Chapter 1
The Fall River Campers Park was a quiet, luxurious world catering only to those that were willing to pay the two hundred and fifty dollars a week necessary to park their own well-appointed Winnebagos in an ideal setting for wild fuck-orgies and a little fishing on the side. It was situated several hundred miles north of San Francisco in the foothills of the Sierras and its camper sites wended their way down the side of the left bank of the Fall River, a river that offered the fortunate campers the softest and most isolated spots in the state for fishing, eating cunt, sucking cock, or just plain fucking.
Had Kit Carson himself wandered into its area in this day and age, he would have found the same isolation he had found when a hundred and some years ago he first discovered the Carson valley somewhat south on the Nevada side of the border. The only change that would have astounded him would have been the luxury transplanted out into the veritable center of nowhere. It had originally been constructed for the venerable members of the Pacific Union Club of San Francisco as a fishing and fuck-retreat for their wealthy members, but had later been sold when the members' wives began complaining about the outright orgies that sometimes took place there with a bevy of young hopeful starlets flown in specially from the film agencies of Hollywood. When one had threatened divorce and also had threatened to expose the reason for the retreat, the other members had quickly acceded to her demands to sell, and "The Club" had passed into the hands of a private company that kept it up to the same standards of old. Orgies abounded.
Now, it was becoming more and more a quiet, upper middle-class fisherman's paradise and lent itself well to such a use. If one wanted to escape into the wilderness from one's fellow fishermen for a private fuck or suck, all one had to do was head up or down river from the motor home park itself, and there were miles of river line, lined by softly flowing willow trees and a thick bed of moss beneath. That thick bed of moss lent itself far more readily to the comforts of an act of love than even a water bed. It was rumored around San Francisco that some local wag had, with the use of a 16mm movie camera and a telescopic lens, supplied the pornographic movie houses of the City of the Golden Gate for years with enough fuck-film footage to make him a minor millionaire. And it was not unseldom that a young couple, or old, as the case may have been, was seen leaving one of those X-rated establishments red-faced from an unexpected scene of two people looking strikingly like themselves appearing suddenly on the screen in all their passionate, nakedly writhing glory.
The motor home sites themselves were laid out perfectly to further this sense of isolation that pervaded the area. Each site was surrounded by a thick, lush green hedge that set it off from the others as though it were miles away in the deepest of jungles. Each had its own outside cabana bar, sunning terrace facing the deserted other side of the river, and all the other extra amenities that go into making a campsite not a campsite. Interconnecting paths linked them all together if one were in the mood for company from another of the motor homes nearby. If not, one could close off a gate blocking the opening in the hedge and either fish privately or fuck oneself silly on his own "terrace by the river."
It was in this glorious setting on a warm summer afternoon that forty-two-year-old Emily Lancer grasped her new husband's arm and held tightly to it. She was ecstatically happy, unable to suppress the lighthearted smile that had remained constantly on her face when the Justice of the Peace over in Nevada had, in a dual ceremony, united her in marriage to Jim Lancer, and her son Jerry to Jim's daughter, Kim.
"It's strange, darling," she giggled softly as she looked up at her ruggedly handsome forty-five-year-old bridegroom. "But I just realized that, all in one fell swoop, I've become a mother-in-law and a mother to your fishing-crazy daughter, Kim!"
"What's so weird about that," he smiled down at her. "I became a father-in-law and a father to Jerry at the same time. You're not the only one that's got a tangled up family relationship now."
