Mother's New Job
by John Lewis
(FR-123)


INTRODUCTION 

It is argued amongst learned men and women with alphabetic suffixes to their 
names that if attractiveness in mate selection is an acquired value, then 
the heterosexual choice of mate from within the nuclear family unit is a 
natural and understandable phenomenon, except that law and custom forbid it. 
And, accordingly, it is still a question hotly debated by social 
psychologists and others engaged in the study of contemporary sexual mores. 

We, the publishers, were as aghast as you, the reader, will be by the time 
you reach the conclusion of this heart-rendering chronicle, Mother's New 
Job. Again, as in all his novels, author John Lewis has attempted to present 
a believable case study for the broader understanding of phenomena normally 
considered taboo in current American literature. 

Lewis pulls no punches as he delves into the psychological motives of each 
of the story's principal characters motives that in various guises have 
affected nearly all of us at one time or another. Beginning with the 
attractive young mother's almost whimsical decision to abandon her job and 
the winter cold of Minnesota in order to drop in unexpectedly on her son and 
his pregnant bride in California, and following fecundly through to a rapid 
series of events that culminate in a curiously illogical but entirely 
believable conclusion, we are certain that you will be unable, as we were, 
to shelf this book in an incomplete state. 

Of course, as in all of Mr. Lewis' books, there is just no way to compromise 
on dialogue and narrative and still come up with a tale fraught with the 
very stuff from which life itself is made. Some, perhaps many, will be 
shocked and appalled by the admittedly graphic descriptions contained 
herein, but we hope that that will not interfere with your enjoyment of what 
is essentially a highly moralistic tone. It is neither the author's wishes, 
nor our own, to offer thus a diluted rendition of an all-too-common 
situation that bears closer inspection by us all. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Nancy Greenwell trudged wearily from the front offices of Nor'star Milling & 
Grain Co. and turned down River Street to begin the block-long hike to her 
car. St. Paul screamed around her in the throes of its rush-hour 
convulsions, spewing out people and cars and noise in frenzied, hysterical 
haste. The sky was low with ominous-looking snow clouds, even though three 
inches of the messy stuff still covered the ground from last Thursday's 
blow. It was cold, noisy, and cramped ... and lonely. 

"Hey, lady, get the hell out of the way!" 

Nancy jerked her head up, and stepped quickly back up onto the curb. The 
irate cab driver squealed around her, blasting his horn at the same time, 
and staring at her as though she had just set his front lawn on fire. Nancy 
glared back at him, angered by his anger, feeling the tension of the day 
suddenly wash over her. Then, she was pushed off the curb by the mass of 
humanity pressed up behind her, as the traffic light turned green and the 
mindless herd began to swarm across the intersection. Nancy was 
forty-one-years-old, and had lived in St. Paul nearly all her life, but she 
could never adjust herself to the capitol city's rush, the tension, the 
nerve-wracked tempo that others seemed to take for granted. She was a 
beautiful woman, with mink-brown hair that lay in soft curls on her 
shoulders, and an innocent face betrayed only by a pair of intense, 
smoldering eyes. She affected a somewhat cool, aloof manner, but this was 
only a defense, a rein that held her frustrations in check. Only in her soft 
grey eyes could one perceive the fire that burned inside her, concealed 
behind that cool exterior. It was this combination that served to make her 
irresistibly magnetic to men, who flocked to her like bees to honey ... that 
and a still-firm forty-two inch bustline. 

Nancy's five-year-old Plymouth Duster finally came sputtering out of the 
parking lot, adding more than its share to the poison in the air around her. 
She quickly paid the attendant, and slid her girlish voluptuous body behind 
the wheel. She eased out of the parking lot and began to make her slow, 
agonizing way out of the city. This was the part of the day she hated the 
most. Even the morning rush hour was not this bad, because then she was 
fresh, still untouched by the day's trials and tribulations. 

She honked at a bread-truck trying to force its way into her line of 
traffic. She eased the accelerator toward the floor, cutting him off and 
forcing him to brake with a jerk. He glared at her, she glared at him, and 
the traffic slowed around them like a river flowing around some unseen 
obstruction. Then, she shot ahead of him, a minor victory in this latest 
battle to escape the city. 

Nancy lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment in suburban Pine Hills, which 
had no advantages except that it was relatively inexpensive. But that was 
enough. Her job as bookkeeper for Nor'star certainly didn't pay very well, 
and to think of moving into something that was closer to her work and 
therefore more expensive was simply out of the question. She tolerated her 
work, but didn't enjoy it. Still, it was something, and the best she could 
find with her work record. She had moved from job to job in the past two 
years since her husband had died and her only son married and moved to 
California, seldom staying at one place more than two or three months, 
sometimes less. 

She hadn't always been so nonchalant about her life; in high school Nancy 
had been quite active in her school's social scene. She had been 
cheerleader, class vice-president, homecoming queen all of the things that 
typify a young girl's high school success story. Boys had swarmed around 
her, inviting her out, walking her to classes, begging for some of the 
attention she gave to those she liked. But that had all changed, abruptly, 
her senior year ... had changed with a finality that still drove her from 
place to place in an unending attempt to escape its irrevocable 
consequences. 

Nancy tried to force her mind onto some other subject, but it returned every 
time to the pain of that last year in school. She hadn't even known Bill 
that well. She had only accepted his offer of a date in order to attend a 
last minute party with some friends, and had not even found him that 
attractive. Bill Greenwell had been very attentive, and Nancy had had much 
too much wine to drink, and before she knew it she was wrestling with him, 
separated from the others, at first resisting and then, aroused beyond 
endurance by his sexual foreplay, finally accepting his body with an abandon 
that took Bill completely by surprise. 

Nancy passed a trembling hand over her soft grey eyes, and tried to focus on 
the traffic ahead, but the cars ahead had slowed until they came to a 
complete stop, and while she waited for the line of traffic to start moving 
again, she tried to remember what it had been like that first time. 

She remembered a great deal of pain, her shame once it was all over, and her 
agonized waiting until her period came, but little more. And when her period 
hadn't come, she'd waited longer, praying that it was just delayed, her 
fears of pregnancy immobilizing her completely, until finally she was simply 
spending the entire day in bed at home. Finally, her mother had forced her 
to see a doctor, thinking she might be seriously ill, but having no idea of 
the nature of her illness. The doctor easily drew the truth from her, and 
when his tests were completed, her terrible fears were proven true. 

Nancy felt a shiver run through her curvaceous body, still able to feel the 
effect that awful news had had upon her so many years ago. The doctor had 
told her mother immediately, and her mother, despite Nancy's heartfelt 
protestations, had insisted that the boy marry her. She hadn't wanted that, 
simply because she hadn't known Bill Greenwell very well, and there followed 
a traumatic four months while Bill and his family were convinced, 
arrangements were made, and Nancy herself grew steadily larger with the life 
inside her. 

Still, despite their crude beginnings, they had, for the first two or three 
years, been happy. And, little Bobby had turned out to be a beautiful baby. 
But then, eventually, perhaps because they had married too young, Bill began 
to wander to play around with other women and the more adventuresome he 
became, the more time and attention the heartsick little wife began to spend 
with her bright and growing son until little Bobby became the center of her 
life. 

But while Bobby had been able to salve those wounds with the simple fact of 
his presence, he hadn't been able to heal the scars they left on Nancy's 
personality, and on her sexual being in particular. Anything that even 
remotely reminded the young mother of the traumatic experience she was going 
through with her immature husband was avoided, shoved into the far recesses 
of her mind to lie hidden behind an almost neurotic wall of repression. She 
had been hurt irreparably, and she had subconsciously placed the blame for 
all her troubles on the sexual side of her nature. 

She feared any kind of intimate involvement even yet, and had summarily 
rejected coolly all the inevitable advances made by the scores of men drawn 
irresistibly to her in the months since Bill's untimely death from a 
coronary. And so, she moved from job to job thinking she was avoiding 
entanglements that could only lead to further heartache, but in reality 
simply trying to escape the undeniable pressures exerted on her by her own 
seething sensuality. Nancy left the expressway and began to make her way up 
the small streets to her apartment. The rows of dingy apartments passed by 
her with a hypnotic sameness as she turned into her ice-encrusted parking 
slot, cut the motor and wearily eased her voluptuous body from behind the 
steering wheel. Nancy didn't bother to lock the car, but made her way toward 
the common entrance she shared with the dozen identical apartments in her 
building. 

She stopped by her mailbox hopefully, but it offered her nothing more than 
an advertising circular marked Occupant. She sighed, then turned to the 
stairs leading to her apartment. "Well, Mrs. Greenwell, no word from the 
kids again?" 

Nancy stopped, but she didn't turn around. The last person in the world she 
wanted to talk to was her bitchy, nosy old landlady, Mrs. Carmichael. "No, 
Mrs. Carmichael," she answered curtly, "nothing again today." 

"Well, ain't that a cryin' shame," the old "witch" cackled behind her as she 
mounted the stairs. "These kids today just don't seem to have any 
consideration for their betters. Why, when I was young, I used to write my 
family-" 

"Mrs. Carmichael," Nancy snapped harshly, turning to face her. "I'm sure you 
were a darling little person, but I don't want to talk about it now!" She 
turned on her heels and strode quickly up the stairs, leaving the landlady 
open-mouthed in the hallway below. 

She unlocked the door to her apartment and went inside, closing it behind 
her. Gossipy old bitch, she thought to herself as she moved to the fridge to 
pour herself a glass of sherry. She took a long swallow, letting the 
amber-tinted wine wash the tension out of her, then turned to go to the 
bedroom to change. Damn, but she hated coming home to an empty house! 

As she changed quickly into her dressing gown, the young mother issued a 
small sigh. It had been two weeks since she'd heard from Bob and Judy, two 
long weeks without so much as a line. Damn, but she unshed her new 
daughter-in-law was a little more thoughtful with her correspondence! And 
then, idly at first, but with growing curiosity, she wondered just what the 
kids would think if she were to pop in on them unexpectedly one of these 
days. 

She thought Bob would be happy to see her, but she didn't know for sure 
about Judy. Indeed, she hardly knew her daughter-in-law at all, except 
through photographs and the infrequent letter. But then, she thought, why 
not? ... Really! ... What better excuse as if she needed an excuse than to 
get to know her daughter-in-law better ... to help her through her 
pregnancy? Quickly, Nancy flew to the little Princess phone on the night 
table and began to tap out the required long distance code with the tip of 
one long-nailed finger. Bob wouldn't be home from work yet, what with the 
time difference, but she just couldn't wait to tell some body ... even Judy! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Phil Gordon leaned back in his plush leather chair and swung around toward 
the massive bronze-tinted window behind him. He stared down through the late 
afternoon sunlight to a traffic-clogged Oakland intersection far below his 
eighth story office. Spring had come to the Bay Area a couple of months 
early it seemed and now the air shimmered with a warm and hazy mist. With an 
impatient snort, he spun his chair back around and pressed the speak toggle 
on the intercom. "Miss Cunningham, has Greenwell gone home yet?" 

"No, Mr. Gordon." 

"Tell him to come into my office before he leaves." 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon." 

Gordon turned back to the window and folded his beefy hands behind his head. 
He stared down at the ribbons of traffic reflectively. Damn! he fretted. I 
really hate to do this to the kid but, damnit, we've just got to cut back 
somewhere! 

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Gordon?" Phil Gordon turned in the direction of 
the voice and the face that peered in at him from around the edge of the 
door. "Yes, I do, Bob. Come in and shut the door behind you." 

As usual, young Bob Greenwell was in awe of his employer's impressive 
eighth-floor suite. As he took his seat, he glanced quickly around at his 
posh surroundings. From the original Mondrian paintings on the oak-paneled 
walls, to the Barcelona chairs at nine hundred a throw; from the huge teak 
desk that must have weighed a ton to the genuine muskrat covers on the 
stools at the beautiful chrome and glass bar that dominated an entire wall 
the whole atmosphere was one of calculated debauchery and elegance. There 
probably wasn't another office like it in the entire city of Oakland. 

Bob looked back nervously at the large man on the opposite side of the desk. 
"What's the problem, Mr. Gordon?" He fumbled inside the pocket of his suit 
jacket for a cigarette. "I mean, is something wrong?" 

Gordon disentangled his thick fingers from behind his head of salt and 
pepper hair and leaned forward across the desk. "Bob ... Bob, you know 
you're a good accountant...." Bob searched his pockets for a match, an unlit 
Lucky dangling uselessly from his lips. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?"...." You also 
know things are pretty tight right now with everybody cutting back on 
expenses...." He slid a four-pound sterling lighter across the thirty-nine 
inches of polished teak that separated them, "And, well, you're the junior 
man around here." Bob tried to light his cigarette, but he was shaking so 
badly it took both hands just to hold the lighter, and he was afraid he'd 
send it crashing to the floor. "Yes, Mr. Gordon?" 

"Bob ... Bob, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go." 

Before the incredulous young accountant could catch it, the lighter hit the 
carpet between his legs with a loud thud. "But, why?" he stammered. "I mean, 
jeez, Mr. Gordon ... you can't! My wife's pregnant, and-" 

"I'm sorry, Bob, but that's the way it's got to be ... We've simply got to 
start cutting back around here!" 

"But, my wife!" 

"Now don't piss me off, Bob ... I've got enough problems of my own!" Young 
Bob Greenwell could feel his guts tie in a knot. "M-Maybe I could take a 
cut, Mr. Gordon," he whispered. Christ, he was barely making enough to cover 
the rent as it was! "How much of a cut, Bob?" 

"Fifty?" Gordon smirked amusedly. "How 'bout a hundred?" 

"How 'bout you shove this job up your tightwad ass!" 

As Phil Gordon watched the broken young man storm out of his office like a 
whipped pup, he straightened the rising bulge in his slacks and leaned 
forward to press the switch on the intercom again. 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon?" 

"Miss Cunningham, did you call about those opening night opera tickets like 
I told you to?" 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon ... But I'm afraid you'll have to go through a scalper to 
get four together in the balcony." 

"How much?" 

"Seventy-five dollars apiece, Mr. Gordon." 

"Okay, go ahead and order them, Miss Cunningham ... And you'd better make it 
six, my nephew and his wife will be joining us." 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon, I'll get right on it." 

"And, Miss Cunningham?" 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon?" 

"Don't forget to put them on my expense account." 

"Yes, Mr. Gordon." 

Phil Gordon released the toggle and turned back to the enormous bronzed 
window, entwining his beefy fingers behind his neck again. "The goddamn 
nerve of that Greenwell punk," he mused aloud. "It's no wonder this country 
is going to hell when these young bastards don't have any more respect for a 
buck than that!" 

"Lost your job!" Judy Greenwell echoed explosively. "Oh God, what about the 
baby?" 

"I'll ... I'll just have to get another one, honey," Bob soothed, slipping a 
comforting arm around her burgeoning waist as she sat sobbing softly beside 
him on the couch. "But, nobody's hiring anybody, Bob!" the nineteen-year-old 
blonde protested. "Y-You said so yourself!" 

"Hey, baby," he tightened his hug, "there's things I can do besides jockey 
figures you know ... I mean, accounting's not the only job in the world!" 

Judy remained unconvinced, but screwed up her courage for an unseasonably 
mature, "Sure, darling ... We'll make it ... I-I'm sure we will." She patted 
him on the leg for assurance, but her heart wasn't in it. 

"Besides," the young husband added quickly, "the baby isn't due for three 
more months ... We can start saving up and " 

"Saving up!" Judy shrieked. "What about the insurance?" 

"I'm afraid that went with the job, honey." Judy felt her heart go "thud" as 
she announced sardonically, "And now, for the good news ... Your mother 
called about an hour ago to say she was coming out." 

"Oh, Jesus." 

"And then some," Judy sighed. "Oh well, I guess we'll be able to see if 
there's any truth to the old adage, 'three can starve as cheaply as two'." 

"Better make that four," Bob added, patting her growing belly in a crude 
attempt at humor. A long silence passed before Judy got to her feet and 
started for the kitchen. "Well," she sighed, "I guess we'd better eat while 
we still have it." 

"I'd rather screw while the screwing's good," Bob voiced. "As soon as I take 
a shower to wash the smell of defeat off of me." Judy shrugged 
indifferently. "Sure, why not? ... It might help take our minds off things." 

Even pregnant, Judy Greenwell was a wife any man would be proud to have. Her 
long, golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders as she stretched, curled 
around her full breasts and made a contrast to her blush-red nipples and 
areolae. Her breasts were firm and taut, even larger now that she was six 
months along than they were before. The sheet had slid down to expose her 
waist and round tapered thighs. She kicked the sheet aside with her long 
slim legs and stood up, flouncing her hair and yawning. She wasn't naked, 
the way she usually slept. Instead, she was wearing the little nightie she'd 
purchased for her wedding night; the fact that her stomach raised the front 
hem high to expose the full golden mound of her sex added piquantly to the 
naughtiness of the flimsy ensemble. The top, what there was of it, hung in 
transparent gossamer folds from her blush-pink nipples. She was certain Bob 
would be pleased ... if he ever got through in the bathroom. 

Judy's face went well with her body, a sort of pouty, sensual, flirtatious 
look about it with its small nose and full ripe mouth and incredulous green 
eyes. There was nothing aloof about her; it was pure animal, pure female. 
She giggled to herself as she crossed to the open window to shut it. A 
little shiver of delight passing through her stomach as she remembered the 
way men used to stare at her when she was working at The Silver Goose, where 
she'd met Bob, she could still picture their eyes and the bulges in their 
loins, hard and waiting. Not that she had ever been promiscuous, but a 
little coy flirting never hurt anybody, and it made her feel so ... so 
feminine. 

