Chapter 18
A man in each bed was the way to go, Charlotte thought, curled closely to Mark Travers, feeling snug and wanted and protected. The house car was a haven for her, for them all. Here society's rules did not count, and the only regulations to be obeyed were the constantly shifting blueprints of their sensual needs for each other.
If there were ever to be any thou-shalt-nots, she thought, they would be basic and simple: don't hurt anyone else; don't force or embarrass or demand. Love; accept; give. And always there would be the taking which was really a part of giving, and blessed were both.
Because he was deeply asleep and she did not want to awaken him, Charlotte moved her hand very softly across Mark's hairy chest while her nipples touched his shoulder blades from behind, and her furry mound pressed itself gently into his ass.
Ah, he had screwed her daughter until they could both screw no more. For the first time, Charlotte had seen little Jan fucked out, drained and spent and too tired to continue. Much of that had been due to the size of Mark's cock, she thought. It was so huge that every loving stroke of it disturbed a woman's clit and set her up for a series of multiple orgasms. They had reveled in each other's bodies, Mark and Jan, writhing and moaning and fucking as if neither had, ever experienced such rapture.
And perhaps neither had, Charlotte decided, remembering her first sex with her own son. That had been the wildest sensation she'd known, and probably something of the same had happened both to her lover and her daughter. Jan had stimulated herself by calling Mark daddy, by pretending she was being fucked by her true father, and Mark had responded in land, rising to new heights as he laid his new daughter.
The entire tableau had been something out of the original Arabian nights-the tiny girl riding that big cock, the golden woman seated upon the man's face, and the woman, the girl, leaning toward each other and kissing, caressing. They had tied each other into the wet-wild blending of a triangle such as Charlotte hadn't imagined.
Squirming delicately to Mark, Charlotte imagined something of the same now. Did a woman do it to another woman the same way as a man might give oral gratification to a woman? There must be some kind of different excitement to it, some sort of bizarre thrill that caused a woman to even want to have it done, or to do it herself.
Charlotte eased forward just enough so that she could kiss the edge of Mark's hair. Strange to be even considering such a thing, a homosexual liaison with Elena, or-or Jan. Only a few days ago, she would have run screaming from even the merest hint of such depravity. Now she had no idea as to what act might be depraved. If any kind of sexual joining was pleasurable to both parties-or however many were involved-how could that be wrong? Whose standards set the norm?
If she were to make love to Elena Chapman, or if little Jan crawled into her bed, no member of their brave new world would criticize; more-likely, if one of them was moved to join in, that one would, and be accepted by the others.
No jealousy, Charlotte thought; that was the key to the entire thing, the fact that nobody here was possessive of anyone else, and nobody tried to stop another person from doing anything wanted. If all loved and all were loved, how could there be jealousy?
Sighing, she rolled away from Mark Travers. It was difficult for her to sleep for more than an hour or so at the time, but she realized she hadn't had a drink since early in the evening, and that she no longer seemed to need liquor, in order to function within her new and non-inhibited society. All she had to do was let herself go,, allow her id to roll free, and that was a fine high in itself.
Gingerly, Charlotte moved away from Mark and eased her feet off the bunk. She found robe and slippers, and drifted silently down through the house car, careful not to bump anything. She heard a stirring in another bed, but it was dark, and she didn't remember who was sleeping with whom-Blair and Jan, or Duncan and Jan; Blair and his mother, or Duncan and Elena. It didn't really matter, since everyone was so happy.
Outside, she drew deep breaths of the cool night air, and looked at the stars. She caught a vagrant lass of perfume from some hidden flower, and the world seemed soft around her. Charlotte walked over to sit beneath a tree, to look back at the ungainly bulk of the van.
After awhile, she saw a small shadow detach itself from the larger one, and move directly toward her where she sat nearly hidden beneath the low sweeping branches of the fir tree. Jan? It had to be; the boys were much taller.
"Mom?"
"Right here, darling. Couldn't you sleep? Is anything wrong?"
The girl came closer. "Nothing wrong; just too stirred up for sleep, I guess. Wow; that was the craziest ever-screwing Mark and sharing him with Elena. Isn't he the most?"
"The most," Charlotte agreed. "And to think, if he hadn't cared enough to chase after us, we'd never have really gotten to know him, to have him in the family."
Jan sat down beside her mother. "Yeah, and how many guys have a prick that size? I mean, it's like screwing a post, only nicer and far more lov-mg.
Charlotte took her daughter's hand; it was so small, so warm and child-like. She was proud of her lovely, passionate child. "Then you approve of Mark being your new daddy?"