They both laughed softly together and she gave his arm an added squeeze as they continued along the tree-lined path toward the lads' motor home site. The smile did not leave her face as she strolled idly beside him, her graciously curved body and the long copper-red hair trailing down her back moving sensuously in time with his slow, languid steps. She wore a loose terry cloth beach robe that reached just below the joining of her thighs and a pale yellow bikini beneath it which hugged and caressed her full-blown breasts and hips as though it were an integral part of them. In the cool afternoon breeze, the robe, though loose, was pressed into and accentuated the soft but natural sway of her firmly rounded asscheeks. She was a longtime widow and at last, again, in love with the perfect man. She was glad she had bided her time and waited so long to spread her legs after her first husband Fred's early death in a plane crash just after Jerry was born. She could have, in all her loneliness, been hasty to remarry to give him a father and herself a lover, but she hadn't, and she was glad now. She had all that a woman could ask out of life, and the radiant sparkle of her eyes mirrored the thoughts of her mind-thoughts of the wild, cunt-splitting fucking she was going to be subjected to right after dinner tonight.
She snuggled her head, against Jim Lancer, feeling the warmth of his welltanned masculine flesh. He was wearing only a pair of white tennis shorts and a pair of sandals, and his tall hard-muscled body glistened in the dimming golden light of the late afternoon. Despite the fact that he was only three years older than his bride, at forty-five Jim seemed somehow much older. Oh, not because of wrinkles or lines of dissipation, for he was still virile and youthful in appearance with slightly gray-streaking hair; but as Emily glanced up worshipfully at him, he seemed so much more worldly ... so much more sophisticated in his manner and expression.
The new bride felt a small involuntary shiver of fascination move briefly along her spine. Lord, but he was an incredible catch!
She had thought so when she'd first met him on a double date with her son Jerry. It had been one of those crazy blind dates, set up as a lark and not because anyone expected anything to come of it-certainly not marriage! But Jerry was dating Jim's daughter Kim; so it sounded like a good laugh when Kim had suggested that since her father was coming to town, why not make it a foursome!
But when Emily first laid eyes on Jim, suddenly the joke was over. He oozed a certain self-confident charm which had immediately captivated her, which made her irrationally turn her eyes away and blush girlishly. It was as if Jim had the capacity to mentally undress her and leave her huge tits and tight little cunt naked and defenseless. And tonight, their wedding night, Jim would in fact undress her and initiate her naked, so-long-unfucked pussy into the secret mysteries of sex again, after all these years of no cock. It seemed almost miraculous to her that after the months of Jim's trying to fuck her silly she had remained true to her dream of being pure and unspoiled for her second husband, so that she might be a technical virgin on her wedding night! She wanted it to be the most beautiful fuck of her life!
Emily studied her new husband as they walked together along the wooded path. She watched the ease with which he moved, the almost panther-like fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard outline of his cock straining the thin fabric of his tennis shorts. What would it look like? She had not seen a man's cock in years, not even her son's, and the tantalizing thought of what Jim's would look like burrowed like a prickly nettle in her mind and made her cunt-lips all wet and slicky.
Lord! Did a cock really swell so thick and hard, the way she remembered her first husband's doing so long ago? Even soft, the bulging contour of Jim's cock seemed to hold a strange, awesome fascination for the sheltered widow, and for one quick moment she was filled with a weird desire to reach across to him and run her fingers down over the stimulating outline and trace the curve of his cock as it nestled gently in the softness of his scrotum. Her cunt moistened slightly, but then, abruptly shamed by her thoughts, she averted her gaze and stared out at the beautifully wooded landscape. Self-deprecatingly, she thought: My God, what a revolting thing to be thinking about! Jim would lose all respect for me if he knew I was harboring such indecent, sinful thoughts of touching his cock! I'm so ashamed I could...!
The red-haired bride shuddered involuntarily as she resisted her erotic reveries and the nagging fear of what the night would bring. She prayed subconsciously that Jim would understand her natural reticence and be gentle and patient as he initiated her back into the world of sex again. Sex. That was a word which had never been mentioned in her house, not once in all the years that her son Jerry was growing up. Sex was a topic that got his mouth washed out with soap, or sent him to bed without supper. She herself was the product of Catholic parents and grandparents and had had no chance to stray from the straight-and-narrow.