"Hurry up, damnit, Bob!" she moaned aloud to herself. "Hurry up and get done 
in there!" 

The very thought of Bob taking her, spreading her thighs and hammering his 
hard cock long and deep inside her belly and making her forget their 
financial troubles was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the 
bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began 
to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and 
looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and 
forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming her, this 
manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had. Some 
women aren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others teased only if 
their nipples are softly stroked. But Judy had always had nerve endings more 
exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a brassiere sent waves of 
delicious feelings soaring through her. 

Now, as she stared down at the white globes jutting from her chest, she was 
doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be 
placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly ... With a 
low mewl of passion, she let one hand move slowly down from her breasts and 
down her rounded plane of a stomach, down to the soft curling fleece of her 
pubic triangle, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once 
more to the lips of her pussy. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her 
mind, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist lips, part the pubic hair, 
and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. 

She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, 
and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way 
into her open, wet cunt hole. Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and 
she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating 
in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upwards. Then, she jammed her fingers 
into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she 
masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her 
plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked 
as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings. 

"Oh ... God ... oh God," she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing 
herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Bob's fucking 
could do this to her, his real lovemaking would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, 
hurry, Bob!" 

Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, the door to the bedroom banged 
open and the muscular young man with his shaggy brown hair and rugged 
youthful face entered. "Hi, honey," he said breathlessly. Then, delightedly, 
"Y-You're wearing your sexy nightgown!" 

"Do you like me, Bob?" she cooed sweetly. Bob swallowed tightly, his head 
bobbing up and down in the affirmative. 

She raised one leg and let it part so he could see the champagne curls of 
her pubic hair, slightly damp from her fingerings, and her teasingly puffed 
vaginal lips. "All of me, Bob?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly 
sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was 
having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked, but he was 
her husband, after all. 

Bob Greenwell gaped with utter astonishment at the breathtaking sight of his 
wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. "Judy," he whispered hoarsely. He 
dropped his robe, leaving it to puddle on the floor where he stood. He was 
now in just his underpants, and his cock began to thicken with pulsing 
blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at 
him. 

Bob groaned aloud at Judy's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his 
cock and pull him to the bed beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into 
full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up 
and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly 
rolled them between her fingers. 

Judy beamed up at him with a Cheshire smile. "Do you like what I'm doing, 
Bob darling?" she queried knowingly. Bob didn't answer. He couldn't. His 
tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. His cock's swollen hardness 
couldn't be denied. Neither could Judy. Suddenly, nothing mattered to him 
now but plunging his aching cock into her lust enflamed pussy. He reached 
for her, his hand slipping gently into her sunflower tresses and drawing her 
head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out 
but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between 
his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth. 

"Oh, Bob ... darling," she murmured as he sucked on her lips. 

The young wife felt a tingling shock run icily into her. Her darting tongue 
wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of 
his teeth, caressing ... always caressing. Bob leaned forward, his momentum 
carrying them both back onto the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder 
against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and 
rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her. Judy lay obediently back 
against the cool cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly splayed. 
"Yes, darling," she whimpered softly, her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she 
closed her eyes, "now!" 

In passionate silence, Bob ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down 
her belly, into the soft fleshy folds of her cunt where moments before she 
had played with herself. His young wife moaned, her body alive to his 
caresses. 

Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him! 
Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally ... as he was doing now. 
She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and 
quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her 
soul from his maddening strokings. 

"Oh, yesss," she whimpered. "Yes, Bob ... touch me there ... There ... Oh 
yes, therrrer." She sensed the dew-drops of semen rising between her open 
thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically 
contract wetly against one another. Bob ran the tip of his tongue around the 
rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame 
with a fever of surging senses ... She couldn't wait much longer or she 
would go mad! 

"Ohhhhhh!" Judy cried. "Fuck me fuck me! Now, darling! Now.!" She twisted 
her husband's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling! 
Please!" 

The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Bob to a frenzied, 
blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching with blood-filled lust, 
and then suddenly grow flame hot as one of his wife's hands closed like a 
steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the 
palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh and, insane with 
lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and 
rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips. The flowering 
lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness 
between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She 
rubbed his swollen blood engorged penis along her open pink slit and parted 
the soft, resilient pubic hair until it was nestled teasingly in the 
entrance to her vagina. Her young husband clamped his fingers into the full 
cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward, at the same time 
supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as 
his cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet sucking sound. 

Judy groaned, her body tightened into an arch of hardened passion at the 
initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the 
rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up 
under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until 
its coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her cunt, then surged in 
again. Up and down, faster and faster ... and Judy's face contorted with 
passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs. 

Bob felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-aroused wife's pussy clasp him 
tightly, and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to 
explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked 
through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of 
his buttocks. Judy twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair 
against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove 
her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head 
around in her seething belly, causing him to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm 
whirl-winded through him as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered 
her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his 
groin, and knew he was about to cum. 

Judy sensed it too. She could feel Bob's cock swelling and straining against 
the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please ... not yet! 
Not yet! ... Wait for me ... wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider as she 
bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. 
"Now ... HARDER!" 

But it was already too late as her husband groaned above her, and his thick 
fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his cum 
which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink 
lips of her vaginal orifice. It was as if all the tensions of the day had 
conspired to rush him to completion, leaving his young wife of ten months 
high and dry. 

"Oh, Bob!" Judy voiced her discontent beneath him. "Why didn't you wait for 
me!" 

"I'm sorry, honey," he whispered hoarsely as he rolled to his side beside 
her. "I ... I just couldn't hold back any longer." 

Judy heaved a heavy sigh as she stared bitterly at the ceiling above, a tiny 
tear of frustration rolling down her downy cheek. "Yeah, sure, Bob," she 
managed bravely. "It's ... It's okay. I understand." But, in truth, she 
didn't. First her mother-in-law had phoned to say she'd be dropping in for 
an unexpected visit ... then Bob tells her he's lost his job, and now ... 
and now, this! It was nearly more than the pregnant young wife could bear as 
she thought in impassioned silence, Okay, you goddam loser ... If you can't 
finish what you start, I'll find someone who can ... A real man, like ... 
like Gerald Dearing! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As always, while Gerald Dearing supervised the final painting and carpeting 
of The Silver Goose in anticipation of its reopening, his mind was on 
business. He'd invested a lot of money on this damned remodeling, only to 
have three of his regular girls quit him to go to work in that new place 
opening up across the bay in 'Frisco. Goddamn it, what he really needed was 
some of the "old" girls back ... girls like Judy Edwards, or whatever she 
was calling herself these days since she'd gone off and married that college 
punk ... girls like that he could count on; not like these new tricks who 
were just in it for the money. 

The portly middle-aged club owner pivoted suddenly on his heels, leaving the 
workmen to finish their appointed tasks without his supervision, and waddled 
on his curiously spindly legs to the backstage office. It was a grotesque 
sight watching the fat man, all two hundred and eighty-seven pounds of him 
packed into a five-foot-seven frame, swivel-hipping across the stage, and 
the workmen had all they could do to keep from snickering aloud. Mindless of 
his "audience," a smile played across Gerald Dearing's rubbery pouting lips 
as his mind began to formulate a plan. 

Like a teetering bowling pin, the fat man wheeled through the door of his 
office, his hips scraping the doorframe on either side. Frantically, he 
snatched the telephone receiver up in his sweaty hand and began to dial Jane 
Kimberly's number from memory. If anybody would have Judy's new number, it 
would be Jane ... The girls had practically been sisters when Judy was 
working there. 

Judy Greenwell was standing at the sink peeling onions when the phone rang, 
her eyes pouring forth more than the requisite amount of tears as she 
reflected on the devastating turn her life had taken within the past 
twenty-four hours. God, as if her life hadn't been dreary enough the past 
few months without facing the prospect of having her baby in a charity ward! 

"Hello?" 

There was a short click and a wheezing pause on the other end of the line, 
as if the calling party was about to hang up after the fourth ring. "Judy?" 
a familiar male voice breathed heavily into the receiver. "Judy Edwards?" 

"It's Greenwell now, but yes ... Who's this?" 

"It me, Gerald ... You okay, kid? You sound like you've been cryin'!" 

"Gerald! Gerald Dearing?" 

"Yeah ... You sure you're okay, kid?" 

"Just peeling onions, Gerald ... Trying to get a roast in the oven before my 
old man gets back from the airport with my mother-in-law ... To what do I 
owe the unexpected pleasure of this call?" 

"Uh ... I just got through remodeling the club and I thought maybe I'd call 
up a few of my old favorites and see what they were up to these days." 

"Business, huh?" She sounded almost disappointed. "Not necessarily, Judy." 

"Well," she chuckled, "I don't think you'd care much for my new figure, 
Gerald." 

"What'd you do, kid, go out and get yourself pregnant?" 

"Well, I didn't go out for it," Judy laughed. "But, I'm P.G. alright ... 
about six months worth, as a matter-of-fact." 

"Hey, that's too bad, kid. I was hoping I could talk you into coming back to 
work for me for awhile." 

"I wish I could, Gerald," she sighed wistfully, "we could use the money 
right now." 

There was a brief pause while Dearing straightened the rapidly thickening 
lump in his trousers. Christ, but that little shit had a sexy voice! "Hey 
listen, kid ... Uh, how 'bout lunch or something tomorrow? ... I mean, just 
for old times sake?" 

Judy could feel the lips of her pussy part slightly at the scarcely-veiled 
lewdness in her former employer's voice. "Uh ... Yeah, sure, why not? ... 
I'll just tell my old man I've got a doctor's appointment or something." 

"Sounds good, Judy ... How about one sharp at the Bib 'n' Tucker?" 

"Sounds okay to me, 'Boss' ... Just look for the blonde-haired lady 
smuggling a watermelon...!" 

Banking steeply against a billowy pile of snow-white clouds, the lumbering 
Central Airlines flight 167 non-stop from Minneapolis-St. Paul circled the 
cobalt waters of the sunlit bay below for the run-in to Oakland 
International Airport. 

From the tinted glass of the passenger terminus, young Bob Greenwell watched 
the silver 727 drop to a perfect three-point landing on Runway E, taxiing to 
a halt in a tidy arc in front of the appropriate debarking platform. He 
joined the crush of welcoming friends and relatives ringing the entrance 
way, straining his neck for a glimpse of his mother's beautiful familiar 
face in the stream of passengers pouring from the door. "Hey, Mom!" he 
shouted suddenly with an enthusiastic wave of his powerful arm that nearly 
took the hat off the lady standing in front of him. "Hey, over here!" 

"Hi, handsome!" the young mother brightened as she rushed to join him. 
"Where's Judy?" 

"Home making dinner, Mom ... she doesn't go out in crowds much anymore, if 
she can avoid it." 

"I suppose that's the smart thing, alright. Lord, she must be way out to 
here by now." 

Bob held his radiantly beautiful young mother at arms length and stared at 
her for a long moment. Christ, but she was a gorgeous woman ... And, she 
still looked more like his sister than his mother! "It's good to see you, 
Mom," he smiled warmly. "Now let me have that bag and let's get movin' ... 
If we're late for dinner, Judy'll be hopping for sure!" 

Nancy Greenwell craned forward and planted an affectionate kiss on the 
handsome mouth of her twenty-two-year-old son. She lingered perhaps a little 
longer than she should have; but then, she reasoned, it had been a long time 
since she'd seen him. "It's good to see you too, son," she whispered, 
breaking the kiss. "I've missed you a lot!" 

"So that's it, Mom," Bob continued over a succulent slice of beef. "Here 
today...." He drew his finger across his neck in a cutting gesture. " ... 
gone tomorrow!" 

"Oh, son, that's awful," Nancy sympathized. "If I'd only known, I wouldn't 
have dropped in on you like this." 

"Hey c'mon, Mom," her handsome son chastised playfully. "It's okay ... isn't 
it honey!" 

"Yeah, sure, Bob," Judy shrugged with a pretty show of dimples. Then, to 
Nancy, "We're real glad you could come, Mom!" 

In truth, the young daughter-in-law was truly in awe of her husband's 
mother. She'd been expecting someone, well ... older. True, she'd seen 
pictures of Bob's mother and had remarked then on the dark-haired woman's 
beauty but, somehow, she'd just naturally assumed that they'd been taken 
much longer ago than they actually had. Indeed, she was almost envious of 
the older woman's looks, particularly those devastating grey eyes and that 
fantastic bustline ... and she herself had been a topless waitress at The 
Silver Goose for nearly a year before she'd married Bob! 

"Well, maybe I can help you kids out a little," Nancy announced generously. 
"I'm not a cripple yet, you know." 

"Aw, Mom," Bob groaned. "We'll be okay, honest ... I've got some 
unemployment insurance coming, and I haven't even cracked the papers yet. 
I'll come up with something." 

"Maybe she ought to try The Silver Goose," Judy cracked humorously. "She's 
certainly built for it!" 

Bob nearly choked on his salad fork. "Judy! For Christ's sake!" 

"What's The Silver Goose?" Nancy questioned innocently. Bob hastily cleared 
his throat with a hearty swig from his water glass. "Uh. it's a topless 
place here in Oakland, Mom ... Judy's got a funny sense of humor." 

"I used to work there," Judy added. "Oh?" Nancy commented, masking her 
initial shock behind an appraisingly cocked eyebrow. "Did it pay well?" 

Bob's cheeks were really burning now as he mumbled something about "pulling 
up his pants and going home." Nancy and Judy both glanced at him in 
amusement, then at each other, and then burst out laughing. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Gerald Dearing looked over at the girl seated next to him on the couch in 
his backstage office and smiled. His beady little eyes dropped to the 
exposed satiny thighs beneath her hiked-up skirt, to the sheen of her nylon 
hose glistening in the faint illumination coming from the table lamps. He 
said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those 
still-slender white legs when once they had been wrapped around him. 

As the portly club owner watched, Judy lay back in a half-sitting, 
half-reclining position, her knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the naked 
backs of her white thighs from her taupe-colored nylons all the way to the 
strip of white panties that barely covered her delightful crotch. "Now," she 
cooed over the Vodka Gimlet he'd just pressed into her hands, "what did you 
want to talk to me about, that we couldn't discuss in the restaurant?" 

Gerald took a hearty sip of his own straight Scotch and smiled lewdly. "You, 
kid ... I just wanted to find out how the world was treating you." 

"Oh?" she countered with a naughty smile. "I thought maybe you were horny or 
something." The fat man took another sip of his drink to cool the sudden 
burning in his jowls. "Yeah ... that too." 

"Okay," the young former employer returned gamely, "let's do something 
sexy." 

The big man blinked incredulously as Judy got to her feet and stood directly 
in front of him, her soft white hand extended in a gesture of invitation. "I 
thought you was the devoted little bride now," he chuckled gamely as he 
fought his way to his feet. "What's the matter? ... That punk fraternity boy 
don't turn you on anymore?" 

Judy reached down reflexively to fondle the fat man's cock through his pants 
as he encircled her in his bear-like arms. "No, that's not the problem," she 
cooed seductively. "It's just that a girl likes a little strange cock once 
in a while ... And, Gerald honey, yours is one of the strangest." 

Gerald couldn't control himself. The presence of Judy's succulent body 
cradled in his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly made a 
shambles of every sensible thought he had. Sweet fucking Jems, even pregnant 
she was one of the sexiest young fillys who'd ever worked his stables! 

"You beautiful little slut!" he hissed into her open mouth, his hand 
coursing up to her pregnant waist, then along her ribs to the magnificent 
swells of her milk-filled breasts. "I know ... I know," she hissed. "You 
want to fuck me, don't you Gerald baby?" 

"Oh Christ, yes ... yes!" he panted. "Oh God! Now, Gerald, now ... Let's get 
naked! Hurry!" 

The bizarre splendor of Judy's pregnant body was openly inviting him as she 
dragged him into the adjoining bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Her 
sculptured, creamy white thighs were spread wide to him, the slightly-parted 
pink slit of her feminine bewitchment clearly visible beneath the smooth 
upward rise of her belly. Jesus, he could hardly believe she was as far 
along as she was ... three or four months, maybe ... but six? ... No way! 

He lay partially on top of her, one massive hairy thigh pressed between her 
spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her pussy while she 
lifted her loins to rub against it. Judy's cool hand dropped down between 
then to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard cock, clutching it greedily 
and massaging the thick wealth of foreskin in an irresistible milking 
motion. Gerald's eyes dropped instantly to the pregnant blonde's succulent 
breasts. Big to begin with, they had nearly doubled in size, their nipples 
alone fully the size and shape of sun-ripened strawberries, their color a 
deep and angry scarlet that seemed to cry out for them to be sucked. 

"Aren't they huge, Gerald?" Judy asked proudly. She ran her hands over them 
lightly. They swelled out from her narrow chest like ripe cantaloupes, 
jiggling like jello with even the slight effort of her breathing. 

The fat man stared at them in awe. "J-Jesus," he mumbled eventually, "are 
they full of milk?" 

"Too much!" she confessed. "Look at this." Her slender fingers scissored 
open around each strawberry-sized nipple and squeezed. Instantly, two 
streams of dripping grayish fluid jetted forth from them, squirting all over 
the former employer's flabby stomach. 

Gerald Dearing was flabbergasted, his eyes glazed in disbelief, his jaw 
hanging slack, unable to move. 

"Well, aren't you even going to touch them, Gerald?" Judy asked impatiently. 
She wedged a hand under each one, raising them toward the fat man's 
expressionless face, the soft pliant flesh spilling sloppily over her 
fine-boned fingers. "Suck them, Gerald," she hissed. "Please?" 

He reached out with both hands then, squeezing the bloated globes gingerly, 
liking the way his fingers sank deep into the resilient white flesh. "Oh, 
yes, Gerald ... yesss! Suck them! Squeeze them! Hurt them...!" 