"Far out," Jan said, squeezing Charlotte's hand. "I dig that daddy thing; it must be kind of like the charge you and Dune get, screwing each other."
"I hope so, dear. I want you and Mark to get the most from your love."
Jan stroked her mother's arms. "It is love, isn't it? I mean, sex is groovy by itself, but when it's really love with it-it's something else, a real blast bigger than just fucking could be."
"I know what you mean," Charlotte said, and caressed her daughter's hair.
Jan sighed and moved closer. She had on a light robe, Charlotte saw, and in the faint moonlight that was just then beginning to penetrate through the trees, she could also see a flash of young, smooth body that made her realize again just how lovely Jan was. Both boys and Mark were very lucky, to enjoy a girl so sweet and warm. They were all lucky, being basically so highly charged, having such powerful sexual quotients. If Jan had inherited her father's characteristics, she'd be back in the city, left out of all this pleasure, this growing.
"It's so wonderful," Jan said, "that I just can't let go of it. I guess that's why I can't sleep."
"It's the same with me," Charlotte murmured, feeling her daughter's head come to rest upon her shoulder.
Jan's soft lips brushed her cheek, trailed along the cheekbone, tingled over her chin, then closed upon Charlotte's own lips. It didn't seem at all strange to be holding Jan, to be kissed on the mouth by her; it was a little different for Jan to hold a kiss so long, and to be moving her lips that way.
An electric jolt struck through Charlotte as the tip of Jan's tongue probed her lips, and as Charlotte opened her mouth to gasp in shock, her daughter's tongue slipped inside. Tiny, sweet; hot and wet and tantalizingly avid, Jan's tongue explored Charlotte's mouth, fondling her mother's tongue, touching the roof of the mouth and feeling along the ridges of the teeth, knowing the slippery caress of Charlotte's inner cheeks.
Their breaths mingled, blended, and Jan's was spiced with a new wild excitement, an oddly burning flavor. Charlotte found herself stroking her daughter's back, running her hands down to the slim, lovely hips and back up along the curve of the spine again.
Another shock hit her, for Jan had slipped her hands beneath the robe and was cupping the heavy mounds of Charlotte's firm breasts. The nipples immediately leaped erect, and a shiver vibrated through her as the girl fondled and teased them with softly knowing fingertips. "B-baby," Charlotte managed, tearing her mouth away. "Oh Jan-please don't-n-no, dear-it's-it's just not-"
"Not what, mother?" Jan's fingers were strongly upon Charlotte's breasts, holding fiercely to them. "Not being done-not right? It's right for us, if we want it-and we want it, darling; we really want it."
Shuddering, Charlotte could say no more, and soon her hands were also lifting and slipping over the satiny warm skin of the girl, rising to find the delicious little budding tits that were almost all nipple. Charlotte had never fondled another woman's breasts before, and she was startled to discover the tactile thrills they gave her.
Jan's small breasts felt wondrously shaped, and the large nipples gave hint to the mounds that would grow ripely beneath them in time. She was so sleek, so velvety, and Charlotte caressed the entire upper body, relearning her daughter's torso by touch, teasing herself as well as the girl.
Jan responded in kind, sliding those tiny hands to embrace the hips, to fondle slowly and finger-trailing over her mother's belly, to reach around so that she could teach herself the shapings of the upper buttocks, the indentation of the muscled flesh along the spine.
Then Jan was kissing Charlotte's throat, nipping the trembling flesh lightly between her teeth, darting the end of that tongue along the collarbone, touching it thrillingly into the hollow at the base of the throat. When the girl's eager face worked down into the valley between Charlotte's aching tits, Charlotte moaned aloud, and pressed her daughter's head tightly to her breasts.
Hotly, damply, Jan's lips closed over a nipple, and the girl licked daintily, exquisitely, upon it. Slowly then, her lips opened wider and wider, until she tried to pull her mother's entire breast into her mouth. What would not be sucked inside that delicate mouth was worried with small, sharp teeth. Lingeringly, the girl worked first upon one breast, then changed to the other one, dividing her devotions while Charlotte's hips writhed and she was coming to know that steamy dampness within her labia.
But when Jan lowered her head to lass down the rib cage and to lick across Charlotte's upper belly, Charlotte urged the girl back up, and stilled Jan's murmured protests with a long, deep kiss.
"Let me," she whispered to her lovely, squirming daughter, "let me be the first."
And as Jan fell slowly back, her chin lifting and her throat shining silver in the moonlight, Charlotte began her own languid caresses with a mouth that threatened to go dry any moment Jan's skin was fresh tasting, faintly perfumed with the flavors of the girl herself, so young and provoking.
