Punishing Mother
by David Compton 


CHAPTER ONE 

Ellen Blackton lay warm and snug in her bed. She had just been roundly and 
soundly fucked by her husband. What she didn't know was that it would be the 
last time her husband would ever fuck her. It would be the last time she 
would ever see the man, for when Joel Blackton would walk out the front door 
that morning, he would disappear, and so would four hundred thousand dollars 
that he'd had in his care at the bank where he had been working. 

But the stunning redheaded mother was totally unaware of what her husband 
had planned, because Joel Blackton hadn't included his wife in his plans. 
Rather, he had decided to use the money to win the affections of a number of 
different Argentinean women, which had seemed like a good idea if only 
because until now, Joel had been a faithful husband. He had been married to 
the beautiful redhead for twenty years. Since he had married Ellen when she 
was seventeen, she was now thirty-seven, and no less beautiful now than when 
he had initially married her. But Joel, hard worker that he was, had always 
been hard-pressed for the long green, like almost everyone else in the 
United States. Aside from the fact that Ellen liked to spend relatively 
freely, Joel liked the ponies, and so the family had never been able to 
accumulate any money. Oh, the bills were all paid-for now, and except for a 
small balance owing to VISA, they had no debts outstanding. But Joel had 
always wanted to live like a playboy and fuck as many cunts as possible. 
With a wife and a son to care for, he would never be able to do this. 

In one respect, he thought as he showered, he would be sorry to see the last 
of Ellen. She was still stunning, still with natural red hair, still with 
shining green eyes, still with milk-white, flawless skin, and still with 
that marvelous 37-23-36 shape that he had always loved to fondle. So before 
going to the bathroom, he had given his wife what he had euphemistically 
thought of as a farewell fuck. 

Ellen reveled in it. After all, it had been a long time since her husband 
had pumped her in the morning. Still, she had to admit, it merely served to 
make things that much better this last time. 

Ellen pulled a pillow over her head as she continued listening to the vague 
sounds made by her husband in the bathroom, which was right next door to the 
master bedroom. He was preparing to go to the bank again. Lord! How she 
would have loved to have had some of that money in the bank for herself. 

She slowly drifted into that nebulous twilight zone between sleep and 
wakefulness, totally relaxed and content, feeling secure in what she 
believed to be the love of her husband. After all, he had wanted her so 
much, he had really given it to her this morning. His semen was still sticky 
between her thighs, and she rubbed them together in her half-awake, 
half-asleep state, dreaming as she did so. It had felt nice screwing so 
slowly, tantalizingly, enjoyably, as they had when they had been going 
together and sex had seemed like something important rather than something 
that had become boring and done on occasion, simply out of necessity. God! 
It had been years since he had put it to her so wonderfully, and perhaps the 
only thing she would have wanted would have been one more solid fucking. 
When they had been younger, before Keith's birth, they had gone more than 
once. Since then, Joel had been content to give her the old 
Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma'am treatment. Ah, one more solid fuck would be just 
right. 

Her eyes closed, she continued in her state of semi-torpor while lying in 
the darkness of their bedroom, shades pulled all the way down and curtains 
tightly drawn so that no light penetrated. Keith claimed he wished he was 
able to make the downstairs bathroom so light-tight when he used it for a 
darkroom. Though only seventeen, he was a clever and ambitious youth. Like 
most sons, he had shown a marked preference for his mother over his father, 
and she assumed that if she'd had any daughters, they would have fallen in 
love with their father and would probably have resented her, the mother. 

Ellen dreamed of Joel caressing her body, of his lying behind her, pressing 
his solid masculine hardness against the rounded cheeks of her ass. She 
dreamed of the way his cock pressed lightly, sensuously against her gluteous 
maximi, separating them, rubbing against her pucker of an asshole. Though 
she would never allow him to fuck her back there, he still loved teasing her 
by rubbing the head of his cock against her anus. 

Ummmmm! She was certain she was dreamingfor sure. His penis was as rigid as 
a bone, and the heat emanating from it was so comforting that when she 
shifted her buttocks and separated her thighs automatically, she felt the 
throbbing, pulsating head slide between her parted asscheeks and push 
forward so that the helmet-like dome rubbed between her sodden cuntlips and 
nestled against the crisp red curls on her pelvis. 

Without thinking, she reached down, pressed against the underside, only 
semi-conscious of what she was doing since she had done this so many times 
before, and the length of the cock rubbed back and forth against her sodden 
labia. She squirmed against him, hunching her ass against the pelvis of her 
dream-lover. 

Ummmmm! It was so wonderful, so delightful, and the beautiful woman was all 
soft and yielding in the depths of her dreaming state, tender, totally limp, 
shuddering with the desire for more as the head pulled back and began 
prodding, gently seeking the opening of her vagina. She had to help it a 
little, pressing it toward the narrow enclave. 

"Ummmmmm!" she murmured, this time aloud, sighing as she held her face 
pressed between the two pillows while tender, loving hands continued 
fondling the cheeks of her ass, cruising up to her waist, one of them 
sliding beneath while the other hand continued higher until her right breast 
was nestling in its palm. The fingers tantalized her already erect nipple 
rolling it between them. This only made her murmur her approval again as she 
squirmed all the more. 

The head of the thick rod pushed at the taut lips of her previously 
well-fucked vagina, and Ellen, her fingers still pressing against the 
underside, inwardly felt the spongy thrill of the organ as she wiggled to 
help fit it inside her that much better. Ah, yes, there it was, in perfect 
position, stiff and thick, sliding, as usual, with resistance into her 
vagina, sinking deeper and deeper. It was stiffer than ever, thicker than 
ever, longer than ever. She was vaguely aware of one hand pressing on her 
breast and the other pressing on her belly as her lover pulled her buttocks 
closer to him, grinding his phallus all the way into her, shoving it all the 
way home. Ellen sighed as she felt the round, hairless testicles pressing 
against her clitoris, the silken hairs of his pelvis rubbing between the 
cheeks of her behind. 

Somehow it all seemed different than at any other time she had ever made it 
with Joel. There was a strange feel to the thickness of his cock. Yes, it 
was unquestionably thicker than it had ever been before-a hunger in it she 
hadn't known since before Keith's birth. It definitely felt as if it was 
reaching farther into her feminine scabbard than it had ever probed before. 
Her inner membranes were being stretched far more than ever. God! Joel had 
never been this good, before. Time definitely did have a way of improving 
some things. 

The thick cock worked its full length circularly once it was inside her, 
then eased back and out, almost to the flanged corona. She waited, and as 
she expected, it thrust itself strongly back inside her, pushing into the 
clinging softness of her sucking cunt. Back, then forth, back, then forth, 
it stroked, stroked as the head of it bounced off the back wall of her cunt, 
trying to shove itself deeper than it had ever gone before. Ellen moaned 
into the pillow beneath her, while pulling the one on top of her head down 
more tightly. She didn't want to disturb her son who was fast asleep in the 
next room. He would have to wake up soon enough. 

Odd! It was amazing how different all this felt. Ellen knew it was all a 
dream, but since she had only been fucked by one cock in her entire life, 
shouldn't her dream-cock be the size and shape of the one she had always 
known? After all, how was it possible to imagine a longer, thicker penis 
than the one her husband had put to her for so many years. Joel's had always 
been pretty big, from what she had been led to understand by him. There was 
no reason for her dream lover to be longer or thicker, much less both. She 
knew what her husband's cock felt like. She had felt the length, the heft, 
the very weight of the penis for all these years now, twenty of them, so why 
should this imaginary cock feel any different? 

Her eyes suddenly snapped open while she lay with her head between the 
pillows, but the seesawing movements of the thick prick in the depths of her 
churning vagina didn't stop. She was aware of her clitoris throbbing, 
stimulated again by the satin-coated length of hardness that continued 
reaching in and out of her quivering pussy, while at the same time causing 
thrills to mount in her body as they had never enlarged in any way previous. 

Ellen was definitely not asleep, now. She was wide awake, and the stiff cock 
was doing a fantastic job in the seething depths of her shuddering cunt, the 
fevered organ lunging and plunging, cramming and jamming. Hot breath was 
sprayed all over the back of her neck and her spine, where her short haircut 
revealed her nape. She had a boyish bob in summer because it helped keep her 
hair in place without lots of tangles when she brushed. Hands gripped her 
body more tightly than ever, desperately clinging to her curvaceous feminine 
form; one against her belly, the other pressing her full breast. The strong 
masculine pelvis surged against her buttocks as she felt her lover 
frantically burying the full length and thickness of his surging cock 
impossibly deeper in the steamy cleft between her thighs. 

"Joel?" she whispered. "Joel, darling, it's been so long since you've done 
something like this with me. I love it, I love it, but hurry, or you'll be 
late for work." 

But then the fantastic rhythm of the wild fucking took total control of her 
shuddering body. Her inner vagina throbbed insanely because of the massage 
it was receiving-the like of which she had never before remembered-causing 
that sweet, hot feeling of lust to swell in the depths of her sucking cunt. 
Ellen knew the both of them had to come quickly so Joel wouldn't be late for 
the bank, so she reached between her thighs and grabbed for her husband's 
weighty, hairy balls, intent on caressing them as he continued nailing his 
long hammer of cock into her. 

Her fingers touched the scrotum, and suddenly her hand leaped away as if her 
fingers had been singed. She wasn't touching her husband's testicles. But 
the penis continuing to pound so strongly into her seething pussy was 
lifting her to orgasm, and there was no way for her to stop this, now. 

"EEEEE YYYYYYAAAA MMMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAA UUUUUUWWWW AAAAA-GGGGG HHHHHUUUUUU 
MMMMPHHHH WWWWWWAAAAAP HHHHAAAAA MMMMM-PHHH WWWWWWUUUUU MMMMPHHHH!" she 
cried out, muffling the sound between the pillows as thrills blasted through 
her belly and cervix as never before, causing blistering delight to sweep 
into every nook and cranny in her feminine form. Rapture overcame her, and 
she realized she was being fucked far better than she had ever been fucked 
in her entire life. God! It was unbelievable! The intensity of emotion she 
felt far overpowered anything else she felt, far stronger than anything she 
had ever felt with her husband. 

"HHHHH YYYYYAAAAA NNNNNNGGGG HHHHHH! COMMMMMIIIII NNNNGGGGG! GGGGG HHHHHAAAA 
AAAAGGGGG HHHH ... AAAAARRRRR GGGGG HHHHHUUUU NNNNNNGGGG HHHHH... OHHHHH 
HHHH... YYYYYEEEEE AAAAA HHHHH . . . HHHHH-NNNNN HHHHH ... THIS IS IT!! !" 

As the initial blast of hot sperm sent itself blasting into the heated 
wetness of her tightly spasming vagina, Ellen Blackton realized she knew 
that voice, that whispering gasp. She knew it as well as she knew her own or 
that of her husband. But realizing to whom it belonged, her head reeled, 
because this was the one time in her life she didn't want to recognize it. 
Even as she thought about it, her vagina thirstily drank the male spewing 
continuing to blast into her. Her mind continued to reject it all, but her 
body and especially her vagina, accepted it all. 

She lifted a hand and caught the wrist of the hand gripping her full breast, 
and then Ellen reached down and caught the other hand-the hand that had slid 
from her belly and was fondling the sodden lips of her seething cunt where 
the full length of rigid rod was still solidly buried. 

She had to accept it. What had happened was fact, and not to accept it would 
be unreal. 

Turning her head, she snapped over her shoulder, "Keith, what the devil do 
you think you're doing? How in heavens' name could you ever have done 
anything like this? I'm your mother! Keith. . .." 

"Shhhh!" the boy evilly whispered. "Just enjoy, Mom!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

This was impossible! Her own son had just fucked her and she had enjoyed it 
more than anything her husband had ever done to her. 

"Keith!" she gasped. "How in the name of heaven...." 

"Shhhhhh!" he murmured, his hot breath caressing her ear. "Pop is in the 
bathroom. You can hear the shower running." 

Heart racing out of control, pulse pounding in her temples and in her 
throat, Ellen realized she was able to hear the pelting water falling into 
the bathtub. Her husband was still in the bathroom, under the shower. 

"Keith!" 

"Quiet!" the boy snapped. "If the old man were to hear you, d'you think for 
a minute I'm the one he'd blame? He'd accuse you! You know how possessive he 
is about you? Thinks his is the only cock in the world worthy of fucking any 
cunt. Well, I've been waiting to lose my virginity," the boy went on. "Today 
is my seventeenth birthday, and this is the way I wanted to lose it. I 
wanted to fuck the one cunt in the world that meant more to me than any 
other." 

"Oh, Keith, this is wrong," she insisted. "Surely by now you know that 
things like this aren't done." 

"Who says?" the boy asked. "Didn't Nero, the emperor of Rome, screw his own 
mother?" 

"Keith!" she gasped, suddenly realizing, for the first time, much as she 
loved her son, he was a little mad. 

"I'm better'n Nero," he smiled. "The only thing is, with me you don't got 
worries about becoming pregnant. The doctor told me I had Scarlet Fever when 
I was a kid, and it made me sterile. But it didn't do anything to my 
potency." 

"My God!" she gasped, hearing the shower suddenly shut off. "It's too late 
for you to move. Your father likes to dry off with the bathroom door open, 
to let the steam out. He'd see you if you left here." 

The boy rolled off the bed, pulling the limp remains of his erection from 
her cunt. As he hit the floor, pulling the cover with him so that it draped 
itself over him, the bedroom door opened and Joel Blackton walked in. Under 
normal circumstances Joel would never have noticed anything wrong. Because 
he was so wrought up, thinking about the day ahead, the short, brown-haired 
man noticed even less. He was rubbing himself with a towel, letting it move 
over his hairy body rapidly, and then he dropped it on the nearby chair as 
he always did, and slipped into fresh underwear and socks. Using a shoe 
horn, he slipped on his shoes, then put on a white shirt, blue tie, and his 
most expensive blue suit. He returned to the bathroom to comb his hair, then 
came into the bedroom and paused, looking at Ellen, who lay there guiltily, 
staring up at him. He was so filled with what he intended doing, he didn't 
notice the look on her face, other than to think to himself that she was 
indeed a beautiful woman, and that, having been saddled with one woman for 
so long, he was glad she had been the one. But the time had come to unburden 
himself. He had left about ten thousand dollars in a special account in 
Ellen's name, so the bank wouldn't be able to use it against what he 
intended embezzling. Ellen would be able to live on it long enough to get 
herself some kind of job. Hell! She had always crabbed to him about wanting 
to work and bring in a second income. Here was her opportunity. Also, the 
kid, Keith, he was finished with high school. He had a part-time job with a 
photographer, and the man would be willing to take the boy on full-time. 

True, Keith would only be earning four dollars an hour, but he would be 
learning the business, and one day would be able to start a business of his 
own. Besides, four bucks an hour, forty hours a week was a hundred-and-sixty 
bucks a week. After taxes figure the kid would be bringing home a 
hundred-and-twenty a week, which, added to whatever Ellen might earn, ought 
to bring in "enough money to keep the house going. Hell! Considering that he 
might have walked out taking everything, Joel Blackton thought of himself as 
being extremely generous. 

It was Saturday morning, but it would be the end of the month Monday. 
Yesterday, Friday, a huge sum of cash had been brought to the bank because 
people would be cashing their end-of-month paychecks, while other people 
would be cashing unemployment checks. Joel knew, from experience, there 
would be more than a million dollars on hand. He had figured out a way to 
take half of it without his theft being discovered until Monday, when he 
didn't show up at work. In fact, it might not even be discovered until late 
in the day, because Ellen was certain to report him missing to the police, 
so his absence might be construed as something else, until the bank started 
trying to meet certain payrolls. 

"I'll wake up Keith and remind him about his job," Joel said. 

"No!" Ellen almost shouted. "You're late! You know how Keith hates to be 
jolted awake. You go ahead, and I'll wake him up." 

"Sure thing," Joel nodded, and approaching the bed, bent down and kissed his 
wife for the last time. Smiling, he stood, turned, and walked out, never to 
be seen by her again. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Smart!" Keith said, congratulating his mother, standing when he heard the 
front door close. "The old guy never suspected a thing." 

"He's not old," Ellen reminded her son. 

"Sure, anything you say, Ma," the boy winked. "Now, suppose we get back to 
you and me." 

"There's nothing to get back to," she insisted. "I want you to take yourself 
out of here and we can forget the whole thing happened." 

She stared at the tan-fleshed youth, a bit on the scrawny side, with heavy 
eyebrows like his father, a short nose, thin, cruel lips, and a rugged 
jawline. He had muscles under those skinny limbs, and one exceptionally 
impressive muscle which, at present, looked like a tiny pushbutton doorbell 
between his legs as his cock, when not in use, completely retracted as to 
create the impression it was miniscule. His testicles, smooth and pink, were 
totally unlike the hairy balls that hung between his father's legs. 

"Forget the whole thing?" the boy laughed. "You have to be kidding, Ma. You 
and me, we're just getting started. Hell! The old man has been jazzing you 
for twenty years now, and he doesn't like you half as much as I do. Shit! I 
love you, and what's more, you love me. Sure, I sneaked in here after he had 
finished with you, waiting, hoping you'd think my cock was his, at first. 
But I knew, the moment you came, that I gave you a real thrill, and I'm 
wondering if the old man ever did anything that good for you." 

"Keith, this is disgusting!" she insisted. 

"Shuddup!" he yelled. "I don't like hearing things like that. You dug being 
fucked by me, and you know it, and what's more I'm gonna be fucking you on a 
regular basis from now on. Because you want it just as much as I do." 

Ellen lay on her back, staring at the boy, shocked beyond any movement and 
belief. He was terrifying when he was angry, but more, he was also arousing. 
She was ashamed to admit as much. 

He grabbed some tissues from a box on the nearby night table, and forcing 
his mother's thighs wide apart, he began swabbing out her cunt, pulling out 
his own sperm, as well as that of his father. 

"You'll never get it up that fast," she said. "I don't care how young and 
virile you are." 

"Hell! I don't intend gettin' up again," he smiled. "In fact, I have to go 
to work soon. But I'm gonna give you a little something to remember me by, 
so when I come back from work this evening, you remember me and don't do any 
of this crap about trying to stop me." 

"But your father...." she gasped, as he took one last tissue and moved it 
around in her cunt with his finger to make sure there was no residue. 

"I-'ll be careful," the boy insisted. "You just do like I say, because let's 
be honest, Mom, you like being fucked by me almost as much as I liked 
fucking you." 

Tossing the last tissue aside, he pressed his palms on the insides of her 
thighs and pushed his face down as her hairy pout seemingly lifted itself of 
its own volition. 

"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she shouted at him. "Keith 

... don't ... please . .. don't shame me this way ... you're my son .. . I'm 
your mother. . . don't do this to your own mother ... for God's sake. ..." 

He clamped his lips firmly against her labia, groaning, his tongue flicking 
her wet pinkness, his face pressing solidly into the soft richness of her 
already over-stimulated mound. She was aware of the delightful pain of his 
digging teeth, teeth that had never before pressed themselves into a 
delicate cunt, and then his hot, darting tongue, acting more out of instinct 
than anything else, sank into her sodden center. 

Good God! Her son, her only son, her only child, was going down on her, his 
own mother. His tongue was probing into her sensitive vagina, and there was 
no way for her to possibly stop him, save by screaming, and even then, even 
if a neighbor should overhear, then what? Assuming the police were called, 
what would she say? Would she tell them of her son's incestuous attack? 
There would be newspaper stories, and her husband would lose his job at the 
bank. People would point to her when she went shopping, and she would be the 
target of thousands of sniggering remarks. 

His tongue pushed deeper between the lips of her hot pussy, and his mouth 
opened wide, his own lips wide apart, slowly coming together as they pursed, 
intent on sucking the juices from her sizzling cavity. Keith pulled her 
cuntlips into his oral lips, and he used his slender, boyish tongue as if it 
were his thick cock, moving it in and out of her seething tunnel. Then he 
stretched his mouth as wide as possible and sucked in all of her vulva. With 
a groan, he let the pink flesh literally "pop" out of his mouth with a loud 
sucking sound, then burrowed his mouth that much more deeply into her 
once-again-spasming vagina, drinking the heavy flow as it issued forth. 

His tongue found the button of her clitoris, and . pressed flatly against 
it. He rubbed the clitoral organ back and forth before pulling his tongue 
into his mouth and compressing his lips tightly around the little nubbin. 
The edges of his teeth brushed against it without actually biting it. 

For Ellen, the sensation was indescribable. Lights flashed behind her eyes, 
and her mouth hung slackly open as she gasped for air. Somehow, without her 
realizing it, her hands had strayed down and had entangled themselves in his 
hair, twining the strands around her fingers. 

Ellen was unable to restrain herself any longer. This was something her 
husband had never done to her. The sensations were unbelievable, and to 
think, it had taken her son to open her up to this new vista of utter 
delight. Biting her lower lip hard, she shoved her hands against the back of 
his head so that her clitoris rubbed against the fronts of his teeth while 
still being sucked on between his lips. Ellen began rolling her buttocks 
from side to side, aware her son had slipped his hands under her, his 
fingers digging into the roundness of her buttocks as he fed lustily from 
her womanly trough. 

"Yesssssss...." she finally hissed, unable to contain her enthusiasm as to 
what the boy was doing to her. "Unh! Do it to me! Do it to me! Eat me! Oh, 
Goddddd! Darlinnnnng! Eat my vagina . . . I've . . . uuunnnhhh ... never had 
anything like this in my life 

... ooo ooohhhh ... wwow wwwwww . . . yes sssssss ... do it . .. do it... do 
it.. .." 

The boy sucked his mother's cunt with more and more verve. Air escaped with 
hissing, bubbling noises from between his lips as he continued sucking her 
pussy, drawing so violently on the pink flesh the beautiful mother thought 
her son was sucking her inside-out. He gripped her vaginal flesh with his 
teeth, biting with just enough pressure to build rapture in her, then he 
sucked the coral flesh into his mouth, chewing on the throbbing stem of her 
tantalizing clitoris, making her tremble vibrantly. 

"MY GOD! MY GOD! MY GOD!" She shrieked. "I'M .... UUUU NNNNGGGG HHHH ... COM 
MMMMII IIINNNN GGG GGGUUU UUNNNN GGGGGG HHHH ... AAAA GGGGG AAA AAIII 
IIINNNN!" 

Her body twisted and turned, bucking insanely, throbbingly jerking from side 
to side, moving uncontrollably, bouncing wildly, her asscheeks slamming into 
the mattress, then hurling themselves as high as possible, and the boy's 
mouth was there with every movement. 

Then it was over. She was pure liquid; soft and surrendering, and the atomic 
core in her body had achieved melt-down so that her interior was a seething, 
bubbling vat of uncontrollable surrender. 

Ellen began chastising herself. She was yielding herself to her son's 
perverse desires, and this was maddening. She wondered if God would ever be 
able to forgive her. She had fucked her own son, and then had allowed him to 
sink his face into the mired depths of her cunt and lap her until she had 
climaxed again. 

"You liked it, didn't you," Keith said. 

He wasn't asking her, but rather he was telling her, and she knew he was 
right. She did like it, liked it too much, in fact. 

"Yes," she shamefacedly admitted. 

"We'll do more," he promised her. "We'll do much more. You'll see. You'll 
love it all, every last bit of it. I'm going to live with you forever, 
Mother. Whenever Dad leaves you alone, I'll find some time for us, and I'll 
always make you happy." 

"Yes," Ellen murmured quietly. 

This was precisely what she feared; that he would indeed make her happier 
than her own husband. Then she would be trapped, because of her wants and 
needs rather than by her son's madness, for his insanity had become hers. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Ellen thought about what had happened for the entire day. She would have to 
talk to Joel and discuss with him the reasons why she wanted Keith seeing a 
psychiatrist. It went without saying that she wouldn't be able to give Joel 
her real reasons for having their son psychoanalyzed. So she tried finding 
some excuses in her own mind that might make her husband understand the need 
for their son to visit a "shrink." 

Since Saturday was half-a-day, Joel usually returned from the bank by three. 
But at four, he still hadn't returned, nor had he phoned. This was unusual 
to say the least, but Ellen assumed her husband had been caught up in some 
minor bank squabble, and it would take some figuring on his part to set 
everything straight. 

By five-thirty, her husband still hadn't come home. She phoned the bank, but 
there was no answer. The place was definitely closed. In all the years she 
had been married to Joel, this had never previously happened. She was 
convinced something was wrong. 

When Keith came home from work, at six, she told him his father hadn't come 
home yet, and this bothered the boy. 

"Did you phone him and tell him what went on between us?" he asked, thinking 
his mother, in her naivet, might have felt it incumbent on her to tell her 
husband what had transpired between himself and her. If so, his father might 
be off in some bar, on a drunk. 

But Ellen insisted she had neither spoken to, nor seen Joel, his father, 
since the man had walked out of the house earlier in the day. Now Keith was 
somewhat worried. 

He knew his father was the main source of income for the house. Without his 
father, they would be in trouble, and he didn't know why, but he had a 
feeling his father had no intention of showing up. 

He sat up with his mother, waiting the whole night, and the following 
morning, they phoned the police. An investigating patrolman came; they gave 
him all the information concerning her husband, including a photo, and he 
went away. 

Ellen felt queasy. She was afraid something had happened to her husband. But 
it wasn't until the following day that she had her answer. The bank had 
reasoned precisely the opposite from the way Joel Blackton had thought. The 
moment they were told, by the police, that one of their employees was 
missing, they ran an immediate check on their books and cash reserves, and 
they discovered more than four hundred-and-fifty thousand dollars was 
missing. They informed the police and an A.P.B. was put out for Joel 
Blackton, but the police were fairly certain that unless the man was a fool, 
he would no longer be in the vicinity. 

Ellen was informed in the afternoon, and when she was told, she fainted. 
When Keith came home, a police matron was with his mother, and she told the 
youth what had happened. The boy knew he would have to go to work full-time 
from then on. He also knew he would never go to college, which didn't really 
bother him since he would have felt wasted there, anyway. Keith assured the 
matron he would take care of things, and the matron left. 

