Chapter 20
Mark drove the rest of the afternoon, and Jan sat up front to keep him company. The countryside was changing, mellowing into softer hills, easier distances that seemed to welcome the house car with offerings of flowers and green canopies, with gentle winds and cooling sips of air.
Maybe it was because everything seemed beautiful now, Charlotte thought, because they carried their world with them, this population of six happy people. But the day was lovely, and the skies clear, but for designs of fluffy clouds.
"I never thought I'd say this," Elena said from the converted table seat, "but I have to rest up every once in awhile, between bouts with the boys-or the girls, as the case may be. And I see the boys getting that gleam in their eyes, so if you all will excuse me, I think I'll go join Jan and Mark up front. But I'll be hot to trot again, after dinner tonight, so that's fair warning, kids."
Charlotte smiled after her friend as Elena ducked through the curtain. The bus rocked around a curve, and she looked over at the boys sitting on the bed across the way. They were cast from the same mold, she thought-tanned and bronze and treasures to behold; handsome and slim and youthfully sensuous, climbing toward the very peak of their sexual prowess.
She thought she knew what they were building up to: another weird experiment. "Something new, boys?" she asked.
"Yeah, mom," Duncan answered. "Blair and I thought-since you swung so well with us last time when we all got together-we thought you might take us on again."
Blair came over and touched her cheek. She caught his hand and planted a kiss in the palm. "Something a little different, Mrs. Mason, darling. You're such a sexpot, we thought we'd try it on you first, then my mother. It might be awhile before Jan can pitch into this bag, but I'm sure she'll try, later on."
"I'm sure she will," Charlotte said, unable to Imagine what could be new, other than changes of positions. There was, she thought, a switch on what she and Elena had done with Mark earlier in the day. The boys could take turns on her, one taking a few strokes into her willing sheath, then the other, until they had both come. That would be a new twist, and definitely exciting.
Rising, she slipped out of her robe, more than happy to show her body to the boys, to Blair Chapman and her son. They hurried out of their jeans and tee shirts, and their nude bodies were things of great beauty, the focal points for both, their long, slim pricks. They were like statues of early Roman gods, but with their greatest truths exposed, their beautiful cocks so firmly modeled and shapely.
"I'll he down," Duncan said, and stretched himself on the bunk bed, legs open and his penis standing straight up. "You come over and climb on top of me, mom. Every time I even see your great pussy, I almost come all over myself. Just let me get this prick into it again, and we'll fuck slow and easy, so Blair can join in."
"Anything you say, dear." Charlotte strolled over to the bunk and accepted a quick lass from Blair before she climbed onto the mattress and kneeled there.
Positioning herself with one knee on each side of her son's lovely body, Charlotte reached down to take his prick in one hand, to fondle it while her other hand caressed his balls. The head of his slim cock was turning slippery with pre-seminal fluid, and felt both rigid and pliable, with that peculiar consistency of the penis.
Duncan lifted both hands and took her breasts in them, felt the mounds and fingered the nipples. "Wow, mom-you've got the greatest tits in the world. I really dig them. And your cunt; those shiny black hairs and the red lips-it's really beautiful."
Charlotte lowered her ass and guided the head of her son's cock into her mound, set the blunt, sticky end into the depths of her pubic hair, fitted it to the kiss of her labia. Tenderly, lovingly, she gave a slow twist that settled her pussy onto his penis, and as she let her lower body down, Duncan's prick slid up into her hotly welcoming slit, spreading the lips and penetrating deeply up into her vagina.
The cheeks of her ass came down upon his thighs, his crotch; she felt the fleecy sac of his testicles against her puffy labia, and the sweet, thin length of his adorable cock was buried in her, locked into her slick cavity as it always should be.
Concentrating upon giving her son all the sensuous thrills that were possible to her, Charlotte had practically forgotten Blair. But when she looked up, he was standing close to the bed, fondling his stiff cock and rolling his hips in a lascivious motion.
He would take Blair's place soon, she thought, grinding her own pelvis against that of her son's, hiking the cheeks of her ass while Duncan played with her tits and slipped his hard rod up and down inside the clenching grip of her cunt.