The lewd club owner tweaked her puffy distended nipples between his thumbs 
and forefingers, and they swelled still larger and became taut. His own cock 
began to stiffen in response, and he felt a strange sense of power come over 
him, maneuvering this delicious young pregnant girl to suit his whims. 

"OOOhhh! That's the way, darling," Judy cooed him onward as Gerald increased 
the painfully pleasurable pressure on her swollen nipples. Her warm eyes 
were half-closed with lust and passionate moans were beginning to gurgle 
from deep within her chest. 

The fat club owner felt a wild surge of excitement taking hold of him as he 
continued his rough pinching of his former employee's nipples, then kneaded 
the enormous mounds of the young wife's flesh with his palms and fingers as 
if he were mixing dough. His prick was fully rigid as his mouth dropped to 
the swollen pap that loomed nearest to his lust-gazed eyes. 

"Oh, yes! God, yes!" she shivered delightedly beneath his oral assault. "Oh 
Gerald, darling, it's ... beautiful!" 

Warm viscid mild was running down Gerald's chin as he gorged, first on one 
nipple, then on the other. Judy sighed with relief as he lessened the 
pressure within them. The excited former employer sucked until he thought 
his cheeks would cave in. His cock felt like it would burst like an 
overstuffed sausage if he didn't find relief soon. Damnit, it was her turn! 

"Okay, you fucking bitch," he sputtered, raising his head from the 
still-leaking udder in his mouth, "it's time for you to do a little 
sucking!" 

"Oh, yes, Gerald. I want to. I want to!" Abruptly, she squirmed out from 
under him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs 
to remain on all fours as she lowered her face to his rigid, upthrust cock. 
He gasped excitedly as he watched her hot pink tongue dart out instantly to 
lick at the gaping coralline slit in the tip of his penis. Jesus! Gerald 
Dearing thrilled. What a filching feeling! 

He watched her small hand drop to the base of his prick and extract the 
loose flap of skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to 
lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside. Then, dropping 
to where her fingers held it at the base, she licked deliciously upwards 
again. And finally, he saw the smile of lust etched upon her lovely face as 
she ovaled her warm, satiny lips over the naked head of his prick. Clasping 
it tightly just beyond the coralline rim, her cheeks hollowed in and out in 
a sucking motion as her free hand moved down to cup and squeeze his bloated 
balls. 

He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the lewd sight of her 
spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she began to move 
up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his cock, but he couldn't 
believe it. He gaped in utter astonishment as inch by inch she seemed to 
absorb his dripping flesh into her grotesquely sucking mouth until the end 
of it had to be battering against the back of her throat ... and then, her 
shimmering champagne hair fell forward and he could see little or nothing 
... he could only feel the delicious velvet comfort of her glistening pink 
lips and the mad swirling tongue while her long golden tresses teased above 
his stomach and abdomen. 

"Oh Christ!" Gerald bellowed suddenly. "Get up here and let me fuck you 
before I go out of my goddam mind!" Almost reluctantly, Judy released the 
poling scarlet cock from her feverishly nursing lips. "Yes," she gurgled 
delightedly, "fuck me!" 

Nancy Greenwell awakened slowly, languidly, stretching first one arm and 
then the other above her head as she luxuriated in the, to her, unseasonable 
sunshine pouring in through the bedroom window. It was nice of the kids to 
give up their bed for her first night in town, she mused. But tonight she 
was going to sleep on the couch ... And, today, she was going to go out and 
find a job. There was no reason she shouldn't be an asset rather than a 
burden, now that she'd decided to stay. 

Idly, she brought herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and 
slipped into her high-heeled mules and dressing gown before heading out of 
the bedroom. "Bob," she called, "Judy...?" 

Silence. 

Cinching the belt of her dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist, she 
made her way to the apartment's tiny kitchen ... and the hastily scribbled 
note propped conspicuously on the dining table. Mom, it read, Bob's down at 
the Department of Employment Security. And I have a doctor's appointment. 
There's some waffle batter in the 'fridge and a fresh pot on the stove. See 
ya later! Judy. 

"Good grief," Nancy exclaimed as she glanced up at the kitchen clock, "it's 
after noon already!" 

She didn't feel much like eating, even at this late hour, but the coffee 
sounded good. So she poured herself a cup and sat down at the table with the 
morning paper, flipping immediately to the want-ads. 

She ran her long-nailed finger down the columns marked "Help Wanted 
Clerical," and circled the few that caught her eye with an eyebrow pencil. 
Then, curiously, she let her eyes wander to the adjacent rows. It would be 
nice if I could get a job that paid a little something for a change, she 
mused. And then, it caught her eye, the now-familiar name, The Silver Goose, 
at the foot of an ad headed, Topless Waitresses wanted for reopening, $225 
wk + tips, no experience necessary, apply in person, 231 W. Grand. 

"Wouldn't that be something!" she laughed aloud. "Nine hundred a month and 
tips for showing off my chest!" 

Laying the paper aside, the still-lovely young mother downed the last 
swallow of her coffee and went to the bathroom for her morning shower. "For 
two cents I'd run out and see what it's all about," she laughed. 

The workman touching up the plastering on the ceiling looked down at the 
gorgeous big busted brunette who'd just let herself timidly through the 
front door and emitted a low whistle. "Hey, Chuck," he whispered to the man 
carpeting the floor below him, "get a look at the tits on this babe!" 

Chuck's eyes nearly popped from his skull as he rushed to cut Nancy off just 
inside the door. "Hey, lady," he gushed excitedly, "can I help you?" 

The beautiful young mother-in-law felt a little nervous about what she was 
doing, but she stared at the workman levelly and resisted the temptation to 
cover her half-exposed cleavage with her arms. In view of the "nature" of 
the job, she had deliberately worn her most daringly cut dress ... and 
without a bra! 

"Uh, who do I see about a job?" she questioned nervously, producing a neatly 
quartered section of newspaper from her handbag. "The one in the Oakland 
Examiner." 

The man continued to ogle her lecherously, as did the one above, both men 
ignoring the classic perfection of her face to concentrate on the melonous 
white orbs of her breasts as they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. 
She supposed she'd better get used to having men drool over her enormous 
titties if she was serious about making some real money for a change. So, 
philosophically, she allowed their eyes to feast for several moments on the 
most conspicuous of her several charms indeed, even sucking in her breath 
slightly to give them a more expansive view before reminding, "Uh ... the 
job?" 

The carpet-layer, panting now and on the verge of drooling, gestured with 
his hand toward a distant door. "Mr. Bearing's got another chick with him 
right now, so you better knock first." There was more than mere 
suggestiveness in the man's accompanying smile, that caused Nancy to turn 
away abruptly. 

"Uh ... thank you," she called over her shoulder. "Thank you, lady," the 
carpet-layer returned lewdly. 

Nancy hesitated just outside the door marked Office, then raised her hand 
cautiously and knocked. She repeated the process three times and was about 
to turn to leave when she heard a far-off male voice-like it was coming from 
a room within the room call out, "Yeah, what is it?" 

"Uh, I'm here to see about the ad you ran in the pa " 

"You'd better come inside," the voice called again, "I can't hear you!" 

Cautiously, almost reluctantly, Nancy entered the empty outer office and 
shut the door quietly behind her so the workmen wouldn't overhear her in 
case she was forced to shout again. 

And then, abruptly, the inner door to the adjoining room jerked open a crack 
and Gerald Dearing's hog-like head peered critically around the corner. 
"Yeah? ... Waddaya want, girlie? Can't you see I'm busy?" 

"I'm here about the topless waitress job," she stated evenly, with a 
surprising show of courage. "I don't have any experience, but my breasts are 
... well, huge!" 

"I can see that," Gerald grinned, "why don't you take off your dress and 
we'll see how they hold up. I'll be through in here in a minute!" 

As the fat man tucked his ugly head back inside and closed the door, Nancy 
reached behind her back to wrestle with the catch of her zipper. Her breasts 
were already threatening to burst through the thin material when she drew 
the silver fastener all the way down and stepped out of her single outer 
garment, letting it fall to a shimmering puddle at her feet. 

Nancy was down to her garterbelt, nylons and high heels when she first heard 
it, a low groan of agony ... or pleasure, coming from the adjoining room. 

"Oh yes, you fat bastard, fuck me! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" Nancy froze 
in her tracks, her pulse quickening thickly as her mind registered the 
lewdly uttered expletives echoing through the thin walls. The voice was 
female ... and it sounded curiously familiar somehow! She was torn between 
putting her clothes back on and leaving, never to return, or following her 
basest instincts to press her ear to the connecting wooden door. 

"Fuck me, Gerald, fuck me!" 

Drawn along like a puppet on an invisible silver string, the luscious 
forty-one-year-old mother-in-law, herself nearly naked, dropped to her knees 
before the old-fashioned keyhole. 

Nancy's heart lodged in her throat at the sight that assailed her startled 
eyes. The man, an incredible mountain of fat in his naked obesity, was up on 
his flabby haunches, his arm-like length of hot scarlet penis rifling in and 
out of the vagina of a kneeling girl with a big stomach. Big, hell, she was 
pregnant! And blonde! 

Oh my God, it's Judy! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Nancy Greenwell reeled in shock, and felt the strength leave her legs in a 
rush, making her feel totally helpless and alone. It couldn't be! ... It 
must be some kind of nightmare! ... It isn't possible! But it was possible, 
and it was happening, right before her incredulously staring eyes. Her own 
pregnant daughter-in-law! That was the most hideous part, seeing her own 
son's wife who, as far as she was concerned, was the ultimate in virtue! 
There she was, up on her hands and knees like a common sow, her dimpled 
little white ass bucking back against her "boar's" filthy red penis as if 
her very life depended on it! 

My God! How could she! Nancy's mind burned, sick to her very soul, the 
breath which she had been going to scream with knocked from her lungs. 

"It's been a long time, ain't it, Judy baby!" the fat man slobbered audibly 
between pants. "But, ol' daddy knew you couldn't stay away from a real 
man-size fuckin' forever! ... Couldja now? Huh? Couldja?" 

"Oh God, no, Gerald," Judy gurgled delightedly, oblivious to her audience. 
"I like my ol' man's fucking, but your prick is so long and hot ... Oh, I 
love it!" 

The girl's mother-in-law was frozen under the bluntness of the obscene 
words. And yet, their very lewdness excited her more and more, and she was 
at a loss to understand her reactions to what was occurring. She could feel 
the heated moisture of her passion soaking her vagina, and she reached down 
to rub between her legs as if trying to ease the burning sensation that was 
churning madly in the pit of her naked belly. As sudden as her shock came 
the realization that she would stay right where she was and watch the lewd 
thing run its course ... that she wouldn't stop it if she could! She could 
feel small pin pricks of empathic delight racing through the tips of her 
nipples as she watched the fat man reach down to roll the hardening nipples 
of Judy's leaking breasts maddeningly between his thumbs and forefingers; 
she could almost feel the heat of his vile breath on her own naked back as 
he labored and bucked like a giant pig! 

Judy was moaning ecstatically, her slender fingers reaching out to wad the 
soiled sheets beneath her dangling milk-filled breasts. She despised herself 
for the surges of hot longing that had caused this delicious little moment 
of infidelity ... Then, suddenly, she was released from the depraved bondage 
of desire, a tremendous surge of acceptance clearing her mind of every 
thought but that of unyielding, voluptuous, animal lust. 

She wanted him more than anything now, and began to wriggle the lower half 
of her lush body sensually back against him. 

Nancy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched, or the tight sensation 
gripping her in the depths of her belly. The brutish tableau was beyond her 
comprehension, her one overpowering thought that somehow, someway, it was 
her daughter-in-law's own fault; she was unable to attach any guilt for the 
carnal scene before her to the fat man with the bloated red penis ... he was 
a man, after all, and then some! 

Little Judy's life-filled body was bent nearly double, the pain of her 
strained muscles almost overpowering. The glistening pink mouth of her 
pretty pussy was presented up to him as he quickened his vicious thrusts, 
the lewd intrusion making her dilated vagina grow and expand before his 
uncontrolled assault, the heavy weight of his flabby loins crushing hard 
into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he lunged forward 
with all his strength to sink his cock as deep as he was able into her round 
white belly. She groaned defenselessly beneath him, her face showing a 
mixture of the pain, humiliation, and pleasure she was feeling. 

Gerald's ham-like hands cupped her dangling naked breasts, twisting and 
squeezing them with savage brutality, teasing and tugging at them until she 
thought they would burst from the wild manipulations. Then, as if a miracle 
had taken place, she felt her pleasure increasing and the warmly seeping 
walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around his thick, blood-engorged 
rod, her hips slithering back wetly to devour the length of his lusthardened 
flesh. His hugely swollen balls still smacked into the passion-drenched 
crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as 
she began a slowly tentative rhythmic undulation to meet the long spearing 
strokes of his fucking. 

The young blonde's horrified mother-inlaw stood in almost hypnotic 
fascination as she watched with utter disbelief her daughter-in-law's 
growing response to the powerful thrusts of her former employer. She had a 
strange sense of not being a part of herself, the shock of actually viewing 
sexual intercourse that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it. Down 
between her clenched thighs her brown-fleeced cunt was tingling like it had 
never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving ... but she 
continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality. 
The huge-breasted mother-in-law centered her gaze on the muscles straining 
out on the blonde girl's inner thighs as Judy struggled like a drug-crazed 
nymphomaniac to get the fat man's cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking 
pussy. Gerald Dearing was cupping the pregnant blonde's naked buttocks with 
a savage strength that cut white, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted 
moons. He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina 
tighter around the thickness of his turgid penis, and Nancy studied the 
thin, moistly glistening lips of her daughter-in-law's pussy as they strove 
to milk the giant shaft of its strength. God, she could even see the thinly 
parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the ridge which ran the full 
length of the underside of the fat man's penis! 

Judy's blue eyes were tightly closed now, as she writhed beneath Gerald 
Dearing in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. The fat man 
sweated over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer, smoother plunging 
strokes, that brought his lustthickened crimson penis almost all the way out 
of her softly clutching vagina on the backstroke, and then ramming forward 
into her until he could feel the huge, blood-swollen head of his cock 
colliding hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside. The fire 
of animal lust raged out of control in his madly fucking loins and he was 
aware of nothing else in the world but the fact that a beautiful, full 
bodied, pregnant woman was responding under him to his skewering cock and 
frantically roving hands. Spurred on by Judy's wildly bucking body, he dug 
more deeply into her, forcing her chest down flat against the mattress and 
elevating her shimmering white ass to outrageous heights. 

Judy moaned and attempted to hump backwards as she felt her climax 
approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never experienced, not 
even with her own husband, Bob! "Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm 
cumming nowww! 

Fuck harder! Fuck harder! ... AAAuuuRR-gggHHH!" she cried in a voice shrill 
with mind-reeling passion. Her heated fluids flowed wetly out around his 
still driving cock and spilled down the trembling standing columns of her 
thighs. 

Goaded now to a mind warping frenzy of abandon, Nancy brought her hand down 
along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own enflamed pubic 
mound. She could feel wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, 
and she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there with 
lingering delight. Her daughter-in-law's mewls of pleasure were becoming 
more desperate, and the glazed eyes of the brunette stayed glued on the 
lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away. 

Nancy's middle finger slid along her wet cunt lips and found her clitoris, 
teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip 
through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now 
thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed 
while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris. 

The young mother was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled 
on the office floor and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet sucking 
sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body 
heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more 
heavily than she'd ever remembered. 

Then, Gerald reached back and cupped the globes of Judy's ass, stretching 
them wide, and watched his angry red shaft pummeling into her pussy. He 
could feel the hot load of his sperm building up for an earth shattering 
release, the broad blunt head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing 
larger inside her insanely ravaged cuntal passage. At last he erupted, his 
hot thick liquid exploding deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing 
salaciously with the wetness of her own cumming. 

Judy's head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts 
surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm sticky 
whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, 
milking at his crazily jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Her 
life-carrying body was drained of all the passion she'd repressed so long, 
and her limbs collapsed loosely on the mattress as the fat man's grip on her 
quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether. He 
rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air. 
Judy groaned at the loss of his penis and felt a cool rush of breeze 
caressing her spent, cum-soaked loins. 

From her secret vantage point on the other side of the keyhole, Nancy could 
see the stream of the fat man's thick ejaculations running down the velvety 
inner columns of her daughter-in-law's thighs to form a viscid pool on the 
sheets below. And then, as if by remote control, the obscene spectacle in 
the adjoining room seemed to trigger her own explosive climax and she lifted 
herself from the floor in a trembling arch, all her fingers and half her 
hand buried in her deliciously creaming sex, and rubbed and rubbed and 
rubbed. 

Suddenly, swiftly, even before the last lingering thrills of her orgasm had 
left her body, Nancy was back on her feet and slipping frantically into her 
street clothes. She didn't know what she'd tell Bob about the depraved 
spectacle she'd just witnessed, or even if she'd tell him anything ... God, 
how could she, without telling him what she herself was doing there! 

She shrugged unceremoniously into her dress, nearly snagging the zipper in 
her haste, her mind now bent on but a single purpose: to get out of there 
and fast, before it was too late! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Nancy didn't have any idea where she was going when she brushed past the 
leering workmen and out onto the dusty Oakland street outside. What she did 
know was that she needed a drink, and her intuition told her that she 
wouldn't have far to go to find a bar in this part of town. 