He felt frustrated for a moment, deserted by his father, but the frustration 
suddenly yielded to elation. There was no way in the world his mother would 
ever be able to tell his father what had happened. More, his mother was his 
now, all his, to do with as he pleased, and when she was over the shock of 
his father being gone, it would please him to do all kinds of things with 
her, things she had never done with his father. His old man had always been 
somewhat straitlaced when it came to sex. Unlike his dad, Keith had read 
lots of books, and though he'd had the opportunity to practice on some 
female classmates when he had been in high school, he had resisted 
temptation because his mother was the woman whom he loved. Oh, yes, he loved 
her, though admittedly in a perverted way. Perverted not only in that he had 
desires to fuck her, but in that he wanted to watch others fuck her and do 
all kinds of things to her. 

He had bided his time, waited, and on his seventeenth birthday he had lost 
his virginity by slipping it to his mother when she had been half asleep. 
But his father, by going away, had unwittingly given the boy the best 
birthday present ever, because he had given Keith his mother, Ellen 
Blackton, to do with as he wished. 

In fact, in order to celebrate, Keith decided he would throw a party. First, 
he and his mother had to straighten things out about household support. He 
had already started working full-time, and his mother, who really wasn't too 
skilled at anything, had finally gotten a job as a receptionist at one of 
the local offices on the main drag in Baldport, on Long Island, which was 
where they lived. She was able to hop the bus to work every day, which meant 
he had the car. Having passed Driver's Ed in high school, Keith, at 
seventeen, already had his driver's license, and so drove to Valley Trickle, 
the next village to Baldport, where he continued to work at the photo 
studio. Between his mother and himself, they managed to bring home three 
hundred dollars a week, which, while a long way from being a worthwhile 
salary, was at least something on which they were able to live without 
having to dip into the small savings account his father had left in his 
mother's name. 

"We don't need him," he told his mother on the following Friday night. 
"We'll never need him again. I'm gonna take care of you the rest of my 
life." 

"Stop it!" she snapped. "Someday I'll get old and ugly, and you won't care 
about me. Besides, I don't want more of what you've already done to me." 

"Who the heck d'you think you're kidding?" he laughed. "You want it, you 
want it more than ever." 

"But not from you," she snapped. "It's wrong." 

"I see," he nodded. "From someone else, anyone else, it would be all right, 
huh?" 

"Yes," she nodded. "Anyone else isn't my son." 

"Shit! I'll bet you'd fuck for the whole neighborhood before you'd put out 
willingly for me again." 

"What's wrong is wrong," she insisted. 

"How d'you know what's really wrong?" the boy asked. "When we fucked, you 
loved it. What the hell is wrong with loving to fuck?" 

"Please, Keith!" 

"All right," he told her. "All right, tell you what. I'll throw a little 
party here tomorrow night, and you can have your pick of a whole bunch of 
single guys I know your age." 

"What?" 

"Where I work, in the Valley Trickle Mall, there're a lot of single guys," 
he told her. "We'll have a party here, you'll meet some of them, and who 
knows, maybe you'll find a guy you like." 

"But why?" she asked. 

But Keith didn't answer. Ellen was going to learn things the hard way. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Keith had kept his word. There were eight men at her house that Saturday 
night; eight men, plus Keith. They were all about her age, give or take a 
few years, and she decided his father's leaving must have been a sobering 
experience for the seventeen-year-old boy. He was playing the perfect host, 
and she, dressed in a simple orange-and-gold sheath, smiled brightly at 
everyone, trying to hide the heartache she still felt because her husband 
was gone. 

Ellen was fortunate to have a cousin who was an attorney, and as a result, 
he was handling a no-contest divorce action for her. It would take a year 
because she didn't have the time to pretend to set up residence in some 
other state where a quickie divorce was easily attainable. So going to bed 
every night by herself, in that huge double bed, was depressing. She hated 
to admit it, but there were times when she did wish Keith would force 
himself on her, because she was a woman with strong animal desires, and not 
having Joel around any longer seemed to intensify those desires. It had been 
a week since her son had seduced her, a whole week. She hadn't gone that 
long without a good penis in her entire married life. Joel had made a point 
of fucking her at least twice weekly when she was in good condition, and 
when she had her menses, he was always there when it ended, so that no more 
than five days, at most, elapsed between one fuck session and another. True, 
lots of them were quickies, but Ellen was always quick to come, and even a 
quickie was better than nothing at all. 

Of the eight men at the party, Ellen found herself attracted to a tall, 
dark, good-looking widower by the name of Gordon Cole. Gordon, like all the 
other men there, was wearing a dark-blue suit, had shining black hair, a 
deep tan complexion, with one of those bodies that looked like it took Jack 
LaLanne three years or more to develop. He was handsome in every way, with 
glittering brown eyes, a short, straight nose, and a rugged chin. He had an 
almost-craggy face, very masculine, and it made Ellen wonder why this man 
had not been snapped up by some eligible woman. 

Ellen circulated throughout the house, smiling at the men, who were paired 
off in her living room, dining room, kitchen, and hallway. Her son was 
mixing the drinks for everyone, smiling at them, and they all smiled back at 
him, as if they all shared some secret Ellen did not yet know. 

At one point she went upstairs to the ladies' room, and when she emerged, 
Gordon Cole was standing by himself, in the dark hallway. 

"There are so many men here," he told her, "I haven't had an opportunity to 
be alone with you, not even for a minute." 

"Oh?" she asked, teasingly as she walked toward the master bedroom. He 
followed her in, and as she turned on a small lamp, he suddenly shut the 
door. There was the distinct sound of him locking it. "Why would you want to 
be alone with me?" 

Her heart was racing, because this man was undeniably overpowering and 
attractive. She wanted him, really wanted him, and this was odd because in 
all the years she had been married, she had never felt the urge for another 
man. It was as if this enforced deprivation had sharpened her desires, and 
as a result, she felt the need for a cock more strongly than ever. 

"We're not children, Ellen," he told her. "If we were younger, I would sit 
and talk with you for a long while, and then we would arrange a date for 
next week. At the end of the date, we would spend time in your living room 
or kitchen, and before I left, we would kiss, perhaps once, perhaps a few 
times. After a whole series of dates, we would progress to petting, then to 
the inevitable. But as I said, we're not kids anymore, and even if we never 
see one another again, any time we have together should be time spent doing 
that which both of us wants to do." 

"Just what might that be?" she asked as he approached her, straining to calm 
her electrically aroused nerves. 

He kissed her, holding her close, his hands surrounding her face, his mouth 
planted solidly on hers, pressing himself firmly against her straining self 
until she was almost breathless. Finally he peeled his lips from hers, and 
said, "Let's make love!" 

His hands ran over the roundness of her lovely, exquisite body, and then 
over her willing face. He kissed her mouth a multitude of times, slowly, 
softly, tenderly, while his hands moved to the full, firm mounds of her 
breasts, closing over the soft hills as she shuddered. One hand continued 
caressing her breasts while the other hand reached down and rubbed her 
lovely buttocks. He pulled her hips toward him and bent her backwards as he 
continued kissing her. 

Ellen felt a burning, yearning sensation growing between her thighs, and she 
realized she ached to have her feminine void filled with a penile plunger. 
What was worse, her mind didn't think about all the times her husband had 
made love to her. Her aching cunt was calling out for something as long and 
as thick as her son's. In fact, her mind recollected the heft of her son's 
cock, and she wished for something as long and as thick as that jnside her, 
right now. 

She kissed the man, slipping her tongue between his teeth, rubbing her 
pelvis against his erect penis, ascertaining for herself that it was of 
sufficient size and breadth to satisfy her. 

"We ought to wait until the others leave," she muttered. 'That way we can 
make love without worrying about being interrupted." 

But the man's passion was not only intense, but obvious. He wasn't going to 
let go of her now that he had her. 

T want you now, honey. You want me, too, and I'm going to fuck you if I have 
to tear your clothes off and pump you here, on the floor." 

She was more aware than ever of the pressure of his cock. It was aching to 
be freed of the constraint of his trousers. 

He pushed her back on the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders the entire 
time as his hands continued to fill themselves with the swells of her 
breasts. 

"My dress," she whispered. "It'll get wrinkled and everyone will know. 
Please!" 

"Take it off!" the man commanded, and Ellen knew it wasn't a suggestion or a 
plea, but an order. It didn't matter because she was so much in need of 
satisfaction, she had no intention of waiting any longer, herself. 

Slowly she got up, and for the first time in her life did a provocative 
striptease. She unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall sensually 
down in front, exposing the tops of her breasts in their uplifting 
brassiere. She really didn't need an uplifting harness, because her breasts 
were no less firm now than when she had been seventeen. Somehow, in some 
way, she had managed to keep the pectoral muscles strengthened. As it was, 
the brassiere did little to cover the ampleness of her breasts, the nipples 
teasing his eyes as they poked against the fabric. 

She wriggled a little, letting the dress slide down her hips to the floor. 
As she bent over to pick it up, her breasts fell loose from the brassiere, 
hanging down, full, soft, and inviting. It was all the man was able to do to 
restrain himself from reaching out and once more filling his hands with the 
swaying mounds. But Ellen, aware of the desire in him, knew her slowness was 
exacting its toll on the man, and he was panting. 

Finally she stood tall and unfastened her brassiere, but the man was 
impatient and reached out, grabbing the cloth covering from her tantalizing 
body. Tossing it aside, he flipped her onto the bed. She was clad only in 
her sheer stockings, garter belt, and shoes. She had removed her panties in 
the bathroom because they had been soaked with her vaginal secretions, and 
though she had taken the time to wash her vagina, she hadn't had an 
opportunity to put on a new pair of panties. 

Ellen felt a thrilling desire to be totally naked with this completely 
arousing man. The silk of the bedspread beneath her had her totally aroused, 
rubbing against her bare back, shoulders, and thighs. She wanted to reach 
down to remove her stockings, but 

Gordon had her pinned to the bed, panting over her, as if hardly able to 
wait to get inside her. 

Abruptly he released her and leaped to his feet. As she watched, in the 
dimness of the room, he hurriedly began removing his own clothing. She took 
this chance to take off her stockings, peeling them down and pulling them 
off along with her shoes. Then she lay back voluptuously on the silk 
bedspread, feeling like an Angora cat with sex radiating from her every 
pore. Her own hands felt her breasts, aware for the first time how sensuous 
it was to touch herself. She caressed her belly and her thighs, as well. 

"This is nice," she purred. 

Gordon came to her then, his breath panting rapidly as he neared her. The 
instant his warm flesh pressed itself against hers, she began quivering with 
sensuous delight as he gritted between clenched teeth, "It's been a long 
time since I've seen a woman I've really wanted, Ellen, a long time. I'm 
going to fuck you as I've never fucked another woman before, and I hope you 
get as much from this as I." 

"Yes," Ellen sighed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me the best way you can, I'm 
aching for it." 

Her passion was unquenchable at this point, though she ached to have him try 
putting out the flaming desire that flared higher and higher between her 
pillar-like thighs. It had spread to her belly, and this made her churn that 
much more. 

Their mouths were locked firmly together and she rubbed herself against him, 
stroking the full length of his throbbingly hard cock with her slim fingers, 
feeling how thick and wonderful it was. If it wasn't quite the length and 
thickness of her son's, at least it was better, in every way, shape, and 
form, than her husband's. She drew the edges of her nails lightly over the 
wrinkled flesh of his testicles, making the man gasp more than once as his 
hard cock continued jerking and twitching, as if out of control. 

His mouth continued moving voraciously over her neck and shoulders, all the 
way down to the solidity of her erectly nippled breasts. He sucked gently at 
the firmly hardened, rubbery buds, bringing gasps of pleasure and mixed 
delight from her with his little bites. Then his mouth moved away as he slid 
down her body. His teeth nibbled at her, biting her gently, passionately, 
stirringly, snapping at her ribs below her breasts, then onto her flat 
belly, and his exploring tongue delved into the cup of her navel. After this 
brief exploration he moved lower, following a direct line down to her 
pelvis. As her son had done, so now did this man slide his hands under her 
buttocks and lift her a little. She was aware of the wetness of his tongue 
on her thighs and the tightness in her belly became almost unbearable. 

Her loins were a whirlpool of passion and she parted her legs, moaning as 
she did so. This was the first time she was willingly cheating on her 
husband with another man, but then, she was, in essence, no longer bound to 
her marital vows since her husband had been the deserter. 

Between her tantalizing legs the man discovered the oozing lips of her 
vagina as they flowered open. His tongue licked against them, and though he 
was good, she was mentally comparing him to her son, and to her surprise she 
discovered, her son, who had done it to her for the first time in his life 
last week, had been better at it than this practiced man. Nevertheless, he 
was good. As a result, she felt tingly all over as she trembled. Slowly he 
pushed his oral organ into the seething cauldron of her cunt, its salivary 
moisture mingling with her oily essences, making her moan as she clamped her 
hands on his head and held his face tightly against her pussy. 

The man continued licking with frenzied desire, his seeking tongue 
discovering her clitoris, massaging it, bringing it to full erection. His 
lips fastened on it, and Ellen began writhing, squirming, rotating her hips 
in small, contracting movements as if she were straining to somehow or other 
control her passion. She pulled his hair gently, her eyes clamped shut as 
rapture filled her wanton self. Ellen ached to have him inside her now. She 
didn't want to wait any longer. She was at peak, just right. 

"My husband was never this good," she admitted, though she refused to admit 
her son was better. 

Her words seemed to ease the strain in the man. He relaxed a little, as if 
the desire to abruptly rape her until she was unable to move anymore had 
settled within him. He slowly moved onto her panting body, feeling it warm, 
soft, and wonderful beneath him, feeling her quake with unabashed desire. 

"Do it!" she gasped. "Don't waste anymore time! Put it in me and fuck me! 
Fuck me until I can't feel any longer!" 

She had enjoyed a couple of drinks earlier, something she didn't normally 
do, and as a result, felt a little dizzy. The effect, added t the illusion 
that she had become a personified core of pure desire, made her ache with 
longing for that final intromission. At this moment, nothing seemed to 
matter in time to the beautiful red-haired woman. All that counted was this 
lovely, swirling, exultantly dizzying nucleus of rapture between her thighs 
as it continually throbbed and pulsated under the man's sexual attack. 

Reaching down between her spread loins, drawing her knees up for better 
balance, her anxious hand reached out and filled itself with the man's 
throbbing cock. The touch of her hand on his heated pole of pleasure was a 
shock to his rigid prick, and his throbbing organ stiffened even more as she 
gently guided the head toward her vaginal entry way. He gasped when he felt 
her wet slickness, warm and waiting, anxious for his entry. 

"Yes, yes, yes, do it, wonderful man, do it!" she insisted, losing most of 
the words in a groan which broadened and deepened as he finally impaled her. 

Her wet heat totally enveloped him as her membranes tightly clutched him 
within. He gasped as he began quickly thrusting into her; short, choppy 
strokes, filling her vagina with his cock again and again, using thrusts 
which slowly lengthened as he continued filling her yielding passage more 
and more deeply. 

Beneath him, Ellen's shuddering body quivered and trembled, her pointed 
nipples, attached to her swollen breasts, pushing into the hardness of his 
almost hairless chest, intensifying the pleasure for both of them. Her warm 
belly was brushing against his, and her thighs clamped and relaxed, holding 
and releasing him in waves of flesh warmth mingled with the coolness of the 
circulating, air-conditioned air in the entire house. 

"Ooo oooooo hhhhhh! Hhh hhhhuu uuunnn nggggg hhhhh!" the man groaned as he 
became totally aware of the tightness of her vaginal walls contracting along 
the full length of his penis as it seemingly expanded even more, until, at 
one point, she thought it would burst. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she whispered over and over again to the man as 
she bucked and writhed against him. 

Her face whipped from side to side, deep white marks appearing as if out of 
nowhere on her lower lip where she nibbled at it in the depth of her 
passion. Every so often her mouth pressed against that of the man's, and her 
teeth bit into his lower lip as she sucked his tongue between her lips while 
forcing it to duel with her own, panting hot breath into his throat. 

Having her pinioned beneath him with his pulsing rod of flesh, he grunted as 
he slammed his cock all the more deeply into her. Ellen realized this was 
only the third male to enter her in her entire life, the second to do so 
with her consent, and she had to admit there was something to this business 
of variety being somewhat enjoyable when compared to the pleasure of a 
single cock. She gasped out her lust, feeling stronger, more intense desire 
than she had felt with her husband in the more recent years as the cock dug 
into her most intimate center. She listened to the groaning and grunting of 
his masculine passion as he continued powering into the slimness of her 
delicate body. 

Gordon felt a chill course down his own spine, remembering the agreement he 
had made with Keith. One fuck, one fuck only, and then he was to hurriedly 
dress and leave. He didn't know what it was Keith had in mind, but he was 
going along with it because, as Keith had put it, aside from his mother 
being so desirable, he knew for a fact that she was clean. At first he had 
thought the boy was being cruel to his mother, but now, seeing how sensuous 
Ellen was, he believed the boy was doing his mother a favor. He drove into 
the red-haired woman with harder, driving thrusts, bringing forth 
throat-rasping groans. 

"Uuu uuunnn nnhhhh! Yes sssss! Pie eeeeaa aaa-sssse! Morrre!" 

It was exciting to know that of all the men here, he was the one whom the 
boy had asked to do this. Ellen, the mother, was an extremely exciting 
woman, begging aloud to be continuously impaled by the full length of his 
pulsating staff, and he intended giving her every last little bit of it. He 
stabbed forward again, lunging into her with a hammering thrust which sank 
to the limit in her tight cunt and she groaned aloud, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh 
God!" 

His hands, which had been wandering all over her delightful form, slid down 
the sides of her body, beneath her moving buttocks. He gripped one tightly 
in each hand, thinking how much of a thrill he was getting from clutching 
her asscheeks as well as from fucking her. 

Her asscheeks were tensing and relaxing, firm, yet hollowed, soft, yet hard, 
relaxed, yet tightened, flaccid, then solid around his digging fingers. He 
sank his fingertips into her rounded asscheeks applying fierce pressure. 
Then he tugged her lovely hips against him as he powered into her again, 
feeling her tug back her thighs a bit more as if to ease the strain on her 
widespread muscles. 

His fingers slipped over the tautly stretched flesh of her bloated buttocks, 
moving across the crack between the cheeks, finally finding the tiny hole 
concealed between them. With the tip of his finger he began massaging her 
anal opening. She tensed for a moment. No one had ever touched her there, 
except when her husband's cock slid across the opening. But normally she 
didn't like penetration back there. 

Abruptly, he dug into the crease with his probing finger, pressing all the 
more firmly against the tight little elastic opening and its protective 
sphincter muscle. 

"Hhh hhhaaa aaaaaa unnnnn gggggh h!" she gasped out loud. "You're . . . uuu 
uunnnn nggggg hhhhh .. . hur rrtttt tiiiii nnnnnn gggg... aaa aannnn 
hhhhh... mee eeee!" But by now she was too aroused and caught up in what was 
happening to really put up any kind of resistance to his finger. 

He probed all the more deeply with his finger, pushing it deeper and deeper 
into the tenderly soft, warm depths of her rectum, and as a result brought 
new gasps and exclamations from her silently working lips. He then proceeded 
to poke at her asshole with yet another finger, feeling the tight, 
rubber-like resistance slowly surrender as she screwed her buttocks around 
and around on his probing finger. Soon both of them were moving against one 
another as his two fingers sank ever deeper into her rectum, making her 
aware of the thrill of being impaled in two orifices at once. She writhed 
feeling wildly ecstatic sensations. 

Her long, strong legs, on either side of his driving, impaling body, were 
madly jerking and wriggling in the air, moving with complete and 
uncontrolled abandon. She suddenly found herself ecstatic at the second 
intrusion since it seemingly complemented the first. 

Gordon felt the warm, fleshy pressure as her thighs clung tightly to him for 
a moment, and then they would move off. She would tug them up to her 
shoulders almost at right angles to her tips, moaning and gasping out her 
desire again and again. 

Her eyes were tightly closed the entire time as her mouth worked and 
strained and trembled. Her neck was strained as she continued to thrust her 
head back in delicious intensity of feeling. 

Gordon Cole was aware of no part of his body other than his bloated cock. At 
the moment it felt like a lead-weight as it moved in and out of her 
shuddering body, feeling the tightly loving way her cunt clasped it. God! 
Not even his own wife-may she rest in peace-had such clinging ways to her 
fucking. 

He removed his fingers from the taut interior of her tantalizing rectum, 
sliding them down through the stretched crease of her tantalizing buttocks. 
Then he reversed direction and moved the fingers into the soft, tender flesh 
of her thighs, reaching for, finally finding, the soft pink folds of her 
cunt, aware of the way her inner lips were tightly sucking around the 
probing penis, yielding only because of the hardness of his cock. 
Nevertheless, it did feel like her cunt had a death grip on his throbbing 
prick. 

She was whining and gasping with heat, and the flames from her inner body 
surrounded him and caressed him like some lambent flame incapable of doing 
more than give off warmth. 

"Unh! Yes! Anh! Yes! I can feel it... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep 
driving ... keep fucking ... don't stop now... please... oh, please ... 
please don't stop now...." she begged, groaning and choking under the full 
unleashing of her passion. "I'm ... AAA AAN-NNN NNHHHH HH ... OHHHH HHH ... 
COM-MMM MIIIII NNNNNG GGGAAA AANNNN GGG-GHH HHHHAA AAARRR RRRGGG GHHHHH 
HUUUGG GHHH!" she bellowed. 

He was aware of her hot, wet cavern widening even more, the pressure around 
his thrusting penis relaxing, and then felt the hot liquid passion in her 
belly bubble up around his thrusting phallus. 

Hot and pulsing, he speeded up the rate of his driving thrusts as she 
continued moaning and groaning. The man was aware of his own passion 
intensifying now, and then he was the one who was there, firing an 
uncontrolled quantity of semen into the depths of her cavern, bellowing out 
his own release. 

Trembling, he filled her with his semen, and then slowly allowed himself to 
relax. She wrapped her arms around him, lying there for several minutes, 
neither of them saying a word. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

From the sound of things, the party was still going full-tilt downstairs. 
There was music, and there seemed to be sounds of glasses clinking. 

Ellen and Gordon got to their feet, and the two of them quickly dressed. 
Gordon was finished first, and he left, opening the door and turning on the 
light so Ellen had an opportunity to fix her hair. Afterward, she checked 
her stockings to make sure there were no runs. She was just about to leave 
the room, when the closet door opened, and one by one men filed out, men who 
were supposed to be downstairs, men who had obviously come into her room 
when she had first gone to the bathroom, and who had hidden in the closet, 
waiting, as if knowing she would bring Gordon in here. 

The first man, a tall blond whom she knew as Roy, who had a pretty face 
rather than a handsome one, walked over to her, and suddenly he was tearing 
her dress from her body as he said, "That was a fabulous performance, Mrs. 
Blackton." 

She gasped as he began tearing off the rest of her clothing, and suddenly 
she was totally naked in front of all of them. The only two males not in the 
room were Gordon Cole and her son, Keith. She tried hiding her nudity by 
grabbing her torn dress and pulling it up in front of her, but what she was 
doing was futile. She wanted to run out into the hallway into the bathroom, 
but there was a man already standing in the doorway, Bill, as she recalled. 
Bill Burner. Backing away, she found herself starting to tremble. 

"Keith!" she called out, glancing around the room, wondering why all these 
men were here, and where was her son? But the boy was nowhere to be seen, as 
if ashamed, all of a sudden, to look at his mother's nakedness. How 
hypocritical of him! 

"I don't think your son is gonna help you much, Mrs. Blackton," the blond 
man called Roy told her. "All this was his idea. Just why he wants his mom 
gang-banged is something we haven't been able to figure out, but we do know 
he was right about how hot you are. You really took everything Gordon had to 
give, didn't you?" 

Ellen stood frozen to the spot, her torn dress still in front of her for the 
moment. Staring at them, she wondered just what it was these men had in 
mind. She found it impossible to believe all of them intended using her. If 
she screamed loud enough, she knew she might attract the attention of some 
neighbor and the police would be called. 

At that moment a somewhat short, balding, black-haired man whom her son had 
introduced as Nat began moving toward her. 

"Why be selfish, Mrs. Blackton," he said, smiling. "You seemed to enjoy 
being so roundly fucked, so why not give all of us a turn. In fact, if no 
one objects, I'd like to be next." 

"Fine," the others chimed in, followed by sounds of "I'm next." 

"Then me." 

"I go after you," 'Then me!" 

She was unable to count how many of them asked for a turn with her. Asked? 
Demanded would have been a better word. Nor did she have time to think about 
it. Suddenly the balding Nat grabbed her shoulders and dumped her onto the 
bed. 

Standing at the edge of the bed, he dropped his pants, and revealed that for 
a tiny man, he had one helluva long, thick penis. It swung rigidly into 
view. Under other circumstances, Ellen might have taken time to examine it 
and realize it wasn't nearly as imposing as Gordon's had been, but at the 
moment she was terrified. 

He stood directly over her supine body, looking down at the soft, tender 
texture of her flesh, flexing his hairy thighs so that his throbbing penis 
seemed to swell and enlarge even more, a tight-filled lance of blood and 
gristle displaying its desire for her. Her white, porcelain flesh lay 
totally revealed in all its glory, and her full breasts swung from side to 
side with her panting. 

Her eyes swept dazedly over the dangling genital directly over her, and she 
realized that this wasn't a nightmare. This was all real, and it was all 
going to happen, and there was nothing she would be able to do to prevent 
it. Her son had set it up. 

Somehow she managed to work her way off the bed. She rose to her full height 
and stared defiantly at Nat. 

"All of you get the hell out of here," she gasped. 

