darling mother, I'm pumping it into your cunt!"

They shuddered together as Charlotte stared wide-eyed at them; they hunched and humped and gave little voluptuous squirmings of their asses, and she knew they were blinded in a combined orgasm, that Blair was hosing the liquid of his semen into his mother's pussy.

Slowly, Elena folded beneath him, and slowly, Blair lowered his weight until he was lying upon Elena, his crotch tightly to the crack of her shapely ass. Elena's arms were outthrust now, and her face turned to the wall. Blair kissed the back of her neck and she wiggled her ass. He stroked her shoulders and her neck, and her hair, and Charlotte could see the modeled cheeks of Elena's ass flex as she tightened her vagina upon the cock still buried deeply with it.

Quivering, Charlotte realized that she had buried a finger into the lips of her own pussy, that she was feeling into the vagina and up to tease the vibrating tenseness of her clitoris. Oh, she was hot; she wanted to be fucked.

He was looking into her eyes. Blair was staring back at her, his eyes gentle and understanding in the soft light from the dome. Charlotte blushed, but she barely felt it, what with the fever already blazing beneath her skin. Biting her lips, she fought her legs to make them support her body, and stood wobblingly erect.

Then Blair lifted himself from his mother's quiet body; his penis went plop! as it pulled from the suction of her pussy, and stood out in front of his belly as if it had never released a drop of semen. The purplish glans seemed polished by the fondling it had just received from Elena's cunt; there was a drop of bubbly white juice still seeping from the slit in its tip.

Sensing movement behind her, Charlotte turned in confusion, and there stood Duncan, awakened and refreshed. His penis was erect, also. Charlotte felt trapped, felt as if she had been pinned to a slide under the merciless eyes of a microscope. She was between her lovers now, embarrassed and afraid as she stood uncertainly between her son and the other boy. Both of them seemed ready to go, anxious to screw-and she did not know what to do, could not decide which way to turn.

They moved toward her in concert, and all Charlotte could do was stand there helplessly, her hands protectively over her mound, but her erectile nipples giving her away. Duncan neared her; Blair came close. Then Blair took her hand, and Duncan took the other hand. Charlotte was a robot; she had no volition of her own, but moved as she was directed to move, and no farther.

Blair lifted her nerveless hand to place it upon his prick. In reflex, her fingers closed around the pliable staff. Duncan wrapped her fingers around his cock, and she clung also to that lovely rod. Charlotte stood trembling, each hand holding to a young and swollen prick. She wondered if any woman had ever been placed into such a quandary, and her knees went weak, threatening to unhinge and drop her limp body to the floor.

Jan saved her from making any land of decision, and perhaps from becoming the centerpiece in a sandwich composed of both Blair and her son. Jan came naked from her own bunk and plastered her squirming body to her brothers. Charlotte's hand slipped from its hold on Duncan's penis, and she felt Blair turn her, felt his stiff cock against her belly as her tits mashed delightfully against his chest.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jan tugging Duncan into the bunk, and knew that her daughter and her son were just about to fuck, that brother and sister were on the verge of discovering the forbidden pleasures of each other's body. But even if she had wanted to, Charlotte could not cry out to them, could not shout at them to stop, stop. She was too caught up in her own passions, too eager for her own loving by the impetuous boy pressing against her.

She tried to tell Blair that they should go to her bed, that they shouldn't be seen by the others, but all she could manage was to gasp a few broken and meaningless words into his mouth. They sank together to the warm carpet, mouths locked, tongues racing, their teeth clashing wetly and patiently as their hands felt over flesh and hair.

Her skin seemed to kiss his skin, to suck hungrily at his pores, and Charlotte rode the knee that slipped in between her thighs and snugged so warmly against her crotch.

Blair; she was going to be fucked by her first lover, this slim and sexy boy who had taught her the full meaning of screwing, who had instructed her in oral gratification and freed her from so many of her silly inhibitions. Not all of them, but most, so that she could now drift to the floor with him in her arms, knowing that there were others in the room, but able to shut them off and concentrate upon this adorable boy who craved her body so much.

She wanted him; she wanted, wanted. He was on top of her, wriggling, rubbing his belly over hers, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, his hands stroking her hips, her thighs, sliding under her ass. Charlotte threw back her head and arched her back, her own hands fondling Blair's shoulders, the back of his head. Her hips rolled, her pelvis lifted, and she felt the thrust of the head of his prick against her vulva.

It slid inside her labia, pushed quickly and hungrily through the damply ready lips of her aching pussy, and Blair's sweet cock was centered fully within her vagina, his balls snugged into the crack of her ass. His belly was tight to hers, his pelvis ground into her hairy one, and Blair began to stroke his darling prick inside her cunt.