She was already in a lighter mood when she walked into the cocktail lounge 
off the lobby of the Grand Hotel. There were no conscious thought processes 
involved in the selection, she simply went in and slipped onto a stool at 
the end of the bar. The lounge, Kelly's Green Room, she supposed in honor of 
money, was dimly lighted, carpeted, plush and cozy, occupied mostly by men, 
probably conventioneers, she thought, but there were women, too, all paired 
off ... none alone like herself. She still felt curiously wild from her 
brief brush with fate, and knew that male eyes were following her. Wouldn't 
it be something if the bartender asked her for her ID to prove her age? She 
didn't look that young, of course, but wouldn't it be a kick? Indeed, she 
was feeling quite confident and made a point of letting her voluptuously 
curved buttocks hang over the rim of the cushioned stool, like a pouting 
lip. 

With a broad seductive smile, the brunette mother ordered a Peach Brantly 
from the green-jacketed bartender and surveyed the room from the corners of 
her sexy grey eyes. She was sorry she hadn't taken the last stool in the 
corner. It would've given her greater command of the room. Presently, she 
was trying to utilize the back-bar mirror to scan the male faces, but it was 
only moderately effective with the array of bottles and shelving blocking 
it. 

And then, as she worked her buttocks back a little further on the stool, a 
flash of masculine white teeth in the semi-darkness caught her eye in the 
mirror. They were handsome teeth, seemingly set in a deeply-tanned face, but 
she couldn't be sure with the subdued lighting. Anyway, the face was 
studying her, eyes locked on her back ... undoubtedly her buttocks and legs. 
She felt a little shiver of pleasure, as she lifted her drink and sipped. If 
only she dared turn around ... smile perhaps ... God, she didn't have to ... 
he was getting to his feet ... coming toward her now ... Jesus, what was she 
supposed to say? 

"Hi, beautiful," the young man breathed, easing onto the stool beside her. 
"Waiting for somebody?" 

"Nobody in particular," the young mother dimpled coquettishly, returning his 
pleasant smile. God, he's young, she thought with a slight shiver. He can't 
be much older than Bob ... and nearly as handsome. 

"If you're here to audition," he quipped boldly, his eyes feasting on the 
enormity of her half-naked breasts, "you've got yourself a job!" He was 
still smiling, his flashing dark eyes moving to her sensuous pouting lips, 
reminding her that the soft indirect lighting would be playing there, 
causing an attractive jewel-like glitter against the thin layer of lip 
gloss. She wet them tantalizingly with the tip of her small tongue. 

"Audition?" Nancy questioned innocently. "What audition?" 

The young man's smile broadened. "This is a strip joint, lady," he winked. 
Then, sensing her confusion, he added quickly, "I'm Johnny Kelly, the 
owner's nephew and M. C. of this joint ... How does three bills a week sound 
to you?" 

"T-Three hundred ... a week?" She was definitely flattered. "Uh, my name is 
Nancy, Mr. 

Kelly ... Uh, Johnny ... W-Why don't you join me in a drink?" 

"Nothing I'd like better, Nancy," he winked. "But, I've got a show to do 
right now. Stick around and watch if you like ... and tell Jim to put your 
drinks on my bill." 

Nancy felt somewhat disappointed as she watched the smooth-talking young man 
glide off to greet a tableful of conventioneers with girls obviously much 
too young to be their wives, on his way to the tiny dance floor that doubled 
as a stage. God! she thought with a delightful shiver of excitement. He's 
not a day over twenty-five ... But, oh so attractive! She glanced at her own 
modest watch. It was still early ... Maybe she would stick around awhile ... 
Just to see what the show was like.... 

As the house lights dimmed their way to total darkness, a respondent hush 
fell over the audience. A blue spot light flashed on center stage, and the 
muted percussion of brush on drums began filtering over the speaker system, 
steadily picking up tempo. "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen," Johnny Kelly 
breathed heavily into the microphone, "Kelly's Green Room is proud to 
present our first act of the evening, the one and only, Patti Kake!" 

The drum roll increased then, as a white strobe-light began to flash 
blindingly through the blue circle the overhead spot cast on the stage 
floor. Slowly, a lovely red-haired girl in her late twenties entered the 
room through a side door hidden by a black velvet curtain and mounted the 
steps to the stage. 

She was wearing a shimmering white floor-length evening gown with a slit in 
the side that ran to mid-thigh. From the appreciative murmurs circulating 
through the audience, Nancy noted that the young woman had been handsomely 
received. Her rusty hair was plaited into a single rope-like braid that 
sprouted from the top of her head and ended between her shoulder blades. On 
her arms, she wore matching opera-length white gloves, while beneath the 
garter supported mesh of her stockings, she was pantyless. 

Stopping at center stage, the rangy redhead turned her back to the anxious 
audience and bent slightly forward, rotating her slim hips lewdly in time to 
the music. 

Teasingly, she began to hike the long skirt up her legs until the hem was at 
the juncture of her thighs. "All the way, Patti!" a faceless voice in the 
crowd was pleading, "Show us your foxy little ass!" Leaning forward still 
further, and drawing her legs together femininely, the girl gave the long 
skirt of her dress a quick flip, baring the luscious white moons of her 
buttocks completely in the harsh spotlight. Whistles and catcalls rifled 
through the diminutive lounge. 

Patti straightened quickly then, careful not to show them too much for too 
long lest they lose interest in her act. "Show us your titties!" came a 
shout through the smoke-filled darkness. "Yeah, let's see some boobs!" came 
a second. There was an audible intaking of breath as she turned to face her 
audience straight on. A little smile began to play across her lips as she 
slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. "You like it, don't you, you horny 
bastards!" she laughed into the microphone, knowing that even at that very 
moment, every cock in the house was lifting in salute to her. The lithe 
young redhead stood brazenly naked to the waist now, having let the upper 
portion of her dress slip from her shoulders to hang loosely about her 
waist, giving her naked breasts more sensual interest than had she been 
completely naked at that point. 

"Play with 'em!" someone cried. In response, she fondled her conically lush, 
strawberrynippled breasts for her admiring audience, feeling a tremor of 
increased excitement herself. Nancy felt herself respond with a straddled 
gasp as the girl on stage squeezed and mauled over her own breasts with the 
practiced sensuality of a real pro, taking the points of her rapidly 
distending nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pulling them 
outwards from her body with a twist, manipulating them into bizarre and 
fascinatingly wicked shapes. 

Then, raising one deliciously molded pap to her face, the girl's darting 
pink tongue flickered out to lap at the puckered tip of her nipple, then 
swirled in tiny concentric circles to engulf the entire puffy areola and a 
good portion of milk-white breast flesh in her mouth and began to suck with 
earnest contentment. Her eyes closed in passion then, and then reopened to 
flutter trampishly at her audience as she continued to maul and lick her 
nipples. Below, her hips began to swing forward freely in a lewd parody of 
fucking. "All the way!" someone called out in the darkness. "All the way! 
... All the way...!" several other voices chorused. With a trained flick of 
her hips, the redhead's shimmering white gown slipped the remaining distance 
to the floor. 

Except for the long white gloves, opera hose, and high heels, she was 
completely naked. "That's gonna be some tough act to follow, huh, lady?" 

Nancy, somewhat startled at the sound of a human voice at that moment, shot 
a glance over her shoulder at the bartender who was standing directly behind 
her with a fresh drink. "Huh? ... Oh, yeah!" 

Nancy watched as the girl wound her act to a swift conclusion, then gathered 
her fallen garments and disappear through the same door from which she had 
entered. "Whew!" the young mother gasped. 

"Personally, I prefer brunettes," the bartender commented. "So does Johnny 
... Here, he asked me to give you this." 

Cautiously, with a sidelong glance down the length of the bar to see if 
anyone was watching, Nancy reached out to accept a neatly halved cocktail 
napkin from the barman's extended fingers. Opening the hastily penned note 
and turning it slightly towards the pale reflected light coming from the 
backboard, she read: Hey, Gorgeous, I'm working the day shift today and I'll 
be off at seven. Stick around and we'll go to dinner. 

Johnny Nancy felt her cheeks flush hotly at the prospect of letting herself 
get picked up by a man nearly young enough to be her son. But then, she 
shrugged, why not? ... After what I've seen today, what difference could it 
make? She took a long thoughtful sip of her freshened Peach Brantly and 
smiled warmly at the knowing barman. "Tell Johnny I'll wait," she announced 
with a shimmering toss of her long brown hair. 

* * * 

Judy Greenwell didn't know for sure if it really had been her mother-in-law 
she'd seen leaving The Silver Goose at a dead-run, but if it wasn't, then 
Bob's mom had a twin sister running around loose in Oakland. But how? she 
wondered, unless she'd followed her to the club ... And had Gerald really 
been telling the truth about her looking for a job there? In any case, she 
knew what she had to do, and could only hope that Bob got back to the 
apartment before his mother did. Somehow, she'd have to screw up the courage 
to tell him of her little escapade herself ... before Nancy got the chance. 

It was dumb what she'd done, and she knew it. But, damnit, a girl had a 
right to a little fun from time to time, didn't she? She loved Bob more than 
anything, job or no job, and didn't want to lose him over a lousy few inches 
of stiff prick. Maybe her total honesty and her feminine wiles would do the 
trick. Anyway, she hoped so. And, carrying his child wouldn't hurt either. 

Quickly then, her mind bent on her singularity of purpose, Judy moved to the 
bathroom to freshen up in anticipation of her husband's hopefully early 
arrival. Her plan was a simple one; she would seduce her handsome young Bob 
Greenwell wait until his climax was hanging in that delicious balance 
between heaven and hell and then hit him with all the gory details of her 
infidelity while they were still fresh in her memory. Hell, who knows ... it 
might even be fan', , The needle spray of the shower felt good against her 
sensuously aroused flesh, and as Judy soaped her generous milk-filled 
breasts into a creamy lather she lingered delightfully overlong at the tips, 
her long pink-lacquered nails scratching and pinching at her distended 
pregnant nipples with near-masochistic abandon. There was no denying what 
she knew to be the truth; she'd loved every lewd second she'd spent in her 
former employer's office ... and she'd probably do it again. Not just with 
Gerald, either. 

" 

"Judy ... Mom? ... anybody home?" 

Nancy was just finishing her fourth Peach Brantly when the last of several 
strippers, a lissome young black girl by the name of Cherry Chocolate, 
shrugged out of her sequined G-string and beat a hasty retreat through the 
side door. It was seven straight up, and before she had a chance to mull 
over the situation with lady-like deliberation, Johnny Kelly had swept down 
on the stool beside her like an avenging hawk. 

"Hi, Nancy," the handsome young M.C. smiled, his perfect white teeth 
brightening that corner of the club. "How'd you like the show?" Nancy 
managed a brazen smile as she breathed an honest, "Well, it was 
interesting!" into the bowl of her glass. 

"Hungry?" Nancy set her glass down on a little shamrock-shaped coaster and 
shook her head. "Not really, Johnny," she said. "Me either," Kelly 
responded. "Why don't we just skip dinner and take in a show?" 

"I'm sorry, but " 

"Hey, you're not chicken, are you, dollface?" 

"No ... It's just that ... Well, okay. What kind of show?" Johnny's dazzling 
smile flashed again. "Sexier than the one you just saw. It's a private 
little club I know. Think you can stand it?" 

Nancy mulled it over thoughtfully for a moment, her mind reflecting back on 
the rapid changes her life had undertaken within the past forty-eight hours; 
moving from Minnesota, discovering her daughter-in-law was nothing but a 
common tramp, and now ... now she was about to go to a dirty floor show with 
a man nearly young enough to be her son. "I can't stand it," she announced 
at last, "let me make a call first. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As Nancy's eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she began to make out the 
huddled forms of couples on couches in front and to the side of Johnny Kelly 
and herself. The darkness had emboldened them, and she could see some of the 
reclining figures embracing. In front of her, a man had wedged his hand in 
the cleavage of a toothsome blonde's fully ripened breasts. Nancy could see 
the man's fingers massaging the girl's nipples beneath the clinging material 
of her sweater. Then, she felt Johnny's hand on her own thigh, his fingers 
coursing teasingly up and down the length of exposed flesh between her knee 
and the hem of her skirt. The young mother reached down to pull his hand 
away, but her attention was suddenly deflected by a dim light appearing on 
the stage. Then, the curtain rose over the platform, and the footlights on 
the stage grew brighter, finally shining strong enough to disclose a bedroom 
setting. On a large bed on center stage a figure was moving. 

Gradually, Nancy distinguished the form of a young girl really not much more 
than a well-developed child dressed in a transparent negligee barely 
covering the large uplifting orbs of her breasts ... She couldn't have been 
a day over eighteen, Nancy thought; her hair was braided in pink ribbons and 
her face, reflected in a wall length mirror beside the bed, was glowing in 
the full flush of youth. A glass was pressed into Nancy's hand by her 
handsome young escort, and again she felt his hand touch her thigh. This 
time, with more certainty, she pulled away from him, and she felt his 
fingers slip to her knee, then flutter away. His arm brushed her shoulder 
and his forearm drew her closer to his chest. Again, the young mother's eyes 
were caught by the child on the stage. She had slipped to the side of the 
large bed and was cupping her face in her hands. 

Soft sobs came from the girl as she leaned sadly down on the edge of the 
mattress, her eyes welling with tears, and Nancy in her near-drunken state 
suddenly identified with the girl's loneliness. She felt tears straining her 
cheeks and realized a sympathetic chord was being struck by this child who 
seemed a reflection of a hidden part of herself. 

Slowly, the girl rose from the bed and began unbraiding her hair. She stood 
sideways in front of the full-length mirror admiring her voluptuous profile 
for a moment, then began combing out her long blonde hair, turning slightly 
to the side to obtain a full view of her smoothly curving body. From the 
right-hand section of the stage, the door to the girl's bedroom opened. A 
woman about Nancy's age with a short pixie haircut entered quietly and 
slipped onto the bed behind the girl. The woman was more slightly built, 
with applesized high-set breasts which would be seen in sharp outline as she 
sprawled across the bed. Her face seemed caught in rapt attention as she 
swept her eyes over the curvaceous profile of the teenager who, absorbed in 
combing her hair, still had not noticed the intruder. 

The young blonde began to undress, slipping the long gown slowly upward, 
exposing the gently tapered calves, then the full well-rounded thighs. Nancy 
could hear the sounds of delight coming from the males in the room as the 
pegnoir snaked its way over the girl's head and her budding young body 
emerged. The top of the gown fell to the floor and her lushly ripened 
breasts swung resiliently into freedom. They uplifted gently from her body 
in all their youthful firmness, and their erect little nipples stood out on 
the large white mounds like roses about to blossom. They swayed in the 
overhead light from the stage and cast a suggestive shadow on the carpeted 
floor. 

Nancy's grey eyes focused on the older woman on the bed. The girl seemed 
unaware of her presence, and the woman took advantage of this and began to 
disrobe. She was quickly out of her micro-mini, beneath which she wore 
nothing but a pair of flimsy transparent pink panties. The slender, almost 
boyish lines of her mature body contrasted with the youthful curves of the 
blonde, but it retained a lithe sensuality that was emphasized by her 
high-set breasts and her tight little buttocks. Nancy heard a lewd moan of 
hunger from some of the men around her as she drew her panties obscenely 
from her loins, squirming her buttocks as she slipped them down over her 
thighs and kicked them carelessly to the foot of the bed. She touched the 
nipple of her right breast with one finger while she stroked her moistly 
glistening vaginal slit with the other. Her burning eyes flickered obscenely 
up and down the girl's body; yet the teenager continued to admire her 
reflection in the mirror, still completely ignorant of the alien presence. 
Nancy tightened her hands into small fists and drew in a deep breath. Even 
the strip show she'd just witnessed was nothing like this. Both girls were 
totally naked, and the older woman on the bed was openly fingering her pussy 
while she fondled her breasts. Through the intoxicating haze of alcohol, the 
drama going on before them became as real as anything the young mother had 
ever witnessed ... with the possible exception of the antics of her 
daughter-in-law and the fat man earlier that afternoon. She found herself 
waiting suspensefully on the edge of the couch for the moment when the girl 
would notice the woman watching her. She could feel her own body twitch in 
sympathy with the woman who was finger-fucking herself, and she pressed her 
thighs tightly together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her 
breasts and worked its way slowly down to the sensuously throbbing point up 
between her legs. 

The little young blonde turned to the bed and let out a high-pitched cry 
when she saw the woman lewdly pistoning her finger in and out of her vaginal 
slit. The older female gestured for her to approach but the girl cringed 
away in fear. Then the woman rose from the bed and violently slapped the 
blonde on her nakedly rounded buttocks. The girl screamed. Again the woman 
smacked the flat of her hand against the girl's backside, this time letting 
her hand linger there for a teasing moment. The girl shuddered under her 
touch but did not make an effort to get away. She turned her head and looked 
at the naked older woman beside her. Her eyes rose from the boyish shape of 
the woman's waist to her smallish breasts. It all seemed so real. 

Nancy wondered how two women could play such parts unless they really felt 
like it. Never in her life had she felt a passion for another woman, but the 
strength of the scene evoked a strange kindling of lust inside her which she 
struggled against now. She nervously squirmed her buttocks and felt the edge 
of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vaginal 
lips. She jumped at the unexpected sensual contact it brought as her breath 
quickened. 

Johnny Kelly pressed a freshened glass of Pernod into her now-trembling 
hand. For a moment he faced her, and then shifted his concentration to the 
stage. Nancy drained the glass almost to the bottom, trying to cool some of 
the warmth the women's passion transmitted to her own love-starved body. But 
the potent liquid had the opposite effect. The warmth and stimulation 
crackling through the room was beginning to excite her hotly against her 
will. She slid down slightly against the cushion again, feeling the side of 
the cushion press her skirt and panties into her moistly throbbing cuntal 
crevice. She squirmed almost imperceptibly against it, working the corner of 
the cushion between the sensitive lips of her vagina, rocking her body back 
and forth as she watched the woman on stage slide her hand from the girl's 
softly rounded buttocks to the golden Vee between her legs. 