Nat caught her roughly and swallowed her mouth with his. She began 
struggling, fighting, but her previous orgasm had sapped her of any vitality 
she might have had. As a result, she was weak, very weak, unable to 
struggle. Her hands pushed vainly at the bald man's hairy body-for he had 
totally undressed by now-but he was somehow managing to press himself all 
the more firmly against her. 

Nat's large, rough, calloused hands roamed over the full mounds of her 
breasts, crushing the fullness of them in unmerciful grips as his fingers 
pinched her reddened nipples, making them sore. His hands swept in 
ever-increasing urgency over her sloping shoulders, moved down her back to 
the rounded bowls of her tantalizing buttocks. She knew now there was no 
hope whatsoever for escape. 

She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whimpers as the man 
crushed his mouth against hers. Ellen felt helpless to prevent the 
terrifying humiliation that was to come. 

The crowd of men surrounded the bed, panting heavily as they watched what 
was taking place. All of them felt tension building in their loins, because 
each man knew soon it would be his turn at the stunningly lovely red-haired 
woman. 

With a violently brutal thrust, the man called Nat forced her to lie back on 
the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a thud. She lay there, totally 
vulnerable, her legs slightly parted, weeping the littlest bit from fear. 
Then Nat hurled himself onto the woman, his body pressing firmly into her 
curvaceously soft flesh. 

Ellen uttered a low groan, but she lay there, unable to fend off the man. 
His hands trembled as they wandered over the supple softness of her 
tantalizing thighs, kneading the tender flesh, grasping it in ripples 
between his anxious fingers. 

Nat's mouth hungrily devoured her breasts, making them quiver as his teeth 
viciously bit into them. When his mouth pulled away, there were deep 
grooves, showing how deeply he had bitten into her. Her nipples stood up 
like helpless pink pegs as he sucked on them. 

He moved up on her, bringing his mouth down over hers again, devouring her. 
He hoisted her thighs as she struggled to keep them flat on the bed. The 
soft, wet lips leading to her channel of a thousand-and-one-delights which 
was to give him brutal delight, were there, totally unguarded for everyone 
in the room to see. 

His hand went down between their bodies, moving to his penis, and she felt 
the head jerkily throb from one thigh to the other, brushing not-so-gently 
against the skin of her vagina in the hope of finding the little hole 
through which it was to enter. The throbbing organ with its massively bared 
head was almost mauve with blood as it rubbed tauntingly against her 
vulnerable opening. 

She lay there, arms totally outstretched, as if she were pleading with him 
not to do this horrible thing. Her lovely head was pressing firmly against 
the mattress, her mouth open and tilted up. She was totally helpless, unable 
to do a thing. There was a quick, hip-thrusting stab as Nat plunged the full 
length of his cock into her unprepared body. It seemed to enter her with a 
tearing movement. Her hips began jerking frantically because of the pain of 
the abrupt impalement, and a weirdly chilling wail came from her lips, but 
hardly loud enough to go beyond the room, much less to the outside. 

Nat began pounding mercilessly into her taut cunt while her body continued 
squirming helplessly from side to side. She moaned, letting him know the 
agony she was feeling. 

Ellen did her best to weakly push the balding man from her body. Eventually 
she gave it up, realizing the effort was futile. She simply lay there, her 
body a helpless mass of flesh beneath the continual pounding of the 
throbbing penis that moved into her again and again. Her body was undergoing 
a blaze of agony the like of which she had never known before. 

The other men in the room were all restless. It was obvious from the bulges 
inside their trousers they were anxious to get in on this. 

Under the suffocating pressure of the crude man fucking away into her, 
Ellen's breasts rose sharply in suffocated heaving, her ass slithering from 
side to side in an effort to relieve the constant pain she was continually 
feeling. His thrusts and withdrawals were relentless and unyielding. Her 
face was soaking wet with tears of humiliation and pain. How was it possible 
for her son, who claimed to have loved her so much, to have done something 
like this to her? Her thoughts were constantly interrupted by new pains each 
time Nat thrust his steel-solid poker of cock into her. She had never had a 
man inside her when she was this dry, even with Gordon's sperm in there, and 
as a result her cunt was constricted. This even though Nat's penis wasn't 
the largest she had ever contained, yet it felt like the largest and 
certainly hurt the most. 

The powerful, throbbing organ continued pounding in and out of her helpless 
interior, moving with more and more ease, until she was convinced that on 
each in-stroke the head was buried in the searing depths of her shuddering 
belly. Each forward drive seemed to split her thighs wider apart, and she 
feared soon her muscles would tear. 

His hand moved over her body again and again, caressing her, fondling her, 
clutching her in a grip of passion. He was gripping her shoulders now, then 
her neck, then clasping her face between his palms. Suddenly his hands slid 
beneath her and rubbed the rounded swells of her buttocks as he cupped them 
repeatedly. Then his fingers were moving forward so he was able to feel the 
base of his own cock each time he pulled back. 

His mouth opened wide, and he covered her tear-stained face with a bounty of 
hot, wet kisses. Grunts came rising from the depths of his throat as he 
tensed and relaxed his buttocks again and again, keeping perfect time with 
the way he was pushing his cock in and out of her sucking pussy. He 
slithered to his knees against her upturned buttocks, as if trying to push 
his cock even more deeply into her sucking cunt. He shoved her thighs wider 
apart, pushing them further past her head so she looked unreal in her 
twisted, contorted position. Her body was bent almost double with her toes 
pressing into the mattress behind her head. 

He slowed his driving thrusts into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly 
now, small gasps coming from his lips, and then a long, aching flood of 
breath hurtled from the depths of Nat's throat, the sound filling the room 
as his fast-running river of semen swept from the tip of his cock into her 
battered passageway, flooding her belly. 

"YYYYYA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HAA-AAN NNNGGG GHH HHHUUU UUUNNN NGG-GGH HHH!" 
he bellowed, his gasps accompanied by similar gasps and frenzied pants from 
around the room as he sank exhaustedly onto the woman, allowing her legs to 
flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him. 

Ellen lay there, realizing that in spite of the agony, in spite of the pain, 
and in spite of the horrible embarrassment, she had attained some kind of 
orgasm. It was ridiculous, but true. Her having learned how to achieve a 
quick orgasm when she had been with her husband had stood her in good stead 
at this moment, if anything she underwent might be construed as having stood 
her in good stead. 

The other men were still standing around, watching. All of them were 
heatedly flushed, each one waiting for his turn on her helpless form. She 
was some gorgeous beauty, and each man was glad for the opportunity to fuck 
her without the hassle of having to go into a bar, pay for drinks, and pick 
up some floozy who had probably fucked for a million other men. Here, even 
if she was being ga'ng-banged, was a woman who, for the most part, was 
hardly used at all. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Slowly, Nat, the first of the ravishers climbed off Ellen's sobbing body, 
leaving her sprawled with her arms and legs flung hither and thither. She 
was completely immobile on the bed. Her thighs lay spread obscenely apart. 
All the strength had been drained from her and she was unable to clamp her 
legs together. 

But the indignities being heaped on her were a long way away from being 
finished. Roy, the next man, the tall, pretty blond man, was ready to use 
her. He was excited, aroused beyond the point where the other men had been 
able to keep themselves under control. But before he was able to do 
anything, he shot off in his pants, and as a result had to wait. In the 
meantime, the other men began raping her in succession until she was only 
half-conscious as she lay on the bed. Her mind was a blur, and her body felt 
a combination of pain and pleasure, thrills and horror, because each time 
she had been used, she had climaxed in spite of the total indignity of it 
all. 

She had been flipped onto her belly and forced to her knees, her round 
buttocks tugged wide apart. Her smooth, supple skin developed goose pimples 
as she felt air hitting the tightly exposed pucker of her brown, crinkled 
rectum. Then one after the other, the men forced their cocks, fortunately 
all of which were shorter and thinner than even Nat's, into that one orifice 
she had always forbidden to her husband. Yet she had climaxed each time a 
cock had penetrated her rectum, her body stiffly jerking and twitching. 

The woman was almost totally insane with total humiliation, the pain tearing 
through her since she had never been so stretched back there before. Why had 
her son allowed this to happen to her? Why had the boy invited these people 
in the first place? Surely he had no idea what was really happening to her, 
otherwise he would have stopped this massacre of her flesh. 

She was lying flat on her belly now, almost all the men filed out of the 
room. Only the blond man, Roy, remained. Ellen was trying to force her body 
to relax when the blond man walked over to the side of the bed. He stared 
down at her, perspiring heavily, and then he began undressing. He shucked 
only his trousers and his undershorts, and his groin was covered with the 
stickiness of his premature orgasm. 

"No more...." Ellen pleaded. "Oh, please, God, no more, I don't think I can 
stand anymore," she moaned. 

But Roy ignored her pleas. Rather a lascivious grin of delight was scrawled 
across his face. 

"Sorry I was a little over-anxious before," he told her. "But I think I have 
myself under control. I saw the way they used your cunt and your ass, and I 
figure the one thing they didn't use was your mouth. So I've decided, since 
that's virgin territory, so to speak, the time has come to de-hymenize it." 

She looked at him with horror in her eyes. What would this terrible blond 
man do? Her mouth? Just as her husband had refused to go down on her, so had 
he refused to let her go down on him. She had never had a penis in her 
mouth, and at the age of thirty-seven, Ellen found the mere idea nauseating. 
She had been violated in every other way possible, and the idea that this 
man wanted to do something else equally wretched made her head spin even 
more. 

Roy smiled as he slowly slid onto the bed, his weight depressing the 
mattress. It shook as he lay beside her, but not with his face near hers. 
Rather she found herself staring at his groin as he turned her onto her 
side. Then his hands were gripping her jaw and her nose, and his fingers 
fumbled with her lips, trying to pry them apart. Ellen was aghast at his 
intentions, and as a result, she bit his fingers. 

"You little bitch!" Roy snapped, and he pinched her nostrils, preventing her 
from breathing. His other hand dug into the hinges of her jaw, a thumb on 
one side, his fingers on the other, and then he was forcing her to lie on 
her back as he rose to his knees and straddled her chest, his flat ass 
pressing on the fullness of her breasts, making it difficult for her to 
breathe at all. 

She slowly opened her eyes and stared up. He was kneeling over her face, his 
fingers still pinching her nostrils, but beyond the fingers she saw his 
massive erection, larger than any save that of her son. Ellen was horrified, 
watching Roy jerk on the penis, bringing it slowly to full erection. It was 
almost as thick as Keith's. He was panting heavily as he continued jerking 
on the organ, making it swell. 

"Now, dear lady," he told her, "don't give me a hard time. I want you to 
start out by kissing and licking it." 

The thought of this horrible blond man's penis being pushed into her mouth 
made Ellen feel nausea. His pinching her nostrils forced her to open her 
mouth to take a breath. She pulled air into her lungs, but before she was 
able to exhale, the fingers pressing on her jaw hinges pressed firmly, 
causing her mouth to involuntarily open even wider, and looking like some 
Nazi, he shoved his stiff, throbbing phallic spear against her unwilling 
lips. 

Releasing her nostrils, he used that hand to lift her head and force her 
face up and forward so that the tip of his penis began burrowing between her 
lips. The beautiful mother tried hard to snap her teeth together, but the 
man was not to be denied, this time. His cock-head was already depressing 
her tongue, and with an extra thrust, he forced half the length of his 
phallic stem into the hot, wet cavern of her gasping mouth. She gurgled, 
feeling the hugeness of his pulsing penis as it slithered deeper into her 
mouth before pulling back a little. It began running up and back the length 
of her depressed tongue, and little by little he pushed it deeper until he 
had filled her mouth with its fleshily swollen stiffness. 

The blond man became more aroused than ever at the sight of this redheaded 
woman being totally humbled and forced to suck his cock as his hands held 
her head immobile, in a vise-like grip. Fingers continued digging into her 
jaw hinges, preventing her from shutting her mouth and using her teeth on 
the cock. 

Ellen struggled against the wickedly cruel, obscene rape of her wide-open 
mouth, but she quickly discovered her struggles were futile as Roy quickened 
his thrusts in and out of her oral orifice. He never quite pulled it all 
back, leaving the corona behind her lips, letting the head always soak in 
the warm juices of saliva that she refused to swallow. Even now, it was 
dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Each time he plunged the head back 
in, blocking her throat, she thought if he left it there long enough, she 
would suffocate. But he didn't leave it there. He kept moving it in and out, 
heedless of her helpless moans, enjoying the gagging sounds she was making. 

Ellen shut her eyes again, not being able to stand looking at this object 
causing her so much humiliation. She was being subjected to pure horror. She 
felt numb, totally devoid of feeling, unable to sense anything around her. 
In a trance at the moment, she heard the blond man commanding her, "Suck! 
Come on, you lovely redheaded bitch! Suck it real nice!" 

She obeyed without thinking, at this point more afraid of further physical 
pain than of any humiliation she might have to endure for not obeying his 
command. Without thinking, her lips slowly compressed themselves around the 
thrusting organ, nibbling at the powerful instrument. She choked, gagged, 
sputtered each time he tried shoving his cock a little deeper, until, little 
by little, she found herself naturally doing it, accustoming herself to the 
natural rape of her helpless mouth. She tried hard to shut her mind to what 
was happening, but every time he pushed forward into her throat, sinking his 
cock a little deeper, she felt his testicles bouncing against her chin as a 
kind of cruel, depraved reminder of what it was he was doing to her. 

The saliva in her mouth continued increasing, dribbling out the corners, 
running down the sides of her neck. The fluid was becoming sticky as his 
penile oil was being emitted from the tip, mixing with the heavy salivary 
drool in the flaming depths of her sucking mouth. 

Ellen felt Roy's hips straining and wriggling below her head as he gripped 
her hair and tugged her face back and forth, making it bob in time to the 
way he pounded his cock in and out of her mouth. Pulsations against her 
tongue told her there was activity in his urethra, and she knew he was going 
to come in her mouth. 

Oh, God! she thought. If he does it, I'll throw up all over myself. 

His hand had a firm grip on her hair, his fingers all but digging into her 
scalp as he forced her to continue bobbing her head, up and down, back and 
forth, stroking the full length of his cock into her mouth, pushing the tip 
from the front of her tongue all the way to the back of her throat, then 
into the gullet, itself. He was pounding his cock into her oral cavern as if 
it were a vagina, and she knew he was going to spew out his hot sperm at any 
moment. His animal lust would vent itself on her, and she was disgusted. His 
eyes bore down on her face, watching the flesh of her lips, pulling out on 
the backstroke, folding in on the forward stroke. 

Ellen was more aware than ever of the stretching and expanding of his 
bloated cock as it rammed in and out of her mouth until she thought she 
would not be able to take any more of this massive pike. She moaned 
pitifully, never having felt so utterly and completely helpless in her 
entire life. 

She knew this had to be a plot of her son's, though just why, wasn't clear. 
She would never forgive Keith for this. But more, she would curse Joel even 
louder, for had he not left home to begin with, this would have never 
happened. 

She began sucking more strongly on the pulsing instrument between her lips, 
trying to bring to an end this terrible and obscene rape of her mouth as 
quickly as possible. There was no other way to end all this. She knew the 
man wasn't going to show her any mercy, and her fervent hope was that his 
would be the last penis to violate her body. She was aching all over. 

Abruptly the man began jerking his hips, sinking the full length of his 
probing cock into her gullet. She struggled to breathe, but it was hopeless, 
just as fighting the feeling of orgasm building in her was impossible. Her 
orgasm hit her hard, just as the man squirted blobs of semen down her 
gullet, preventing her from making a sound. In the middle of it all, she 
lost consciousness. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When she awoke, her mouth was filled with seminal fluid, and she spat it 
into a tissue from a box on her night table. Then she hawked up more of it 
and spat that out, as well. She'd be damned if she would willingly swallow 
some strange man's semen. 

Bright light told her the sun was shining into her bedroom window, and when 
she looked at the nearby clock, she saw it was almost ten. She had been 
asleep all this time. 

Her bones hurt, as did every muscle in her body. Her vagina felt sore, but 
her anus felt even more sore, yet the soreness served to remind her that in 
spite of all the horror, she had matched the men, orgasm for orgasm. Even 
that disgusting one in her mouth had been matched with a climax of her own. 
Crusted sperm covered her, front and rear. 

Staggering out of the bedroom, she went to the bathroom and slid under a hot 
shower. She needed the wet heat to ease the soreness in her aching body. 
Moments later, she began to feel relaxed. 

The shower over, she stepped out and dried herself off with a towel. Then 
she ran her fingers through her short hair, deciding a quick brushing would 
make it fall into place. 

With a wet towel wrapped around her, she stepped from the bathroom into her 
bedroom, and there was Keith, sitting on the stool in front of her dressing 
table. He was in his underwear. 

"How d'you feel?" he asked. 

"Terrible," she replied. "You had no right to do that to me." 

"You had no right cutting me off," he snapped back. "From now on, I'm the 
man of the house." 

"We share responsibilities equally," she reminded him. "I'm working, too. We 
have to work together." 

"Exactly," he nodded. "You and me together. No one else. If anyone tries 
coming between us, I'll. . .." 

"You'll what?" his mother asked. "If anyone's bound to come between us, 
it'll probably be a girl who's interested in you, one whom you'll be unable 
to refuse, and one whom you'll one day marry." 

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to let go of you," the boy insisted. "I 
mean, any girl I become engaged to will have to accept the fact that when 
she marries me, she shares my bed with my mother." 

"I see," Ellen nodded, feeling defeated. "And if I still don't want to do 
this terrible thing with you?" 

"Terrible? You mean wonderful, don't you, Mother? If you still don't want to 
do this wonderful thing with me, we can always have some more parties like 
last night. Those men are my friends for life, now. They really dug fucking 
you." 

"And you?" 

"Me? I dug watching you being fucked by all of them. Oh, yeah, I watched 
every fuck, but I didn't participate. I stayed hidden in the other closet 
the whole time. Now I know you can take a cock in just about any hole in 
your body, and I intend making use of all those holes, Mother, unless you 
object." 

She looked at him, saw the fevered stare in his mad eyes, and Ellen knew the 
only way to maintain some kind of restraint on him would be to give in to 
him. Horrible as she knew it to be, she also knew her body craved it, 
because though she had tried to shut her mind to it, the best fucking she 
had ever received had been from her son. Yes, she would do as he said. 

"I don't object," she shrugged. 

"Good," he smiled. "Take a day to heal. Tomorrow, I move in here." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

There were a multitude of choices Ellen knew she had to consider. The 
initial alternative of calling the police was totally ruled out. Even with 
her husband gone, Ellen didn't want it spread all over the neighborhood that 
her son and she were involved in an incestuous relationship. The second 
alternative of getting him to see a psychiatrist would have to wait, at 
least for a little while. Aside from their having little-enough money, it 
wasn't quite little-enough so that the boy would be entitled to free medical 
help. Besides, anything free was usually worth what one paid for it. The 
final alternative consisted of temporary acceptance, but knowing the boy as 
she did, he wouldn't be content with her "letting" him fuck her. Not that 
she would be able to remain quiescent during those times anyway. But he 
would want to be certain of his masculinity, and masculinity to him meant 
making her, his mother, respond to what he wanted. Simple common sense told 
her, if she were to retrain her sanity and not continually mentally chastise 
herself for what she was doing, then she had to go into this with a totally 
open mind. Not only that, she had to make up her mind that no matter how 
heinous it was, since no one was actually being hurt by it, she was to enjoy 
it, yes, enjoy it. 

So the following evening, when she and her son returned from work and had 
dinner, they went to separate bathrooms and showered, and then, not 
bothering to put on clothing, met in her bedroom. The boy had the good sense 
to leave his clothing in his own bedroom, but he would be sleeping on his 
father's side of the bed from now on. 

Ellen knew he was waiting to see her reaction to all this. If she began 
showing reticence, if she tried talking him out of this, if she felt it 
necessary to withhold herself in any way, she knew he would take it as a 
personal insult. She had to make him believe she was in whole-hearted 
agreement with what he wanted. 

Accepting this made Ellen feel a lessening of the pain she had been 
experiencing at the thought of continual incest. It was something she would 
do for her own good and the good of her son-for a little while, anyway. 
Besides, they had both undergone the horrible ordeal of losing Joel. So in 
that respect her heart went out to her son, and in so doing, she began 
feeling the kind of love he was hoping she would feel. 

Ellen, for the first time in her life, felt a rich, meaningful kind of love 
coursing through her entire body. She felt a sensuous awakening as she lay 
on her back, totally naked on the bed, looking up at her son, seeing him 
through entirely different eyes. He was no longer merely her son. He was her 
lover. Yes, he was her lover and she had to accept it. The ghost of a smile 
touched her full, sensuous mouth, and she whispered to him, "Keith, darling, 
wonderful Keith. .. ." 

"Ellen," he gasped, his voice filled with a sob of emotion. 

There was no son or mother here. There was Keith and Ellen, two people about 
to fuck and enjoy the greatest of all life's wonderful thrills. Male and 
female-man and woman. 

He lowered himself to the bed, his face pressing against her ample bosom, 
and he began sobbing, crying because she was accepting him. His tears washed 
against her heatedly sensitive flesh. The woman's arms convulsively cradled 
him to her, holding his lean youthful body tight as he clutched her 
trembling form with amazing strength. 

"My darling, my wonderful lover," she whispered, and she realized she meant 
what she was saying. Deep down, some part of her had wanted this all along 
as much as her son, and as a result, having forced her conscious to accept 
it, she was home free in letting all her feelings run rampant. 

"I love the feel of your body against mine," she told the youth, and 
realized she was telling the truth. "You feel so warm, so muscular, so 
strong, so dependable." Dependable! That was what he wanted to hear most of 
all. His mother was not only accepting him as a lover, but was coming to 
depend on him. 

Instinctively she turned onto her side still clinging to him, pressing his 
face into her breasts. Now she was able to feel all of his lean, hard 
nakedness pressing against her, and rather than feeling repelled as she had 
two nights earlier, with all those men, she felt more strongly attracted 
than she had ever felt in her entire life. She pulled him up to her, kissing 
his face, her knees against his, her thighs against his, her belly against 
his, the long, swollen cock already erect and between the two flat stomachs. 

Gradually, little by little, Ellen's body, without her realizing it, began 
to slowly undulate. She was making the initial move now that she had 
accepted the incest as natural and normal. It was a slow, rotating movement 
of abdomen against abdomen as she clung to her handsome son. Her heart began 
pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as once again she felt fires 
of overpowering lust for the youth, only this time they hadn't been inspired 
by any attack of his. This time she had been the aggressor, and with every 
passing second she was that much more aware of how much she wanted him. 
Desires for his teenage flesh totally overwhelmed her, flaring like a forest 
fire through her seething loins. 

Ellen was more aware of her need for the boy than ever before. She had 
started this with the intent of merely satisfying the boy and pretending to 
him that she was whole-heartedly in agreement with him. But the truth was, 
she needed it as much as he. God! This was insane! She wanted to be fucked 
by her own son. She was as sick as he. If this be sickness, then she 
intended making the most of it. 

Her wetly pulsating vagina was already secreting droplets of oil from 
within, revealing to her the extent of her forbidden passion for her boy. 
Her nipples, without being massaged, simply from pressing against the boy's 
chest, were enlarging to hardness that hurt. There was a moment of utter and 
supreme delight and ecstasy. She reveled in this feeling, and then her 
conscience, in one last effort, tried struggling to the foreground one last 
time. This was forbidden sin. This was horrible! This was incest! 

Ellen thought she had to release her son, to stop this, to certainly stop 
thinking in this shameless way before she once again "went all the way," 
allowing his cock to penetrate her body. She had to close her mind to the 
fact that he was a desirable male. The boy would rant and rave. He would 
threaten her with another "party." But somehow she had to make him listen to 
reason, to stop this depravity before it went so far, neither of them would 
ever be able to extricate themselves from it. Dear God! No matter what he 
felt for her, her own desire for him was even stronger. For the first time 
she was sorry she was his mother, because if there was anything she really 
wanted it was to live the rest of her life being fucked by him, knowing how 
much he really cared for her. She ached to think of taking his penis in her 
hand, tugging on it, even taking it into her mouth. Yes, her son's was one 
penis she would gladly take into her mouth. She would suck on it, drink the 
white flow from it, clog her cheeks with the essences of it, and glut her 
throat with it. 

But in spite of the thoughts running rampant through her head, and in spite 
of the nagging of a dying conscience, she found her arms would not release 
her son's body. She refused to turn her back on him and pull away from the 
vibrant warmth of his firm, muscular body. She clung to him even more 
tightly, and her desire-ridden self began writhing all the more hungrily as 
they squirmed against one another on the bed. Her long, firm thighs slowly 
began separating, opening and closing rhythmically, and then, as she slung 
one of her legs over her son's naked hips, her mind began filling itself 
with the remembrance of the blond man pumping his cock in and out of her 
mouth. She remembered quite clearly seeing the thickness as well as feeling 
it-that searing image of the horrible Roy's throbbing cock consuming every 
cell in her mind's eye with wave after wave of suddenly hot, implacable 
desire. Where she had been ready to regurgitate two nights earlier, the 
thought made her lick her lips, causing sensations to build in her 
desire-tightened belly, her heatedly pulsating vagina throbbing all the more 
rapidly, causing her to almost moan aloud with continually building delight. 
She wanted to suck her son's cock! 

Do it! her mind screamed at her, shouting wildly. Then her conscience's last 
gasp, Ellen Blackton, don't allow this to happen, don't let your son know 
you've become as perverted as he. If both of you fall victim to this, 
there'll be no cure for either of you. Stop! Stop now, before you destroy 
yourself and the boy along with you. If you have no feeling for yourself, do 
it for the boy's sake! 

But even as these pleading thoughts exploded like firebombs in the searing 
depths of her mind, other words were beginning to build in her throat, words 
from her subconscious; from her very id. Before she was able to stop them, 
the bubbling words boiled past her violently trembling lips. 