Her eyes closed, and Charlotte panted with each thrust, seeing the same cock fed into his mother's pussy from behind, feeling the same length and roundness and slippery titillation that his mother had so recently known. It was good, good-and Charlotte squirmed upon it, squeezed her cunt upon his reaching, hammering cock.

Spreading her legs even wider, Charlotte lifted her knees so that Blair would be able to fuck her deeper, so he would be permitted to burrow his loving staff still farther up inside her hot cunt.

Her legs went up, up, and crossed at the ankles over Blair's sweaty back, riding upon the upper cheeks of his ass, upon the small of his back. She rolled farther up on her shoulders, and Blair grabbed her ass with both hands, to plunge his stiff rod steadily and eagerly into her convulsive pussy. Charlotte rocked back and forth, up and down, sometimes lifting him up, sometimes being driven down by him.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she had some difficulty in focusing them, but from her upside-down position, she could make out a pair of faces in the bunk. A boy and a girl-her son and her daughter, and they were staring entranced at their mother being fucked by her young and energetic lover!

But it was so slick inside her cunt, and her clitoris was being teased by every thrust of Blair's deep-burying prick, and she could not keep her ass from humping and wiggling to make it even better. So Charlotte closed her eyes again and concentrated upon screwing young Blair as best she could, fucking him with all the opulent riches of her mature body, pulling upon his cock and rolling it around the lascivious gripping of her sultry pussy.

"Fuck me!" she cried out, uncaring that others could see and hear. "Oh Blair, my love, my darling-fuck me-fuck-me-fuck me fuck me!"

His mouth found hers; their teeth raked, and their gasping breaths blended; their tongues slid wetly around each other, and Charlotte sucked his halfway down her throat as the wondrous feeling gathered in her belly, her groin, to race crazily and marvelously around in her vagina. Blair moaned with her, on her, in her-and their orgasms shook them in a simultaneous sharing that was all beauty and all ecstasy.

Drifting in a languid dream, Charlotte allowed her legs to slide from Blair's back, but her feet moved to caress the backs of his knees, and to slide down along the calves of his legs before they relaxed upon the carpeting. Deep within her vagina, she felt the slow pulsing of his prick, and knew the absorbing ripple of her cunt walls as the semen flooded slick and heavy against them.

He kissed her ear, and dipped the end of his tongue into it. Shuddering, Charlotte rolled her tits against his hairless chest, and her pelvis made slow sweet motions against his. She ran her fingertips over his shoulders, his back, down to the sleek and modeled cheeks of his boyish ass. Stroking into his crack, she felt the springy hairs around his anus, the little ridge that ran on down and into his testicles. So sweet, she thought; so completely wonderful. She felt sorry for any woman who had never been so thoroughly, so utterly, fucked.

Reality came back around her; she knew the splash of light upon her eyelids, and the withdrawal of Blair's cock, the lifting of his dear weight from her reluctant body. She felt the wetness of her vulva, the little sticky trail that Blair's penis left across the inside of her thigh.

And Charlotte realized that she was lying nude upon the floor of the house car, that her son and her daughter had been watching every ardent detail of the screwing she had just had, and that very probably her lover's mother had also been an interested spectator of the action.

Drawing her legs together, Charlotte sat up, one hand instinctively going to cover her breasts, the other dropped to her lap, so that her pubic mound might be hidden. She knew it was silly, that everything had already been seen, but she couldn't help herself.

Blushing, she chanced a quick look at the bunk where Jan and Duncan had been, but the curtains were drawn. She could hear the rapid and sliding sounds of flesh in flesh, a gasping and panting that rose from the hidden bed. Charlotte bit her lips and knew that her son and her daughter were behind those curtains, just an arm's length away, and that they were screwing each other.

"Hey," Elena Chapman said from the other bunk as Blair went into the bathroom. "Hey, girl-that was some performance you put on. I can see why Blair digs you so much. You are some fine piece of ass, and so beautiful, too. You and my boy really fuck up a storm, as they say."

Charlotte swallowed. Elena was sitting on the edge of the bed, nakedly unconcerned, her lovely blonde body exposed from the pointed tips of her breasts to the curly fleece of her crotch. "I-I guess that's a compliment. I just got kind of carried away, after watching Blair do it to you from behind like that. It turned me on so much that I-I just didn't care who was around; I had to have him, right then and right there."

Elena fingered her nipples and smiled. "Yeah-ain't that dog fashion screwing a blast? I don't mean for a steady thing, but for a lowdown change. Haven't you tried it yet?"

Shaking her head, Charlotte said, "N-no, I haven't." She got off the floor and found the shortie nightgown on her own bunk. Before she could slip it over her head, Elena was there beside her, taking it from her hand.

"Don't hide all that," Elena said. "Relax, dear-there's a lot still ahead of us; the night is young, and so are our lovers."