Chapter 12

She was coming to town that evening, so we all scurried around the house, tidying it up, getting things ready for her. Maman spent the morning in the kitchen, making stuffed crabs and crayfish bisque. There was wine chilled and salad vegetables waiting to be chopped.

I don't know which of us was more uptight, me or dad. He had a couple of drinks in the afternoon, and I sipped a glass of vin rogue which didn't help much. Claire and maman seemed to accept the visit pretty calmly, but I was plenty on edge. Of course, maman and dad would really have to handle everything, break the ice and bring our sexual communion out into the open. Mom wouldn't be listening much to my sister and me-not at first.

Maybe she would be feeling peculiar, too, bringing her lover into her own family circle, and I began to wonder if she shouldn't leave Mr. Labas somewhere, at least for awhile. But all of us knew she was swinging with him, I decided, so why shouldn't mom be out front about it?

The door buzzer sounded, and dad slopped some of his drink over the rim of his glass. I jumped, too, but Claire made a face at me while maman went to answer the door. Both our women looked nothing but terrific; Claire was decked out in a plain white dress that called attention to her tan and made her look even younger than she was, if you didn't see the slidy look in her eyes, or if you didn't notice the way her slim hips gyrated. Maman was in a hostess gown of red and black; its vee neck plunged so low that I thought one of her tits might pop out at any moment, and the only thing I had against the dress that clung to her hips and brought out the swell of her hips is that it didn't show off those long, sleek legs. But when she moved to the stairs, I changed my mind about that, because there was a slit in one side of the skirt that gave a tantalizing glimpse of golden thigh. Maman knew what she was doing, all right; she could turn on any guy who had meat between his legs, even if he didn't have the balls to go with it.

My mother came up the steps first, wearing a pants suit of pale pink that set off her dark hair and snugged her big, solid breasts. It molded to the shifting of her rounded hips and to her ripe thighs. I found myself staring at her crotch, where the woven material seemed to outline the shaping of her mound.

"Greg-how nice to see you." Her voice was brittle, and sounded as if she'd been practicing to keep it neutral. She shook hands with my dad, and stooped to take little Claire in her arms. As she and my sister were kissing, I looked past her to where Lucien Labas was standing uncertainly, uncomfortably.

He was tall and dark, with slim hips and good shoulders. He had long, wavy brown hair and a moustache, and he looked as if he would like to be anywhere but right here. Then I stepped up to my mother and was swept against her. She kissed my cheek and held me very close, and I luxuriated in the cushiony feel of her fabulous tits as they crushed against me, and in the light kiss of her thighs.

"Johnny-I swear you've grown a couple of inches. But you haven't been out in the sun much. Is maman keeping you in the house?"

Oh wow! Grown a couple of inches, and maman keeping me in the house! Claire couldn't choke back a giggle, and I could have mashed her, but I was having trouble keeping my own laughter under control and pressed myself close to my mother's lushly captivating body. Maybe my cock started to lift a little, or I hugged her too close, moving my chest back and forth against the hidden caress of those fantastic nipples. Whatever, she suddenly pulled back and looked at me a little strangely, so I had to mumble something and step back.

Dinner was strained at first, everyone a little too polite with each other, and nothing really being said, but the excellent food and the outstanding wines softened all that. Lucien Labas saw that my father wasn't going to cause any kind of scene, and relaxed, basking in the attention maman gave him, and the breathless kind of adoration my sister was lavishing upon him. Any dude would expand under such attention, and Lucien was no exception.

Mom seemed to ease up some, too, and dad was well on the way to getting smashed, but handling it just fine. I saw Claire jump up to serve Lucien some more bisque, leaning over his shoulder to do so, and I knew she was giving him a rub with her firm little tit, by the expression on his face. He could have been getting some delicate knee brushings from maman under the table, too. Our women were setting up Mr. Labas, and doing a good job of it. I kind of envied him for what he was going to get from them both.