"Keith. .. my love... my darling... I adore you.. . I want you more than 
I've ever wanted any man in the world.. . you're everything to me... you, 
only you.. . I've never felt for any man that which I feel for you. .. 
You're wonderful ... and you're the most fabulous lover I've ever known ... 
I need you...." 

Holding tightly to his beautiful, redheaded naked mother, panting hotly 
against the softness of her warm flesh, the handsome seventeen-year-old 
heard the words, but more, he felt them, knowing, instinctively, that what 
she was saying came from her heart. Her body twisted voluptuously against 
his, arousing him all the more. He was becoming more and more aware of her 
tantalizing nakedness, the hairs on her vagina scraping against his own 
pelvis, causing static to tingle through him. Her legs tightly locked 
themselves around his buttocks, and desire for her continued flaring, 
uncontrolled, in his shuddering body. His heart was burning with love for 
her. It was no longer mere sexual desire, but the true love he had professed 
the first time he had spoken with her. He more than desired her, he actually 
loved her as much as a seventeen-year-old was capable of loving. It was a 
love totally different from anything else he had ever felt, and this time 
the love needed the ultimate form of expression. It needed . .. release! 

In that one moment of undeniable truth, Keith finally became aware that 
while all he had really felt for his mother before was the love of a son for 
a mother mingled with the passionate carnal desire of a male for a female, 
now he began feeling true love in the fullest sense. He wanted to make love 
to her in every way possible, but it was more than physical now. It was 
emotional, and in order to surrender to these emotions, he had to do all the 
things he had wanted to do when he had merely felt physical desire for her. 

He had sucked her cunt once and he had loved it. Now the thought occurred to 
him that he would love to do it again. But this time he wanted to do it not 
because of a desire to merely make his mother want him. He ached to suck her 
pussy because he actually felt the need to do so-to taste her, to thrill to 
the touch of her cunt against his pressing mouth. 

The youth jerked his head up and looked along the length of their bodies, 
staring at the way she pressed her curvaceous form against him. A tremulous 
sob of want burst from the depths of his throat as he chastised himself for 
what he had done to her, having all those men fuck her so cruelly. If true 
love was what was motivating him, there was no need for him to use cruelty 
on his mother. 

In that moment, the madness of pure lust that had controlled the boy's brain 
lifted, and in its place was actual love and wanton desire. His eyes 
wandered with a will of their own over the lovely marble-white form of his 
mother, taking in all of her delectable loveliness as she twisted on the bed 
against him. He stared for the first time at the perfection of her breasts, 
not merely hugging and squeezing and pinching them, but looking at them and 
appreciating them. So lush, so ripe, so like full melons, and her breasts 
had points that were rich, pink berries, berries surrounded by circles of 
their own juices. Looking down, he saw the auburn hair, a shade darker than 
the hair on her head, sparsely covering her rich, pink vagina. The 
glistening vaginal furrow seemed to beckon to him. She was unquestionably 
beautiful, far more beautiful than any of those cunts he had seen in the 
movies at his friends' homes. All his friends had self-threading eight 
millimeter projectors and they bought these tiny ten minute films of men 
fucking and sucking women in every conceivable way. Some of the women were 
stunners, too. But not one began to compare to his mom. She was the most 
fantastically lovely woman in the whole world, and his desire for her was 
not merely an animal craving, but a deeply spiritual want, as well. 

Perspiration broke out on the handsome youth's tan forehead as his devouring 
eyes continued taking in the absolutely delightful beauty of his mother's 
total nakedness. She was trembling, tingling with anticipation, and the boy 
felt it all. He felt a strange vibrancy in his shuddering loins as he 
continued staring at her delightful voluptuousness, unable to look away. He 
felt an aching of acute pleasure in his restlessly hard, thick phallus. 
After having seen what those other men had sported, he knew for a fact that 
his cock was one of the longest, thickest around. Sure there were probably 
quite a few that were longer and thicker, but not in this neck of the woods. 

His eyes finally came to rest on the rising and falling swells of her 
rounded hips as she continued grinding her hot furrow of cunt against the 
swollen thickness of his cock. Jesus! She really did want him! What in all 
the world was there more wonderful than the knowledge that his mother wanted 
him to fuck her as much as he wanted her? She was tormenting him with her 
need, and his erection was getting harder and harder. 

He tore his eyes away from her because he knew to continue staring would 
only lead to his having a premature ejaculation, and he wanted to save his 
climax for her body. He wouldn't be doing her justice any other way. 

Reaching down, he pulled up the folded-over blanket, covering the two of 
them for the moment, creating an even stronger intimacy between them as they 
cuddled together beneath the covers. His hands filled themselves with the 
fullness of her naked breasts, and he let go of the covers only to see his 
mother kick them off to the side, preventing him from concealing their naked 
bodies in any way. 

The beautiful woman stared at the handsome youth, her hands running along 
his arms, caressing his wrists, her features contorted with lust and desire 
as she made it obvious to the boy the anxiety filling her wanton mind. She 
had to have him. 

Keith responded automatically, breaking her grip, but only to tease her. He 
had no desire to cool the overpowering passion in them, but rather felt the 
desire intensify all the more. Churning fires leaped and swirled through 
both their bellies, and she made it more than obvious her desires completely 
paralleled his. Her hips were still grinding circularly, her cunt rubbing 
against his cock, her hotly hungry vagina seeping with flooded liquids as 
her seething passion continued mounting. 

Dimly, Ellen knew she had lost total control of herself. She no longer 
allowed her conscience to dictate to her, because her conscience was in 
direct conflict with overpowering wants and needs inside her. She wanted her 
son's cock. She wanted it in her body .. . anywhere . . . everywhere. She 
wanted his sperm to glut her cunt, fill her throat, flood her ass, and what 
was left she wanted to rub into her skin as a soothing balm. 

"Keith, darling, forgive me for having opposed you before," she murmured to 
the boy. "I want you! I want you more than you ever wanted me! I want you to 
fuck me until I can't walk straight." 

She heard the obscene words coming from between her own lips, lips that had 
been wetted with a tongue anxious to taste the boy, and yet she knew what 
she was saying was truth. There was nothing wrong in uttering truth, no 
matter how obscene some might think it to be. 

"I love you, Ellen," he told her again. 

"Almost as much as I love you," she said to him. "I need you, from this day 
forward, as my lover, my protector, my guardian ... I need you to fuck me!" 

The boy's mind reeled with overpoweringly wanton joy. He wanted her more 
than anything else in the world, and now knew for sure her desire for him 
was just as strong. He had hoped to make her feel this way over a period of 
time, but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. A low moan filled his 
throat, letting her know he intended doing just about everything possible to 
her that a man was capable of doing to a woman. 

But now that the madness that had possessed him for so long was gone, he 
suddenly felt the need to fully understand this strange, forbidden desire 
that had taken control of the both of them. There was a love building 
between them that would not end when consummation was completed. He realized 
now that with each fucking, his desire for her would become even stronger. 

By now, the teenage boy was no longer capable of thinking straight, clinging 
tightly to his mother, feeling her surround him with her arms. He listened 
to his mother's words, thick with passion, as he lay back on the bed, 
feeling her hot fingers moving seductively on his arms and back, watching 
her sensuously naked torso writhe and squirm with building desire as his own 
arousal continued to mount and intensify to greater heights, swelling within 
him until it was like a towering breaker all set to crash on the beach of 
his emotions, threatening to crush him with unimaginable force-a force more 
powerful than his seventeen years gave him the power to comprehend. 

He was aware of his thickly swollen phallus becoming even longer and 
weightier, stretching to a painful stiffness the like of which he had never 
known before. It jutted straight up between their bellies, oils from the 
head seeping against the flesh of both of them. Oh, Christ! He was filled 
with fire, now! His entire physical being was lost in a swirling whirlpool 
of the age-old hunger all male bodies at one time or another have known 
since time immemorial. The only difference was, his excitement was derived 
from the knowledge that not only would he be fucking his own mother, but 
that she wanted it as much as he. She was urging him to shove the full 
length of his pulsating penis into the sodden depths of that cunt he had 
fucked once already, and this time she would know it was his and welcome it. 
That pulsating oily warm interior of hers would grab his penis, knowing it 
belonged to him, and would nurse on it. 

Moaning out her own inner arousal, letting the love she felt for her son 
make itself known, her fevered eyes fastened firmly on the virile penis 
standing erect between their bellies, and she realized it was longer and 
harder now than it had been the first time it had fucked her. God! It was 
immense! Lust made wild joy spring uncontrollably inside her as a rising 
spiral of wanton desire continued swirling through her shuddering form. 

He was harder than ever, betraying the fact that it was more than lust. It 
was love on his part as much as hers. Her son loved her, adored her, wanted 
her spiritually as well as physically. She had known she was, to some 
degree, an exciting woman, because even at his dullest her husband had 
always been completely aroused when the time came for him to bury his penis 
into her. 

Worked up to a fevered pitch of complete sensuousness merely from looking at 
her teenage son and seeing the love in him as well as the desire, Ellen 
lifted herself on one elbow and threw her arms around the handsome youth's 
neck, pulling his face to hers, letting their lips blend together in the 
first kiss brought on by pure love. She kissed his face all over, his 
cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, his nose, his chin, his jawline, but most of 
all, his lips. Her hot, hard tongue darted between his lips, probing there, 
seeking his own tongue. She deliberately pressed her thick nipples against 
his small, mannish ones, all but flattening the fullness of her pillowy 
breasts against his chest as her hips continued pumping uncontrollably 
against him, grinding her cunt against his balls. The wetly pulsating 
vaginal core of her continued heavily secreting the hidden liquids of her 
intense passion, so much so that now a small, silvery trail of heated ooze 
ran across her naked inner thighs and fell down onto the sheets, below. 

The boy clung ferociously to his mother, responding to her kisses, and she 
clung tightly to him, her mouth all but enveloping his entire face as she 
kissed him again and again. Her washing tongue, leaping here and there, 
dotting his face, caused fire to leap through his loins in white-hot surges, 
and the impatient heat burned its way directly into his cock, making it even 
thicker and longer than before. The seventeen-year-old youth continued 
moaning, completely lost now, as much a slave to his mother's body as she 
was to his, both willing parties to all that would happen from now on, for 
both of them knew something in the very center of their souls that few 
people knew concerning their relationships with other people. Ellen's 
relationship with her son was based on true love, undeniable love, the love 
of one sex for the other, and it was an honest relationship. How many people 
marry simply for expediency, because it's easier for them than to face some 
other consequence, and then afterward go through life not really loving one 
another? 

This intense, honest, open relationship between them had started building 
from the moment the boy had initially fucked his mother, though neither of 
them had been aware of it until now. Now that it had surfaced, each realized 
the feeling was as inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun. 

The boy's mouth opened under the demanding kisses of the older woman. She 
had more experience than he, and though he had initiated all this, the 
simple fact was, she still knew more than he, and so he let her take the 
lead. He was responding, kiss for kiss, lick for lick, sucking as much on 
the wet probe of her tongue as she was on his tongue. He moaned in the low 
depths of his chest as his hands slowly wandered over his mother's 
shoulders, down to the smooth swells of her broad hips, then upward to 
locate the fullness of her breasts. Using instinctive knowledge, knowledge 
partially gained from his previous time with his mother, and knowledge that 
was purely natural, the boy began rolling his thumbs over his mother's erect 
little nipples, making them even longer, thicker, and harder, bringing 
quivers and gasps of utter rapture from her passion-tensed body. 

Ellen reveled in the taste of her son's lips and tongue as she kissed back 
with a vengeance, and she thrilled to the wanton touch of his young, hot 
hands on her nakedly sensitive breasts. For the first time since he had 
fucked her a week earlier, she began feeling a deep inner sense of peace, as 
if her body did indeed belong to the boy now that his father had chosen to 
run away. The horrible weight on her mind was slowly lifting, for she knew 
she had someone who, for now at least, loved her as much as she loved him, 
and he loved her the same way she loved him. It definitely wasn't wrong. 
This wasn't the mere sating of flesh. Her soul didn't feel sick, but rather 
enthralled. She had suddenly discovered an entirely new life with her son, 
and if the rest of the world disapproved, well then the rest of the world 
need not know about it. This new life with her male offspring would 
transcend all else in its wonder and magnitude. Her son was so young, so 
virile, not yet at the peak of his manhood which was still two years away, 
and he was all hers for now. No one else had him, and she would do her 
utmost to keep him interested in her for as long a time as was humanly 
possible. He was hers. 

The shamelessly aroused red-haired woman clung firmly to the handsome youth 
who had sprung from her body, kissing and moaning in hunger while he 
continued to fondle and tease her firmly upthrust breasts, tweaking the 
nipples gently until they seemed ready to burst, they were so hard. 

A moment later her eyes snapped open and she gasped, shuddering as she felt 
his wonderful hands slowly, gently, carefully moving across her belly again, 
exploring. Then the youth's hesitant fingertips were touching the red, 
silken strands of her pussy hair. 

"Ummmmm ... yessssss...." she hissed. "Do that, darling. Oh, God! Yes! Yes! 
Yes! Keep on doing that and don't stop!" she panted, hurling her hips firmly 
against his caressing hand. 

The boy was unable to believe the wild effect he was having on his aroused 
mother. He knew she was a hot woman from the last time he had been with her, 
but this time, knowing it was he, she was urging him on, letting him know 
how much she adored his touch. One thing was certain, and that was, her 
excitement was contagious. He felt his own hungry need burgeoning with an 
abruptness that was almost terrifying, for it was far stronger and deeper 
than anything he had previously felt. 

He was a bit more certain of himself this time than that first time, and he 
settled himself a little closer to the full, voluptuous nakedness of the 
madly writhing woman, sliding his outstretched middle finger through her 
velvety pubic hair to the wetly hot flesh, and into the seething trench of 
her cunt. His finger slid across the erect button of her upstanding 
clitoris, and this made Ellen groan with sheer delight, opening her legs 
that much wider, as if her son had touched some automatic button. Slowly, 
wonderingly, Keith moved his searching finger through the entire sodden 
length of her soaking pussy, his movements eliciting a soft moan each time 
the ball of his finger caressed the throbbing nub of her clitoris. 

Ellen bucked and bounced, her body out of control, undulating insanely under 
her son's constant fingering ministrations. She screwed her tantalizing 
pelvis upward, massaging that most sensitive button against the full length 
of the boy's finger. There was no way for her to help herself. The 
passionate woman had to show her loving son how much she thought of him as a 
man and how much she needed him. She needed him to help her in every way, 
but at the moment she needed him most of all to do what a man does with a 
woman. She needed his hose inside her to put out the intolerable flames of 
inner anguish mixed with her uncontrollable primeval hunger. 

Slowly she reached down between their naked bodies and her fingers closed 
over the thick length of his burningly pulsating staff. Hearing the youth 
moan in pleasure, she began gently stroking his virile stiffness, feeling 
his spongy penile head scraping against the ring formed by her thumb and 
forefinger. A rapturous tingle filled every fiber of her inner being at the 
feel of heatedly pulsating flesh sliding through her palm. She stroked 
lovingly as she used her other fingertips to continue caressing the wrinkled 
smoothness of his hairless scrotum. 

"Unnnnnh!" the young boy moaned, gasping softly as she nakedly sat up and 
then crouched over her son's legs, sliding between them, never once taking 
her hand from the rock-solid tower of Keith's cock. He stared down in 
disbelief, for he didn't think his mother would have willingly done this 
after seeing the way she had distastefully undergone what Roy had done to 
her. But her pink tongue was flicking out and washing against the boy's 
penile head. It was the first time a tongue had ever touched his cock, and 
he was ablaze with desire as never before. 

"Ohh hhh ... hhh hhuuuu uuuhhh hh ... Godddd uhhhhh . . . Ellen...." he 
gasped, for at this point he no longer thought of her as his mother in any 
way, but as Ellen, his wife, mistress, and lover. "Your mouth ... ooooohhhh 
... it feels so good ... so good. ..." 

The kneeling, redheaded mother began swirling her saliva-coated tongue 
around and around the ultra-sensitive, thick tip of his penis and finally 
wiggled the very tip of her tongue into the little penile opening from which 
the oil was continually seeping all over the head of his throbbing cock. 

Ellen felt an uncontrollable thrill sear through her tantalized loins as she 
tasted, for the first time in her life, the oils coming from the penis of 
her handsome young son, further proof of his masculinity. She dipped her 
head down to lick the full length of his warmly throbbing phallus, tracing a 
scorching path of wetness with her extended tongue all the way down to the 
base and then back up to the minaret-shaped tip again. At last she parted 
her full, pink lips and surrounded the mushroom-shape of the crown, and 
little by little she began sucking the full length of the pulsating organ 
into her mouth. Her head sank lower, lower, lower, and soon the glans was 
pressing against her throat. Even now she didn't stop, but continued lower, 
forcing the thickly bloated knob into her gullet, widening her throat as she 
gagged and choked and sucked the penis inside. 

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" the boy gasped. "Oh, yes sssss 

... oh wow wwwww. .. ." 

Keith was whimpering as chills continued charging up and down his shuddering 
spine while he felt the painfully hardened staff of gristle and flesh 
sinking deep into the burning recesses of his mother's anxiously sucking 
mouth. Instinctively, as he had done when grinding his cock into his 
mother's cunt, the youth began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips, 
lifting his loins higher in order to push even more of his protruding penis 
into her gullet. He was unable to believe it when he saw her tantalizing, 
glistening lips slowly tighten and suck, the slurping noises of her own 
saliva and his oils sliding down her throat. Her lips were an elastic band 
now below his corona, the tongue pressuring against the underside of the 
glans as it swelled and receded again and again. Then she pushed her face 
down and sucked in the entire length of his cock as if it were a stalk of 
sugar cane. The head slammed into her gullet, and though she coughed and 
choked, she forced her face even lower, taking more and more of it in, and 
then her mouth rose until her lips were once again surrounding his penile 
head, and nothing more. 

He gasped as he stared at her lust-contorted face, her lips stretched with 
the thick flesh of his powerfully pulsing penis buried in the depths of her 
saliva-filled mouth. In the meantime, she continued massaging the soft, 
resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while stroking the base of his 
phallus with the other each time her lips moved high enough. 

Ellen began moving her lips faster and faster along the throbbing length of 
her son's hard cock, the hardened spear of flesh slipping wetly between her 
lips as they tightly compressed around it. The pressure filled the boy's 
loins with a strange, wild inner yearning, and he jerked his hips up and 
down in a staccato rhythm as if trying to cram more than the full length of 
the organ all the way into her clamping gullet. 

Not for one moment did Ellen slow down her sucking. She sucked hungrily, 
greedily, anxiously as the handsome Keith continued brutally fucking his 
thighs up and down, slamming his cock into the tight hole in her face. The 
redheaded woman felt ready to go out of her mind with thrilled pleasure. 
This was exciting and delightful as having Roy's cock in her mouth had been 
disgusting and awful. The hammering of his cock-head was like feeling his 
heartbeat in her mouth. 

When the boy began shuddering, and she felt little jerking twitches in his 
urethra, the naked, white-skinned mother realized her son was on the verge 
of orgasming into her mouth. She paused for a moment, wondering if she 
should let him go all the way this way. No, she decided. There had to be 
more than just this. She didn't want him coming, yet. 

Pulling her mouth away from the pulsating stiffness of the boy's cock, she 
raised her head and smiled at him, her lips all shiny from the continuous 
seepage of oils that came from the tip of his cock. 

"Good?" was all she asked. 

"God, yes!" Keith gasped. "I almost came. Why did you stop?" 

"I had my reasons," she smirked. "Do you like my mouth as much as you do my 
vagina?" 

"Oh, geez, that's one heck of a choice," Keith muttered. "They're both 
great, both, you know that." 

He was moaning with desire, a new surge of lasciviousness blasting through 
him as he realized all this pleasure was coming because of the love he felt 
for his mother and the love she felt for him. God! He was certain she was 
far better than any schoolgirl he might have picked on. "Again?" he pleaded. 

"Fine," she nodded. "But don't come. I want to save your climax for 
something we can both enjoy." 

Ellen lowered her lovely face again until her lips were once again 
surrounding the onion-shaped, angry purple tip of the young boy's throbbing 
cock. Slowly she slid the tube of her mouth down, encompassing the rigid 
length of his masculine cock, digging her teeth gently into the hard, 
throbbing flesh. The Boy's hips jerked impatiently upward against her face 
as she used her tongue to swath around and around the thickening glans. Then 
he slammed his cock in deeper, the head hitting the back of her mouth before 
pushing into her gullet. 

Ellen felt her vaginal slit pulsating as it flooded with oils built up 
within her. The throbbing in her love-starved fleshy cunt threatened to 
unhinge her mind. God! She had to have her young son's powerful penis 
embedded firmly inside her frenetically pulsating vagina. She would go out 
of her mind if she didn't get some relief. 

"Uuu uunnnn nnhhhh . .. ohhhhhh .. . shit. . . aaa aannnn nnhhhhh . . . ooo 
oonnnh hh .. . suck it . . . suck it. . . suck it.. .." he gasped, his 
muffled cry coming to her popping ears as she felt the youth's churning 
buttocks lift completely off the mattress and begin rotating in the air. 

Ellen sucked as if she were an insatiable succubus, her lips pulling firmly 
at his virile rod of flesh, the delicious piquancy of Keith's young 
genitalia alone almost enough to drive her to the very brink of orgasm. She 
tenderly cupped his sperm-filled testicles in her hand, and then the 
redheaded mother began washing the full length of the boy's cock with her 
working tongue. She felt its stiffness and its frightening power within her 
sucking cheeks. The organ was heatedly pulsing-a throbbing that was echoed 
in the drawstring-tightness of her vagina, now. God! She felt as if her cunt 
was all ablaze with need. 

Keith stared at his mother's delightfully obscene, bobbing head as it worked 
demoniacally around the stiff extension of his penis. The head shot into her 
gullet again and again, moving more easily now, but still feeling the tight 
fit each time it plundered its way inside. The youth felt an intolerable 
pressure building up to the point of explosiveness in the depths of his 
testicles, and he knew it wouldn't be long now. At the last moment, just as 
he was nearing that point of no-return, certain his frantically thrusting 
cock was about to blow and shoot gushes of hot semen down her guzzling 
throat, he felt his mother once again withdraw her tantalizing mouth. Damn! 

Then she was climbing nakedly on top of him. Her breath was ragged against 
his face as she whispered to him, "Honey .. . Keith, darling, I need your 
loving, right now. I want you to put your penis inside me. I want you to 
fill me with its flesh. Fuck me, darling son ... I want to feel every last 
little bit of your wonderful cock thrusting its way into me... please... 
please:.. don't stop ... do it ... do it for me right nowwwwww...." she 
gasped, then lowered her wetly open mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue 
thrusting deep as she filled his mouth with some of his own penile oil. 

She kissed the youth with an overpowering hunger as she guided her damply 
pulsing vagina directly over the youth's upright stalk. He seemed unable to 
move, so it might be to her advantage to take the initiative. 

This way he would be certain, once and for all, that what she was doing with 
him she was doing out of love and nothing else. 

But with a deep moan the handsome youth forced his mouth away from his 
mother's, then flung her onto her back while he climbed onto her nakedly 
trembling body. Impatient moans leaped from Keith's throat as he reached 
down and plunged his outstretched middle finger into the soft, warmly 
quivering slit of her tantalizing vagina, moving it around and around, 
thrilling to the way her cunt had adjusted to the finger, clamping as 
tightly around it as it had clamped around his thrusting cock when he had 
fucked her last week. 

Keith's eyes gorged themselves with the sight of his mother's naked 
loveliness, then they traveled over her nude form, finally coming to rest on 
her wantonly writhing vaginal mound. Then he remembered how much she had 
enjoyed his going down on her that first time. She had been so aroused and 
ecstatic, she had pushed his face as far into her cunt as was humanly 
possible. Without thinking about anything else, the handsome young boy 
slowly slid down his mother's nakedly wriggling form until his face was 
poised directly above the softly curling tendrils of her vaginal fuzz. He 
then proceeded to trail his tongue downward, licking the full length of her 
wetly splayed vaginal furrow, very much aware of the pussy hairs tickling 
his nose and cheeks. The smell of her warmly perfumed cunt thrilled him as 
he heard his darling mother gasp out her passion. 

"Aaa a?annn nngggg hhhhhh . . . ooooon nnnggg ggghhh hh . .. yes sssssss ... 
do that... do that. . . don't stop... it feels so good I can't stand it... I 
can't stand it .. . aaa aannnn nhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh .. . yes ssss . .. keep 
it up . .. hhh hhaaaa annnnn hhhhh . . . ooo ohhhhh h . . . wow wwwwww 
aaaaag gggghh hhh. . . ." she groaned, her head whipping uncontrollably from 
side to side. "Darling, put it in me ... ohhhhhh . .. fuck meee ... I need a 
good cock now... right now ... fuck meeeeeee... ." 

The handsome young Keith opened his mouth even wider at this point, moving 
his tongue downward along the smooth, succulently wet, sodden pinkness that 
looked so much like the interior of an oyster shell. He stared at the heavy 
droplets of vaginal dew that sprinkled themselves all over her cuntlips, 
then he drove his tongue into her, moving it faster and faster, sliding the 
organ into her wetly dilated channel as far as it would go, just as he had 
done the other day. The handsome young boy was reveling in what he was 
doing, making all kinds of mewling, unintelligible sounds as he swirled his 
oral digit around and around the velvety interior of her softly pulsating 
vaginal tunnel. God! There was no doubt about it! His mother really loved 
what he was doing to her. At the moment she was totally helpless, unable to 
do a thing to stop him if she so wished, and he knew for a fact that she 
didn't wish. He was the master, the boss, the dominant one. The knowledge of 
this domination sent wild surges of power through his shuddering brain. 

"Aaa aannnn hhhhh ... ohh hhhnnn nnhhhhh ... ggg gghhhh huuuun nnnnng 
gggghhh.. . ." she continued gasping, her mind a swirling haze of rapture. 