The girl mumbled something, then instantly arched her hips and began 
undulating them gently back and forth against the caressing fingers which 
were now slowly insinuating themselves into the narrow hair-lined pussy 
slit. Without moving her hand from the soft blonde pubic mound, the woman 
moved slowly backwards across the stage. The girl's mouth emitted soft mewls 
of pleasure as she followed the woman in a hypnotic trance until they stood 
at the edge of the bed. The large spotlight encircled the two figures, and 
the color of the lighting turned from yellow to brilliant gold. The two 
naked women faced each other like lovers. The older woman slowly lowered her 
head and planted a gentle kiss on each of the girl's ripely trembling 
breasts, and increased the speed of her finger circling obscenely against 
the tiny bud of her own clitoris. 

Nancy could feel the warm wetness spreading between her thighs, and she 
opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness 
brushed soothingly against her erect little clitoris through her sheer 
panties. Out of the corner of her eye she looked guiltily across the table 
at the man with the big-busted blonde. They were so engrossed that they 
hadn't noticed her odd behavior. She saw the man rummaging his hands beneath 
the blonde's sweater, massaging the full sensuous mounds in the gently 
squeezing palms of his hands, and this drove Nancy into an even more intense 
state of lustful arousal. The blonde's face was pressed lightly against the 
man's as she kissed his cheek, darting out her tongue salaciously to touch 
his mouth. 

Stretching out backwards against the rear cushions, yet careful not to break 
contact with the edge of the ridged cushion pressed between her warmly 
tingling thighs, Nancy let herself rest against Kelly's arm behind her; it 
felt strong and solid, and somehow reassuring. When his hand touched her 
breast, it, too, was welcome and went unnoticed for a moment. For a fleeting 
second it touched the bodice of her tight dress, then went away, and then 
returned again. I can at least let him do this, she thought. It won't hurt 
anything as long as I don't let him go farther ... even though it is a 
little like sitting here with Bob. 

A loud moan came from the stage, and Nancy's eyes switched back through the 
darkness to the brightly illuminated setting. The two women were lying 
sideways on the bed facing each other. All signs of struggle from the 
teenaged blonde had vanished, and her fingers were now sensuously stroking 
the narrow glistening opening of the older woman's vagina. The woman 
reciprocated with her own hand thrusting lewdly against the girl's eagerly 
undulating cunt, her head was down between the child's fully ripened breasts 
where she sucked on one nipple and then the other, changing positions at 
intervals as though she couldn't decide which quivering mound was more 
delicious than the other. 

Suddenly, the teenaged blonde shifted her weight and brought one knee up to 
the woman's thighs. She thrust it forward, pressing it against the woman's 
obscenely gyrating pubic mound. An agonized moan of lust rumbled from the 
older woman's chest. She splayed her legs and let the girl's knee rest 
against the wetly throbbing flanges of her pussy, and then both women were 
writhing wildly back and forth over each other. They tumbled down to the 
base of the bed, their nakedly entwined bodies squeezed tightly together. 
Suddenly they pulled apart and, with one hand affixed momentarily to the 
girl's frantically quivering breast, the boyishly built older woman slowly 
inched down the young girl's naked body until her face was pressed in the 
golden triangle of sparse pubic hair. Slowly, the trembling ivory columns of 
the girl's legs opened and the woman's face pushed downward, her tongue 
flicking out and into the nakedly exposed pussy. Nancy gasped in disbelief 
when the girl plunged her hand into the woman's short dark hair and pushed 
her hungry young cunt up against the tormenting tongue, then drew herself 
forward as the suspense continued to mount. She was aware of Johnny's hand 
making persistent contact with her breasts now, and as she pulled forward he 
squeezed them even tighter. His breath grew heavier and heavier and came 
faster and she was forced to look at him then, but as she turned her head, 
another low murmur from the spectators drew her eyes back to the stage. 

The door to the bedroom was flung open, and an angry middle-aged man dressed 
in a business suit entered. He threw a quick glance at the women so lewdly 
engaged in oral intercourse, and immediately unclasped his belt and drew it 
from his pants. His face took on an expression of fury as he gazed at the 
blonde girl wantonly writhing in front of him. Suddenly, the blonde gave a 
start and screamed in terror. Was she his daughter? Nancy wondered. Was the 
woman beside the girl supposed to be her mother? 

The woman, sensing the girl's alarm, loosened her grip on the teenager's 
undulating buttocks and lifted her wetly glistening face from the naked 
young pussy. She turned just as the man approached the bed. The belt slashed 
out like a whip, snapping in the air above the bed. An incoherent oath 
sputtered from the angry man's lips, and again the leather sliced smartly 
within a fraction of an inch from the blonde's fearfully cringing buttocks. 
Nancy knew she had to leave now to keep from going to pieces. But somehow 
the idea of the two girls caught making love, and the sight of the man 
standing sadistically over them fascinated her. She couldn't look away. She 
reached for her glass and found it empty. Johnny Kelly handed her his own 
glass, and she drank the liquid thankfully. His hand was pressing 
provocatively against the nipple on her left breast now, and she could feel 
pinpricks of delicious sensation racing through the tips of them as he 
rolled the tiny hardening bud through the flimsy cloth of her dress with his 
thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed against her ear, and 
then before she realized what was happening, he had locked his lips wetly 
against hers. She struggled to turn her face, but the pressure of his mouth 
was too much for her in her present state. I must stop now, she admonished 
herself. If it goes much further, I won't have any choice in the matter. 

It was Johnny who pulled away first, his attention riveted back onto the 
stage by a piercing groan. This time the man had struck the woman with his 
belt. The two nakedly cowering females looked fearfully at him as he 
unfastened his slacks and kicked them onto the floor. His shorts slipped off 
quickly, and his giant rigid cock immediately jutted out in the air. The 
blonde let out a gasp of fright and cowered behind the boyish-looking older 
woman, struggling to conceal her exposed secret parts from the man's 
hungering gaze. 

He sprang animal-like across the room, and in one swift movement hurled 
himself on the bed. Instantly, he was straddling the teenaged blonde girl's 
full swaying breasts and had thrust the head of his turgid cock against her 
parted lips. The woman fell to the side, and then drew closer to the man and 
the struggling young girl again. She had raised her fist, about to strike 
him, when he seized her wrist and pulled her down beside the girl. She 
fought vainly against him for a moment, her face grimaced in pain, then lay 
still. Still holding the woman's arm in one clenched fist, he swiveled his 
hips, pressing the obscenely pulsating head of his huge male organ against 
the lips of the blonde's mouth. Again he thrust! His hand released the 
woman's arm and slipped to the groaning girl's throat. Pushing her neck up 
so that her mouth was directly in front of his hardness, he flicked his hips 
once more, and the girl's wetly parted lips gave some more. Although she was 
no longer restrained, the woman beside them lay silent. Her gleaming eyes 
stared across the girl's splayed out torso to the huge bloated rod of flesh 
extending lewdly from the man's hairy loins. 

Nancy's thighs began to tremble. She felt the warm moistness up between her 
legs pulsating eagerly in anticipation of the impending ravishment of the 
helpless young girl's mouth. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge 
forcing the tight elastic leg band of her panties deeper into the split of 
her cunt. Johnny Kelly's hand had somehow parted the front of her bodice, 
and now his fingers played over the soft fullness of her breasts, prodding 
and tugging at the tight covering of her dress until his entire hand was 
cupping her aroused naked flesh. Almost immediately his thumb and forefinger 
came into warm contact with the sensitively throbbing nipple of her right 
breast, and he tweaked and twirled the erect little bud in a maddening 
circle. Below, she could feel tiny throbs of pleasure pulsing in the nerve 
center of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the 
forbidden sensations that were flickering obscenely up between her thighs. 

Back on the stage the man had lunged forward again, pushing the huge 
blood-filled cockhead inside the girl's wetly parted lips. Nancy gasped at 
the obscene sight of the thick fleshy shaft stuck so lewdly just inside the 
girl's mouth. She watched the woman lying next to the defenseless young girl 
and the man and felt a twinge of strange sympathy for her because she was 
fingering herself forlornly as she watched the man tangle his hands in the 
girl's hair and force her to begin a gentle sucking motion on his cock. God, 
so that's what it's like, Nancy's mind reeled. I didn't know your cheeks 
hollowed and expanded like that! 

Now, the slender older woman reached up and with one hand cradled the man's 
sperm heavy swaying balls in her kneading fingers, while the other hand 
moved to the erect nipple of the naked young girl's left breast beneath the 
man's straining thighs. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling 
from between the girl's tightly ovaled lips as he drew his penis back; they 
disappeared back inside her mouth when he thrust his hips obscenely forward, 
driving his lust-thickened prick into her warm wet cavern again. He began a 
rhythmic sawing motion, never quite drawing it outside all the way but 
leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. The girl slowly 
warmed to the task as her glance fell on the older woman holding the man's 
testicles. In sympathy, the young blonde's hand dropped to caress her 
friend's small firm breasts. 

Like a surrealistic dream, the figures on the stage were reaching a 
crescendo of obscene excitement. The man had increased the speed of his 
thrusts into the girl's hotly sucking mouth. The woman lying beside them was 
pulling up and kneeling above the tangled blonde hair so that the man could 
run his tongue against her wetly glistening vaginal lips at the same time as 
he obscenely sawed his cock into the young woman's mouth. The girl stared 
vacandy into the widespread crevice of the older woman's legs while she 
continued sucking eagerly on the thick massively hardened penis. With each 
thrust he made, a wet sluicing sound erupted from the stage, for the man's 
tongue was snaking into the hair-lined pussy lips in front of his face in a 
rhythmic counterpoint to the lewd smack of his loins against the young 
girl's face. 

Nancy's head reeled in confusion; her breath was coming in tight gasps, and 
the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with 
each moment she watched the girl being ravished. Her alcohol-stimulated body 
was beginning to perspire in the hot closeness of the room, and her dress 
felt moist from the sweat trickling down her abdomen. She felt Johnny 
Kelly's hand squeeze tighter against her nakedly quivering breast, slipping 
his fingers from one erect little nipple to the other as if they were his 
private playthings. 

This has just got to stop! the young mother's heart pounded. I'm not a whore 
like Judy! She wanted to stand up and scream, but she knew it would be 
ridiculous to throw a scene in front of everyone. She bit down hard on her 
lower lip to keep back the frustration that was building in her chest, 
building in her belly. 

The three fondling bodies were bouncing lewdly back and forth on the 
mattress in an insane fury. The kneeling woman's pelvis gyrated hard into 
the man's face in blind sacrifice to his rapidly licking tongue, while he 
continued battering his long hard cock deep into the girl's throat. The 
woman's tight girlish buttocks were churning smoothly in the air as she 
greedily pressed the naked mound of her cunt against the man's tongue. She 
gazed down from time to time to glance at the teenaged girl sucking hungrily 
beneath her. A tiny rivulet of saliva, mixed with seminal fluid, trickled 
down the side of the blonde's mouth when she hollowed her cheeks, attempting 
to swallow the entire length of his madly throbbing cock into her throat. 

Now, she thrust her neck hard against the mattress, as though the wildly 
plundering penis had forced it back against her will. The man's hand reached 
up and seized the older woman's tightly clenched buttocks. His tongue swiped 
up from the opening of her vaginal passage to lick tantalizingly at her 
clitoris while his hand pressed in through the fleshy ass cheeks, seeking 
the tiny puckered orifice of her anus. After another prolonged moment of 
oral fucking at her enflamed squirming pussy, he thrust his outstretched 
middle finger into the woman's defensively cringed anus. Her slim, boyish 
body stiffened, her face contorted painfully ... and then, her features 
softened into an expression of pleasure. 

The small ivory spheres of her buttocks quickened their movement, and began 
rotating furiously back and forth and up and down in front of the man's head 
while below, the girl began drawing her lips with greater suction around the 
long thick shaft. She sucked at the still lengthening cock with a fury that 
seemed inhuman to the almost mesmerized Nancy. 

The teenage blonde's eyes rolled in her head and her cheeks expanded 
over-sized on the instroke as though the enormous blood-filled cock was 
lodged hotly against the inner walls of her cheeks and was pushing them 
outward. One of the young blondes little hands swept up from her sides to 
cradle the man's ballooning balls and knead them sensually in her fingers, 
while her other hand sought her own blonde-haired vaginal mound and began 
thrusting her fingers madly into her insufferably heated cunt. Her hips 
raised blindly off the mattress and rotated in tight ovals in rhythmic time 
to the thick pistoning cock fucking into her mouth. 

Nancy squirmed down hard against the seat as Johnny Kelly dropped his other 
hand to her bared knee and slipped it up toward the fullness of her thigh. 
She had frozen momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect like 
over her sensitive flesh. She felt his hand sliding for a second over her 
nylon stockings, then it was tugging and pushing at the hem of her skirt. 
His fingers darted halfway up to her panties before she had a chance to drop 
her hand to stop him. They fought a silent, one-sided battle up there 
beneath her dress as she seized the young M. C.'s wrist, attempting to keep 
his fingers where they were on her naked upper thigh, but his greater 
strength gradually forced her fingers apart and upward. She should scream 
now, she thought, but it would do no good. Johnny's hand was dangerously 
close to the thin silk of her panties, and it felt deliciously good playing 
erotically against the nakedly warm flesh above her hosiery. It rested, not 
moving, and she became barely conscious of its pressure. Her eyes drifted 
back to the salacious coupling on the stage. She pressed harder against the 
cushion, knowing Johnny would think she was trying to escape his fingers and 
did not suspect that secretly she was pressing the ridge of the cushion into 
her hotly throbbing cuntal fissure. 

Her cuntal juices seeped hotly from the hole up between her legs now, and 
she wondered if he, too, sensed it. It felt warm and tingling sliding down 
the crevice between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down 
harder and felt the almost unbearable pleasure building there. Again the 
tantalizing fingers moved upward, and then once more. She gripped him 
reluctantly around the wrist. Only a few scant inches separated his 
fingertips from the saturated cloth of her panties ... and then her hand 
loosened its grip on his wrist! 

Suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Johnny was touching her just below the 
nylon that was wet from her vaginal secretions, and a lascivious tingle of 
wantonness feathered softly through her enflamed seeping pussy and down 
across her quivering thighs. This has got to stop! Oh God, I've got to stop 
him before I lose control of myself! But, God forgive me ... it feels so 
good! 

The three figures were writhing crazily now, building towards their 
inevitable release. The teenage blonde sucked shamelessly on the man's thick 
wetly glistening penis while the older woman punched her pussy with 
increased fury against the man's licking tongue. Suddenly, the woman arched 
her pelvis, moaned, and began thrusting herself furiously against the man's 
working mouth. And, nearly simultaneously, a low coarse groan came from the 
man's throat. His torso stiffened as he shoved the entire length of his 
wildly jerking cock into the young girl's sucking mouth. 

The lights dimmed and Nancy heard a murmur of expectancy rush through the 
crowd. The couple to the other side of her appeared in a state of wild 
arousal. She could make out a woman kneeling over the reclining form of a 
man with her head bobbing lewdly up and down over his cock which appeared 
and disappeared between her tightly ovaled lips. Suddenly, there was a deep 
gasp from the other side of her and Nancy shifted her eyes to the man with 
the big-busted blonde to her right. The girl's breath was coming at short 
intervals, and she had lifted her hips up off the couch to afford the man 
access to her steadily rocking pussy. She could see the girl's fingers 
holding something long and crimson. The inebriated young mother jerked when 
she recognized the turgid head of the man's penis throbbing between the 
girl's tightly grasping fingers ... the girl was massaging his foreskin back 
and forth while he wormed his fingers obscenely up into her widespread 
vagina! 

On stage, the two women and the man had reached the point of total release, 
and a powerful choking spasm shook the young blonde's body as the man's face 
contorted brutally, and he rammed his massive penis in even further into her 
wetly ovaled lips. As she voraciously sucked on the lust-inflated penis, the 
young blonde girl twirled her hand in a wildly erotic movement over her own 
vagina, sliding fingers over the hair-lined wet fissure to plunge 
desperately into the glistening hole of her pussy, then slipping upward to 
stroke the miniature erection of her clitoris again. The older woman 
kneeling above the girl thrust the slimness of her hips closer to the man's 
face as though to bury her pubic mound, drenched with vaginal secretions, 
inside the man's obscenely licking mouth. 

Nancy could see the small white-skinned breasts of the older woman jiggling 
lewdly, the taut little nipples more erect than ever as he licked his tongue 
down the swollen flanges of her cunt to probe into her vaginal opening. The 
man was tonguing into her wildly pumping cunt in obscene time to the rhythm 
of the blonde's lewd ministrations at the rubbery hardness of his cock. 
Then, suddenly, the three lewdly coupled bodies froze, captured by the glare 
of the spotlight and the scores of eyes focused on them as they collapsed 
with a loud mutual groan. 

Nancy could see the base of the man's cock, massive and pulsating, just 
below the pinkness of the blonde girl's tightly compressed lips, lewdly 
jutting like a pile-driver into her mouth and pushing the inner pinkness of 
her lips open. His sperm-bloated balls lay momentarily against her small 
moist chin, and even as Nancy stared in stunned disbelief, she saw the 
white-hot cum bubbling from the girl's lips around the penis gurgling out to 
drip across her chin and run in a silver rivulet down across her neck to her 
proud young breasts. Both females were writhing in what obviously was the 
throes of sexual ecstasy as they orgasmed along with the naked man. 