Of course, the main thing was mom and dad, and by mutual consent we let them slip off into the living room alone, to discuss their problem.

Maman pressed more wine upon Lucien, and Claire asked him questions about mod music; surprisingly, he knew a lot about it. Quietly, I drifted away from the table and down the hallway toward my own room, leaving our guest to the debauched mercies of my grandmother and kid sister. I was much more interested in what was going on between my mother and father.

So I tippy toed down the hall and listened at the far end of the living room, at the door which led off into the master bedroom. I heard his low voice rumbling, and mom's surprised gasp. I don't know what he was saying to her just then, but it must have shocked the hell out of her. Her feet slammed against the floor and she came boiling around the door to bang into me.

"J-Johnny-what-"

"Take it easy, mom," I said. "Give him a chance."

"You don't know what your father-what he-or maybe you do. John Wilson, do you know that your father is carrying on an affair with-with my own mother?"

I had both hands on her upper arms. They felt warm and smooth. "Yes," I said, figuring he hadn't gotten around to telling her everything yet. "So what's wrong with that? I mean, if you and Lucien can swing, why not dad and maman? But that's not why they did it, to get back at you. They dig each other, and the sex they share."

Her eyes were wide and her red mouth open. "You're only-only fourteen years old, Johnny. How can you-"

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm no cherry now, mom. I know just about all there is to know about sex. I know because-well, because maman taught me."

I swear that her face went white, and she swayed against me. Her mouth worked, but no words came out, and I don't know what the hell I would have done with her just then, but dad came up behind her and took her arms from the back.

"Into your room," he said, pushing her, and I got the door open, then closed behind us as he shoved her down onto the bed. Glaring down at mom, he said, "Desiree, don't be a complete ass. Yes, your husband and your son have been screwing your mother, and we'll continue to do so.

Mom's eyes were kind of wild, and she said between clenched teeth: "I-I can't take hold of all this. I don't believe it. You, Johnny-and oh! What about my little daughter? What about little Claire?"

He moved to the bed and stood over her. "Claire is a marvelous, sexy piece of ass. Johnny and I can both swear to that."

I thought she was going to faint. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she put her hand to her mouth and rocked weakly. Then dad must have seen what he did, the scream gathering in her throat, because he threw himself on her and clamped a big hand over her mouth.

"Don't yell, Desiree. Damn you, don't try to scream. If you do, I'll just have to knock hell out of Lucien when he comes busting in here."

She wasn't listening. She pulled at his hand and kicked, struggling with dad, fighting him. I just stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do, upset because things didn't seem to be working out the way we had hoped. But dad was pissed, and determined to show her he had changed completely, and I guess he was remembering his promise to me, too.

"Johnny," he rasped. "Get her legs."

"Her legs?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah." He ripped away at her blouse, and the whole damned thing tore apart. Her big breasts sprang out, still fettered by her bra, but dad soon fixed that. He jerked that into pieces, too, still holding one hand locked across her straining mouth.

I just stared at those glorious tits, at the soft, round shape of them jiggling and bouncing in pale enticement, at their dark ruby nipples so big and delicious looking. Then I realized what he had in mind. One or both of us would fuck my mother, whether she liked it or not. It was going to be a rape.

So I wedged myself between her knees and hooked my thumbs into the top of her slacks. She was kicking so hard that it was a rough job getting them down over her arching hips, but I managed. She was clawing at dad and he had to hunch his face away from her nails, which gave me a chance to snatch down her nylon panties.

Damn! I almost creamed all over myself just at the first sight of my mother's glorious pussy, that close up. Man, did she have hair on it! It was black and fluffy and hung down two or three inches from her pouting mound, completely hiding the lips of her cunt.

There was also a delicate scattering of hair along the insides of her maturely rounded thighs, and more of the appealing fur that marched up from the abundant richness of her cunt to her dimpled belly button. So much intriguing hair, and it looked impossibly soft, the color of midnight, glistening black, beckoning black; I wanted to bury my face in it.