Keith drew his moistly probing tongue from the seething depths of his 
mother's cunt, remembering something else he had read. He stabbed downward, 
letting it slide between her asscheeks into the tight little fistula of her 
anus. Ellen, who had never experienced anything like that in her entire 
life, sucked her breath in with a single gasping swallow, then moaned with 
uncontrolled rapture, flinging her loins at the boy's face as hard as she 
was able, causing his tongue to dig deep into her forbidden anal opening. 
Her wantonly naked and aroused body shuddered beneath the youth's consistent 
oral assault and she almost went totally out of her mind as jolt after jolt 
of thrilling pleasure rippled through her quaking loins. God! She wasn't 
able to take it any longer. Her son had to fuck her now or the top of her 
head would come off. 

"Keeeeeithhhhhhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . pleeeee-aaaase . .. fuck me . .. fuck 
me nowwwww ... I can't stand it anymore ... I need you ... I need your cock 
... I need it in my cunt... I'm dying to feel it inside.. . fuck me!" she 
begged and pleaded, pulling on his short, brown hair with all her strength. 
But then she felt his wetly lapping tongue once again return to the cavern 
of her pussy and she gasped, "No more... no more. . . come up here ... fuck 
me.. .." 

Unable to control his own lusting need any longer, the young Keith took his 
mouth away from the open pit that was his mother's quivering vagina. Slowly 
he moved his tongue up the length of her body, washing her flesh, teasing 
her breasts, stopping only when he reached her mouth, and then he let his 
tongue, still coated with some of her own oily secretions, sink between her 
teeth, making her taste her own internal oils as she had made him do moments 
before. 

"Jesus!" he gasped. "I'm on the edge, now. I'm almost ready to shoot my 
load," he moaned, his mouth hungrily seeking hers. 

The boy kissed his mother deeply, his spearing tongue washing the sharp 
taste of her vaginal juices through her mouth. Then, miraculously, he was 
once again aware of the way she was parting her long, slender beautiful 
legs. . . splitting them wider, wider, wider apart. Little by little he 
pressed the length of his hotly burning cock against the tantalizing slit of 
his mother's cunt. 

Ellen reached down and took a firm grip on her handsome son's long, swollen 
mass of solid cock. She guided the waiting head toward her bubbling 
femininity, and her vaginal mouth slowly opened. When she felt she wasn't 
open enough, she used the thick head to part her sponge-like interior that 
much more, and the labia separated just enough. The beautiful red haired 
mother gasped aloud at the sudden contact of her seventeen-year-old son's 
hardened organ probing against her soft vaginal flesh. 

"Unnnnhhhh! God! Yes! Do it! Do it! Do it! N-o-o-o-o-o-wwwww! Fuck it into 
me! Don't waste any more time! Do it now!" she gasped in wild, 
uncontrollable rapture. 

Keith gasped with thrilled delight and slowly shoved his hips forward, 
wanting to do this just right, this time, not in any hurry, because this 
time his mother knew exactly who was fucking her. He wanted to be gentle, 
but he also wanted to be felt. 

"Mom ...aaaa nnnnnhhhhhh...ohhhhh...hhhh-uuuuunnnnnnhhhh.. .Mom. . .." he 
gasped out like a little boy, forgetting to call her by her given name. His 
throat sounded as if he was paralyzed as he felt the warm, soft inner lips 
of her pussy separate and then close around his ultra-sensitive penile head. 

The youth was afraid to move. The pleasurable sensations he was feeling were 
far stronger than those he had felt the first time he had buried his cock in 
his mother's cunt. The sensual feeling of her heatedly pulsating flesh 
surrounding his long, throbbing thickness was enough to make him want to 
come almost instantly. Oh, God! She had been good the last time, but now, 
wide awake, knowing who he was, accepting him for himself and loving him 
even more than she had loved his father, she was exhibiting a far greater 
range of emotions. He felt that if he moved now, he would explode. His sperm 
would come shooting into the depths of his mother's cunt before she was 
ready. The sensual feeling of her heatedly throbbing inner flesh surrounding 
the full length of his cunt-stoker overpowered him. Hell! It had been 
unbelievably fantastic the first time, and this time it was better. His 
father had to be the biggest prick of all time to walk out on a cunt like 
this. 

"Come on...." she urged, "Come on ... do it... do it... fuck me.. . ." she 
whispered urgently to the boy as she began jerking her naked hips up and 
down, wanting nothing more than to have her darling son fuck her to a wildly 
unbelievable climax, a climax that was already very close. "In and out, in 
and out," she gasped. "Come on ... slide it... do it... do it... do it...." 
she begged. 

Oh, God! She was so close-so close! Her handsome son was going to give her 
the biggest thrill of her life. 

"Aaaaaa nnnnnhhhh... Mom. . . you feel so good in there, so terrific," the 
boy told her. 

He struggled, fighting the overpowering sensations threatening to make him 
come prematurely. The boy slowly pulled his wildly pulsating penis back 
until only the swollen penile head was embedded in the clasping tightness of 
his mother's sucking cunt. Then he pushed forward again, feeling her hips 
move smoothly up to meet his downward plunge, burying the full length of his 
erect, thick phallus in the drowning pool of his mother's pink dehiscence. 

He was aware of his heavily swaying testicles smacking against the upturned 
cheeks of her tantalizing buttocks, and this served as a stimulus to his 
already shocking need. Jesus! He was not only fucking his mother, but she 
was fucking back, knowing it was him, glad to do it. The knowledge that he 
was once again inside his mother's body added excitement to everything. He 
began an instinctive rotating movement with his pelvis, grinding his 
throbbing cock into the depths of her wetly writhing pussy while she 
continued squirming and revolving her naked buttocks circularly, lifting 
them off the bed, straining to get every last little bit of his virile young 
phallus inside her love-starved quim. She moaned, wanting more, aching for 
even harder thrusts from the driving power of her son's pistoning cock, and 
Keith rocked above her, using long, violent strokes that continually jolted 
her body and made the unusually squeaky bedsprings protest as never before. 
Chills of exciting rapture spiraled through the full length of her spine as 
she felt the increasing tempo of his youthfully stiffened shaft fucking in 
and out of her ecstatically throbbing vaginal center. 

"Unh ... God .., oh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... keep fucking ... meeeeee . . 
. uuu nnnhhh . .. yesss-sss . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . keep 
fucking meeeeee ... uuunnn hhhh ... yesssssss ... ohhhh-hhhhh ... hhhhh 
uuuuuu nnnn hhhhh .. . harderrrr ... harderrrrrr...." Ellen loudly wailed as 
she began a corkscrewing motion against her young son's revolving hips, 
thrilling to the way he was nailing his cock into her. She had never 
believed sex, which she had always managed to somehow enjoy, would be this 
fantastic. It was the most utterly wonderful, beautiful thing to happen 
between a male and a female, and it took her son, the product of her own 
body, to make her realize as much. Perhaps because he was so much like 
herself he was able to anticipate her wants and needs and make everything 
that much more enjoyable for her. Certainly her husband had never been able 
to bring her this kind of rapture. The eight men who had used her, one 
willingly, the other seven against her will, had never been able to bring 
her to these heights of ecstasy. 

"Beautifulllll...." she panted. "Ohhhhhh ... yessssss... I love it... I love 
it. .. fuck me harder. . . fuck me harder ... harder...." 

Quickly now, her loving son began increasing the pace with which he was 
pounding into the tightness of her sucking, squeezing, slurping vagina in 
spite of the fact that he was at the very edge himself and had no hope of 
holding back. There was a never-before-known kiln of molten steel brimming 
inside him as his come-filled balls and prostate prepared themselves for the 
eruption of a lifetime. 

Ellen pumped her cock-swallowing cunt all the higher, her walls clinging 
that much more tightly and closely to her son's organ as she maintained a 
simultaneous rhythm with his every thrust, both back and forth. Her entire 
naked form continued writhing and twisting with unbridled wantonness as she 
sought out her ultimate satisfaction. Now the handsome young boy was 
slamming into his wildly moaning mother with overpowering and intensifying 
force, pulling his lust-bloated penis nearly all the way out of her tightly 
clinging vaginal sheath, then viciously plunging into her again until his 
sperm-bloated balls slapped solidly against the tiny pucker of her anal 
opening. The pressure was continuing to mount, sensation billowing up from 
his balls, and the boy's head swam with the awareness that he was going to 
come and fill his mother's cunt with the white fluid manufactured by his own 
body, letting her have the full extent of his love. 

Ellen whipped her head in frenzied movement, rejoicing in the depth of her 
impalement, thrilling to this wonderfully hardened, swollen organ moving in 
and out of her without any sense of control. Ecstatic little moans came from 
her lips, moans that seemingly grew louder with every passing moment and 
then became a continuous wail of pleading. She was all set to hit the top, 
to climax ... oh, God! She had to come! 

Ellen lifted her legs even higher to receive Keith's most powerful driving 
strokes, and this movement caused her tight vaginal muscles to tug even more 
on his driving, pistoning cock as it lanced into her over and over. She felt 
the thickness of the long, skewering organ as it thickened even more, 
growing, enlarging, swelling, pulsing, a little more, a little more, 
more-more-more-more ... and even more. 

"MOTHERRRRR . . . OHHHHH . . . HHHH-UUUU NNNN HHHHH ... GODDDDDD ... I ... 
YYY YYAAAA ANNNNN NNNNGG GGGHHHH ... CAN'T ... HOLD BACK ... GGG GGHHHH 
HAAAAA NNNNNG GGGHHH HHH... AAAAAR RRRRGGGGH HHHUUU UUUNNN NNGGGG HHHHAA 
AAAGGG GGHHHH HUUGGHH ... COMMMM IIIIIN NNNGGG GGUUUU UUNNNN NNNNGG GGGHHH 
HH ... HHHHHAAAA ARR-RRR GGGGGH HHH!" 

It blasted out of him, threatening to tear the head off his cock if he tried 
in any way to restrain himself. 

IT'S GOOOOD . . . GGG GHHHHH UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH.. . ." she told him. 
She cried out in rapturous love as she felt the heat of his exploding semen 
suddenly pour into the bubbling depths of her tautly spasming vaginal 
center. 

"Onnnnhhhhh .. . hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh...." the boy silently whispered, 
letting the last of his orgasmic feeling escape through the safety valve of 
his throbbing cock as he kept the full length of it buried to the limit in 
his mother's seething pussy, touching depths inside which no penis had ever 
been able to previously reach. 

Keith stared down at his mother's passion-contorted face, looking at the 
fullness of her nakedly heaving breasts as she continued to convulse beneath 
him, her mouth wide open, gasps of pure delight oozing from within her. 

"Ahhhhhhhh . . . yesssss . . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . .. goooooooood.. . mmmmm 
... I love it... I love it... I love it... my darling. . . my lover.. .my 
real man. . . my protector ... my sweetheart . . . so ... uuu uun-nnn nhhhhh 
. .. goo oooooddd . . ." she softly moaned while her never-ending flow of 
womanly juices mixed and blended with her son's blank semen, filling her hot 
cunt to overflowing, puddling out around his shrinking cock, the fluids 
catching in both their pelvic thatches, matting the curls together into 
painful little knots, as if by entwining their pubic hairs it would seal the 
vow of love they had made for one another. They were man and woman in a more 
complete sense than any other man and woman on earth at that moment, coming 
together, loving together, re-born, not as mother and son, but as lover and 
lover. 

After a seeming eternity, Ellen's body began to relax as she felt her son 
slowly easing. Both their bodies were, for the moment, sated. So powerful 
was each orgasm, neither had the desire, at the moment for another; 
something that would change in the time to come. 

Ellen's legs slipped from around Keith's body and fell to the mattress as 
she lay as if dead. Keith pulled his limp whang from her cunt in time for it 
to finish shriveling up and withdraw almost into his body. He rolled off his 
mother, and the two lay side by side, both aware there was no turning back 
from what they had begun, both aware they didn't want to turn back. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Ellen was in love all over again. She was in love with the fruit of her own 
loins. Her son was so much more of a man than his father would ever be. 

Keith began expanding his knowledge of photography, and in less than a month 
after he had gone to work full-time, he had gotten his first raise. It 
wasn't much, but it brought home another ten dollars a week after taxes, and 
every little bit helped. 

Ellen had the chance to meet lots of men where she was working as a 
receptionist, but none of them appealed to her. She measured them all 
against Keith and found them all wanting. 

Neither mother nor son seemed to be able to get enough of the other. They 
had intended physically restraining themselves in the hope of prolonging 
their desire for one another, but the more they fucked, the more they wanted 
to fuck, and instead of losing any kind of desire or having the edge of 
sexual need blunted, both felt the overpowering urges more and more 
intensely with every passing day. 

If Ellen took a shower, Keith was right there with her, and with the water 
cascading down on both of them, they would fuck wildly. If Ellen took a 
bath, so much the better, because Keith was able to climb into the tub on 
top of her and start pumping away into her cunt. Though there was a lot of 
oral/genital love, they concentrated mostly on different positions of 
fucking. Ellen bought books like the Karma Sutra and The Perfumed Garden, 
both of which went into lengthy detail when it came to describing the 
multitudes of positions, But the one thing Ellen wasn't willing to try again 
was ass-fucking. After the horror she had gone through with six different 
men plugging her rear-end, she was certain she would never be able to stand 
another connection back there. But Keith continued pressuring her, telling 
her they had to try it. 

"Someday, when you get me in a really amorous mood, maybe," she kept telling 
him. 

That day came toward the end of the year. It was a cold Sunday, and as 
usual, on Sundays, mother and son loafed in bed all day. They had dallied 
quite a bit, and he had given her a good, solid fucking after giving her a 
tongue-bath. More than an hour had gone by, and his cock was once again 
rising. 

He turned his head and lowered it, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth 
as they nakedly sprawled on the big bed. Keith had installed a mirror on the 
ceiling so they would be able to Watch themselves in action. Feeling hunger 
for his mother rapidly returning, he continued nursing at her nipple, 
sucking, sucking, sucking. 

"Ummmmmm!" he mumbled. "You always did taste good. When I was a baby, did 
you nurse me." 

"Naturally," she nodded. 

"No wonder I have this urge to keep sucking those luscious tits of yours. 
God, they're fantastic." 

"Ummmmmm . .. honey.. . you really know how to make Mother happy, don't 
you," she sighed. "But then, being a part of me, I guess you feel what I 
feel, and what makes one of us happy makes both of us happy," she told him, 
the flames of desire continuing to build. "Oh, yes, that feels so wonderful, 
so good, so delightful." 

"Yeah, well, Mom, there is one thing I'd like to try," he told her. "I know 
you felt hurt that one time the guys did it with you, but I noticed you also 
managed to come each time." 

"You mean you'd like to put it in my rear?" she asked. 

"Yeah." 

His eagerly throbbing phallus pressed against his mother's upper thigh, 
twitching, communicating its eagerness at the mere thought of doing such a 
thing. 

"Dear God!" Ellen gasped. "I remember how much it hurt at the time, and not 
one of those men was built as long or as thick as you." 

"Well, they didn't take their time or use any lubricant," the boy adamantly 
insisted. "Besides, they didn't love you. I do." 

His thoughts were still on the breathtaking image of his mother's large 
round asscheeks taking one cock after another between them. Jesus! He was 
able to see his own cock sliding into that tight nook, his hands spreading 
her asscheeks wide. He swallowed, feeling his heart and his cock hammering 
in time. 

Wordlessly, the handsome skinny boy dropped his hungering mouth to his 
mother's soft, resilient mammary mounds, tasting the tender flesh, slowly 
circling one erect nipple, then the other. He sucked her left nipple into 
the wetness of his mouth, using his hungry teeth to gnaw at the tiny rubbery 
nubbin until a thrilled sigh of delight escaped from his mother's throat. 

"Unnnnn hhhhh ... Keith, darling, I can't help it, I love you so much...." 
she told him, her body wrapped up in a turmoil of lust because her son's 
mouth felt as if it belonged on her breast. 

His long, thick, hard cock was jerking against her upper thigh, making her 
aware of its lewd desire. 

"Ummmm!" Keith mumbled as he pulled his mouth from her trembling breast, 
licking his lips. "Want more?" 

"Yes, darling," she nodded. "It feels good, really good. It always feels 
good when you do it-much better than when your father ever made love to me," 
she said in lewdly incestuous invitation. 

Her hands began wandering over her son's broad back as he spread her long, 
trembling thighs in anticipation. Forcing them wider, she smiled 
lasciviously at the boy. 

Keith was also smiling as he continued kissing his mother's nipples, teasing 
each one with the pointed tip of his tongue. She moaned as he slid first 
one, then the other nipple between the sharp edges of his teeth. Then he 
lowered his face and pressed it into the sparseness of her pubic mound, 
feeling the leakage from her cunt as she anticipated what was to come. He 
began gently kissing her quivering cuntlips. 

"Aaaa hhhh uuuu nnnn hhhh!" she gurgled. "That feels so good, so good! Keep 
doing that!" Her voice was all but inaudible, because anything her son did 
to her brought her to her peak in almost no time. She had begun having more 
than one orgasm at a time with him, and each one was a soul-stirring, 
strength-sapping blast of cosmic force that seemed to emanate from within 
and explode outward. He used his tongue on her clitoris for less than a 
minute, bringing her to the edge of satisfaction, and then he stopped. 

"Ohhhhhh . .. n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . you can't stop now ... not now. ..." she 
begged. "Please!" 

"Your ass," he murmured insistently. "I have to fuck you in the ass. I have 
to fuck you everywhere in order to totally possess you." 

Ellen was afraid, yet she was aware of the way her vagina was pulsing, 
flowing with heated liquid desire, a desire that seemingly fed on itself in 
spite of the idea that he wished to sodomize her. Her hand felt down, 
touching his cock, and she realized it was so solid, it was like brittle 
porcelain, and if relief wasn't forthcoming shortly, the organ might simply 
shatter. 

She lifted her hands to his face, surrounded it, stared into his eyes, 
studied the hungry expression in them, then finally exhaled, and nodded, 
saying, "All right!" 

Releasing Keith, Ellen rolled over onto her belly without being told. She 
remembered well-enough the position she had been forced to assume when six 
separate cocks had worked their way in and out of her narrow rectal tunnel. 
She lifted her pelvis from the mattress, balancing herself on her knees. Her 
naked asscheeks gleamed, their smooth roundness offering him a silent 
invitation, telling Keith he would be able to do anything he wished. 

The boy pushed her thighs wider apart, crawling between them, using his 
knees to lever them even wider. Then panting rapidly, he spat on his middle 
finger and pressed it against the puckered ring of her anus. He began 
excitingly probing into her rectum, but her sphincter tightened, not wanting 
to let him in. 

"Wow! Easy!" she gasped. "That hurts!" 

"Sorry, I'll be more careful," Keith assured his mother, taking his finger 
away, not certain what to do next. 

T have an idea," Ellen told the boy, and opening her night table drawer, she 
took out a jar of cold cream. "This should make things a lot easier for both 
of us." 

The boy took the jar from her, a smile on his face. He understood without 
being told what he had to do. He poked his finger into the cream, about to 
cover his cock with it, but his mother stopped him. 

"That's my job," she told him. 

He gasped with lascivious delight when she took a gob of the stuff and 
smeared it all over his penis, spreading it with soft-stroking fingers. He 
lay back, spreading his thighs as he felt pleasurable sensations ripple 
through him. 

Then she once again "assumed the angle" before him, kneeling on the bed, and 
he took the cold cream still on his finger and plopped it against her 
asshole, pushing it inside a little at a time. Then he moved his finger in 
and out, realizing the cream made entry into her ass almost too easy. He 
added a second finger and found her inner constriction a little tighter, and 
then he added a third finger. 

"Unnnnh!" the kneeling mother moaned as she involuntarily clenched her naked 
buttocks together, trapping her son's fingers inside her rectum. 

"Hurt?" Keith asked. 

"A little uncomfortable being stretched," she admitted, "but no pain. I can 
handle it." 

He continued thrusting his three fingers in and out, sinking them a bit more 
deeply each time. Soon she was moaning, enjoying the sensation of having her 
rectum reamed, and she realized how much she wanted release. He was touching 
nerve-endings in there, the same nerve-endings touched by all those penises 
the night of the party, but this time there was no dryness, and her 
membranes didn't feel as if they were being torn. Her nakedly kneeling body 
was drenched with perspiration as the wanton excitement continued building 
in her seething depths. 

"I have to put it in," the boy insisted. "I can't hold back any longer, I 
just can't." 

His cock felt as if it would smash at any moment. He had to get it into his 
mother's ass. He tugged his fingers out, and Ellen, for a moment, felt as if 
her rectum had been abandoned. It was suddenly a void in need of filling-at 
least until she attained her ultimate peak. God! She needed it! 

On his knees behind his mother, Keith took a deep breath and aimed the 
lust-bloated point of his throbbing penis-covered as it was with the same 
cold cream inside his mother's ass-at the tiny pucker. Pressing it against 
the crinkle, the boy shoved. The heavy lubrication in her anus as well as on 
his cock was so thick his penis slid up through her asscrack rather than 
into her rectum. The boy realized there was too much lubricity, and he was 
going to have trouble fitting the organ into her. 

"Damn it!" Ellen cursed. "Stop playing around and put it in!" 

The boy behind her almost went berserk with need. He pulled back then thrust 
the head of his organ savagely against the starred little circle, his fist 
holding it in place. The strain was too much for the tight anal ring. 
Suddenly his virile young penis rammed its way inside, a single smooth 
stroke that carried it to its full length inside her rectum so that the head 
actually pushed into her colon. 

"Oh, my God!" Ellen gasped, suddenly aware of the monstrous thickness of the 
phallus. "It hurts! Oh, Grid! Keith! Unh! You're . .. annnhhh . . . 
hurtinnnng meeeeee... too big... too big... take it out... take it out... ." 

The boy's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as he felt his mother's 
powerful rectal muscles squeeze his cock in a determined effort to 
"evacuate" it. But his hands clenched her hips and pulled her buttocks 
firmly against his body, and with an instinctive determination he thrust 
even deeper into the heated sponginess of her rear flesh. His tongue hung 
out like that of a panting dog as intensely forbidden pleasurable sensations 
washed over him. 

Ellen twisted and writhed beneath her son like a gaffed fish, but all 
efforts to dislodge his cock were futile. Each movement only seemed to sink 
the phallic pylon a little more deeply into her rear tunnel. The boy was 
pulling on her hips, slamming his thighs all the more solidly against her 
rounded asscheeks until she finally felt his hairless testicles smacking 
against the lips of her cunt. 

"Ggg ggaaaa nnnngg gghhhh!" she gasped out, making him aware of the fact 
that she was protesting his entry. "Please ... uuuu nnnn hhh ... it hurts, 
Keith ... it hurts. .. you're so much thicker and longer than any of those 
other men. I can't hold you!" 

But her pitiful pleas were falling on deaf ears. Not that Keith had reverted 
to his old madness, but the aroused youth was so intense in what he felt, he 
wouldn't have been able to stop if life and death were dependent on his 
doing so. Finally his mother's sphincter relaxed, easing its powerful grip 
on his thickness, and he was able to start sliding his throbbing cock in and 
out of the tightness of her rectum. 

"Jesus!" the boy gasped. "So tight! So tight! So much tighter than your 
tight cunt. .. yesssss... ohhhhh... so good...." 

He was punctuating each word with a forward thrust of his hips, jolting his 
red-haired mother's white and shining body. 

The helpless mother remained kneeling beneath her son, bent forward as if 
paying homage to the cock plundering her depths, almost paralyzed for the 
moment by the pain she was feeling. God! What a lascivious sight this must 
be. But she was unable to look up at the mirror on the ceiling. 

She wondered if it would ever stop hurting. But even as she continued 
pitying herself, she felt a sudden shiver of delight course through her as 
she had all those other times when she had been raped back there. Little by 
little the pain was starting to fade. This time, the cold cream kept the way 
smooth, and as her membranes stretched and adjusted to what was no longer 
uncomfortable, thrills built higher and higher in her. 

The boy began fucking all the harder into his mother's upthrust ass while 
his balls beat a continuous rhythm against her oil-seeping vagina. The 
virile, throbbing penis rammed in and out, in and out, his pubic hair 
mashing against the white asscheeks with each inward stroke, pulling the 
clinging pink flesh of her anus out with each backward stroke. 

"Unh . .. anh .. . oooonnnhhh .. . hhhunh!" the boy gasped. "This has to be 
the greatest... oh, yeah...." 

The submissively kneeling mother felt more and more thrills invade her 
quivering interior as sexual stimulation within built to heights she had 
never known, rippling outward from her cock-filled rectum, igniting 
smoldering fires in the seething depths of her pussy. Equally stimulating 
was the pressure of his testicles slapping her clitoral bud. 

Writhing now in lascivious and unexplainable desire, the beautiful mother 
commenced to feel fiendish delight in her degrading position. She obscenely 
ground her white buttocks back against her son's thrusting hardness, 
deliberately experimenting and trying to find how she might attain the most 
pleasure as she slowly rotated her hips to increase the friction of his 
slenderly impaling penis against her clutching anal interior. She groaned, 
but this time it was with delight. Now she wanted nothing more than to go on 
enjoying this forbidden delight, because she knew a few more strokes would 
carry her to orgasm. 

As if he had done this many times before, Keith reached beneath his mother's 
wriggling body with both hands, digging his fingers into her vaginal slit. 
One hand concentrated on probing fingers into her feminine foramen, while 
the other concentrated on massaging her clitoral bud. The feel of her 
quiveringly wet flesh under his fingers sent shivers of overpowering lust 
and rapture coursing through his already out-of-control body. 

Ellen sucked in her breath, thrilling to the added enjoyment of his digital 
manipulations. There was no pain, no anger, no frustration. This was her 
loving son, the boy who cared about her more than did any other male on 
earth, and there was no shame in his fucking her any which way that pleased 
both of them since both found pleasure in one another they were apparently 
unable to find elsewhere. 

"Good ... good ... so good. . .." the boy grunted. 