Charlotte licked the tip of her tongue into the shallow valley between the girl's nubile breasts, moving it from side to side to sample the small hillocks before shifting to tease a rigid nipple. Kissing, licking, she fondled breasts and belly and flesh and hips, and when she started to stuck lusciously upon Jan's titty tip, the girl panted and wiggled in a sensuous rhythm of legs and arms and sweet, tight ass.
Jan arched her back, and her taut belly lifted when Charlotte kissed it, when she drew the length of her tongue across it, to then find the dimple of the navel and tease it with the end of her loving tongue.
"Oh-oh, mom!" Jan hissed, and it was almost as If she was in pain, but Charlotte understood the sharpness of rapture that could border upon agony, and thrust her tongue deeper, bottoming the belly button and biting gently upon the ring of scented flesh around it.
She could smell the spicy odor of the pubic mound, that lightly-haired mount of Venus fleeced so attractively with soft, curly hair. It was only a shadow now, the furry vee spangled by starlight, the lax thighs opened for the ultimate caress, and the flawless skin was lustrous, heightened by the brushing of moon-silver.
Charlotte eased her face farther down, and her hands worked over to cup the svelte cheeks of the girl's diminutive ass. Then the delights of the young cunt were open to her, and she went longingly into them with her lips. Jan's labia were narrow, but pulsing with life and an eagerness that could be felt, and Charlotte licked blissfully up and down them, feeling the flexing and rolling of the girl's ass in her palms, knowing the uptilting of the pelvis that lifted and opened the darling little pussy.
Kissing its vibrant slit, Charlotte inserted her tongue, then swelled and thickened it as she thrust it deeply into the wet, hot sheathing. Jan's tight pussy seemed to expand, to develop a sudden suction, and when the girl rolled her ass, the lips of her cunt slid moist and searing across Charlotte's mouth and chin.
Turning her head, Charlotte rubbed her cheek into that sweet and appetizing pussy, enjoying the slippery caress of hairs and lips, of crotch and inner thighs. Then she turned back to mouth that dainty cave, to lick into it and nibble it, to bring her thumbs around beneath the girl's shuddering ass so that she could push up the labia and open the center gate for withdrawal of the perfumed juices that were cooking below.
Dipping into the puckered lips, Charlotte began to suck, to alternate long thrusts of her tongue with a pulling, chewing movement that had Jan fondling her mother's head and moaning as she twisted and bucked gently.
"Ooohh! Ah, do it to me, darling-oh yes, like this and like that. So good-so very good. Uh-uh-uh!"
And Charlotte had the clitoris, that small but opulent bit of sensitivity that was the center of Jan's responses, and she sucked it against her teeth, burrowed her chin deeper into the shivering cunt lips so that she could at last take hold of the little nubbin with her teeth. Holding it fast, rolling it tenderly, she sucked in and relaxed, pulled in and pushed it out, and Jan was going insane with the ecstasy of the motions.
"Do it to me, mother! Oh-eat me, eat me. Oooh! I'm on fire, and my cunt's going to explode ... ah-uh-uh-uh-do it-suck me-oooo! I'm-I'm coming, c-coming!"
Jan hunched to Charlotte's face and ground her steaming cunt into the mouth and teeth that were making the magic; her belly bucked and the sleek little ass leaped in Charlotte's hands. She could feel the ripple of muscles within her daughter's flexing pussy, and knew the additional softening, the extra release of oils that told her that Jan was experiencing an orgasm. Jan's fingers were clawed into her mother's hair, and she rotated her belly, ground and pumped her crotch, into Charlotte's ardent face, screwing it with a vital fury that was almost overwhelming.
Then she groaned and went limp, her ass relaxing, her belly falling back and away from Charlotte's mouth. Planting a final series of kisses over the lathered mound, over the heaving belly, Charlotte worked her way back up the supine body, bestowing each caress with adoration. The small but shapely tits were licked and loved, the satin column of throat, the perfect curve of a cheek, and then the accolade of the mouth.
Jan stirred then, sighed and returned the fondling of the tongue, breathing deeply and slowly into her mother's mouth, and at last she drew back to murmur, "Out of sight. I never knew it could be that crazy, that wild. It was like I was being swallowed up, but like I was also drifting out there in space somewhere. I wasn't me, but somebody who was just a part of somebody else-a piece of you, mom. But that wasn't bad, because you were a part of me, too-I mean, your mouth was an extension of my pussy, and your face was more of my belly, and-oh, I don't know. It's so difficult to put into words."
Charlotte cuddled the fairy-like body to her own, and realized that her own thighs were as wet as Jan's, that her love juices had come flooding out when the girl reached a climax. She felt closer to her daughter than she had ever imagined was possible.