But mom heaved, and dad had to use both arms to hold her down. He hissed it at me: "Go ahead, boy-go ahead! Get it into her, shove it right on into that pussy you've always dreamed about. Put your big prick into your mother's hot cunt, drive it all the way to the balls!"

I shuddered, wanting it so badly, but I hesitated. "Dad-what about him, about Lucien?"

He wrapped one arm around her waist, pinning her arms behind her back, holding that massive hand over her mouth so that she could only pant through her nostrils and roll her eyes wildly. "Him? Damn it, Desiree, hold still! Lucien is probably being well taken care of by Terese and Claire by now-if he isn't some kind of fool. Go ahead, Johnny."

I trembled out of my pants and dropped them. Mom was squirming so fiercely that I didn't dare take time to pull them completely off. I was there between her polished, ripe thighs, turning my hip to keep her from getting her legs closed, and as my prick leaped out hard and throbbing into my hand, I kept staring down at that profusely -haired pussy, fascinated by its shape and furriness, by the sweet fragrance that was rising from its hidden lips.

But rape my mother, fuck her when she didn't want it, force her to screw me? I bit my lips, and somehow, as if it had a life of its own, my swollen cockhead pushed out, reached forward so that it could nestle its blunt and sticky tip into the wealth of that lavish hair. Once it touched those long, silken strands, I couldn't hold off any longer. A hot surge of need drove through me, and my prick jerked madly at this initial contact with the pussy I now realized that I craved and worshipped more than any other in the world.

Her belly lurched and she tried to wiggle back from the touch of my aching knob, but dad held her down, and now I put one hand upon her smooth, warm belly to help, to pin her quaking cheeks to the bed. Mom lifted her knees and flipped her legs around, trying to keep me from getting into that steaming, beautiful snatch, but it was too late to stop me.

"Fuck her," dad chanted, "cram that long cock into that hot cunt and fuck her as hard and as deep as you want to, boy. Get it into her, get it in!"

So I shoved, guided my hungry cockhead with my fingers, pushing the top into the marvelously thrilling wetness, down and down through the enchanted forest of that long, black hair until it found the palpitating lips of her forbidden cunt. My ass cheeks jerked then, squeezed together as I felt that impossibly stimulating slickness and the utter softness of her labia. This was the pussy; this was my deepest, darkest wish, to slide my hard prick into this special, precious hole and to know its wet caress.

"Arrghh!" my mother moaned through dad's fingers, and I saw her white belly ripple in supplication. Then the end of my bulb pressed between those rubbery, giving lips, and with a desperate, burrowing lunge, I forced the entire head inside them.

Spasms wracked my taut body as I experienced the full sweetness of her pussy, as my expanded cockhead slid greasily and strongly into the magic depths of her sizzling pussy. The walls of my mother's tremulous vagina closed around my shaft, slippery velvet, buttered silks, and there was a pulsing richness within her body, a superb lushness that closed in my stiff prick and welcomed it home.

Oh damn, damn! I almost shot my load right then, she was so ripely hot, so generously oiled inside. Mother's cunt was a priceless treasure, a swivelling, satin-lined sheath that fitted my buried cock with ultimate perfection, and with one more lunge, I buried my massive prick to the balls within its blazing clasp.

My balls came to rest within the thick wool of her crack; my pubic hairs snuggled down into her mossy forest, and my sweaty belly kissed her fevered skin. It was so wonderful that I thought I just couldn't breathe, that my entire body was about to shatter and fly off into space in hotly ejaculating little pieces.

I felt mom shudder deep within her body, a motion that flexed her encompassing pussy, that made it play little hidden fingers of juicy flesh around my embedded prick. I pushed some more, even though I was inside her to the hilt, but I had to slide her ass back on the bed so I could be more comfortable upon her, so that I might fuck this unbelievable pussy as it should be fucked.