The young mother, in a state of near shock at what she had just seen on the 
stage, fell back against Johnny Kelly's shoulder. She watched as the man on 
the stage sent the last scalding bursts of his erupted semen into the blonde 
teenager's mouth, and then she turned slowly to her handsome young escort in 
utter awe. In the distance, she could hear the two women uttering their last 
shrill cries of climax. 

Around the room, sounds of couples engaged in lovemaking formed a lascivious 
backdrop to the lewd performance on the stage. Nancy no longer had the will 
or inclination to struggle against Johnny's fingers working so pleasurably 
beneath her panties. She saw the curtain close slowly, leaving the depraved 
scene the three nakedly exhausted figures layered on top of one another 
still undulating in the afterglow of orgasm imprinted deeply on the minds of 
the breathless crowd. The room was filled with the warm air of excited 
breathing that had accompanied the passion inciting exhibition. 

Everyone present had felt the sensations of lust emanating from the three at 
that final climax including the wantonly aroused Nancy Greenwell. It was 
with relief and regret that she felt Kelly's outstretched finger slip from 
her hotly pulsing vagina and his hand slide from beneath her. She was so 
close to her own orgasm that within a few more moments when would have been 
just as helpless a victim of lust as the young girl subjugated to the 
depraved will of the lesbian and the man on the stage. 

In spite of her confusion, Nancy managed to arrange her clothing and comb 
back her hair to produce the impression at least momentarily that nothing 
had gone wrong. She felt the warm wetness beneath her trembling thighs as 
she lifted herself off the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks. 
She faced away from Johnny Kelly as he straightened his tie and brushed out 
the crease in his jacket. She couldn't look at him after the lewd thing he 
had done to her a few moments before. She had never felt so humiliated and 
ashamed in her life and could not understand how that big-breasted blonde 
could stand there so calmly after letting that man do the things he did to 
her while the lights were down. Then, remembering her own uncontrollable 
lust as Johnny's fingers played over her erotically quivering thighs, she 
realized that anything was possible. In fact, Nancy felt, it was a much 
worse thing for her to have done than the blonde since, for one thing, she 
was nearly old enough to be Johnny's mother, even if she didn't look it! 

"Looks like you could use a little cooling off," Kelly said, turning toward 
her. "Why don't we go back to my place and have a drink? ... Jim and Cherry 
will be dropping by later for a nightcap; we can make a real foursome out of 
it." 

Nancy looked at the young M. C. incredulously, then found herself returning 
his enthusiastically infectious smile with one of her own. "Sure," she 
shrugged, "why not?" Closing the distance that separated them in three long 
strides, Bob Greenwell took his pregnant young wife in his arms and crushed 
her tightly against him. "Who was that on the phone, darling?" she protested 
teasingly. "Mom," he returned. "She said she was downtown looking things 
over and thought she'd take in a movie." 

"That's all?" 

"That's all, baby." Judy breathed a small sigh of relief as Bob kissed her 
passionately, hotly, his tongue probing deeply between her succulent 
peach-glossed lips. So far, so good, she thought. For a minute there I 
thought Nancy was going to spill her sexy guts before I had a chance to 
wield my wiles! 

"I'm glad Mom called," Bob breathed hotly into the shell of Judy's ear as he 
broke their kiss. "It'll give me a chance to make up for the other night." 

Judy, still fresh from her shower, snuggled still closer so that Bob could 
feel the spiked out points of her well-sucked nipples through the 
whisper-thin material of her pegnoir. "Bob," she sighed, "darling ... I'm 
the one who has the making up to do." 

"You! ... hey c'mon, Judy, I was the one who couldn't " 

"I'm not talking about the other night, darling," she cooed, interrupting. 
"What, then?" 

"Fix us a drink and I'll tell you, darling ... And bring them to the 
bedroom." 

When Bob returned to the bedroom with a pair of Rusty Nails he'd whipped up 
hurriedly in the tiny kitchen, he found Judy sitting on the edge of the bed 
with her pegnoir off, the light of the bedside lamp playing across her 
gently uplifted breasts beneath her matching transparent brassiere. Fuck, 
what a pair, he mused as he pressed her drink into her tiny trembling hand, 
and all his, too! 

His eyes lowered to the enticingly rounded, ivory sheened hips that led to 
the delicious sweep of her thighs. Up between her outstretched legs he could 
see, through the soft pubic hair covering her pussy, the fleshy pinkness of 
her vaginal slit glistening wetly. God, even pregnant she was the sexiest 
broad in Oakland! Still, it was obvious that something was bothering her; 
she was shaking like a leaf and her deep blue eyes were full and glassy ... 
as if she'd been crying. 

He sat down beside her then, his muscular young arm encircling her narrow 
shoulders protectively. "What's wrong, baby," he soothed, placing a finger 
beneath her chin and turning her face towards him. "Is it the job? Listen, I 
got a lead on a warehouseman's job at a winery in Mendocino; thought I'd run 
out there tomorrow and see about it ... Sounds good?" 

"Oh, Bob," Judy sobbed expertly. "I'm so ashamed!" 

"About what?" Bob tightened his grip. "I-I didn't have a doctor's 
appointment today, Bob ... I went out and got myself laid!" 

"You what?" Bob stammered incredulously. "I went out and got fucked, Bob ... 
And I loved every minute of it!" She was almost defiant now in her desperate 
need to "come clean" about her infidelity. "I'm sick, Bob ... I need help 
... All a guy has to do is pull his penis out of his pants and I'll do 
anything he asks me to!" 

"Sweet fucking Jesus," the young husband choked, "you really mean it, don't 
you, Judy!" 

"Oh, Bob ... C-Can you ever forgive me?" 

Bob felt the bile rise in his throat and he chased it down quickly with half 
a Rusty Nail. Good Christ, what a predicament this is! he reflected in 
tortured silence. And yet, oddly, the mixture of her near nakedness and her 
blatant confession caused his prick to jerk traitorously in his slacks. 
"Who, Judy?" he managed at length. "W-Who'd you do it with?" 

Judy Greenwell, ever the expert young actress, turned again to her husband 
and buried her face against his shoulder, more to hide the beginnings of a 
small smile than a gesture of sincere remorse. "It was ... It was Gerald 
Dearing," she sobbed. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry____" Inexplicably, the 
thought of his beautiful pregnant bride riding the long fat cock of her 
lecherous former employer caused the young husband to come to full erection. 
"D-Did you like it?" he stammered. 

"I loved it," she sobbed. "Oh God, he's hung like a gorse and he made me get 
down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me dog-style and ... and, 
forgive me, darling, it was wonderful!" 

"I-I guess you couldn't help yourself, Judy," Bob offered generously. He 
supposed he should be angry maybe even go down to The Silver Goose and punch 
Gerald Dearing's fat face in but he couldn't ... not yet ... Sweet Jesus, 
the whole bizarre situation was turning him on like nothing had before! 
"T-Tell me about it, Judy," he encouraged her, tossing down the rest of his 
drink. "Tell me milling!" 

Judy's small smile broadened into an open grin against her husband's shirt 
collar as, casually, she let her long-fingered right hand drop to the 
prominent bulge in his trousers. "Oh, darling," she gushed in mock surprise, 
"you have an erection! ... D-Did I turn you on?" 

Suddenly, Bob raised her face to his again, kissing her hard as he forced 
her back on the bed. Instantly, his fingers were probing the still-creamy 
depths of her well-fucked cunt as he found himself whispering hotly, "You 
little slut, you knew damn well you'd turn me on with a story like that, 
didn't you!" 

"Yes," she cooed, "but it's not a story; I really did screw Gerald, and I 
really loved it, too ... But then, I knew you'd understand, 'cause your feet 
are made of clay, too ... And that's why I love you." 

"What do you mean, my 'feet are made of clay'?" Bob queried playfully as he 
reached for Judy's bra straps. 

"I'm talking about your mother, dummy," Judy parried. "I saw the way you 
were looking at her chest at the dinner table last night." 

"Hey, c'mon, Judy!" Bob protested, his cheeks flushing hotly. "I was just 
admiring her sweater." 

"She wasn't wearing a sweater, and you know it, you awful horny-person ... 
Your eyes never got past her cleavage!" 

It took only a moment for Bob to sit up and pull off his clothes. He dropped 
his shirt, trousers, and shorts in a heap on the floor and then lay back 
down on the bed beside her. Judy raised herself up on one elbow and looked 
down at his massively pulsating penis standing out in rigid erection over 
his flat belly. 

"MMMmmm!" she piped, lowering her eyes down its long thick length. "It looks 
bigger tonight, for some reason stiffer and thicker, too! Why I think I'm 
going to kiss it ... or suck it!" 

Her burning gaze swept from the throbbing cock-head down to his cum-filled 
balls cradled between his muscular thighs. Suddenly, she leaned forward and 
wrapped her fingers tightly around the rigid shaft of hot male flesh. Bob 
groaned, heaving his weight toward her. 

Laughing, Judy released her hold on her husband's cock and rolled nakedly to 
one side of the bed. "Do you want to suck it, or not, Judy!" he spat 
impatiently. "Let me hear what you'd like to do to your mother first!" she 
teased, wrinkling her pert little nose at him. "Jesus!" he blustered. "You 
get me all heated up and ready to fuck you in the mouth, and look at 
yourself ... You're just a goddamn cock-teaser!" 

"If you'd really like to fuck her, maybe I can help," she said, squirming 
seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed. "After all, I am a 
woman." 

"Good Christ, Judy, Mom's not like that!" 

"You wanna bet?" Judy countered, seductively rolling back to grasp his 
ceiling-pointed cock. "With boobs like hers, and that 'little-boy' ass ... 
don't make me laugh!" She scooted closer then, brushing a wandering strand 
of sunburst hair from her mischievous blue eyes as she bent down to give the 
leaking purple head of his cock a preliminary kiss. "I'll bet you a buck 
she's not at the movies right now, either ... I'll bet she went out and got 
herself picked up by some handsome young stud with a huge cock!" 

"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Bob squirmed beneath Judy's lathing 
tongue. "Alright, I'll tell you what I'd like to do to that cow-titted 
mother of mine ... First, I'd like to screw her between those big white 
breasts of hers, then maybe make her get down on her hands and knees 
and...." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

With some misgivings, Nancy followed Johnny Kelly up to his sumptuous 
second-story Bayside digs. Jim, the bartender she'd met earlier at the club, 
and Cherry, a beautiful black girl and one of the strippers at the lounge, 
were waiting by the pool for them and they entered as a foursome. 

"Well, this is it," Johnny announced proudly, helping the voluptuous 
dark-haired mother off with her coat. "What do you think of it?" 

"It's nice," Nancy commented appreciatively as she stepped down from the 
foyer into the sunken living room with its enormous free-standing fireplace. 
"Really nice!" 

In a few minutes, Jim and Cherry were already seated behind a coffee table 
in front of a king-sized bed "Too big to fit in the bedroom," Johnny 
explained while in front of them stood a bottle of Black-and-White Scotch 
and an ice bucket. Soft seductive music played from the paneled box of a 
stereo beside a small bar to one side of the room. It all looked very 
seductive particularly the mirrored ceiling and wall behind the enormous 
bed! 

Nancy sat down beside Johnny on the couch while Jim, ever the bartender, 
poured out the drinks. "We'll only be with you for a short while," he 
slurred. "We've got some unfinished business that needs attending to!" 

Cherry ran her well-manicured nails through his shaggy gray-streaked brown 
hair. "I'm glad you weren't so crude about it, sugar," she purred huskily at 
him. Then, looking languidly across at Nancy, "He usually makes a reference 
to his manhood, and that I can't stand!" 

"Ya'll mean you don't like the size of it," he mocked her sultry Southern 
inflection. "Or, is it just too hard for ya'll?" 

Cherry let out a lewdly assertive laugh. "There he goes. Don' need much 
encouragement, do he?" Nancy sipped nervously at her drink. She could still 
feel the effects of the Pernod and the Peach Brandies they had consumed 
earlier, but in her state of mind she welcomed the refreshing taste of the 
Scotch. Still, she was having second thoughts about staying, lessened only 
superficially by Kelly's reassuring arm around her shoulders. 

Cherry was apparently pleased with the way things were working out, and made 
soft cooing noises against Jim's shoulder as the bartender squirmed closer 
to the statuesque black stripper who was nearly young enough to be his 
daughter. Nancy wondered whether the whole evening hadn't been planned 
around her own seduction. She recalled the Pernod Johnny had given her and 
the sequence of events began to form a disturbing pattern in her mind. 

Kelly reached behind the coffee table and turned up the sound of the stereo. 
The deep, resonant voice of Brook Benton resounded from the dual stereo 
speakers across the room. It was strange how a few senseless words of 
unrequited love from a popular tune could have all kinds of meanings for a 
person, Nancy thought Those few words reverberated in her mind, bringing 
back memories of lovemaking with Bill during the first months of their 
marriage, so long ago. Yet, even now, she could picture him wandering down a 
street in Minneapolis with one of those little hussies he used to step out 
with. 

The girl would be pretty, right enough, and she would rest her hand lightly 
on Bill's arm. He would buy her a drink and ... and in a few minutes they 
would be dancing, just as Jim and Cherry were dancing in front of her right 
now! 

"Feeling down, gorgeous?" Johnny queried abruptly. "You look like someone 
just shot your hamster!" 

"I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand back there. That's ... 
That's the first time any man other than my husband has touched me. I-I 
don't know what happened." 

"It was pretty exciting, you've got to admit," Kelly laughed. "It just shows 
you're human, Nancy ... A girl'd have to be made out of Silly-Putty to 
resist an act like that!" 

Nancy laughed in spite of her heartfelt guilt. It was nice talking to 
Johnny; he seemed to understand her more than the others, and she began to 
relax for the first time since they'd arrived at his apartment. Even though 
the young M. C. had caressed her up between her thighs earlier, she supposed 
he was like any other man trying to take advantage of his date for the 
evening. He seemed more like a handsome young nephew than someone she had to 
fear. 

She finished her drink, and Johnny rose from the couch and went to the small 
bar to get another bottle of Scotch and returned to his seat on the couch, 
making no move toward her. They talked at random for a few minutes, making 
joking comments on how tight Jim was holding the young black stripper. Then, 
Nancy became engrossed in watching the couple and hardly noticed when her 
handsome young escort excused himself to go to the bathroom. As she listened 
to the music, the young mother couldn't help noticing how close Jim was 
thrusting his body against Cherry's. She watched as the older man pressed 
the leanness of his hips into the young negress's pelvis and held his body 
there for a moment, gyrating his buttocks smoothly back and forth and 
sliding one hand down to squeeze suggestively at her full rounded ass cheeks 
Cherry wrapped both her arms around his waist and was pressing firmly on the 
small of his back with the palms of her tiny hands. Nancy felt a ripple of 
sensation race through the tender area up between her legs. She felt 
strange, looking at the intimately dancing couple from this distance without 
so much as a shrug of embarrassment coming from them. As the bartender 
shifted slightly away from his girlfriend, Nancy could see the elongated 
line of his bulging cock pressing through his slacks. It looked huge, almost 
as though it could burst his fly in all its awesome stiffness! 

The bulge pressed hard against Cherry's slacks, touching, Nancy thought, 
where the black girl's clitoris must be. She brought her drink to her lips 
and sipped, trying to dull the growing excitement throbbing up between her 
thighs. One of Cherry's long-nailed hands rode from the roundness of Jim's 
rock-hard buttocks to the angle of his hip bone. He shifted his weight 
towards her, and she slid her hand down the front of his pants, coming to 
rest on the bulge. 

Nancy watched as Cherry began a slow tantalizing up-and-down movement over 
the cock pressing out from beneath Jim's slacks. He made a perceptible 
rocking motion, arching up on the balls of his feet so that the length of 
his penis lay aslant the clasping palm of her hand. And then, suddenly, 
Cherry gripped the clasp of the bartender's fly and pulled down the zipper. 
With knowing fingers, she wormed her hand inside the bartender's slacks, 
gripped his massively hardened penis, and pulled it out into the open air of 
the room where it reared up long and hard between her fingers. His warmly 
throbbing cock lurched involuntarily into Cherry's hand as she clasped her 
fingers around its thickness, massaging the fleshy foreskin in smooth jerks 
until it was pressing hotly against her abdomen. 

"Oh sugar, he's so hard!" Cherry laughed as though totally oblivious to 
Nancy's presence. "Not as hard as it's going to be when I screw the shit out 
of you with it," Jim bellowed suddenly. 

Across the room from them, Nancy was no longer capable of containing the 
excitement tingling in her wetly pulsating vagina. If she waited a moment 
longer, Johnny would be back ... and confronting him with Jim and Cherry the 
way they were now might have tragic consequences! Still, the same caution 
that had kept her silent in the club restrained her from calling attention 
to herself now; she tried not to look at the couple, concentrating as much 
as she could on the soft music coming from the stereo. The lewd couple 
leaned forward and opened their mouths against each other in a deep soul 
kiss. In spite of herself, Nancy's eyes flickered down the long thick rod 
clasped nakedly in the black girl's hand. She could make out the one small 
pearl of warm male lubricant on the blood-inflated head of his cock as the 
black girl's fingers slid from the underside of his erect penis and lewdly 
circled around the tip to probe against the tiny slit at the end. His hands 
slipped from her smoothly curving buttocks to the side zipper of her slacks. 
Then, the young mother could see him working the zipper down and tugging at 
the waistband of her slacks while the lusty negress undulated her hips, 
wriggling loose from the clinging material. The slacks slipped smoothly down 
her firm full thighs, falling to her ankles, when she neatly stepped out of 
them. 

"My God," Nancy said involuntarily, the shock of what she was viewing 
bringing her back to reality. She stood up, grabbing her purse, and headed 
for the door just as Kelly reentered. 

"Leaving so early, gorgeous?" he questioned. "Just when the party's 
starting?" 