She had dated infrequently when young, and, even then, only under the watchful eyes of her parents or even stricter grandparents. She had carried on the tradition with her son, so there was mass to attend every Friday morning, and twice on Sunday, with Jerry serving as altar boy while most of his friends were running off to play or to the movies. And there were the constant warnings by the Church of the evils of sex, except for the purpose of procreation, and the innate bestiality of the human animal, given half a chance. It almost seemed an act against God for her to have chosen Jim Lancer for a husband, for he lived in a whole wide world apart.
Even when Jerry had announced that he was planning to marry the wild young Kim Lancer, she had almost disowned him. It had been very difficult for her to tolerate, yet Emily couldn't help admiring her son for defending the girl he loved, no matter what her shortcomings might be. When it was obvious that he would not change his mind, and when she had met Kim's father, Jim Lancer, Emily had happily agreed to go to Nevada with Jerry and Kim to make it a double ceremony. It had even been Jim, through some of his connections, who came up with the idea of honeymooning at Fall River after the ceremony in Carson City. He knew his beautiful young daughter loved to fish, and they could combine both pleasures.
The arrangements had gone off without a hitch, and after a simple but meaningful marriage service, the two couples got back in their twin Winnebago motor homes and drove up to their luxuriously hidden oasis.
Still, Emily couldn't help feel a twinge of concern for her son's welfare. It was conceded that Jim would probably enter marriage tarnished, for he was a much older, widowed man and a few extramarital affairs were par for the course, even in Emily's conventional scheme of things. But Kim was ... well, Jim's daughter was the sort of girl of whom Emily could not, under her moral upbringing, really approve. She said little, but thought a lot about Kim in private; and each time, her lips contorted to a thin white line, the nostrils of her pinched nose flared, and her eyes narrowed in contempt-all to convey her concern over her future daughter-in-law. Not only was Kim two years older than Jerry, but she had once worked as a topless dancer in Los Angeles while she attended UCLA; and what's more, she frankly admitted it. Emily had found the blonde-haired girl exceptionally open and candid with her language and thoughts, though Kim had never said or done anything in bad taste in her company. But Emily had an intuitive feeling that somewhere along the line Kim might have succumbed to the temptations of the flesh before marriage, that she might have let a man fuck her, perhaps more than once! That's what disturbed her, for with the same feminine instinct, she sensed that Kim had not gained her sexual knowledge from Jerry ... that he was still as virginal as she, his mother, was herself.
Emily quickly banished her straying thoughts as she and Jim made the final turn and entered the clearing of the next motor home. Yet while walking along the wooded path, she couldn't stop that lingering curiosity as to whether her son was as nervous and apprehensive about tonight and getting fucked as she....
The small clearing ended at the patio of the private campsite, which was now shadowed in the twilight. But the clearing itself was still bathed in hot tangerine sunlight, as were the trees across the river that loomed romantically in their wooded isolation.
Jerry and Kim were lounging in deck chairs, slowly sipping frosty glasses of vodka tonic. On the table between them was a dish with an assortment of olives and peanuts for appetizers. When they saw Emily and Jim approaching, they both sat up, waving and smiling. "Hi!" Jerry called out enthusiastically, "We were hoping you'd come by and visit our little teepee."
"We were afraid we might be disturbing you," Jim replied with a smile. "We didn't want to barge in if you were inside doing a little private ... uh ... private fishing in the bushes."
""Dad!" Kim gasped with a giggle.
"Or taking a nap," he concluded with his typical twinkle of the eye. "Naked, of course."
"That's later," his daughter said, "after a few more vodkas ... so we can sober up for dinner! Come on, sit down. Jerry made a pitcherful of the stuff, which we put in the portable refrigerator so the ice wouldn't melt. I guess he figured he'd save himself half a dozen trips to the kitchen-and he's right!"