Dad helped me by tugging on her waist, and together we shoved mom farther up on the bed so that I could get up there with her. I wouldn't have taken my prick out of that twitching cunt if my life depended upon it. I wanted to keep it there forever, to luxuriate in the vivid sensations it was creating along my entire shaft. She fell quiet then, her big, solid tits heaving up and down as she struggled for air, those dark, long nipples hardening and bobbing.

I worked both hands around so I could hold the cheeks of her ass, and they were spongy, sleek within my palms, against my fingertips; they were gorgeously rounded and so full, so giving and resilient. Her thighs were smooth against my hips, heated and elegant as I watched my prick back slowly out of the clinging grip of that opulent pussy. I could see the inflamed lips curling around my meat, see the cunt juices glistening along its veined length, and with a choked noise, I plunged it deeply again, rammed it to the bottom and felt the cockhead come up against her womb.

My mother shuddered again, as if some mighty engine was turning over in her belly, as if she had no control over its throbbing power. Her gorgeous pussy pulled upon my cock, its lining vibrant and caressing as the head of my iron-hard prick slid back and forth, as my massive shaft fondled her clitoris with each lingering stroke.

Dad said, "Damn!" and jerked his hand away from her mouth. But she didn't scream; she gasped for air and gave a twisting wrench of her pelvis that corkscrewed my shaft deeply inside her hole.

"G-Greg," she panted, her eyes closed and the lashes lying like rain clouds against the pale cheeks, "Greg, you bastard-get out of here. Please-get the hell out of here and leave us alone!"

He let her go, his bitten hand stuck in his mouth, his eyes excited and understanding at once, flicking down to where her pelvis was going ticktock against my buried cock, up at my flushed and intent face. "Okay, Desiree; this time."

Dad patted me on the naked ass when he went, and closed the door softly behind him. We were left alone, my mother and me, my joint locked into the slippery, provoking depths of her socket. Her eyes stayed closed, but her mouth was warm and spicy, breathing gustily up into my face.

"You-you were raping me," she murmured. "Your father was helping you to rape your own mother. And-oohh! What a prick you have, Johnny-oh, what a prick!"

I was stunned, not moving, just braced there between her lovely legs, my hard' cock stilled within her steaming pussy, holding to the modeled cheeks of her perfect ass.

"Well," she cried, "go ahead! Fuck me, Johnny Wilson-move that gigantic prick inside your mother's pussy and fuck me, fuck me!"

She rocked back on her shoulders and her arms slipped around my neck, pulling me down fiercely against the bouncy hills of her large breasts, reaching her hot mouth up to find my own. Her tongue raked wetly between my startled lips, across my teeth and the roof of my mouth.

It was slithering over my tongue, seeking and probing, and before I could even respond, she had sucked mine far back into her mouth, pulling hard upon it, trying to get it right down her throat. Down below, her hips rocked and she arched her back, bringing her beautiful legs up and up, until she could lock them across the small of my back.

With a grinding hunch, she wheeled her crotch into mine, straining hungrily to me, dragging her pussy back until only the flared edges of my cockhead were held within the grip of her hot labia. Then she drove it up at me, riding the length of my prick to its full length, and her damp cleft slapped against the dangling sack of my balls.

Man, oh man; I thought I had been fucked before, but it had been nothing like this, not even remotely close to this furious, convulsing kind of savage screwing. My prick bucked and turned as she raked the pulsing, suctioning sheath of her cunt over it, as she clamped and twisted and pulled, and all of it inside that lascivious, treasured cunt I had yearned for all my life.

"You-you darling boy!" she gasped. "Such a cock on my son, oh baby, baby-shove it to me, put all that wonderful meat to your mother, darling-ahh-fuck meahh, screw me-oh, oh, oh! I-I'm coming, coming, Johnny!"

I matched her stroke for driving, pistoning stroke, sledging my cockhead to the bottom with every lunge, axing it up inside that glorious, rippling pussy. It shut down on my prick, squeezed it, and I felt my own orgasm climbing swiftly behind my knees.