A smile of delight and rapture covered the loving mother's face as she heard 
young Keith groaning with lascivious delight. But the smile rapidly faded as 
she found herself equally caught up in the turbulence of incestuous desire, 
desire caused by the youth's heatedly pistoning penis constantly rocketing 
in and out of her ravaged rectum. Then, like the far-off rumble of an 
approaching electrical storm, Ellen sensed she was about to be encompassed 
by a dual rapture. 

"Hhhhhh uuuunn nngggg hhhh! Aaa aaannn ngg-ggh hhh! Gggggh hhhooo onnnng 
ggghhhh!" she gasped, her eyes tightly shut, a stupor building in her as she 
slammed wildly against the hardness of the man's rampaging penis. The naked 
young mother spread her thighs a little wider, lowering herself a bit more, 
giving her son even better access to her back door. She slammed her buttocks 
solidly back against the forward plunge of his virile shaft, feeling a 
wicked delight each time the youth's bloated testicles slapped against the 
sensitive edges of her vaginal lips, keeping time with the way his fingers 
dug into her cunt and massaged her extended clitoris. 

"Gonna come ... gonna come ... gonna come...." the boy groaned, his voice 
hoarse, wild, somewhat inarticulate. But it was Ellen who came, first. 

"AAA AAIIIIIEEEEE YYYYYA AAAAGG GGGHHH HUUUUU UNNNNN GGGGGH HHHHAA AGGGHHH!" 
she shrieked, feeling the dual orgasm overwhelm here. 

The squeezing pressure of her ass was all the boy needed, and then he 
exploded, bellowing, "YYY YYA-AAA ARRRRR GGGGGH HHHAAA AANNNN NGGGGG GHHHHH 
AAAAAW WWWWWA AAA-RRR RGGGGG GHHHHH UUUUUN NNNGGG GGHHHH HAAAAG GGHHH!" 

Cataclysmic flashes of intense thrills blasted through both of them as he 
fired jet after jet of scalding semen into her rectum. When it was finally 
over, both of them knew they would fuck this way again. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Because he was accepting his new responsibilities so easily, Keith was 
growing up faster than most youths his age. It was therefore inevitable 
that, young as he was, he eventually made Ellen's prediction come to pass. 
Not that he didn't love his mother, but as the days went by, she realized, 
even though he was no less amorous during their, bedroom forays, said forays 
seemed to be taking place with somewhat less frequency. The boy had gotten 
used to fucking his mother just about every night that she didn't have her 
period, and even then she had to blow him to keep him happy, or better yet, 
let him use her ass so that both of them were able to come. But now, almost 
a year later, toward the end of July, Keith had suddenly slowed down to 
three times a week. Ellen knew it had nothing to do with a lack of 
amorousness on the boy's part, because he was just as loving and attentive 
as ever when they did fuck. 

It had to be another female. Her son was seeing some other female and giving 
that female some of what he had been giving her. 

Ellen considered confronting Keith with it, but she remembered he was, after 
all, only a boy. Though he was shouldering many responsibilities-two more 
raises having brought his take-home pay to two hundred a week-he still had 
the mind of an eighteen-year-old, and now and again the boy did throw 
tantrums and go off on tangents. So she waited, thinking whatever was going 
on outside the house might possibly blow over. Then the roof almost fell in. 

It was a Saturday evening, and when Keith came home, he had her with him. 
Ellen knew the moment she looked at the eighteen-year-old girl that she was 
the cause of everything. She was taller than Ellen, with short, ebony 
upswept hair. Her skin was tan, and she had features like a young Elizabeth 
Taylor. Her eyebrows were perfectly plucked, her brown eyes large and 
luminous, her nose short and slightly upturned, and a full, ripe, sensuous 
mouth. She was everything stunning, with full breasts like Ellen's, a small 
waist, and a somewhat narrower hip area. Her legs were long and lithe, and 
from the way she applied her makeup, it was obvious she was a model. No 
doubt Keith had met her while at work. 

Her son introduced Ellen to Cookie Martin. It was obvious from the look in 
Cookie's eyes that she had something going with Keith, but it was equally 
obvious Keith had been discreet and not mentioned his relationship with his 
mother-yet. Still, it was only a matter of time-if Cookie was the one about 
whom Keith intended getting serious. The boy had made it perfectly clear a 
long time ago that he had no intention of letting his mother go, even if he 
did find another woman as his mother had predicted he would. 

When Cookie spoke, her voice was clear, crisp, and somewhat authoritative. 
It was obvious the girl all but had Keith under her control, just as Keith 
had her, Ellen, under his control. 

"Cookie's father is a widower," Keith explained to his mother. "He's going 
to be away for part of the weekend on business, and Cookie asked if she 
might stay with us." 

Ellen knew there was no gracious way she would be able to refuse, but it 
made her angrier than hell. The weekends had still belonged to her, and now 
this woman was coming here with the intent of taking that away from her too. 

"Sure," Ellen finally nodded. "You're welcome here, Cookie." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Blackton," Cookie smiled. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

That night, Keith took both, his mother, and Cookie to a nearby movie. Ellen 
wore a simple pink dress, while Cookie, stylish even when relaxed, had on 
her expensive Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and a Ship and Shore blouse. 

After the movie, they returned to the house, had a snack, and Ellen, knowing 
she had to be discreet, excused herself, saying she was tired. She went to 
her bedroom, changed into a nightie, something she hadn't worn in almost a 
year, slipped under the covers, and waited in the darkness. 

Less than a half hour later, Cookie and Keith came upstairs, Keith going to 
his old bedroom, and Cookie going to the guest bedroom at the end of the 
hall. Ellen heard them kissing good-night. Hell! She had no desire to be 
done out of her Friday night fuck. She would wait until the girl was asleep, 
and if Keith didn't come to her bed, she would go to his. 

She waited almost an hour. From the steady breathing sounds coming from 
Keith's room, she realized her son had fallen asleep. Well he wasn't going 
to get off that easily. 

Getting out of bed, she silently left her bedroom and began moving down the 
hall toward her son's room when she heard unmistakable sounds of movement 
coming from the opposite direction. She froze! Then she waited, and sure 
enough, she saw Cookie in a white nightgown, quietly approaching Keith's 
bedroom. Cookie didn't see Ellen because Ellen's nightie was black, a sexy 
item she had selected to try and arouse her husband's desires some years 
earlier. Ellen watched as Cookie moved to the doorway of her son's bedroom, 
and Cookie was momentarily bathed in the light of a street lamp across the 
street from Keith's window, the light shining into the room. Then Cookie 
stepped into the room, and Ellen, holding her breath, moved to the doorway 
and watched, angry, yet envious. Still, she decided she would keep silent. 
No matter how jealous she felt, this was something she would have to thrash 
out with Keith when Cookie wasn't around. 

Cookie saw the sleeping form of Keith lying on the bed, and she licked her 
lips. Reaching out, she drew the sheet back that covered the boy's torso, 
revealing his body. He had filled out a little in the past year, looking 
more muscular, less wolfish. Yes, he was one beautiful hunk of male, and, as 
far as Cookie was concerned, he was going to be hers, all hers. He was her 
own age, yet behaved with more intelligence and maturity than many men ten 
years older. 

Cookie sucked in her breath, feeling thrills traverse her slender body as 
her eyes focused on the thick, dormant penis, that same penis which had 
recently begun to give her pleasure-as much pleasure as .. . she smiled. 
That was another story, one she would share with Keith when the right time 
came, but not now. 

Intently, her eyes locked on the penis, and without taking her gaze away, 
she hurriedly removed her nightgown. She looked so slender and delightfully 
fragile in the light of the mercury street lamp. It made her tan body look 
almost albino-silver. Ellen had to admit the girl was spectacularly 
proportioned. At least Keith wasn't allowing himself to be seduced by some 
shriveled-up, skinny nothing. When Cookie turned so that her profile was to 
Ellen while she tossed her nightgown on Keith's dresser, the street lamp hit 
her pelvis, and Ellen realized the girl had a hairless pussy. Ellen moved a 
little, stubbing her toe, and she was afraid the noise might attract 
Cookie's attention. But Cookie was so rapt in her desire for Keith, she 
heard nothing. She had forgotten about the existence of anyone other than 
the youth lying on the bed. 

Ellen saw the sensuous curve of Cookie's flaring buttocks as the brunette 
moved toward the bed. The model stood poised for a moment, and it was a 
sight Ellen would remember for a long time-the first time her son was being 
fucked by another woman with herself being there. She watched Cookie lift 
her arms behind her head, running her fingers through her short, upswept, 
black hair, posing for Keith as if he were awake. Her soft, tan nippled 
breasts quivered. She had almost no areolae, but her nipples were thick and 
swelled immensely. 

Languidly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Keith as if she had done 
something like this all her life. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began 
lowering herself down. Her legs were widespread, her knees digging into the 
mattress on either side of the sleeping youth's body. Her slender model's 
body formed an unforgettable tableau seen by the envious mother whose own 
cunt was watering heavily to where Ellen dug fingers into it, massaging the 
nubbin of her own clitoris. Oh God! 

Cookie slid her thighs wider and wider apart, slowly lowering herself that 
much more. At the same time, the pulsing lips of her bare pussy spread wide 
open, the little bud of her clitoris already extending itself in 
anticipation. 

Cookie had promised Keith she would behave while in his home, but his 
nearness was so exciting, she simply had to be with him. As long as his 
mother was asleep, everything was fine, or so Cookie thought. Now she was 
determined to bury his cock in her cunt and make them both come. The 
important thing was, once his cock was in her cunt, even if he woke up, and 
she expected he would, he would say nothing in order to keep from attracting 
his mother. Cookie had purposely left the bedroom door open in order to 
detect any sounds coming from the master bedroom, though she was so wrapped 
up in what she was doing, it would have taken the sound of something 
smashing to catch her attention. 

Keith felt himself dreaming. His dreams were always about his mother, 
because he still adored her more than any other woman in the world. Granted, 
Cookie, coming into his life a month earlier, had disrupted his sex life 
with his mother to some extent, and Cookie was becoming a stronger and 
stronger influence in his life, but right now, she was still only second to 
his mother. He dreamed his mother was squatting on him, leaning over him. He 
reached up and put his arms around her nakedness, thinking how much slimmer 
she was. This didn't keep his cock from stirring, and little by little it 
became stiff and hard. It was soon a rigid pole of throbbing flesh that 
would rise high into the center of his mother's cunt. God! She would really 
love it! But then, she always did. 

His cock was moving up, up against the tightness of the cunt above, and 
suddenly the youth awoke. It was no longer a dream; it was a reality, and 
that reality was Cookie. 

"Are you insane?" he whispered. "What if my mother wakes up and finds us 
like this? I told you, not here." 

But Cookie merely smiled, her eyes half closed with wanton desire and her 
face mirroring the turmoil taking place inside her. She rubbed her cunt back 
and forth against the fully rigid rod. It lay pressed against her wetly 
heated membranes, feeling it pulse against that secret entrance into her 
body. She leaned down, bringing her face closer to Keith's, her full breasts 
flattening themselves against his hairless chest, her tiny outer labia 
beginning a determined sliding up and down against the length of his 
completely stimulated organ. 

Under the pressure of her moistening slit, and the soft feel of her cheek 
against his face as she breathed into his ear, he felt himself becoming more 
and more enthusiastic. God! Yes! He had to admit he loved fucking Cookie. 
She had strong muscles inside, and each time he pushed into her, it was like 
fucking a virgin. Not that he had ever fucked a virgin. 

Ellen stared, watching Cookie move faster and faster, and her own finger 
massaged her clitoris that much faster. Cookie was building up maddening 
friction in the slit of her bare pussy, feeling her lovers bloated thickness 
swell to an alarming size as she sensuously rode it. She was unable to stop, 
and she felt the stiff head of his cock probe at her orifice each time her 
cunt slid across the tip. 

"Christ!" the boy whispered, his head slamming back against his pillow as he 
felt wild tormented sensations rampantly running through his shuddering 
body. He jerked his body upward, matching the rhythm of the younger female, 
while she wiggled sensuously against the snugly fitting length of his cock 
pressing against the entire pink slash of her cunt. It would hurt when it 
first went into her. It always did, as did... that other cock. Once more, 
she pushed "that other cock" from her mind. Right now she was in love. Maybe 
it was only puppy love because it was the first time she was actually in 
love with someone her own age. She smiled to herself as she panted while 
riding the handsome youth, letting her slurping lips rub back and forth over 
the cock that was forced against his body. The length of his eager phallus 
jerked upward beneath her, and together they groaned with desire. 

In spite of his earlier intentions, the boy was not completely responsive to 
the beautiful brunette model. He thrilled to the soft moisture of her 
velvet-lipped cunt moving tenderly back and forth along the length of his 
penis. The petite young body was jerking wildly above him, letting him know 
how impatient she was. Her hand moved behind her and sank between his thighs 
to rub his balls. The addition of her nimble fingers tracing maddening lines 
of lust along his scrotum was enough to drive the youth to the edge of 
sanity. He saw her face, bright and clear in the silvery street light, and 
then that face was moving toward his, filling his mouth and nostrils with 
the sweetness of the perfume she was wearing. 

Sensuously, the brunette model's tiny, compact, but rounded buttocks settled 
backward against the solidity of the youth's firm thighs, and his ears 
picked up the sound of her staccato breathing. Her breasts, like balloons, 
were spread against her chest as she pushed herself into him, her nipples 
all but cutting into his flesh. 

The boy realized the girl was all but raping him, and he loved it. Though he 
adored his mother, the simple fact was, he had always been the aggressor 
with Ellen. He liked having a woman come on to him. 

Cookie moaned, it all felt so wonderful. She was spreading her slender tan 
thighs wide apart, moving her hairless pussy upward, and allowing the 
gentle, sensitive entrance of her teenage cunt to rest against the very tip 
of her young lover's thick penis, a penis as long and as thick as "that 
other penis." Reaching down, her fingers separated her sensitive inner 
vaginal labia, spreading them as much as possible. Then she tried pushing 
the smooth-domed cock inside the tiny circumference of the circle formed by 
her vulva. Cookie gasped a little, always afraid she was too tight, always 
thinking it was going to be impossible. 

The frustrated model grunted out her disappointment, and tears streamed down 
her lovely face as she labored over the stiffness of her boyfriend's 
throbbing cock, trying to push it into her narrow little opening. 

"Do it!" she gasped into his ear. "Do it, damn you!" 

He reached forward, gripped her asscheeks, pressed the head of his cock 
against her narrow interstice, and pushed, jamming his knees into the 
mattress, shoving her down at the same time. 

"Aaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Cookie gasped into his ear, whimpering with the 
initial pain she always felt when being entered. Falling forward, she all 
but collapsed on top of the man, feeling the thick fullness of his lustfully 
bloated cock pushed halfway into the vent of her vagina. 

Then the tight little opening stretched, as it always did, and there was 
that burning, thrilling sensation spiraling around inside her as the cock 
rushed in and seemingly filled her entire body. It would only take her a few 
moments to recover from the acute shock of his entry as it did all the other 
times. But Keith was insistent on fitting every last little bit of his penis 
into her. The palpitations of her cunt were driving him insane. 

Slowly now, conscious of his hold over her as well as of the fact that his 
desire for her was growing to where she would soon be on a par with his 
mother, he pushed upward again, yanking down on her buttocks at the same 
time, driving his lust-maddened cock inward, spreading her walls wide, 
pushing the entire length and breadth of himself into her. 

"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, feeling herself being stretched again. She 
didn't know why, but her inner elasticity was such, that she would always 
return to the way she had been when a virgin. The only thing missing was her 
hymen. Fortunately, the elasticity worked both ways, allowing her to stretch 
so that she was able to contain unbelievable thickness. To date, she had 
known only two cocks. This one, and.... 

"You asked for it, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Now you're gonna get 
it, but good." 

His teeth gripped her earlobe to keep her from moving her head away. Chewing 
on the lobe, he thrust his cock into her. 

But through her delighted anguish, the beautiful brunette was only too well 
aware of the mounting passion that would bring her to orgasm quickly enough. 
She winced a little at Keith's roughness, but this was to be expected with 
so young a boy who, himself lacked patience. God! He felt good in there, 
even if stretching her had once again caused her some pain. 

"Fuck me!" she gasped into his cheek. "Fuck me, hard!" 

The boy dug his feet flatly into the bed and began a steady upward-thrusting 
rhythm, his urgently stabbing phallus pushing, shoving, filling, actually 
charging in and out, the entire length of it swallowed on every in-stroke. 
God! It was something unbelievable. 

The first time, when he had been photographing her for a small magazine 
unable to employ its own photographer, she had asked him to her house, 
afterward, ostensibly to see her safely home. Besides, she didn't have a 
car, and he had the family station wagon. He had driven her to her house, 
which, oddly enough, was only a few blocks away from his own house, and she 
had invited him in. Before he knew it, she had undressed him and had given 
him the blowjob of his life. Afterward, he took to seeing her regularly, 
fucking her, usually in her own home, occasionally taking her to a motel. 
Her mother had died a few years earlier, and her father often went away on 
business trips. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" the boy whispered, "I'm gonna come real soon, now, real 
soon." 

He knew telling her would get her that much more aroused, and his loins 
strained upward, feeling the elastic-rimmed tightness of her sleeve-like 
cunt slide down around his thick cock again and again. The bed bounced 
beneath the two of them as he flicked his hips upward with increasing 
hardness, feeling her cunt tighten and relax in perfect rhythm to the way he 
was fucking her. 

He saw her, looking pale and shivering in the light of the street lamp as 
her body danced above his, pleasure filling both of them, a pleasure so 
intense Cookie was speechless for the moment, her low hum of joy the only 
verbal indication of excitement. The beautiful model began bouncing more 
wildly now, stabbing herself downward with all her might, aided by the boy's 
hands on her waist. She felt the tightly pressuring cock, hot and hard 
inside her, filling her everywhere, making her want to burst apart with the 
unbearable pleasure it was bringing her. 

"Ummmmmahuuuuummmmm!" she moaned, thinking how much she was learning to love 
the boy. His cock felt beautiful inside her, but it was more than the cock. 
It was the entire boy. She loved him, really loved him, and wanted to make 
him love her. Except for... well, that other cock, she had never fucked 
anyone else, never seduced anyone else-yes, the other cock had been seduced 
in almost the same way she had seduced Keith tonight-and she was fast 
learning what it was to fall completely in love with someone. She still 
adored the other man, always would, always wanted him in part of her life, 
but she wanted Keith, as well. She had to have Keith. God! Give her Keith 
and.. . the other one... and she wouldn't ask for anyone else, ever. 

The wet pink opening of the beautiful brunette's trembling vagina spread 
wider to admit every last centimeter of the penis that continued to 
steamroll its full length into her, and she began groaning incessantly, 
leaning forward, probing with her tongue as she tried reaching the back of 
his throat with it, total delight throbbing in every last little bit of her 
shuddering body. Low hums of ecstatic bliss rose in torrents from Cookie's 
throat as her lips twisted with passion, pressed as they were against his 
mouth. She felt a thin film of perspiration continually sheeting her as her 
naked body continued its maddening gyrations. This was ultimate lovemaking. 

Ellen stared, realizing what she was witnessing was not raw sex alone. The 
girl sitting on top of her son was filled with passion, and such passion was 
indicative of love. She was jealous, but the funny thing was, her jealousy 
was not only for her son. For the first time she understood what her son had 
meant when he said he wanted her to share a bed with him and any wife of 
his. He wanted his wife and his mother to love one another with the same 
verve with which they would love him. 

Cookie's lithe, somewhat experienced body was bursting to discover and learn 
more and more, aching to fill itself with desire and knowledge, knowledge 
she would never get from ... that other cock. Nebulous, rainbow-colored 
clouds seemed to fill her young mind, and she felt herself arching toward 
her long-awaited orgasm. Nothing mattered right now save that she achieve 
that climax. She was being fucked by the one youth in the world with whom 
she was in love, and she hoped and prayed he loved her, too. She didn't 
think she was capable of taking it if she discovered she was only another 
lay to him. 

The hot, sodden flash of her thoroughly aroused vagina quivered and then 
began spasmodically jerking and shuddering around her lover's lust-driven 
pole of steel as the final tide of the oncoming climax made its penetrating 
stabs of thrilling delight felt. This was it! 

Cookie began gurgling deep in her throat, and then she began crooning out 
her delight as the mounting lasciviousness overtook her nubile form. She 
felt every ridge and twist of the thrusting cock, and aware of it enlarging 
within her, she wondered if it would become brittle and snap somewhere. 
Excited beyond thought, the brunette trembled and surrendered her entire 
self to the miracle of orgasm as it washed through her cunt, and from her 
cunt to the rest of her body. 

"HHH HHMMMM MPHHHH WWWWWW RRR- 

RPH HHMMMM MPH-HHH HWWWWW AAA-AUU UUUUPH HHHHAA AAA WWW WWRRRR RRPHHH HMMMMP 
HHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAAHHH HHHAAA AAMMMM HHH!" she tried screaming, but he 
had jammed his mouth to hers, and her kissing cries went down his throat, 
instead. 

Beneath her, the passionately aroused young man, using perfect timing, felt 
his own loins release burning heat as his racing sperm blasted upward into 
the tightly clenching center of her womanly core. Great gushes of geysering 
fluid shot from him into her as the boy continued relentlessly stabbing his 
thrusting cock into her vaginal depths, climaxing, climaxing, feeling her 
own colorless fluids wash all around his upthrust cock. The spurting youth's 
semen washed the walls of her cunt, and mingled with her oils, eased down 
and out of her vagina, covering the base of his penis, flooding his pubis, 
then dripping to the covers below. Her hands grabbed wildly at his shoulders 
to keep herself in place. 

The beautiful woman continued squirming and wriggling, moaning above him, 
her cunt clenching again and again, and the boy knew she was climaxing not 
once, but a multitude of times, and in rapid succession. The brunette 
wiggled from side to side on his slowly deflating cock, moving up and down, 
milking every drop of the cascading semen from his anxiously spurting cock. 

She lay on top of him, now, unable to move. Cookie panted heavily, still 
clinging to Keith, and the boy held her tightly. Neither was aware that 
Ellen, who had watched the entire scene, had also come, empathizing with 
them. 

Ellen was about to leave, when she heard Cookie say, "I love you, Keith. 
I've never said that to any man outside my family." 

"I love you, too," Keith replied. 

"What are we going to do?" Cookie asked. 

"Eventually, tell our folks, but not just yet," he insisted. "There are 
still things that need ironing out." 

Ellen turned and headed back to her room, once again filled with agony. 
"Things that needed ironing out," referred to her. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Ellen slept badly that night, but she finally did manage to sleep. The 
following morning, wearing a simple blue dress and white sandals, she was 
up, preparing breakfast when Keith, fully dressed, came down. He came to 
her, gathered her in his arms, kissed her tenderly, and said, "I'll be back 
later today, and you and I can really to town, Mother. But in the meantime, 
would you do me a favor?" 

"Certainly," she nodded. 

"Al, the guy I work with, is going to drop by shortly and pick me up. We 
have a morning wedding to cover. D'you think you can drop Cookie home? She 
only lives about a half mile from here, but I'd feel safer knowing she 
didn't have to walk." 

"Of course," Ellen nodded, stiffening a little at the mention of Cookie's 
name. 

"I like her, Mother," he said to her. "I like her a lot." 

"I know," Ellen nodded. "I overheard the two of you, last night." 

"But she's not going to take your place," the boy insisted. "If the two of 
you don't hit it off, she's the one who'll go, not you. I want my wife, 
whoever she's going to be, to love my mother, and I do mean love in every 
sense of the word." 

"I'll take her home," Ellen told him, feeling a little mollified, but still 
unsure. If she were to lose Keith now, there would be no one for her to turn 
to, and she would be all alone. She didn't think she'd be able to bear that. 

"You're not just a mother," the boy said, "You're a goddess, and I worship 
you." 

"Just love me," she murmured. 

"That goes without saying," he told her, kissing her. 

Cookie came down about ten minutes after Keith had gone, and she graciously 
declined breakfast, telling Ellen that in order to keep her perfect figure, 
she had to skip one meal a day, and that meal was breakfast. She was wearing 
her Vanderbilt jeans and white blouse. 

"Keith asked me to drive you home," Ellen said. 

"Please don't bother," Cookie insisted. 

"Oh, but I want to," Ellen replied, because she had to know where Cookie 
lived in case she had to go looking for Keith in a hurry. After all, he 
might be at Cookie's house. 

"Well, then, thank you," Cookie smiled. 

They left the house and got into the station wagon, and Ellen followed 
Cookie's directions. In no time, she had Cookie home. 

"Oh, look!" Cookie exclaimed, pointing to the Ford EXP in the driveway. "My 
father is home. Please do come in and meet him." 

Ellen felt she looked a mess, though the truth was she always kept her hair 
neatly combed and her makeup perfect, even when working in the garden. 
However, she succumbed to Cookie's plea, noting it hadn't really been a 
plea, but rather almost bordered on being a command. Cookie was a very 
dominant female. 

Ellen went to the door of the attached home where Cookie lived with her 
father. They lived upstairs and rented out the downstairs. 

Cookie opened the door and stood aside for Ellen to enter in front of her, 
then called out, "Daddy, I want you to meet someone." 

A tall, handsome, black-haired man came from the kitchen through the living 
room. He was still wearing the gray pants to his suit, though his jacket was 
draped over the overstuffed chair in the living room. He had a glass of soda 
in his hand. 

"Father, this is Keith's mother. Mrs. Blackton, this is my father, Arthur 
Martin." 

"Art to my friends," the man smiled, extending his right hand. 

"I'm Ellen," she replied, taking his hand. 

"It's a pleasure, Ellen. Would you like to stay for brunch?" 

"I just ate," Ellen replied. "Your daughter spent the night with us, and I 
brought her home." She put her purse on the coffee table. 