With that, Kim tossed her long, shining mane of blonde hair over her shoulder like a proud show horse and languidly walked inside the motor home. She moved with the ease and primitive grace of a young jungle cat, and for an instant Emily felt a tiny twinge of jealousy as she regarded Kim's sensual body in motion. Kim was at home with her physical being, while she ... she had pretended all her life that as long as her body was covered with clothes, she could forget that it existed. But then she considered how the shapely young blonde had probably acquired that familiarity, and her jealousy died as quickly as it was born.
"How does it feel to be an old married lady, Mom?" Jerry asked cheerily He gazed with frank admiration at Emily, and she blushed slightly as she and Jim took seats across from him.
"I've never been so happy in all my life," she said fervently; and she placed her hand possessively in Jim's.
"Wait until later, precious" Jim said to her winking. "You're going to be even more happy flat on your back."
Her blush reddened, spreading and warming her all the way down her cheeks and neck, down further to her huge rounded tits as she caught the meaning behind his words and heard the two men laugh. Again her thoughts returned momentarily to her sexual innocence, and to Jerry's. In that split second she glanced up at her handsome young son and saw how relaxed he seemed as he sat there. He was wearing only a pair of tight cotton jeans, his deeply tanned skin glistening, his muscles rippling as he chuckled merrrily. He was leaner in build, neither as tall nor as developed as Jim; but in his own way he was every bit as handsome and charming as her own new husband.
And there was no question that she and Jerry were mother and son. Both had the same perfectly sculptured straight nose, the same large expressive eyes, the same silky red hair. His was cut fairly short, not because he had anything against the longer hair styles, but simply because he didn't want anything to interfere with swimming, his favorite sport. Both of them, unlike their new mates, could enjoy the hot riverside sun in limitless quantities without a thought of sunburn.
Now, gazing lovingly at her son, Emily wondered if he and Kim had already ... already fucked together!
No, no don't think that way! Lovemaking was for the nighttime, under the warm protection of bed covers. That's how Jerry would want it, Emily knew. She did know too, because she knew in her soul everything about her son ... just because they were so close, almost as if they were brother and sister instead of mother and son. Her cunt clenched inward at the wicked connotation.
"Here we are, lovers," Kim said from the doorway, reappearing from the bungalow with two more glasses. Her voice had a throaty purr to it which matched her feline gestures; and glancing up at her, Emily realized with a start that Kim would have no compunctions about when or where to fuck with a man. Kim was an awful lot of woman, in the same way that Jim, her father, was a lot of men. Was she too much cunt for Jerry, perhaps...?
Kim was always provocative; but now, here, dressed as she was, she seemed even more sensual than when she had been a single girl. Her milk-white skin was heavily oiled with a sun screen preparation, designed to protect her delicate skin, but which gave an extra bit of sensuality to her smooth, taut stomach and the portion of her full, upthrusting titties which were exposed above the narrow strip of her purple halter. When she bent over the table to pour from the pitcher, Emily could almost see the pink rings of her nipples! She wore matching purple shorts that were so tight that they out-lined the tight, slightly protruding mound of her pussy, revealed her firm, full thighs, and then tucked into the crevice between her tightly fleshed asscheeks, leaving the curve of her hips almost entirely naked.
What a scandalous outfit! Emily thought critically, and a little prudishly. It was certainly more daring than her own modified bikini. It molded over her satiny white skin and seemed to highlight everything a modest woman should keep to herself. Her new daughter-in-law left nothing to the imagination, that was for sure! Of course, this was her honeymoon, and she could dress however she pleased ... but nevertheless, it seemed to Emily to be an immodest choice, fit only for the eyes of her husband and no one else! A nice girl shouldn't flaunt her tits and cunt to the world!
Unsettled and unsure, Emily glanced at Jim and was startled by the expression on his face. His mouth was wide with an approving smile and his gray eyes were traveling blatantly over the width and breadth of his own daughter's voluptuous ass and titties as if ... as if he were the one married to her and not Jerry! What was the matter with him? And then, even more shockingly, he gave a long and appreciative whistle as her cunt moved in front of him!