She bit my lips and clawed at the cheeks of my ass. Her legs twined around me like smooth serpents, trying to cram my prick impossibly deeper into her pitching body, turning her ass into a spiral that turned her boiling pussy into a tender vise. I stiffened out, digging my fingers into her resilient ass, churning my cock powerfully into that magic cunt.

Then it came pouring out of me, roaring out through the flexing head of my ecstatic prick, bubbling and leaping in a mad rapture as my balls flexed and strained to pump more semen. The thick syrup jetted far up inside my mother's receptive cunt, dousing her shivering vaginal walls with the slippery, greasy stuff, inundating her cervix and backing up like rich soup against the base of my thick shaft.

My head spun off somewhere, but the rest of me kept right on working. I continued to pump my pole into her buttery pussy, into that soapy, voluptuous snatch that was the most sensuous in the world, in the whole damned universe. Fucking her, sliding my shaft in and out of the loving grasp of her vagina, fondling the stilled cheeks of her shapely ass and reveling in the warm feel of her thighs, I screwed mom steadily.

Her legs slid down from my back, and she brought her thighs closer, forcing her clit to rub more against the length of my cock as it worked automatically, steadily within her body. My cunt, my pussy, I thought wildly; I had come from this pussy; it had been fucked a million times by my lucky father, and now I was fucking it, too; now I was rodding my swollen meat into her and making her come.

She trembled at my thrusts, her soft hands fluttering up and down my back now, moving from the sensitive nape of my neck all the way down my spine to linger in the crack of my moving ass. Her cunt had turned even richer with my semen inside it; her pussy was even hotter and slicker, and I rolled my belly against hers, loving the feel of her hair there, adoring the touch of more hairs inside her ripe thighs.

The moss of her mound was dripping now, turned sticky with the seepage of my come and her own inner lubrication. I kept sticking it to her, nuzzling my face down into the dusky valley of her magnificent breasts. Mom touched my head with her hands, and turned so that she could feed one stiff and throbbing nipple into my hungry mouth.

She tasted of wildfire, of ineffable sweetness, of musk and honey and warm bedsheets; she was flavored by warm, sweaty flesh and her own special perfume, and I wanted to swallow her right down. I licked that nipple like a starving puppy at a faucet of hot milk; I sucked on it and rolled it between my teeth, then dipped in my cheeks so that they could sample it, also.

And all the time, my prick was slipping in and pulling back out, pumping slowly and tenderly into the wet gloving of her oily notch. I needed to crawl right on up inside it, wanted to force my balls in behind my cock, then my knees, so I just let myself slip into that dripping darkness and have it close forever lovingly over me.

We fucked with easy rhythm, taking more time, being very good to each other.

When she came again, it wasn't in an insane frenzy, but with a warm flowing completeness that vibrated her clit against my pole and made her pussy hold lingeringly to the cockhead. I came a few strokes behind her, letting my semen kind of purl out in a slow, seeping rapture, dripping it inside the flooded cave of her cunt in easy globules.

Maybe I sagged on top of her; I don't exactly remember. But I know it was like being rocked in a cradle, or on a ship, all cozy and perfect. When my eyes came open again, we were lying side by side; my prick was bent in the middle, and she had it captive within her hand, playing her fingers over its sticky head. Mom's tits were against my chest, and the scent of her midnight hair was in my nostrils.

"Darling," she breathed, "oh, Johnny. That was the best, the most complete, the ultimate fuck I have ever had. I have never felt so loved, so needed. And to think that it came from my own son, from this boy I have always adored. How blind I've been, how stupid. To think that this glorious young prick was hidden from me all this time."

"Mom, oh, mom," I whispered. "Oh, I've always wanted to get into your beautiful pussy. I've dreamed of it over and over, but none of my dreams could show me how it really is. You're beautiful and wonderful and the sexiest ever. Now you're truly mine, and I need to keep fucking you, to love every inch of your lovely body with every inch of mine. And I will, I will."

"Of course you will," she murmured, and there were only the two of us.