She lay flat upon Duncan then, kissing his open mouth, taking his tongue into her mouth to suck upon it, feeling the raking of his teeth across hers, the delicious crushing of her tits against his muscled chest. Duncan stroked it up into her pussy, whispering into her throat what a hot, tight, beautiful pussy she had, telling her over and over how he loved her cunt, how he worshiped her lush body. And all the while, he was feeding that young, stiff prick into her vagina, sliding it over her vibrant clitoris, and it was all so wonderful.
From far off, Charlotte felt the bed sag with Blair's added weight, but her entire body was dedicated to fucking her lovely son, to riding sex-ily up and down upon the up-thrust pole of his organ, and she did not think any more of it. Blair would wait his turn, but first she had to milk the ejaculation from Duncan.
It wasn't to be, yet. Charlotte felt Blair's hands upon her slowly grinding ass, the caress of his knowing hands over her cheeks and up along her back, and even down under her belly as he also felt of Duncan's oily rod.
Then she knew another touch, a gently, probing touch of warm meat that inched into the cleft between her buttocks. It prodded tenderly against her anus, and suddenly she knew what her lovers had in mind for her, and for their own enjoyment. For just the shocked fragment of a second, Charlotte stiffened, jolted to the straight-laced core of her being at the idea.
Then the new knowledge, the new morality, came to her rescue, and she relaxed. This was only another form of loving, she realized, only one more offering of love, and she remained quietly docile as Blair Chapman pushed the head of his greased cock against her hole. Because she was relaxed, because she wasn't afraid, the head of that young prick slowly penetrated into her ass.
She was a virgin there; nothing had ever slid up into that narrow sleeve, and she was happy that her first young lover was enjoying her in this fashion. There was only a slight twinge of pain, then an easy stretching of the flesh, and a sensation like no other as the slim prick worked delicately up into her ass to its root. His balls came up against her lower cheeks, came against the sac upon which her labia rested, Blair's balls snugging to Duncan's balls.
Charlotte had one cock buried in her ass, and one cock clamped into her pussy. She was filled with the lovely meat, packed with beautiful pricks, and she loved them, loved them. Slowly and with care, she moved her lower body; her son's prick slid around in her pussy; Blair's prick backed partly out of her ass.
Experimenting, she found the motion then, discovered the stroke that would thrill herself and both of them. They helped by shortening their thrusts, by working their cocks gently in response. In and out, up and down, and the sensation that was building within Charlotte Mason was something enchanted, a feeling purely hedonistic, for now she was only herself, grinding and humping to get all she could from the rigid staffs all slidy within her cavities.
"Oooh!" she groaned, and both boys responded by shoving their pricks full length in her fevered flesh. "Ahh," she said, and they drew back for another lunge.
Twisting, hunching, she rode the marvelous rods that teased her ass, her clitoris. She backed and rotated, rose and fell, and when Duncan let go his load into the steaming confines of her cunt, Charlotte accepted the showering of his semen as an offering, but she kept moving upon his prick.
"Great, great," Blair gasped behind her, his hands around to cup her dripping pussy, to caress Duncan's stilled balls. "Oh, darling, you're so tight in there, just like a hot, long hole that keeps sucking on my prick. Ahh, sweet Mrs. Mason-ah, my lovely bitch woman-I'm coming, I'm coming..."
His geyser of hot juices made her anus more slippery, filled it with a soapy liquid that made his cock slip back and forth easier. She felt his balls flex against the cheeks of her ass as he pumped the spurts of his love into her bowels.
It was much too much for any woman to withstand. Quivering and moaning, she rolled her ass, ground her pelvis, and felt the terrific thunder of her orgasms unleash itself. Because of the cock buried in her ass, the cock stuffed into her vagina felt even better, larger, rounder, and her clitoris expanded violently, vibrated in the glorious ecstasy of complete release, overwhelming gratification. Charlotte came, and came, and came-wave after wave of rapture flooding outward from her cunt, outward from her ass, racing over her body, and turning every fevered inch of her skin into a receiver of happiness.