"You've snagged yourself a beautiful and desirable woman, Jerry" Jim said, accepting the drink his daughter handed him. "Yes, sir, she's got something special up between those luscious legs of hers."
"I'm a lucky guy all right," Jerry replied, but Emily thought she caught a small hint of embarrassment in his voice.
"You don't know it, I bet," Jim continued expansively, "but that little number she's wearing is one of her old dancing costumes. She wore it when she was working at the Body Shop, up there on that little stage with the rock music getting louder and louder. Her specialty was a dance with a yellow spotlight on her, and the color of the light seemed to make the purple fade out until it almost looked like she was stark naked-pussy and all!"
"Dad!" the young girl blurted.
"Aw, Kim, don't get your tail bent out of shape. It did look that way, only unfortunately they only let you show naked tits."
"That was ... that was a long time ago," she said somewhat primly. She sat down and crossed her legs, looking sternly at her handsome father. "I'm a married woman now, and the past...."
"The past is what makes you what you are today," Jim finished, interrupting her. "Sensational! If I weren't your father, Jerry would've had a real fight on his hands, let me tell you." Then he laughed again and leaned across to put his arm around Emily and squeezed her tightly. "That is until I met my little sweetheart here. She's a pretty hot little number herself!"
Emily, shocked at the lewd words and the direction the conversation was taking, almost spilled the vodka which had been handed to her. Despite the fact that she rarely cared for liquor, she attempted to salvage the situation by raising her glass and toasting before he could talk about fucking her tonight.
"H-Here's to happy marriage, everybody! And good fishing!"
"With many happy years to come," Jim added. "And fishing, of course."
With a chorus of assents, they all clinked glasses and drank heartily ... all except Emily. She tasted hers experimentally. The drink was sweet and cold and it was really very refreshing. Taking a deeper sip, she Was glad that she wouldn't have to pretend to like the drink.
"Hey, that hits the spot," Jim said, smacking his lips. "Hope there's plenty more where that came from!"
"The bar up at the Lodge never closes, or so the manager told us when we checked in. Of course, you have to walk down to the main building to place your order, so that's why Jerry had him leave us a healthy supply."
"Plus a magnum, that's about a half a gallon, of champagne," Jerry boasted. "Dom Perignon!"
"For later," Kim added. "For after dinner-and you're invited!"
"Oh, that's very nice, but I really don't think that tonight we should bother you," Emily murmured.
"Nonsense, Mom," Jerry retorted. "We were going to come around to invite you, if you hadn't dropped by here first. Now, settle back and enjoy married life. Unless Jim or I get rich, it may be awhile before you get back to Fall River!"
Emily tried to, but there was still an aura of uneasiness around her as the conversation drifted onto many different topics. She finished her drink, and Jim poured her another from the pitcher, and before she realized it, yet another refill. The vodka gradually began to do its work, and she experienced a general loosening of the nerves; the tenseness left her and she started feeling almost comfortable. Then some of her mental cautiousness began to disappear, and surprisingly, she discovered herself being drawn into animated conversation with the others.
During the fourth drink, when the chill evening breeze started to blow in from the river, the two couples moved inside the motor home to the small living room area.
"Let's have dinner sent out here instead of going to the Lodge dining room. We could eat on trays around a fire outside. The boy who brought our wood said that this oak burns with a beautiful smell. And it's so dry, you don't even have to do the business with the paper and the kindling." Unquestionably Kim was sold on the idea, and she quickly convinced the others, especially Jerry, when she said, "And then we'll have glowing embers to keep us warm later on."
"And a helluva lot more than that when we get these little fillies stripped down later on," Jim added, to everyone's red-faced embarrassment. But even so, Emily felt her cunt moisten perceptibly up beneath the pussyband of her panties at the lewd thought of feeling his huge cock fucking deep inside her wide-stretched belly....