Chapter 7
The rest of the school day seemed to pass very slowly for the kids—and time was dragging on in the same snail's pace for their mom and dad, too.
Although it hadn't been easy, Jack and Lorraine had done no further fucking or sucking after they had decided that they would put on a show for the kids' benefit.
It was difficult and frustrating because the more that they thought about it and planned the performance, the hotter and hornier they both became—especially since they were lounging around the house naked.
Yet, paradoxically, the prospects that were making them so randy precluded their own satisfaction, for the time being, since it was necessary for Jack to maintain a high degree of sexual vigor for after school.
How truly terrible it would have been if the stage had been set, the players in place and the teenaged audience in position and Jack, due to previous over usage, couldn't get a stiff prick or refill his balls.
At three o'clock, they went up to the bedroom, leaving the door open just enough so that either—or both—of their children could get a clear view into the room, but wouldn't be exposed, themselves.
They sprawled out naked on the bed and commenced some mild foreplay, kissing and cuddling. Jack fingered Lorraine's cunt to get it juiced up and she played with his prick just enough to make it big and hard.
He nursed on her nipples a bit and then she gave the head of his cock a soft sucking, still being careful not to overdo it and make him cream. As lovely as it was to have him hose her with a hot mouthful of spunk, she knew it would be even better when one of their kids was looking in, watching her swallow his cum.
Soon his prick began to buck alarmingly in her lips, jerking her blonde head around on the end of that iron-hard prick.
Is he thinking about me sucking off the milkman—or Nancy going down on him? Lorraine wondered, as Jack grimaced and humped into her head.
But when some pre-cum started to slime out onto her darting lapper, she heeded the warning and took her mouth off his cock, preserving his load for the performance.
Jack groaned, but understood her reasoning. He, too, knew it would be greater thrill to squirt his fuck-juice into Lorraine with the kids spying.
He slid down the bed and began to do some tongue work, in turn, licking her perfumed pussy lightly and lovingly, making it steamy and sodden, but not doing the steady job that would bring her off.
Lorraine signaled a caution as her cunt began to surge towards a crest. Jack gave her a last lick and slid back up, as she went back down on him. Alternating, they were managing nicely to keep each other on the simmer, but not passing the boiling point.
Where in hell were the kids?
Lorraine was rising closer to a crest each time that Jack slurped in her cunt, and his cock was showing every indication of blowing off pretty soon. It would have been wiser not to continue the licking and sucking, to not even touch each other, until the kids got home. But how could they resist the urge, aroused as they were?
After a while, pausing to ingest a gooey glob of preliminary spunk from Jack's pisshole, Lorraine got up and moved to the window to look out and see if the children were coming down the street yet.
She didn't care which kid watched them fucking, horny young Ricky or nubile Nancy—although it would be best if they both played the peepers.
And, looking out, she was overjoyed to see that brother and sister were heading home together.
Ricky had been really uncomfortable through the rest of the day, following the fun in the library. Although he had emptied his balls off once, the circumstances had defeated the purpose. Remembering what he and his sister had done and looking forward to more naughty kicks, the potent young man was randy as a rutting moose.
It was the same for Nancy. Her cunt was so aroused that the aroma permeated the classroom and her crotch squished as she shifted at her desk. Had anyone noticed? She was so hot that she didn't really give a damn.
And, at long last, the final bell sounded.
Nancy found Ricky waiting by the front door, his books shielding his well-packed crotch.
He raised his eyebrows in questioning hope.
"Yeah, I still wanna do it," she assured him.
He grinned joyously and his books jumped as his rock-hard prick pulsed behind them, hidden from the passer-by like a lance behind a buckler.
"Where can we go, Sis?" he hissed.
"I've been thinking, big brother. If Mom and Dad ain't home, we can do it in my bedroom. But, anyway, there's a couch in the back of the garage. Ooooooh! I can't wait!" She licked her lips. "I'm glad I only let you fuck my tits, in the library—'cause now I got a mouthful to look forward to—and I owe you a blowjob, too!"
Ricky looked demented with desire.
So much blood had rushed into his hard-on that the virile youth was lightheaded with lust, dizzy with desire, all of his life force seemingly centered in his groin,
Nancy was every bit as eager, her nipples threatening to stab right through her sweater and her cunt smoldering like a caldron in her crotch.
They hurried home together, taking a short cut through the park, where they paused to kiss and feel each other up in the bushes.
Ricky opened her cardigan and sucked her tits, tasting the residue of his own congealed spunk, and Nancy slipped her hand down inside his pants and fondled the massive prick she was so hungry for.
It was tempting to suck him off right there in the bushes, but she knew it would be silly to start. There was always the chance that someone would wander along and interrupt them—and half a blowjob was worse than none at all, leaving his cock and her mouth both unfulfilled.
After a bit more tit-sucking and prick-fondling, she suggested that they had better go on home and finish their fun in the privacy of the garage.
Only it wasn't going to be so private.
Seeing the kids coming down the street, side by side, Lorraine was about to announce their impending arrival to her husband—then paused.
Something about their attitudes was distinctly engrossing, even suspicious. Lorraine knew all the signs of sexual arousal, to be sure, and she could see that her daughter was glowing radiantly with desire and then, as his school books slipped aside, saw that her son had a gigantic hard-on standing out in bas relief in the front of his pants.
Well, well, she mused.
Were those kids into something more naughty than just playing the peeper? she speculated.
She sure as hell hoped so!
Lorraine had really only intended to let them watch her and Jack fuck and suck, as if by accident. But if they were already fooling around together—well, who knew where that might lead, in the labyrinth of incest?
Ricky and Nancy reached the house and she saw the girl motion at Jack's car. Nancy whispered something and her brother nodded his compliance.
They turned and went into the garage together.
Lorraine grinned lasciviously as her fevered imagination danced in her mind. If her children were misbehaving, she had every right to know.
And it was more than maternal instinct.
"They comin' yet?" Jack asked, sprawling out under his towering prick.
Lorraine hesitated.
She supposed that Jack would be as enthusiastic as she was about family frolic, but she couldn't be sure. Although he was eager to let the kids watch them having licit, marital sex, there was just a chance that he might balk at actual incest—and there was no way that the wanton woman wanted to run the risk.
"Errrr—not yet, darling," she lied.
"Shit! I can't wait forever," he grumbled, pulsing his prick sinew and making his cock-knob throb and dribble out a wash of pre-cum.
"I'll—I'll just check downstairs, to make sure they aren't already home," she fabricated.
Jack showed no signs of doubting her statement.
He lay back with an impatient sigh, contemplating his cock, and Lorraine, still stark-naked, left the bedroom, ass swinging and tits hobbling.
She dashed downstairs and went through the kitchen, to the connecting door that led to the garage. Holding her breath, she opened that door very quietly—and had to stifle a gasp as she saw that her hopes had been answered.
The kids were starting to have fun in what they thought was the privacy of the garage.
And a fascinated mother was going to see it all.