"That was gracious of you," he smiled, his brown eyes two burning centers 
that had Ellen's head whirling. He had a somewhat long nose, thin lips, and 
a firm chin. The man, though a little on the portly side, was definitely 
good-looking, and definitely the stable kind. Ellen felt a longing in her, 
because this was the kind of man she ought to have married many years ago. 
If she had, she wouldn't be caught up in this incestuous craziness, now; a 
craziness she admittedly loved. 

They made small talk for a while, and then Ellen excused herself, saying she 
had to return home. She left, went down the stairs after closing the screen 
door behind her but leaving the front door open. When she got to the station 
wagon, she realized she had left her purse behind, and turning hurried up 
the stairs again. Peering into the living room, she saw no one there and 
looked for a doorbell to ring. When she found it and pushed it, she 
discovered it didn't work. She was about to knock, when she heard the voices 
coming from the bedroom in the rear of the house. 

"So he's really the one," Art was saying to his daughter. 

"I think so," Cookie replied. 

"Well, when are you going to tell him about us." 

Suddenly, Ellen was intrigued, and quietly opening the screen door, let 
herself into the house and silently walked down the hall. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

There were only two bedrooms in the Martin home. The smaller one, to the 
left, was empty, and clearly was Cookie's room. The larger bedroom, to the 
right, was the master bedroom, and Art and his daughter were in there, 
talking. Ellen stood back, barely able to see, listening. 

"I'll tell him," she assured her father. "I mean, I do love him, and I have 
to make certain he loves me enough to accept you." 

"Just remember," her father said, "what's between us was initiated by you. 
You were the one who came into my bedroom, took off my pajamas while I was 
asleep, and had me so hot and bothered that when I woke up, I had no choice 
but to take your virginity." 

"And fuck me regularly ever since," Cookie said, and Ellen's breath caught 
in her throat. 

"I don't deny it," he nodded. "But I'm alone, Cookie. Your mother has been 
dead a good many years, and I don't relish the idea of picking up strange 
women. What's between us has been your choice, and I admit I don't want to 
see it end." 

"It won't end, Father," Cookie told him. "I think Keith loves me enough so 
that he's willing to share me with you." 

There was silence, and Ellen risked looking inside, seeing father and 
daughter hungrily kissing. She realized they had a relationship exactly like 
the one she shared with Keith. 

Art felt his erection rising to a bulge under his pants as he pressed his 
daughter's limber form to him. One hand found the roundness of her buttocks, 
and his other hand went to her blouse and unbuttoned it. He pulled it off, 
then unhooked her brassiere and removed that, as well. Urgently, his hand 
found her full, tan naked breast with its tan nipple and closed around it as 
if gripping it for salvation. 

Her breast was something carved from amber in the sunlight, tan and hot to 
the touch, filled with blood that coursed through it. With a low groan, the 
man lowered his head and took the pointed, dark-tipped nipple into his 
mouth. Immediately her hand came up to press gently on the back of her 
father's head. 

"Wait!" Cookie gasped, and Ellen thought she might have been spotted. She 
held her breath, but saw Cookie stepping back and undoing her jeans, peeling 
them down. Now she was totally naked, looking like a brunette version of 
Botticelli's Venus Rising From The Sea. Her breasts rose and fell softly on 
her ribcage, moving with her breathing. To her father, the high-hung, heavy 
breasts were like ripe fruit hanging on the slender trunk of her torso. As 
he watched, she lifted her arms and extended them to him, inviting him to 
return to her, and he wasted no time doing so. First, he removed his own 
clothing, then grabbed his daughter almost viciously and crushed her lovely 
nakedness to his own, but not before Ellen had seen his hard, masculine 
body, hairy, muscular and wide, deep-chested, with the littlest bit of pot 
belly. But it was his penis which caught Ellen's attention most rivetingly. 
It stood out from his loins as long and as thick as Keith's, a murderous 
tool which, if improperly employed, would tear a woman inside-out. 

The man lifted his daughter in his arms as if she weighed nothing and 
carried her to the bed where he lay her down. He straightened up and stared 
at her, hands on hips, penis jerking out in front of him. Cookie looked up, 
smiled again, and once more held her arms out to her father. 

"Lovely bitch!" the man muttered, and hurled himself between the 
spread-apart portals of her wide-open thighs. Cookie lay back and cushioned 
the man, her arms closing firmly around his back. His mouth found the hollow 
between her neck and shoulder while his hands continued clenching and 
unclenching the cheeks of her buttocks. 

Art moved off slightly to the side and lay looking at the perfection of his 
daughter's naked body. Cookie's head was turned a bit away from him, and 
Ellen was able to see her face in the mirror. It was as passionate as it had 
looked when the girl had been with Keith. 

The man's hand came up to enclose one thrusting breast as his mouth hungrily 
engulfed the other. He licked up one great peak to the summit of her nipple, 
feeling it vibrate under his tongue like a tuning fork. There was that 
wonderful natural taste of her as he licked the entire breast, making it wet 
with gleaming juices until the full mound quivered in the sunlight. 

Shifting a bit more, Art lay across his daughter and grabbed both breasts in 
his hands, holding them in his greedy mouth. Like twin ice cream cones he 
sucked them in turn, tasting them again and again, making the nipples 
continually quiver though they were harder than gold nuggets. Leaning down, 
the man actually bit into the tender bud of one nipple until his daughter 
gasped, "Onh." 

"Like it, baby?" he asked. 

A low, guttural moan was her only reply, but her hands moved to her father's 
head and held it there as his mouth returned to her breasts. Her fingers 
traced his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, lips, and jawline. She shook, unable to 
keep herself under control. 

With his hands still on her heaving breasts, he slid down a little and 
stabbed his tongue into the indentation of Cookie's navel. She gasped, 
arching her lovely body, her hips lifting, straining up to him as her hands 
caught his strong forearms and held onto him. Finally the man's mouth 
arrived at the bare space where her pelvic hair used to be. That secret 
place of entry was no secret to him. He tickled the top of her slit with a 
fingertip, then with both hands spread her tantalizing labia wide until he 
was able to see inside. The folds looked like security locks, fold upon 
fold, with yet another fold inside. But to him, this hollow was the pathway 
to paradise. He slowly leaned forward and let his tongue lick along the 
inside of one of her thighs. Then he slurped his tongue across the outer 
flesh of her labia minora, lapping at the clitoris at their apex. Her body 
once again arched, and as it did so, the man lifted his face, moved forward, 
and said, "Here it is my love, all of it!" 

With a single lunge, he slowly forced his way into her narrow tightness, 
pushing, pushing, pushing, as her contracted walls squeezed around the 
throbbing cock and she felt pain, pain, and more pain. Cookie was so tight, 
the man felt' it in his eyeballs. 

The beautiful brunette thought her father had divided her equally in two. 
The pressure was incredible, and she thought she would surely faint with the 
pain. It was as if she had once again been skewered straight through the 
length of her body, the gigantic spike cutting through her heart and digging 
into her throat. 

Her hips sank into the mattress as if trying to pull away from the painful 
weapon, but there was no way to pry herself loose from it. She was stuck on 
the huge, pulsing organ, pinned on it like a helpless butterfly. 

Easing back a little, the man flexed his buttocks and sent his throbbing 
organ jerking into his daughter's depths like a two-edged knife. At the same 
time his tongue stabbed into her mouth, making her gurgle with pain. Her 
hands pushed at his shoulders and she strained and squirmed trying to ease 
herself from under him; but there was no escaping the stabbing cock. 

Slowly, little by little, she felt the knife ease out of her, and breath 
filled her lungs, exiting through distended nostrils. Now only the head of 
his cock beat inside her cunt, then the full length was stabbing in again. 
God! It was so huge, so hot, so hard. Cookie had been really lucky in her 
choice of Keith, not only as someone to love, but because his cock was very 
close to her father's in proportions, and as a result she always felt the 
same no matter which man fucked her. At the moment, her father was driving 
his penis in at blurred speed, making her feel hotter than ever. 

Rising on his toes, Art slowly continued screwing his pulsing, hammering 
blood-engorged cock into her, screwing it spirally into her cunt, and in 
almost no time her howls and gasps of pain turned to mewls of delighted 
pleasure. 

"Yesssss ... yesssss ... do it, Daddy, do it, do it, do it!" the beautiful 
brunette panted, pussy filled with the wonderful bruising length of the 
masculine organ to the point where her head was spinning. 

Twinges fluttered through her loins, twinges she knew well each time she 
received him, rotating her lovely hips in a squirming motion so that he felt 
everything from the tip of his cock right down to the base. 

"This ... the ... way . .. you ... like ... it ... baby?" he asked, as he 
once again stabbed his pulsing cock forward, his hips thrusting heavily as 
he drove into the tightness of his daughter's widespread pussy, feeling the 
burning rubbery walls of her elastic tunnel close tightly around him each 
time he sank in, absorbing his vicious tool as if intent on turning his 
flesh to liquid and then sponging him up. His full length was inside her 
now, the vaginal tunnel hot and flooded and tight as he felt his 
blood-bloated head slam against her cuntal back wall while his sperm-bloated 
balls smacked against the firmness of her tan asscheeks, below. Flexing his 
penis, he heard her moan as her walls were once again widened. 

"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!" she gasped, rotating on his throbbing 
penis, trying to pull it ever deeper into her tunnel. She strained to meet 
his pounding pound of flesh, her loins lifting to each one of his driving 
jerks until her ass came off the mattress completely. He was aware of her 
thighs wrapping themselves around his hips as she struggled to climb his 
pole, laboring frantically, incessant mewls coming from her whining lips. 

"Hangh! Hangh!" Hangh!" the man grunted as he continued thrusting his cock 
into his daughter's narrow well. 

Cookie felt thrill after thrill make her body reverberate as her father 
continued plunging ever harder into her seething cunt. He was surging into 
her like a maniac, and the feel of his testicles smacking against her white 
buttocks made her strain to pull even more of him into her, as if such a 
thing were possible. She opened and closed her thighs rapidly, clenching the 
man feverishly as she strove to meet his driving tempo, a tempo that 
accelerated every second, now. Oh, the wild sweet feel of a hard cock in her 
cunt and a hard man in her arms; especially when that man was her daddy. 

With powerfully long, driving strokes, Art rammed into his daughter 
brutally, but now all her cries were those of total rapture, tears of 
happiness coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon. The pressure in his 
testicles was intoxicating to the point of being painful. God! He knew he 
wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Soon now, very soon. He was 
straining to reach that final plateau, sweating bullets as he felt her 
reaching with him, knowing she would be there when he got there. 

"Anh! Anh! Anh!" Cookie gasped, moaning out loud under her father's driving 
body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked a pagan 
rhythm up and down the full length of his skewering pole, climbing him 
feverishly. Cookie heard her dad's fevered grunts above her own, and 
distantly, she heard the sound of roaring surf in her ears as her orgasm 
came closer. 

Art was pounding into the homestretch now, hitting into his daughter with 
flesh-splitting crashes, driving his rock-solid cock into the clasping mouth 
of her anxious vagina. Her hands, soaked with perspiration, found it 
difficult to hold, to cling, to him. His hands somehow managed to grip the 
orbs of her ass, his fingers coming into contact with the puckered brownie 
that was her anus. A small stream of hot wetness was streaming down over the 
crinkle from the clenching hole his cock was solidly fucking. He ran a 
finger around the tiny puckered opening, feeling how wet it was with his 
daughter's secretions, and he began probing experimentally, knowing her 
asshole was no less tight in its own way than her cunt. He jabbed forward 
solidly with one finger, and the rubbery opening yielded a little bit. Then 
his finger was in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity closing around 
the digital probe. 

"Ghhann ggghhh! Gggaaannn ggghhh!" she gasped, her body suddenly arching 
even more at the lancing pressure of the finger being thrust into her 
rectum. God! It would hurt at first, then it would turn good, like 
everything else. 

Cookie threw herself forward and back, forward and back. She was imprisoned, 
firmly impaled on a multitude of driving probes-a huge phallus in her pussy, 
a finger in her asshole, and a tongue in her mouth. Passion was madly 
filling her to the point where she was unable to decide where the pain was 
ending and the delight beginning. 

With his finger pressing against the thin, membranous wall that separated 
her asshole from her cunt, Art was unable to feel his own cock moving in and 
out of his daughter's bouncing tunnel. He began timing his digital and 
penile thrusts to match, filling both tunnels at the same time. 

Cookie groaned wildly under her father. She began thrashing about insanely, 
moving forward and back, locked onto two immovable objects. As always, her 
father managed to make it all so good for her, just as Keith always made 
things good for her. She didn't have to try any other males to know none of 
them would have been as good. She simply knew. At the moment her entire 
inner being was reaching, reaching, reaching for the end of all being. 
Everything had fallen away from her but her exquisite inner sensations, and 
she was open to anything and everything her father wanted her to feel. She 
was completely thrilled by the thrust of his finger in her rectum, backing 
into it with as much verve as she lifted her cunt to the piling that filled 
her tantalized cunt. 

"That's it, baby, that's it, fuck harder, harder, harder," the father panted 
in an ecstatic agony of wanton delight. His balls were all aflame and so 
totally loaded he thought the outer casing of skin would split like that of 
a frankfurter. 

Ellen stared, amazed at what she was seeing, realizing this man represented 
what her son would be like in thirty years. He not only had the equipment, 
but he knew how to use it. He would be such an easy man to love if he was as 
gentle and as good as he had initially appeared. A plan was already 
beginning to form in the back of Ellen's mind, and she knew if she was able 
to make things come to pass, then the future for all four of them would be a 
lot brighter. Still, it was possible a man who fucked his own daughter might 
think that acceptable while looking down on a woman who would permit her son 
to fuck her. It was a matter of opinion. She only hoped he would be as 
open-minded with her and Keith as he wanted Keith to be with him and Cookie. 

At that moment Cookie's legs jackknifed, and the entire expanse of her 
upturned crotch was presented to her father's ferocious driving cock. Her 
eyes were rolling up in her head as she was caught up in the maddening 
throes of wanton passion, her dark hair wild, her lovely face madly 
contorted with excruciating ecstasy as she strove harder and harder for her 
ultimate release. 

"DAA AAAADD DDDYYY YYYYYY ... YYY YYAAAA ANNNNN GGGGGH HHHHH ... IIIIIM MMM 
.. . HHHHHU UUUUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH HH... COMMMMIIIIIN NNGGGG GAAAAA GGGGHH HH 
... OHH HHH ... MORRRRE ... MORRRRRE ... GIVE ME MORE ... MORE ... MORE ... 
FUCK!" 

Her banshee wail bounced off the bedroom walls and went out into the hallway 
where Ellen was standing. Fortunately it was an old house with thick walls, 
and before the wail reached the front door, it had expended itself. 

Art felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and his bloated balls 
felt ready to burst. The heat was unbearable, and he gasped like a dying 
fish in its death throes as he continued brutally battering his body against 
that of his daughter. She spasmed convulsively against him, and then he felt 
the dam beginning to break. 

Cookie's legs locked tightly around her father, and her hips writhed in a 
wild dance of joy as bliss poured out of her wide-open mouth and filled the 
room. Art's huge load rocketed into the seething depths of her pussy as her 
interior strained to take more. The flow rushed into the narrow channel as 
he pulled his finger from her rectum. One frenzied gush after another poured 
into her in never-ending bursts as he panted out, "HHH HHAAAA AAUUUU WWWWWA 
AAA-AAN NNNNGG GGGHHH HHAAAA AGGGGH HHHHHA AAAARR RRRRGG GGGHHH HHU-UUU NNN 
NGGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAW WWW-WAA AAGGGG HHHH!" 

Art felt as if every drop of fluid in his body had turned to semen and was 
pouring into the center of his daughter's cunt where it would remain until 
washed out. Sticky tides of cream gushed heavily into her, flooding her 
every crevice and pooling in the depths of her recesses. With every spurt, 
the man felt some of his strength ebb into the receptive cupola of his 
daughter's cunt. 

Convulsions shook both of them as they spasmed again, again, and then again. 
Their bodies pressed against one another as if by straining hard enough, 
each one might be able to get inside the other. 

At last Art fell off his daughter and lay beside her, a totally exhausted 
man. "Is he this good?" he asked. 

"Yes, Daddy," Cookie panted. 

"Now all that remains to be found out is, will he understand?" 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

The time had come for Ellen to make her move. She had the upper hand at the 
moment and she knew it. She knew the secret of the Martin family while they 
had yet to learn the secret of the Blackton family. She had to use her 
advantage or lose it. If she lost it, she might lose her son, as well. 

Walking into the bedroom, she said, "I'm sorry for intruding, but I left my 
purse here." 

"Oh, my God!" Art Martin gasped. 

"Mrs. Blackton!" Cookie shrieked. 

"I think the time has come for us to do some serious talking," Ellen said to 
them. 

"Otherwise you'll tell about us?" Art asked. 

"Don't be ridiculous," she chastised. "How would it benefit anyone if I told 
what went on here just now." 

"Are you saying you'll keep quiet no matter what?" Art asked. 

"That's right," Ellen nodded. 

"No blackmailing me to keep my daughter away from your son?" 

"No." 

"If you overheard everything, then you just know that my daughter intends 
telling your son everything, and the only way she'd be willing to set up 
permanent house with him would be if he was willing to share Cookie with 
me." 

"Under certain conditions I'm certain my son would be most agreeable," Ellen 
told him. 

"What conditions?" Art asked. 

"The ones we're going to discuss, right now," she replied. 

"Would you mind if we put on robes, first?" Art asked. "I mean, you have us 
at a definite disadvantage." 

"Which is where I intend keeping you until we've finished talking," Ellen 
told him. "Oh?" he asked. 

"Yes, besides, I like looking at a well-hung man like yourself. You don't 
have anything to be ashamed of, so why hide it from me." 

"Why do I have the very definite feeling you're trying to come on to me?" he 
asked. 

"Right now you're in no shape for anything like that," Ellen laughed. "Right 
now, what we're going to do is talk." 

"Hey, I hope you two haven't forgotten I'm part of this," Cookie insisted, 
sliding to the edge of the bed. 

"A very important part," Ellen nodded. "At the moment, the two of you have a 
deep, dark secret, one that you must feel some shame about or else you 
wouldn't worry about it being revealed." 

"It has nothing to do with shame," Art insisted. "Other people in the 
community have very definite ideas about incest. Both Cookie and I would 
lose lucrative careers if this became known. Also, we might well be arrested 
since it's against the law." 

"Then you agree that in spite of certain laws, what the two of you have been 
doing is not really wrong." 

"Most certainly," Art nodded. 

"Ah, but what if someone else was doing it?" Ellen asked. "Suppose you were 
to discover another family involved incestuously. Would you think the less 
of them because of it?" 

"If a father was forcing a daughter into something like this, yes, I would 
definitely be against him," Art replied. "But if it was something mutual on 
both parts, and if they did it out of love as Cookie and I do it, then I'd 
be the last person to chastise them." 

"Suppose it was a mother and son instead of a father and daughter, and 
suppose they did it out of love, what then?" 

"I would feel no different," Art insisted. 

"Hey, wait a minute," Cookie broke in. "I get the definite feeling you're 
trying to tell us something, Mrs. Blackton." 

"Do you, Cookie?" Ellen asked. "Tell me, suppose Keith came to you with the 
same proposition you were going to offer him? Suppose he said to you, I'll 
marry you if you're willing to share me with my mother? What would you do 
then?" 

"Well, gee, I don't know, I mean...." 

"You're hedging," Ellen said to her. 

"No!" Cookie snapped. 'That's not so. If Keith was in love with you the way 
I'm in love with my dad, and he wanted you to join us in our marriage bed 
because it would enhance our marriage, I would definitely agree to it." 

"And how would you feel about it?" Ellen asked Art. "I'd love it," he 
laughed. "I mean, it would open some really interesting possibilities, 
wouldn't it." 

"Very interesting possibilities," Ellen said, smiling. 

"I mean, if the kids did marry, and Keith and I shared Cookie, and, just for 
the sake of argument they also shared you, why what would prevent you and me 
from becoming friendly, too?" 

"Not a damn thing," Ellen told him, smiling even more broadly. "Not a damn 
thing in the whole world." 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The time had come to break the news to Keith. 

Ellen and Art had come to an agreement. If the kids wanted, they would 
marry. Since Ellen's house was the larger home, Art would move in with 
Cookie on a trial basis. He would retain ownership of his own home and 
sublet the upstairs. Then the four of them would see whether or not they 
would be able to form a happy menage-a-quatre. 

But before saying anything to Keith, Ellen wanted to make certain she and 
Art were compatible. Hell! What would be the fun of letting her son marry a 
kinky girl who slept with her father, if the father turned out to be a lousy 
lay where she, Ellen, was concerned. 

"I'm going to cheat on my son," Ellen had told him that day. "And you," she 
said to Cookie, "will never, but never tell him, under any circumstances, at 
any time." 

"Well, sure, if it'll be the thing that'll get me closer together with 
Keith. You see, I do love him, Mrs. Blackton." 

"If you marry Keith, you'll be Mrs. Blackton," Ellen told the younger girl, 
"while if your father and I are compatible, I'll become Mrs. Martin. So 
instead of trying to figure out last names, it might make sense for you to 
call me Ellen, just as I'll call you Cookie." 

"You're an okay lady," Cookie agreed. 

So the three of them had spent the rest of the day talking. Ellen had 
whipped up an early dinner for them, showing them what a terrific cook she 
was, and after, when Art had regained his strength, she said to him, "Well, 
d'you think you can make me feel good all over?" 

"Over, under, and inside-out," he smiled. "If I don't, I don't deserve to 
sport this," he said, waggling his dangling cock. 

"Just a minute," Cookie broke in. "I have no intention of being left out of 
this. Tell me, Mrs. Bl... I mean, Ellen, have you ever done anything with a 
woman, before?" 

"No," Ellen replied, knowing she ought to feel aghast at the suggestion, yet 
her body tingling at the thought, since she had felt the urge to love both, 
her son, and his new-found girl-friend when she had witnessed their fucking 
the previous night. 

"Well suppose you and I warm ourselves up a bit with Dad watching. I'm 
curious to see if we can bring each other off before we go ahead and use a 
cock. I don't know about you, but I do know about me, and it's always 
possible for me to come with either Dad's cock or Keith's. How about it?" 

"Well I know I always come with Keith's, and I always came with my 
ex-husband," Ellen admitted. "All right, I'll give it a try." 

"Dad," Cookie said, "you just stand there and watch." 

Ellen noted once again that the girl was the dominant personality. She was 
controlling her father at this point. Without being told, Ellen lay down on 
the bed in the bedroom, her entire body throbbing with anticipation. Cookie 
caressed Ellen's ribcage as she knelt on the bed beside the red-haired 
woman. Then she caressed Ellen's hips, her smooth belly, and then placed 
both hands between Ellen's thighs to cup the quivering softness of her 
vaginal pout. Then the lovely brunette lay down on top of Ellen's pulsing 
body, mounting her as a male might do. Cookie's mouth reached out and sought 
Ellen's, and her lips were sweet, her tongue a flickering blister that 
searched over Ellen's tongue, asking to be loved in return. 

Breast to breast, belly to belly, the two women lay gasping together, Ellen 
becoming more and more aroused with every passing second. It was all so new 
to her, so deliciously depraved, so good. 

"I've never done anything like this before," Cookie whispered. "So forgive 
me if I seem awkward, Ellen. But let me tell you right now, I can feel the 
desire emanating from you, and I think, in time, I'd be able to love you as 
much as Keith does." 

"I've ... uhhhh ... never done anything like this before, either," Ellen 
admitted. "But God! It feels good!" 

She arched her back, lifting her knees high so she would be able to wrap her 
slender legs tightly around the brunette's slim waist. The two of them were 
rocking and heaving together, the lips of their vaginas rubbing wetly, one 
hairy crotch against one shaven one, pressing, kissing, and meeting with 
primeval hunger to devour. 

Ellen realized that save for the missing length of cock inside her cunt, 
this was almost exactly like fucking a man. Granted, she missed the 
penetration, still, the kiss of pussy to pussy was definitely enjoyable, and 
her own outstanding clitoris was rubbing against that of the younger girl, 
and each time contact was made, it was as if two match heads were being 
rubbed. Ellen had to admit, Cookie definitely had a full-lipped, rich, 
pouting vagina, and her flesh was unquestionably as smooth as satin. The 
brunette's mouth was a damply demanding oven that drew Ellen's tongue all 
the way in. 

Joyously the red-headed mother abandoned any residual clinging to outmoded 
tradition, pressing her feet firmly into the mattress and surging her cunt 
upward against the hot caress of Cookie's cunt. Each time their clitorises 
rubbed, a violent thrill shot through both their bodies, and the perspiring 
pressure of their meeting bellies, the slippery humping back and forth of 
their womanly pouts made every erotic sensation that much more electric. 

Twisting, pulling her future daughter-in-law's crotch violently against her 
own, Ellen fucked savagely upward as if a cock were being thrust into her. 
Slippery and skidding, wet and greasy, their labia rubbed against each other 
repeatedly. The two pounded solidly against one another, wiggling, 
squirming, rotating, vibrating, and Cookie was the first one to cry out. 

"Ellen," she moaned. "GGG GGHHHH HAAAAA HHHHGG GGGGHH HHH ... Ill II'MMMMM 
... COM MMMMIIIIIINN NNNGGG GGG ... YYYYYA AAANNN NNNGGG GGHHHHH ... UUUNNN 
GGGHHH HHHH!" 

Desperately the red-headed woman clamped the lovely young brunette in her 
arms, her teeth raking across those of the younger girl, her legs squeezing 
tightly around Cookie's waist. Their vaginas rubbed and vibrated, moving 
with a sloshing rhythm together, glued, yet unglued because of the 
slipperiness of the sticky lubrications. 

Ellen's head whirled, and she found it difficult to catch her breath. She 
was out of breath and fell back, unable to move. Cookie's mouth fastened 
itself on one of her nipples. That was when the wave of bloated orgasm rose 
from within Ellen's cunt and blasted through the rest of her body, tremors 
tearing this way and that, making her shudder and quake with wanton desire 
and release. 