"This is too much!" Nancy choked in exasperation. "I've had about all I can 
stand for one day!" Suddenly, Kelly smiled and pressed his hand against her 
shoulder, guiding her smoothly backwards to the couch. "Hey, baby," he 
soothed, "nobody's gonna hurt you!" 

Beneath Nancy's protesting plea was a strong desire to stay ... to unburden 
herself of the feelings of growing rage against her daughter-in-law ... and 
so, her protests stilled by her own uncertainty, she ended up back on the 
sofa ... and regretted it immediately! 

She looked up to see Jim kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants. 
Cherry sat on the bed, gazing appreciatively at him ... it was almost as 
though the two of them were alone! "Will you please show me the way to get 
out of here?" Nancy whispered harshly. Kelly crossed his arms stubbornly 
across his chest and stared at her coolly. "Stick around, lady," he said. 
"You might just learn something!" 

"I think I've learned enough for one evening," she returned. Then, she 
looked up at the almost naked form of the stripper seated before her on the 
bed. Cherry's blue-black hair fell softly down her back and curled over her 
shoulders, touching the twin, high-set moons of her breasts. Beneath the 
transparency of her brassiere, the slight rise of her nipples could be seen, 
a gentle brown beneath the flimsy white cloth. Jim, his demandingly 
throbbing cock standing erect against the tightly coiled hairs of his belly, 
slid across the side of the bed to her. "Now, I've definitely got to go!" 
Nancy choked and stood up from the couch. 

She lurched backward when she felt Kelly's hand curl brutally around her 
shoulder, pulling her onto the sofa beside him again. "Oh please! ... Now, 
this is enough, let me go!" she beat her hands against his chest as he 
pulled her roughly against him. She felt her nipples unexpectedly stiffen 
when he pressed his lips against her own and splurged his tongue into her 
mouth. She tried to close her mouth to shut off the brutal invasion, but the 
will of her body fought against her conscience, and her lips began to open, 
her tongue fluttering lewdly against the tip of his tongue as it plunged 
deeply inward. 

"Look, gorgeous," Johnny said, breaking contact with her mouth, "you just 
stay here and watch awhile ... You're a big girl now ... You can handle it!" 

Nancy looked warily into his face, searching for reassurance, the 
uncertainty of her own emotion paralyzing her. Then, turning to the bed 
again, she started when she saw Cherry now lying spread-eagled at its 
center, completely naked. Her head was rolling back and forth on the 
mattress, her beautiful young face contorted in ecstasy. 

Jim was kneeling between her widespread legs, running his lips and tongue 
moistly up and down her voluptuously writhing body. Nancy bolted forward, 
but Kelly's fingers on her shoulder pulled her body back to him. She 
couldn't move! Johnny's restraining arm and the lewd spectacle of the black 
girl lying naked before Jim's crouching figure immobilized her. She tried to 
blot out the obscene picture but she couldn't. She had to look the salacious 
scene was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled to watch a strange man toying 
with the nakedly squirming body of a bewitchingly beautiful young black 
woman. 

Nancy reached quickly forward and retrieved her drink, welcoming the 
sensation of it burning into her stomach and immediately surging into her 
blood stream. The alcohol she had consumed throughout the evening almost at 
once was reinforced and took effect again, as though the sip of Black and 
White Scotch had rekindled something inside her. Her head lightened. Her 
fingertips tingled and felt warm, and the nipples of her gently uplifting 
breasts stiffened as her eyes swept back to the black girl's beautiful body. 

Cherry really was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture 
at the enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. Even 
held here in Johnny Kelly's restraining arm, Nancy could appreciate the lush 
curves of the woman's proud black breasts and the tight arc of her buttocks 
pressing provocatively on the mattress beneath ... and for a moment, the 
alcohol-dazed young mother forgot she was being kept here against her will 
to watch the stripper's ravishment. Adding to her depraved excitement, was 
the fact that Cherry was actually bold enough to let her date do such a lewd 
thing in front of others! 

Jim, the bartender, was grinning obscenely as he placed himself in position 
over the naked negress' rapidly rising and falling body, his face hanging 
within inches of the kinky curling hair that covered her pubic mound below. 
His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach, and his 
thumbs massaged for a moment, then pulled outward slowly, parting the 
hair-lined cuntal lips to expose her moist contrasting pink vaginal slit. 
The dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible throbbing into hardness 
just above the stretched elastic opening to her pussy. 

Jim's head fell, his face plunging down to the naked Vee between her legs, 
his tongue slipping from his mouth to lick tantalizingly at the trembling 
bud of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Cherry's body spasmed, and, 
momentarily, her thighs jerked together in rapture, ensheathing her 
boyfriend's head. Her buttocks began a gentle up and down movement on the 
mattress, reaching up to thrust the wetly glistening slit of her pussy 
against his face. Jim grasped both her legs and splayed them wide apart, his 
head nestling down into the angle of them, his mouth and teeth claiming the 
soft velvety flesh of her inner thighs as he pulled his tongue from her 
pussy and began licking and biting her defenselessly upraised buttocks. 

Nancy's mouth fell open in disbelief as she watched Cherry twisting so 
lustfully at the depraved sucking of her loins. Her confusion mounted as she 
watched the two figures lewdly writhing on the bed in front of her. Was this 
real or a figment of her intoxicated imagination? She couldn't fathom her 
state of mind, nor could she understand why she was responding so physically 
to the scene on the bed! She felt almost a part of it, and yet distantly 
removed from everything, as though she were actually off to one side 
watching herself reacting to the lewd act of oral love between another 
unmarried couple. 

Nancy's own body began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Cherry's as 
the black stripper's nakedly groveling body squirmed in obscene surrender to 
the nerve-shattering licking of the lips and mouth glued to her pussy. 
Alongside her, she felt Johnny Kelly guiding her hand down over his trousers 
until it was resting on the belt of his slacks. His other arm extended 
around her back and touched at the sensitive underside of her right breast; 
the reverberations of sensations from his softly caressing fingers 
distracted her from the salacious pressure of his fingers against her hand 
on his belt ... and then the metallic sound of his zipper being pulled down 
echoed obscenely through her consciousness. 

"Go ahead, touch it ... it won't hurt you," the young M. C. hissed lewdly in 
her ear. 

The sight of Kelly's massively hardened penis jutting out from the coarse 
black pubic hairs around its thick base stunned the beautiful brunette 
mother. The tiny slit at the end of the bulbous cock-head seemed to peer up 
at her, its droplet of clear lubricant gleaming like a pearl in an oyster. 
Slowly, he drew her hand down from his belt buckle to the excitedly 
pulsating cock; she offered only token resistance, drawn as much through her 
own arousal as by the strength of his hand. As her fingertips made their 
first heated contact, she drew in her breath. 

"I can't, please, please, don't make me do this, Johnny," she pleaded, not 
removing her eyes from the eagerly throbbing penis. 

Kelly's other arm began massaging and cupping her ripely quivering breast in 
a teasing circle, causing her to squirm her buttocks down into the cushion 
of the couch. She fought a double battle now between one hand holding her 
fingers closely against the rigidly heated length of his cock, and the other 
that was kneading the sensitive mounds on her chest. Small warning spasms of 
pleasure radiated warmly down from her breasts into her tightly clenched 
thighs, bringing renewed moisture to the silk panties that pressed into 
Nancy's hotly pulsing cuntal crevice. 

Something inside the young mother's mind seemed to snap, leaving her will 
shattered and left nothing but a desire to be fulfilled, a wanting she'd had 
all evening long. Slowly, she unclenched her fingers and gently wound them 
around the thick rubbery shaft. 

She did it as Bill had taught her after they had married, holding it below 
the head and jerking the foreskin up and down gently, but this was different 
than pulling on her husband's cock ... Johnny's was at least two inches 
longer and a half an inch thicker! Indeed, she had difficulty fitting her 
small hand around it without straining her fingers. 

Gradually, she fell into an easy motion, sliding her hand up and down his 
long hardness, feeling an answering throb from the organ as she drew her 
fingers up against the vein below its lust-swollen head. Then, without 
volition, she leaned forward, letting him unzip her dress. She released her 
grip on his hotly throbbing penis long enough for him to pull the snug 
cotton fabric from her arms and let it drop to her waist beneath her 
jiggling naked breasts ... then her hand returned quickly to his cock and 
she continued her lewd ministrations with renewed pleasure. Only moments had 
passed since she gave in emotionally to him, but already she felt willing to 
let Kelly slide a hand down from her yearning breasts to probe for wetly 
heated pussy through her bunched cotton dress. One of his hands kneaded her 
breasts and swollen beige nipples, while the other moved up under her dress 
and began lasciviously caressing her moistly pulsating pussy through the 
slick nylon fabric of her panties. 

"Christ, Jim, suck it, lick my puss," she heard Cherry gasp from the bed as 
the lewd bartender tongued into her pinkly glistening vaginal slit, lowering 
and raising his head rhythmically while one of his hands squeezed and 
fondled her erotically jostling breasts above. Slowly, he raised himself 
from between her legs, sliding up her sweat-soaked body, pausing momentarily 
to probe the scarlet tip of his enormously thick cock against the swollen 
chocolate flanges of her pussy; then he continued slithering his lean 
muscular frame over her squirming young belly until his arms were 
outstretched on either side of her high-set conical breasts. 

Finally he pivoted himself up so that his ass cheeks straddled the succulent 
ebony mounds. 

Nancy could see the black stripper's fleshy breasts squeeze out from under 
the naked cheeks of Jim's buttocks as he sank down, squashing them on her 
chest. His massively erect penis stood straight up from his belly, with the 
turgid rubbery head only inches from her beautiful face. Then he swiveled 
his hips, forcing her fully ripened lips open with the lust swollen head of 
his cock. He flexed his lower torso back and forth until several small 
droplets of cum oozed from his hotly throbbing glans and lubricated the 
half-open mouth surrounding it "Just look at that beautiful bitch suck," 
Nancy's handsome young escort breathed in excitement "I-I never saw anyone 
doing that before tonight ... except my husband. But he just tried ... I 
wouldn't let him!" 

Johnny's head dipped, his wetly ovaled lips sucked around one spiked-out 
nipple, drawing inward and gnawing his teeth around its lust-stiffened 
succulence. The eagerly trembling young mother jerked at the sudden sharp 
pain, then settled back against Kelly's broad shoulder. In blind reaction to 
the abrupt pulsations of erotic pleasure that tingled down from the firm 
melons of her breasts, she began jerking vigorously on the M. C.'s 
lust-distended cock. She could feel the warm droplets of lubricant trickling 
down from the head to moisten her palm as she eased her hand more softly now 
up and down its rigid underside. Beneath her he fingered the tight elastic 
legband of Nancy's panties, stealthily touching the quivering furrow of wet 
flesh between her hotly throbbing vaginal hump and her thighs. 

Nancy could feel the smooth droplets of her own moistness rivuleting from 
her wetly tingling pussy into the narrow split between her restless 
buttocks. Quickly then, he reached down to pull her dress completely off. 
Barely aware of what she was doing, Nancy raised her buttocks, permitting 
him to remove the light confining material and drop it to the floor. 

"Jesus, you're beautiful, gorgeous!" the handsome M. C. exclaimed with an 
audible intake of breath. 

He stood then, his impatiently throbbing cock rearing obscenely out from his 
fly, and rapidly pulled off his pants and shirt. Nancy's eyes searched 
hungrily over his large chest covered with curly dark hair and down the 
flatness of his stomach to the thick turgid shaft of his penis. He thrust 
his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and drew them down, kicking them 
against the pile of clothes in front of them. 

"Stand up!" he commanded. 

Kelly's strong words startled Nancy for a moment. A resurgence of guilt 
flooded through her ... and the image of Cherry hungrily sucking on Jim's 
sperm-bloated cock fused with the myriad of sensations and images that had 
bombarded her consciousness all evening. Still, she stood up from the couch, 
naked but for her thin nylon panties, her sensually ripened body swaying 
slightly under the effects of the liquor. 

"Lie down on the bed," Johnny instructed. "Next to them!" 

"Oh God, I-I can't, Johnny," the young mother protested, her face flushing 
in embarrassment. 

"Lie down, goddam it!" 

Nancy's uncertain legs felt suddenly rubbery as she slipped onto the 
mattress only inches away from the black stripper's naked body spread so 
lewdly out beneath the bartender. Johnny sat back beside her, but Nancy 
couldn't tear her eyes away from Cherry's sensuous lips ovaled so tightly 
around the blood-filled head of Jim's cock. 

"Decided to join the party?" the lewd bartender queried as he thrust forward 
into Cherry's hungrily sucking mouth. 

Instantly, Johnny thrust his hands inside the elastic waist band of Nancy's 
whisper-thin panties from behind. She jerked but turned toward him, lifting 
her thighs and buttocks to let him peel the filmy garment down over her 
smoothly rounded ass-cheeks. As he pulled them lower, his free hand moved 
surely to her naked cuntal mound and touched the quivering bud of her 
clitoris. Unprompted, the dark-haired young mother raised her ankles above 
the bed, letting her virile escort slide the last vestige of clothing from 
her voluptuous full-blown body. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, 
Nancy's cool slender fingers again went directly to the heated hardness of 
Johnny Kelly's prick. The young M. C. adjusted his weight so that she was 
sitting atop his muscular thighs, facing him, with her long lithe legs 
around his hips. His cock was swaying only inches now from the healthy bush 
of pubic hair that framed her dripping cunt. 

They faced each other, sitting up, their naked bodies jostling from the 
movement of Jim pistoning in and out of Cherry's mouth beside them. Slowly, 
Johnny drew the shamelessly aroused young mother's body toward him as he 
shoved his lust-swollen cock-head against the pinkly parting lips of her 
pussy. Trembling her expectation, Nancy raised her thighs above Kelly's, 
spiraling her legs from her seated position around his ass and squirming her 
wetly throbbing vaginal sheath against the fleshy underside of his hardness. 

Johnny's handsome face dipped to suck and nibble gently at one erect nipple 
and then the other. Again, the young mother squirmed forward, using her 
buttocks against his thighs, feeling now the heated pulsing of his shaft 
pressing against the little opening of her pussy. "Now, let me fuck you, 
gorgeous!" he rasped. "You know fucking-A well you want it as bad as I 
do...!" 

The room seemed to spin before Nancy's startled grey eyes. The younger man's 
strongly muscled body came into obscene focus, and she felt the hot 
throbbing tip of his enormous penis sliding back and forth over her wetly 
flowering cuntal lips ... strange hot flesh touching her where no one but 
Bill had ever touched her before! 

Johnny moaned lustily as his lips moved over Nancy's forty-two inch bust, 
his eyes hard and cruel in the greed of his desire. "I'm gonna fuck you like 
you've never been fucked before. Now, open your legs wide ... Yeah, that's 
right ... Now, down flat on your back so we can do it together!" 

Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Nancy lay back obediently, 
feeling his body following hers, his arms stiff, his hands now resting on 
her shoulders. Lying on her back, she could see the wetly glistening white 
trunk of the bartender's cock stretching Cherry's dark lips as he thrust in 
and out of her sucking mouth. 

The closeness of the other couple increased her excitement to an unbearable 
degree. She wondered how Cherry could tame the thickness of his penile 
enormity inside her mouth; it looked like the poor girl would strangle on it 
if Jim actually came in her mouth. And, suddenly, that thought too 
heightened her arousal to the point where she began trembling anew. Then, as 
Johnny Kelly levered over her, he dropped one hand between their naked 
bodies and took his hard thick cock between his fingers and guided it 
forward, using the lubricated tip to part the fleshy lips of her cunt. 

Nancy turned her head to the side of the mattress, glimpsing Cherry's face 
contorted around the rigidly pulsing column of Jim's penis, and closed her 
eyes with a shudder as she felt the soft electrical contact of Johnny's 
desire-swollen flesh against the sensitive edges of her lust-moistened 
pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter 
subjugation beneath the young M. C., not even daring to breathe. 

And then, he thrust! 

"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH!" she gasped, jerking at the first piercing pressure 
against the taut elastic opening of her hotly throbbing cunt. She whimpered 
her heartfelt torture as the lust-swollen tip of his cock wormed cruelly 
through her painfully stretched pussy lips, and felt as though her thighs 
were ripped apart from the unyielding pressure there. She wanted to scream, 
to tell him to stop, but his powerfully driving hips swiveled forward again, 
skewering his impaling hardness another half inch inside her. 

God, he was killing her, and ... and he was enjoying it! 

Suddenly, the smile on Kelly's face dissolved into an expression of sheer 
unbridled lust. Nancy could sense his mood changing ... his emotions 
catapulting from desire to an insatiable cruel need to ram the thick length 
of his hotly throbbing cock with all possible force through the moistly 
dilating walls of her cunt. He fell forward, his weight smashing her full 
firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at 
the same time and his long thick cock slid into her cunt like a rapier 
plowing through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls. 

"Oh, dear God!" the young mother cried, flailing her lustrous dark hair from 
side to side in protest against the brutal impalement. Suddenly, she felt 
her inner muscles collapsing against his penetration, and all resistance 
disappeared. There was no stopping him now until, with a loud groan, 
Johnny's bloated balls smacked heavily into the defenselessly upturned 
cheeks of her buttocks. Nancy had never been so cock-filled in her life, and 
the young man's penis felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand 
tiny threads as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. His 
massively swollen thickness lay sunk deep in her belly filling her to the 
point where she felt certain the dripping apple-like head of it would burst 
through to pierce her heart. She could feel every tiny ridge of flesh as it 
pressed against the soft flesh of her pussy, enclosed in her moist warm 
sheath like a sword sliced cruelly into the belly of an unsuspecting victim. 