"Ummm," she murmured, and her son's tongue slid into her open lips to comfort her. Inside her body, the twin pricks moved, but very slowly, very gently, disengaging themselves from their wet and trembling holes.
Limply, used up for the moment, her flaccid body was moved by many hands, and she was turned onto her back to allow Duncan to move from beneath her. Charlotte fought the idea of fainting, although the fucking she'd just had was threatening to drift her far off into that never-never land of sweetly sensual perfection.
'That was far out," her son said. "Man-I could feel your cock meet mine, with that little piece of meat in between them. And when she shook it, it was like I was fucking her in the pussy and up her ass at the same time."
Blair said, as she listened with closed eyes, "It's really different in there-tighter than Jan's cunt, and deeper. Those cheeks up against my belly-and wow! You ready to change over now?"
"Sure," Duncan said. "Now you screw my mother's good pussy while I climb on her ass. We'll make it a good one, man."
Blinking, Charlotte felt herself being handled again, being used as only a body, but a body that could give these wonderful boys a tremendous amount of sexual gratification, a cunt and tits and ass and legs-yes, and a mouth, if they desired it. It was hot for them and bubbly inside for them, and now they would be stroking into each other's semen, sliding through each others boiling releases in different places.
Head lolling, Charlotte took up the same position she'd poised in before, her wet crotch against the uplifted head of Blair's cock, her tilted ass the target for Duncan's prick. Blair shoved in first, his still swollen cock going right up into her cunt without hesitation, because it was so sudsy inside, because his staff was oiled with the juices he'd let go earlier.
And her son's penetration was much easier than his friend's had been, for the same reasons. Charlotte gave a little groan as he worked his staff up into her anus, because there was soreness there.
"Am I hurting you, mom?" he asked anxiously.
"N-no," she whispered, "I'll be all right."
And she would, in time; she would stretch back there, so that a cock shoved into her ass would not pain in any fashion, but would only be another way of receiving, and giving, love.
"Fuck me, boys," she said. "Fuck me a long time, strong and deep. I love you both so much. I love your young pricks in me, in my ass, in my cunt. I want you to screw me to your heart's content, this way, and any other way you may want to try. I'll eat you, and fuck you, and take both those sweet cocks into me at once-like this, or the other way we tried."
Duncan pushed it all the way home, and his sac pressed to her crotch from behind. She was strong again, recovered once more, and now ready to screw the rest of the day. "You're so great, so beautiful. I'd rather fuck you than do anything else in the world, mom. And I'll do it all for you, too-anything, everything. You just tell me what, and I'll do it."
And from beneath her body, with his strong penis crammed all the way up into her lathered pussy, Blair Chapman said, "That goes for me, too. I love you, Mrs. Mason, darling. I love my mother, and it's like Dune says-fucking your own mother is the greatest, but you're my second mother, so you're wonderful, too. And Jan-she's both girl and sister to us both, so we've got it made."
Screwing them with a languorous motion, fucking slowly and with passionate dedication, Charlotte digested that knowledge as her body was devouring their pricks. They had it made, all of them-she and Elena and Jan, Duncan and Blair and Mark.
They were three females and three males, and with that number of truly unselfish, highly sensuous people, not one of them jealous of another, they had it made. There were so many variations they could use, so many changes they could make among themselves-man and boy and woman; woman and woman and boy; girl and man and woman-on and on, until the possibilities were exhausted. Then they could simply start all over again.
Charlotte knew with a sudden clarity that these boys fucking her now would grow up, that they would marry other women. She realized that her baby girl would also discover love with another man, as yet unknown.
But that was only as it should be. And with the hold they had upon each other, nobody would go away; they would only bring home their wives and husband, to become a part of the family.
Until then, she and Elena and Mark could screw each other, and indulge in so-called forbidden sex with their offspring, giving all and sharing all.
When the circle expanded, they would all be more prepared for it, more ready to accept others into the nirvana they had built for themselves, so rich, so sultry, so developed.
For now, they had each other. For now, Jan and Elena were out there with Mark, while Blair and Duncan were in here with Charlotte. She rolled her ass, did Charlotte Mason, and drew tightly with her vagina.
They fucked.