"YYY YYAAAA AIIIIY YYYYYE EEEEAA AAG-GGG GGHHHH HAAAAA GGGGGH HHHHHU UUUUUH 
HHH!" she shrieked as soft, hot, wet crazy colors intermingled before her 
eyes, a crazy quilt of shades making every nerve in her body tingle 
erotical-ly with a diffusion of love spreading from her pores that Ellen 
felt would spray-paint the room. 

She had, in a way, fucked, and been fucked by, her son's girl-friend, and 
the sensation was unbelievably wonderful, changing her sensual outlook once 
and for all. There was nothing wrong with sex as long as it was between two 
people-or more than two people-who really felt love for one another. If the 
other person she loved happened to be female, well so be it. This was 
something new for Ellen, and like everything else, it was beautiful. 

Ellen lay there as Cookie rolled off her and she remembered all of a sudden 
that Cookie's father had been watching the entire thing. He was standing 
against the dresser with his arms folded, enjoying it, aroused by it, 
transfixed at this point because he had never seen two women making it. 

Cookie walked over to her father, reached out, and let her forefinger touch 
his definitely rigid cock. Ellen saw colorless ointment come oozing from the 
tip. No question about it, he was definitely aroused. 

At Cookie's instruction, the man lay down beside Ellen, his throbbing cock 
standing up, looking very much like the Washington Monument. It was a 
fabulous erection. 

"Just a minute," Ellen said. "One thing I want understood about our 
relationship is, there are no bosses. We're all equal. So if it's all right 
with you, Cookie, I'd like to take charge for a while." 

"Be my guest," Cookie nodded. 

"Fine. You go and stand by your father's head. Excellent. Knee your way onto 
the bed and spread your thighs around his face. Let him stare up into your 
juicy pussy." 

Cookie positioned herself as Ellen had instructed, and then Ellen knelt on 
the bed with her own thighs surrounding the massive pale of his pulsing 
cock. The man lay quietly, passive, his arms at his sides, but his eyes open 
and staring into his daughter's dripping pandiculation. His cock betrayed 
his excitement, twitching, emitting more and more oils, letting them soak 
his penile head and make it gleam brightly. 

Ellen said, "We're going to use your father between us, Cookie. He's going 
to suck your vagina while I take the swelling out of that huge, eager cock 
of his." 

"I've never had two women before," Art gasped. 

"Then it's time you did," Ellen smiled, then looking at Cookie, she moved 
her pussy a little lower, so that her cuntlips were rubbing against the top 
of his penile head. 

Cookie lowered her own crotch a little, a film of perspiration breaking out 
all over her in anticipation of what was to take place. Her kneecaps were 
touching her father's arms as she thought how she had been fucked earlier by 
this man, then clit-fucked by the woman, and now her father was going to eat 
her cunt. 

"Now," Ellen instructed, and she lowered her cunt a bit more as she reached 
down, grabbed the base of the man's throbbing penis, and poked the spongy 
head of the phallus into her vaginal depths. With the cock-head inside her, 
she reached out to Cookie, rested her hands on the brunette's shoulders, and 
slowly pushed her lower. 

A hot, wet shock jolted through Cookie's body as her cuntlips came into 
contact with her father's mouth. For just a moment Art hesitated, then 
uttering a soft moan, the man opened his mouth and his tongue probed up and 
through the wet, oily folds of his daughter's steamy cunt, probing into the 
wet vaginal cave. 

"Aaaaa hhhhh aaaa uuuuuu nnnnn gggghhhhhh!" Cookie gasped. 

"I'll say he is," Ellen nodded, clenching her hand around the thick cock as 
she eased more of it into her tight tunnel. Keep your eyes on the way his 
cock is easing into me, honey. It's my first time riding this beauty, and I 
have a good feeling it's not going to be my last. Unnnnh! It's all the way 
in, now." 

Staring, Cookie noted the way her father's ultra-thick penis worked its way 
through the rich pink folds of Ellen's cunt, sinking to the limit in her 
vagina. It was a stunningly wonderful sight, a thrilling sight, in fact, and 
she began grinding sensuously against her daddy's wide-open mouth as she saw 
the distended length of cock move in and out of the sucking center gobbling 
it up. 

He was mumbling something into the blazing center of her feminine grotto, 
and his tongue lapped into her like that of a kitten slurping at a bowl of 
milk. She automatically began sliding back and forth, back and forth, 
feeling his tongue rub against her clitoris, grinding it against his teeth, 
his chin, and then slamming it backward until it touched the tip of his 
nose. 

The two females leaned toward one another, their breasts slowly coming into 
contact again, and then their mouths were kissing as if it was the most 
natural thing in the world. Ellen continued riding up and down on the thick 
phallus, rotating her center at the same time so that his thick cock 
stretched every wall in her narrow cunt, and her mouth was filled with the 
tongue of the other girl, her own tongue dueling with it, giving as good as 
it got. 

Cookie hadn't really been certain how she would take to watching another 
woman being fucked by her father, but by now she felt a close kinship with 
Ellen, and as a result, felt elated knowing her daddy was plowing into this 
woman as he so often pumped into her. The only difference was, Ellen's cunt 
was not quite as tight as hers, and though Ellen was able to squeeze solidly 
around the phallic spire, Cookie knew her father would miss the 
almost-virgin-tightness of her own cunt. But another bright side to all this 
was that if she did marry Keith and her father did marry Ellen, then both 
men would always have at least one cunt to fuck since it was unlikely that 
both women would be having their periods at the same time. 

"Unh! Daddy... Daddy... Daddy...." the beautiful brunette gasped, humping 
that much faster on her father's face, thrilling to the natural way he used 
his tongue and lips, letting both work on her clitoris and the lining of her 
vagina. He sucked, siphoning her juices, as well as some juices she had 
picked up from Ellen's cunt, before. Hot oils of rapture poured down his 
throat. 

"F-fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... fuck me...." Ellen gasped, and 
slammed her full breasts that much harder into the equally large breasts of 
the black-haired girl. "Oh, God! Art, you big-cocked son-of-a-bitch, shove 
it all the way inside my cunt-fill my pussy-fuck me!" 

Cookie shook and trembled, her breasts bouncing wildly as she continued 
wildly riding her father's mouth. She felt her orgasm beginning to approach, 
and she knew there would be no stopping it. Reaching forward, she clamped 
her mouth against that of the red-headed woman, urging her nipples to all 
but cut into Ellen's flesh. Cookie's ass was swinging and sliding as her 
cunt sloshed all over her father's face while she forced her tongue deep 
into Ellen's mouth. 

Keith's mother reached out and all but clawed her nails into the lovely 
brunette's back as she raked her teeth across those of the desirable model. 
Both sucked at one another's tongue, each moaning in explosive rapture, and 
then they came, each screaming into the other's mouth as they kept on 
kissing. 

"EEEEE YYYYYIIIIIIEEEE AAAAIIIIIEEEEE AAAAA GGGGGG HHHH IIIII GGGGG HHH!" 
Ellen shrieked, feeling the thick length of cock bring her to a rapid peak 
as good as anything her son had ever made her feel. 

"AAAAAA YYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHH UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGGG HHHH AAAAA -GGGGG HHHHH 
UUUUU NNNNNN RRR GGGGG HHHH AAAAAA UUUU WWWWW AAAAA GGGGG HHH UUUUUU GGGG 
HHH!" Cookie gasped, clinging even more tightly to Ellen. 

Art felt his own simmering inner furnace bubbling up, and he gripped his 
daughter's asscheeks and began sucking her cunt all the more furiously in 
spite of her having drenched his face with her oils when she came. He 
sucked, sucked, and kept on sucking, drinking as he felt the lava bubble up 
in his cock, and then it was spewing into Ellen's pussy, washing her entire 
interior, flooding it as if he had never fucked his daughter, earlier. God! 
It was amazing, but the mere fact that he had been fucking a different, 
albeit equally delightful cunt, had built feelings in the man that he hadn't 
known since that first night he had fucked his daughter. 

His bellow was trapped in the depths of Cookie's cunt, and it made the 
stunning brunette shudder as never before. It also made her realize this was 
going to be the beginning of a wonderful new relationship. Now all that was 
left was to convince Keith. He was, after all, an extremely possessive 
youth. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Keith was boiling mad when his mother finally returned home. He had been 
waiting all afternoon and evening. 

"Where've you been?" he snapped. 

"With us," Cookie replied, coming in the front door behind Ellen with her 
father. "Your mom and I had a long talk, a really long talk." 

"Hey, are you crazy?" Keith snapped at Cookie. "I told you, this was 
something that had to be handled delicately." 

"It's all right," Ellen said, as they sat on facing sofas in the living 
room. "You see, Keith, their family has a skeleton similar to ours. In fact, 
it's exactly like ours." 

"You mean. . .." the boy gasped, pointing at Art Martin. "You and Cookie ... 
like Mom and me?" 

"Precisely," Art replied. 

Now here was where a little diplomacy was needed, and it was Art who 
supplied it. "You see, Keith, your mother caught Cookie and myself, and for 
a while we thought she would forbid Cookie to see you again. But then she 
admitted her relationship with you. I think it's because she likes Cookie. 
What's more, I like her. But I wouldn't want to do anything without your 
okay." 

"You're saying you'd like to fuck my mother?" the boy asked, not knowing 
whether to be pleased or angry. 

"Well, you're fucking your mother, and you're also fucking my daughter. I'm 
fucking my daughter, so don't you think it would only be right if I had a 
chance to fuck your mother?" 

"Hey, well I don't know...." 

"What if the two of us were to fuck each female in turn, together?" 

The idea had never occurred to Keith, but suddenly his face broke into a 
smile. Yeah! Why not? Fuck each woman, but the two of them doing it at once, 
so this way it'd be sort of an even way to get started, and he'd have Cookie 
and his mom. The idea of sharing them with Art Martin was a good one, if 
only because Keith was smart enough to know one woman was capable of tiring 
out a half dozen men with ease. It would have been unfair to try and keep 
both women satisfied by himself all the time. Unfair? It would have been 
exhausting. With Art around to share the burden-if such a thing might be 
construed as a burden everyone would be happy. 

"Sounds like it might work," Keith nodded, being cautious. "How can we find 
out?" 

"By going into the bedroom and trying it," Art insisted. 

"Fine by me," the boy nodded. 

The four of them went to the master bedroom, and Art, seeing the mirrored 
ceiling, whistled. The four of them undressed, then Keith said, "Now what?" 
"Lie down on your back," Art said, and Ellen noted the man was taking 
control over this, now. Good! This meant there definitely would not be 
dominance by any one person. 

Keith did as he was told, not knowing what was coming next. He had been 
waiting for his mother all day, anticipating fucking her, so his cock was 
rock-hard. 

"Hold your cock straight up in the air," Art insisted. 

Again Keith obeyed, and Art turned to Ellen and smiling, said, "You first, 
lovely lady, please sit on his cock...." and in a low voice Keith was unable 
to hear, whispered, "... the way you sat on mine." 

Ellen hadn't the least little idea what it was the man had in mind. Still, 
she obeyed. 

Looking at her son's rigidly upstanding erection, she shuddered with 
anticipation, knowing it would feel every bit as good as Art's had felt. The 
prospect began to excite her. 

She was helped onto the bed by the father and daughter, actually standing on 
the mattress for a moment, straddling her son, letting her ballooning 
breasts stick out and hide her face from the boy. Then she slowly began 
squatting until her coral cuntlips were directly above her son's stiff 
staff. Falling forward onto her knees, she lowered herself some more, until 
she felt his bulbous head prodding at her full-lipped vaginal opening. 
Reaching under her, she gripped the staff and guided the head exactly until 
it pushed its way into her frothing, waiting, oily interior. Then she 
relaxed and glided all the way down the upright barber pole of cock, 
surrounding it completely with her fire box. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathless sigh filling the bedroom and 
echoing off the walls as an itchy tickling feeling invaded her vagina where 
her son's cock was probing. 

"That's just fine," Art nodded, encouraging the redheaded mother. 

He gripped her by the ankles then, and pulled her knees out from under her 
so that she fell flat on top of her son with his cock buried to its full 
length in her seething volcano. Ungh! The cock was deeper than she had ever 
remembered it. 

Art moved closer to the coupled pair and began stroking Ellen's white 
buttocks, enjoying the total contrast of her white flesh to the tan flesh of 
his daughter. Then he inserted a finger into her cleft and touched her tight 
asshole. Ellen turned her head, an uneasy feeling in her as she wondered 
what he intended doing, and a moment later she began to understand. Her 
bottom had become used to her son's cock, especially over the past half 
year, and it was capable of taking the thickest penis without pain-under 
normal conditions. But at the moment her son's cock was in her cunt, and 
this made her rectal tube that much narrower. 

She flinched as Art's fingertip forced a slow passage into the constricted 
ring of her back door. It was uncomfortable for the moment, but she said 
nothing, though her slender legs moved somewhat disquietingly. She gasped as 
he thrust the finger straight down, pushing it in up to the first knuckle, 
but she was quick to note that thanks to the constant stretching her son's 
cock had given her asshole, there was no pain. 

Art was alert and realized how easily she was accepting what he was doing, 
and said, 'This is definitely not a virgin asshole," to his daughter, while 
rotating his finger around and around in Ellen's rear. "The body heat coming 
from this woman is something unbelievable, Cookie. She even has you beat, 
for now, anyway. When you get older and more experienced, you'll be as good 
as she is." Then he looked at the boy who lay beneath his mother and said, 
"Jiggle your cock around a little inside her and get her nice and hot." 

The boy put his hands on either side of Ellen's waist, digging his fingers 
in a little, lifting her a little, and then he allowed her to slide right 
down his greased pole again until his brown pubic hairs mingled with her red 
hairs again. He repeated this almost a dozen times, and Ellen's breathing 
was fast becoming labored as the stiff cock buried in her twitching vagina 
flooded her nerve-endings with pleasurable carnal gratification. 

She felt Art moving behind her, and soon he was lying on top of her, 
lowering himself onto her rounded asscheeks. He lifted her upper body a bit 
until he was able to slip his hands under her breasts and hold her that much 
more tightly against him. Then he began probing with his own heavy cock 
between her rounded asscheeks. Ellen instinctively clenched them together in 
an effort to keep his cock away. 

Art turned and looked at the staring Cookie. She was sitting in the nearby 
chair, smiling as she watched, her naked body relaxed. 

"Come over here," he told his daughter. "I want you to spread Ellen's 
asscheeks so I can get into her buttonhole." 

Cookie immediately got up, walked over to where they lay, knelt behind the 
grouping, her voluptuous breasts rubbing against the mattress. Ellen felt 
Cookie's warm hands on her buttocks, spreading her soft flesh, and she 
almost panicked. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped. "This is going to hurt! I know it!" 

But Keith was overjoyed by what was happening, arching himself beneath their 
combined weight, savoring the thrilling new sensations that charged through 
his electrified cock as her tight cunt grasped it with intermittent 
squeezing grabs of her agitated scabbard walls. His glycogen was fast 
turning into excess energy and being used, so that he barely noticed the 
weight on top of him at all. 

Art watched until Cookie's hands, forcing the older woman's buttocks apart, 
disclosed the puckered little brownie. Then he brought the head of his 
throbbing cock to bear on the circle and began pushing forward. Ellen 
started whimpering, but she was unable to move. Totally impaled on her son's 
cock, she was locked into place, and she was also firmly held by the older 
man's grasping hands on her breasts. 

Art thrust solidly and finally managed to squeeze the tip of his cock 
halfway into Ellen's narrow asshole. 

"Ouch!" she shouted at him, wriggling her bottom in the hope of shaking him 
out, but to no avail. "You're hurting meeeee. .. ." 

"Just a little, and only for a little while," Art assured her. 

"It's going in, Dad," Cookie observed, staring. 

"Damn straight it's going in," Art grunted. "All the way!" He slammed his 
hips forward with a mighty shove. 

"Gggggg hhhhh uuuu nnnnnn gggggg hhhh!" Ellen gasped as she felt herself 
being all but torn apart inside, because the thickness of her son's cock 
made her ass-channel so narrow, the equally thick lance of Art's was 
stretching her anew all over again. 

Art was jammed in to the hilt, and he remained perfectly still for the 
moment before extending the full length of his body along Ellen's back where 
he kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck, causing delightful little 
shivers to shock-wave themselves through her. The pain in her rectum slowly 
began to pass. 

Art began moving as he lay on her back, thrusting with his flat hips as he 
began sliding his cock in and out of the narrow tunnel of Ellen's asshole, 
moving it for short distances, only. Little by little the distances 
lengthened, and suddenly Ellen's aroused behind began stirring, moving 
unconsciously in time to the way the man was ass-fucking her. The feel of 
the two penises inside, so close, with only a slender membrane of flesh to 
separate them, was indescribable to the beautiful red-haired mother as a 
warm glow continued enlarging in the pit of her stomach. 

Art had released her breasts and had both of his hands on her waist, near 
Keith's. The two males began rocking Ellen up and down on Keith's cock now 
while Art continued boring into her rear, intensifying the thrills as the 
pain slowly but surely disappeared altogether. After a while, she began 
rising and falling, moving up and down by herself, putting strain on her 
arms until her son's cock, filling her cunt felt like fiery wonder. She 
somehow managed to raise her head and look in the mirror above her, and she 
felt a slow-blooming blush envelop her body as she realized she was barely 
visible. All she was able to see was Art's body, with his cock thrusting 
between her asscheeks. But she felt the definite length of her son's cock 
pounding in and out of her pussy in perfect time to the one moving in and 
out of her rectum. 

Then she saw something else. 

Cookie Martin, her duties concerning the spreading of Ellen's white-cheeked 
buttocks completed with her father's penetration, had now moved behind Art. 
Cookie had both her hands on her father's hairy asscheeks, spreading them, 
and she lowered her face and began using her tongue, licking at the brown 
button that was his anus while her own tight, tan behind bobbed up and down 
from her efforts. 

This made Art jerk down all the more strongly, and at the same time Keith 
slammed up strongly. The pressure on Keith's cock was too much, and he was 
about to have his climax. 

"Damn!" he gasped. "I wanted this to last longerrrr. . . ." 

"AAA AAYYYY YAAAAH HHH-HHH HHHHAA ANNNNN NGGGGH HHHHAA AAGGGH HHHHHA AAAGGG 
GHHH!" 

He began pumping jets of semen into his mother's tight cunt, and Ellen's 
pussy caught fire from the flood. Even without her son's hands on her waist, 
helping to raise and lower her on his slick prong, the woman managed to pump 
herself up and down in order to build the oncoming dual orgasm in her body 
to greater heights. 

She was almost thrown off-stride by the sudden acceleration of Art fucking 
her ass. The man's hands reached forward and gripped her shoulders, 
squeezing while his cock continued slicing into her fidgety, delightful anus 
with overpoweringly shocking force. His hoarse shout presaged his own orgasm 
as his tight target continued wriggling furiously while his penis began 
spewing endlessly into the narrowness of Ellen's asshole, an endless 
succession of mini-geysers, as if he had not had either of his previous 
orgasms that day. 

Art's hands fell away from Ellen's shoulders as he fell forward on her, his 
body slack, panting heavily. The woman now began working her cunt and 
asshole feverishly against the twin penises that were beginning to lose 
their erectness. For one instant she thought she might have lost the dual 
climax; in another instant found herself tight-roping her way across a 
picket fence of needling lust, and then .. . "AAA AAI-III IYYYYE EEEEEA 
AAAAGG GGGGHH HHH-HHA AAANNN NNGGGG GGHHHH HUUUUN NNNNGG GGGGGH HHHHUU 
UUNNNN NGG-GGG HHHHHA AAARRR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHHUUU UGGGGG GHH HHHHH!" as she 
came and came and came, her body feeling one orgasm surmounted by anotherher 
cunt, then her ass, then her cunt, then her ass-again and again and again 
until she felt wrung out as never before. 

"Wow!" was all Cookie was able to say, having witnessed it all. 

"I don't know which cock made me come better," she gasped, "Oh, God! It was 
so good! So good! I want more! more! Oh, I have to have it! I'll never be 
able to live without this again!" 

"All in good time," Art assured her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Art tugged his cock from her bum with the sound of a cork coming out of a 
champagne bottle. Ellen felt her sphincter wide open for the moment, and 
then, little by little the elastic flesh began to close, and the inner 
lining slowly began to relax and shrink, as well. She felt as if she had a 
glowing coal of satisfaction lodged in her asshole, and it kept her really 
warm. 

Keith's erection had shriveled to the point where Ellen was able to raise 
herself a little and it slipped right out of her and went back to looking 
like a button above his testicles. The beautiful mother stretched out, 
really tired from all the activity. Then she fell asleep. 

Ellen awoke about an hour later. What awoke her was a jostling of the 
mattress, and she suddenly realized there were three other bodies on the 
bed. She slid off, realizing she was in the way even though it was a wide 
bed, and she walked over to the chair and sat in it, feeling the sperm 
running out of her cunt and asshole and soaking the chair cushion-but so 
what! 

She sat, watching for the next ten minutes as the two males, both with limp 
penises, fondled and played with Cookie's body. 

"Come on, honey," Art said to his daughter. "Make it big again." 

Cookie smiled, dipped her head, and in front of Keith, began sucking on her 
father's wet cock. 

"Hey, Ma," the boy called out. "Come on, you have to help me." 

Ellen stirred herself reluctantly. Her behind felt a little sore from having 
been fucked while there was a cock in her cunt, but she walked over to her 
son's side of the bed. Cookie was on her knees between her father's thighs. 
But before Ellen was able to do anything, the brunette moved her head over 
so she was able to pop Keith's cock into her mouth. Art's half-raised staff 
glistened with his daughter's secretions, and Ellen knew it was only fair to 
make the man hard again. 

Falling between his thighs, she took his penis between her lips and began 
sucking on it, slowly swirling her tongue around the pulsing organ. Little 
by little the semi-quiescent organ began erecting itself in her mouth. 

The two men were able to see the images of everything happening on the 
ceiling mirror. They loved what they were feeling, but they also loved the 
sight of the bobbing asses. There was Ellen's ass, a bleached white, and 
next to it was Cookie's ass, slightly smaller, a lot tanner, and moving just 
as quickly. 

Ellen was relieved when Art's cock became enlarged to the point where it 
stretched her lips. Her mouth felt crowded, and she wasn't in the mood to 
take it in her throat, so she backed off. Still, she had no intention of 
letting her future daughter-in-law do anything better than she, and from the 
corner of her eye she noted with some satisfaction that Cookie's working 
mouth still had a way to go to bring Keith's cock to full hardness. 

"Okay," Art said to Keith. "This time, I'll be the one underneath, and you 
do the sandwiching." 

He stretched out on his back with his renewed erection standing stiffly, and 
Cookie rose from her knees without being told. Ellen remained kneeling on 
the side. Cookie sat down on her father's throbbing cock with a placid 
expression on her face, and she gasped, as always, as the thick cock fitted 
itself into her cunt, stretching her. Soon the cock was all the way in. 

Keith moved behind her, eagerly pulling her legs backward as Art had done 
with his mom. Her buttocks were turned straight up, now. Ellen watched 
curiously as her son's thumbs parted Cookie's asscheeks. The boy bent and 
spat on the ring of Cookie's anus, moistening the shriveled brown pucker. He 
then worked the sputum into her rectum with his fingertip. 

Cookie's tan moons jiggled a bit uneasily because of the movement activated 
by the boy's fingertip. Ellen watched her son move in closer behind Cookie, 
his penis still glistening from Cookie's saliva. He placed the blunted tip 
of the penis against Cookie's shriveled looking rectal-opening, and he 
shoved. The tip went in, but only the tip. The boy waggled his hips from 
side to side to push it a little deeper, and when the corona was inside, he 
rested. 

When he was ready, the youth grabbed Cookie by her breasts as he had seen 
Art do with his mother, and he rammed forward-hard! He went in so fast and 
so deep, Ellen was certain Cookie, whose cunt was ultra-narrow, had to be in 
total agony. But the odd thing was, her asshole, tight as it was, was easier 
to enter than her cunt. 

Keith removed his hands from Cookie's breasts and gripped her narrow waist. 
He clung to it for support as he began fucking in and out of her rear 
entrance. He moved more and more quickly, pounding rapidly in and out, in 
and out, and as a result made Cookie move on top of her father. To Ellen, it 
looked as if the two men were swinging axes as the helpless feminine flesh 
sandwiched between them, both grunting and gasping, the sounds intermingling 
with sighs of pleasure from the dark-haired girl as she was speared fore and 
aft, again, again, and again. 

This time they pounded away for a long, long time. They fucked into Cookie 
as if she had been made for that specific purpose and nothing else. They 
filled her with their cocks repeatedly, hammering away, stabbing, thrusting, 
fucking, pounding, and the beautiful brunette reveled in it all. 

Cookie was the first to come, this time. 

"AAA AAIIIIIYYYYY YEEEEA AAAIIIIIIGGG GGHHHH HHEEEE EEAAAA GGGGGH HHH-HAA 
AAAAGG GGGGHH HHUUUU UUN NNNNGG GGGGHH HHHAAA ARRRRR GGGGGH HHHUUU UUUNNN 
NNGGGG AAAAAA WWW-WWA AAAAGG GGHHHH HHUUUU URRRGG GGHHHH HAAAAA IIIIGG 
GGGGHH HH!" she shrieked, and she continued shrieking because the two males 
continued relentlessly fucking into her. 

A few minutes later, Cookie screamed out again as another series of orgasms 
overwhelmed her ultra-sensitive flesh. This went on for almost ten minutes, 
and then first Keith, and then Art came for the last time that evening. 

They were dressed now, sitting in the living room. 

There was no doubt as to their compatibility. Ellen felt good, really good. 
Among other things she felt secure, and that was more important than 
everything else secure financially, but secure as well in the knowledge that 
she had two wonderful cocks, and a cunt, which would make life sheer joy for 
her from now on. The agony was over! 


THE END