Meanwhile, Jim was wildly thrusting the entire lust-inflated length of his 
cock deep into Cherry's sucking mouth, with each brutal stroke his 
cum-filled balls slapping obscenely up against her chin. Nancy felt the 
satiny chocolate flesh of Cherry's arm brush softly against her own, and she 
wondered how long it would take until the filthy bartender would empty his 
bloated scrotum into the black girl's warmly sucking oral sheath. 

Her answer wasn't long in coming, for even as she watched in obscene 
fascination, Jim jerked his wildly pulsing cock suddenly out of Cherry's 
mouth and held the huge, lust-swollen head an inch away. And then, with a 
deep animal cry, he began to squirt his hot sticky cum directly into her 
wide-open mouth. 

Nancy found herself swallowing in sympathy as Johnny's strong hands slipped 
down her sides and slid under the soft globes of her grinding buttocks, 
grasping them cruelly, viciously, one in each hand. She still looked to the 
side, watching the black girl's face bobbing rapidly up and down on the 
bartender's penis, trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating load of 
sperm pumping into her pretty sepia face. 

Then, Nancy's attention was drawn back with cruel force to Johnny Kelly 
thrusting his long thick hardness up between her legs. The pain was gone now 
... her legs on either side of his skewering rod of flesh were jerking and 
quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Nancy's whole body twitched and writhed 
in complete abandonment beneath him as she groaned in anguish and need up 
into the moistness of his mouth and shoved her tongue deep into his throat. 
All she wanted now was to extinguish the lewd obscene burning sensation that 
flickered wantonly through her cunt into her belly and up to where it swept 
out to the tips of her quivering breasts. "Oh God, do it!" she panted. 

"Do what, gorgeous? What do you want me to do?" Johnny tightened his hands 
on the softly pliant moons of her ass. "FUCK MEEE!" she screamed. 

The velvety walls of the young mother's vagina grasped the M. C.'s hot stalk 
of flesh tightly, milking him until she could feel every tiny wrinkle of his 
cock. Nancy's intoxicated mind reveled in her wickedness, and she screwed 
her belly up against his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing 
tightness of his balls pressed hard into the wide-stretched anal crevice 
below her vagina. He rammed forward again, burrowing the length of his cock 
deeper into the tightly clinging cuntal walls until the head bounced off her 
cervix. She tightened her buttocks, feeling his hands knead them with 
greater pressure, and then she raised her ass cheeks off the mattress, 
screwing her suddenly wild pussy up against his pulsating hardness. 

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, sliding her legs around his outer thighs 
and snaking them over his churning buttocks until the balls of her feet 
rested on the small of his back. "Oh God, fuck me 'til I die!" 

Kelly's muscular torso stiffened into a band of steel tendons. He groaned 
and stabbed his rigid pole of flesh like a hot sword into her wetly 
pulsating cunt. One of his hands slipped from her undulating buttocks to 
where his cock was pistoning moistly in and out of her pussy. Johnny played 
his fingers over Nancy's hot pussy lips clasped tight to his rampaging cock, 
and felt their softness pulling and giving with each jack-hammer thrust into 
her. He squeezed and massaged the contracting flesh of her cunt, coaxing 
tender moans of obscene submission from her lust-constricted throat, feeling 
at the same time, the ever-widening passage of her vagina palpitating in 
hungry need as it swallowed his cock to the balls. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Kelly sputtered, quickening his thrusts as she thrashed 
her lush young body beneath him. "Oh, yessssss, Johnny darling, fuck me, 
fuck meeeeeeee!" she intoned, digging her feet harshly into his back. 

The tips of her nipples danced lewdly against Kelly's muscular chest, and 
the ecstatic tingle radiating outward from her nipples mingled in the pit of 
her stomach with the ripples of pleasure shooting obscenely upward from her 
cock-impaled vagina. 

"Fuck me!" she commanded, gasping, the lewd words and phrases bubbling out 
of some previously untouched depths of her soul. 

She was fast approaching orgasm now and her sensually aroused body became 
something animal as she writhed and twisted, pulling her legs outward and 
raising her feet higher up on Johnny Kelly's back as she opened up more and 
more of her creamy pink crevice to him. Her head flailed from side to side, 
spilling her ash-brown hair over the mattress in all directions and across 
her face ... Oh God, how she loved it! 

Kelly grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep 
so that his madly pulsating cock bored far up into the hidden untouched 
recesses of her womb. He rammed into her with a relentless onward pressure, 
plowing the softly clinging walls of flesh before him as he slapped the head 
of his big thick cock incessantly against the tender ball of her cervix. And 
then, he was there! 

"OOOoooh Christ!" he groaned. "I'm cumming!" Nancy's hotly throbbing pussy 
clamped down around his thickness and her buttocks rose voluptuously off the 
bed and she began screwing her cunt wildly in tight ovals around and around, 
feeling the warm gushes of his wet viscous liquid flooding hotly from his 
expanding cock. He plowed into her faster, digging deeper until she thought 
the head of his cock would burst through her womb and come out her mouth. 
She reached up, up, upward with her straining loins, reaching for her 
orgasm. And then, it was there ... just within reach! 

Suddenly, Nancy lurched back, lifting her body far off the bed in an effort 
to get as much of Kelly's long thick hardness into her as possible. "OH GOD, 
I'M CUMMMING!" she screamed. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" 

She could feel Johnny's sperm-bloated testicles bouncing against the crevice 
of her upturned buttocks, his talon-like fingers biting into her waspish 
waist and squeezing the soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his 
grip. Her orgiastic secretions gushed wetly around his lust-stiffened cock 
and then slowly flowed down her wildly trembling thighs. 

Kelly tore at her buttocks like a maniac clawing the earth for gold, the 
twin moons as wide apart as he could pull them in order to watch his wildly 
jerking cock disappearing into the helpless young mother's moist pink cunt 
as he empted his balls into her most secret depths. 

The whole room was alive with blobs of iridescent color dancing in front of 
Nancy's eyes in time to the explosions of hot sperm shooting far up into her 
quivering belly. Her wetly heated vaginal walls clasped and unclasped 
desperately, squeezing the M. C.'s hotly spurting cock like a milking 
machine. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. 

Nancy felt the spent young man pull his still-dripping cock from her cunt 
and flop over on his back beside her with a loud, "Whew, that was something 
else, gorgeous! Gimmee a couple minutes to catch my breath and we'll do it 
again ... Or, maybe you'd like to switch with Jim and Cherry here " 

"Take me home," Nancy insisted with authority, her languid eyelids batting 
back the tears of remorse that threatened to consume her as she stared 
blankly at the ceiling. "Now!" 

"But, I thought " 

"Just take me home, Johnny," she sobbed. "Please ... My family will be 
worried sick!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Nancy tossed fitfully on the cramped couch, covering her tousled head with 
her pillow in a futile attempt to stop the intruding mid-morning light 
pouring in through the living room window. God, she felt awful ... ached all 
over ... especially down there. Young Johnny Kelly had given her the most 
thorough going over she'd had in years, and this morning she was going to 
pay the price in spades! 

"Coffee, Nancy? ... Or, would you rather I called you Mom...?" 

Nancy's startled eyes fluttered open to look up at the brightly beaming face 
as her daughter-in-law set the steaming cup down on the coffee table before 
her. "I ... Uh, Nancy's fine, Judy ... Where's Bob?" 

"He drove down to Mendocino to see about a job in a winery ... He probably 
won't be back before tonight." 

Nancy sat up on the edge of the couch, shielding her nakedness with the 
bedspread, and took a sip of the morning elixir Judy had brought her. 
"MMMmmm!" she piped. "That's good!" 

Judy sat down beside her, a mocking grin cutting across her pretty blue-eyed 
face as she laughed, "Had yourself quite a time last night, huh?" 

Nancy felt her cheeks burn hotter than the coffee as she deliberately 
avoided Judy's searching eyes. Then, searching the pile of hastily discarded 
clothing on the floor beside the couch, she blurted, "I want to get dressed 
... Where are my underthings?" 

"I threw them in the washer," Judy retorted matter-of-factly. "You know what 
God-awful stains jism can leave if you don't wash it out right away." 
Nancy's stomach turned an anxious flip. "W-What are you talking about, 
Judy!" she stammered. "I-I've just been having a little problem down there, 
and " 

"Ha!" Judy laughed. "You're as healthy as a newborn filly and you know it! 
... Besides, I can tell cum when I feel it." 

I'll just bet you can! Nancy thought venomously, reaching for her cup. Then, 
half whispering, "You're one to talk anyway, little girl ... After what I 
saw you doing at The Silver Goose yesterday afternoon " 

"Oh?" Judy feigned. "What did you see me doing, Nancy?" Nancy swallowed a 
large mouthful of coffee that seared her gullet all the way down. "I-I saw 
you making love to a ... a fat man!" she blurted. "No you didn't," Judy 
chuckled. 

"I damn well did, you little whore!" Judy's smile lessened somewhat. "We 
weren't 'making love,' as you so kindly put it," she corrected. "We were 
fucking. Pure, unadulterated fucking ... Go ahead and say it, Nancy ... From 
the looks of your panties this morning, I'd say you were a big girl now." 

Nancy turned on her sharply. "Why you little tramp, I've got half a mind to 
" 

"To what, Nancy? Tell Bob? You're too late for that; he already knows." 
Nancy stared at her incredulously. "Y-You're lying, Judy," she softened. 
"Bob wouldn't stand for that kind of crap!" 

"You'd be surprised what kind of 'crap' Bob would stand for, Nancy ... What 
would you say if I told you that when we made love last night he made me 
pretend I was you?" 

"I-I'd say you were lying!" Nancy stood suddenly, forgetting her nudity as 
the bedspread fell revealingly from her full-blown body. "Now stop it, 
Judy!" she demanded. "I ... I don't want to hear anymore!" 

Judy's jaw fell slack at the sudden, startling appearance of her 
mother-in-law's voluptuous naked body. "My God," she stammered breathlessly, 
"you're really beautiful, Nancy ... No wonder Bob wants to fuck you so bad 
he can taste it!" 

This time it was Nancy's turn to smile, even though her face was still 
flushed in embarrassment. "What were you expecting, Judy," she queried 
proudly, "grey hair on my puss?" 

Judy's pink tongue darted out of its own volition to wet her lips. "Please 
don't be angry, Nancy," she pleaded sheepishly, her eyes flickering 
nervously back and forth from her husband's mother's enormous white breasts 
to the inviting blanket of brown fur that framed the older woman's cunt. 
"Sit back down and let's talk," she continued, patting the spot Nancy had 
just vacated. "After all, we're family now, aren't we? ... I mean, we 
shouldn't carry on like this, should we ... I am carrying your first 
grandchild, you know." 

Nancy could hardly believe the sudden rapid change that had come over her 
asp-tongued daughter-in-law. She was practically begging for a second 
chance! Quietly then, she sat back down and reached again for the bedspread 
to cover her nudity. 

"Please don't!" Judy objected, extending a restraining hand. Then, 
embarrassedly, "I-I mean, it's okay; we're both girls, aren't we? ... Here, 
I'll make myself naked, too ... so you won't feel embarrassed." Quickly, she 
got to her feet and undid the loosely-folded sash that held the front of her 
worn white terrycloth robe together around her burgeoning waist. 'There!" 
she announced proudly as she shrugged the simple garment from her narrow 
shoulders and let it fall to a crumpled heap around her tiny feet. "Now, I'm 
naked, too!" 

Nancy's doe-like grey eyes took in Judy's nudity with critically undivided 
attention. Pregnant or not, it was obvious what her handsome son had seen in 
her in the first place; she was gorgeous! Her breasts, high, proud and huge 
in a conical sort of way, swung out to either side like a pair of poorly 
braced cannon as the young blonde daughter-in-law sucked in her breath. 

"They're not as big and soft as yours," Judy offered as she sat primly back 
down with her thighs pressed together guardedly. "But all the guys I've ever 
dated loved to suck them ... Do you like to have yours sucked, too, Nancy?" 

Again, Nancy reached for her coffee, this time draining the cup and setting 
it back down before she dropped it. "What woman doesn't, Judy?" she managed 
with feigned nonchalance. 

Judy gave her a sidelong glance and dimpled prettily. "Do you go out much, 
Nancy?" she asked innocently. "I mean, here we are practically mother and 
daughter, and I don't know anything about you!" 

"Last night was the first time I've been out since Bill Bob's dad died," 
Nancy confessed. "Oh God, how can you stand it?" Judy smiled. "I mean, I'd 
go nuts if I didn't get screwed every couple of days or so!" 

"You get used to it." 

"Don't you use anything? ... Not even a vibrator or something?" 

Nancy opened her mouth to speak, but could find no words. The only sensation 
she was aware of at that moment was that of her clitoris slipping wetly 
forward through the enveloping pink folds of her labia. 

"I used a vibrator once," Judy announced pleasantly. "It belonged to my 
'roomie,' Janie ... before Bob and I got married." 

"Oh?" Nancy swallowed dryly, her eyes dropping to the slightly-parting slit 
between Judy's legs as the younger girl suddenly let her legs fall lazily 
apart at the thigh. 

"Yes," Judy continued. "It was shaped like a man's cock a big man's and I'd 
sit on my bed just before work you know, trying to get myself in the mood 
and I'd turn it on and run it up and down the crotchband of my panties ... 
just let it play there, buzzing and tickling like crazy until I couldn't 
stand it any longer, and then I'd push my panties aside with the tip of it 
and spread my legs on the bed and slide it up and down across my clit I'm 
not bothering you, am I?" 

"N-No, go on." 

"More coffee?" 

"Go on, Judy!" 

"And then, well, I'd just sort of jam in my pussy as far as it would go and 
squeeze and squeeze and squeeze." She gave Nancy a moment to catch her 
breath, her eyes nearly popping from her skull at the sight of the older 
woman's huge breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath. Then, she 
leaned back against the couch and let her long white legs splay widely as 
she reached down to scissor open the half-parted lips of her pussy with the 
middle and forefingers of her right hand. "Good Lord, look at that!" she 
exclaimed as if she'd just discovered a mosquito bite. "My clit got all 
stiff just talking about it ... You must think I'm an awful whore!" 

Nancy's eyes were glued to the inviting spread of Judy's obscenely open 
crotch as she blustered, "I-I guess you kids are a little more liberal than 
people were when I was your age, Judy." 

The conniving blonde-haired daughter-in-law smiled warmly. "Don't you ever 
think about doing things with other people ... I mean, just for sex?" 

"I've had a daydream or two," Nancy admitted. Oh God, why doesn't she stop 
rubbing herself down there! "I guess I'm sort of weird about things," Judy 
droned on. "Love is great, and making it with Bob is something else with 
that big cock of his Did I tell you he's bigger than Gerald?" 

"G-Gerald?" 

"The fat guy ... Hey, are you alright, Nancy? ... You look like you're going 
to faint or something!" 

"I-I'm alright, Judy." 

"Well, anyway, sometimes I like to do it just because it's wrong maybe evil 
would be a better word y'know what I mean, Nancy?" 

"I think I'm beginning to." 

"I mean, I'm not a big brain or anything; I don't know if there's a 
scientific term for being a 'naughty-britches,' but when Bob told me he 
wanted to take you to bed I mean, treat his own mother like she was just 
some tramp he'd picked up in a bar I thought that was the most exciting 
thing I'd ever heard in my life! ... Isn't that awful?" 

In paralyzed silence, Nancy stared with glittering intensity at her 
daughter-in-law's soft pubic mound. Her breath caught in her lungs. She was 
unable to take her eyes off Judy's obscenely displayed sex ... where she'd 
seen the fat man's hot scarlet cock slide in and out the day before ... from 
which had spurted his overflowing sperm! "Are you sure you're okay?" Judy 
intoned concernedly. 

"I ... I don't know." 

Then, as if she'd just discovered a long lost secret, Judy chirped, "Of 
course you're not alright. How silly of me. How could you be with this right 
in front of you?" With "this," she arched her pelvis high above the couch. 
"Isn't this the prettiest little pussy you've ever seen, Nancy? Wouldn't you 
like to suck it?" 

Oh, dear God! Nancy thought, sickened to the heart. I do, I do! 

"Go ahead and touch it, Nancy," Judy offered graciously, bracing her hands 
under the small of her back to support the obscenely arched position. "I 
don't say 'no' to anybody else; I don't know why I should make an exception 
in your case!" 

Even though her face was flushed a beet red, the brown-haired mother-in-law 
reached forward with one hand, only to stop indecisively half-way there, 
only to move again at the pregnant blonde's impatiently snapped, "Go on and 
stick your fingers in me, Nancy ... everybody does!" 

Nancy was trembling like a leaf when the tips of her long-nailed fingers 
made electrifying contact with her pregnant daughter-in-law's moist pink 
flesh. Her heart felt like it would pump right through her breast when she 
inserted first one, then two, then three fingers in Judy's hot young cunt to 
the palm of her hand. 

"Oh yes, Nancy ... like that!" the young blonde cooed as she lowered her 
buttocks back to the couch and spread her naked thighs as far as they would 
go. "Just pretend it's yours, and do everything to it that you'd like Bob to 
do!" 

Nancy was almost delirious with the unexpected lust that threatened to 
consume her as she inserted another finger and began to fuck them in and out 
of her daughter-in-law's clinging vaginal sheath. 

"Oooh, a four-finger girl," Judy moaned delightedly. "Well, that's MMMmmm! 
okay; Bob is very well hung...!" 

Dear God-in-heaven, Nancy's tortured mind fused hotly, I must be as sick as 
she is ... In twenty minutes, she's got me thinking about screwing my own 
son and ... Oh, God, I want to suck her! 

Like a spider feeling the tell-tale tug of its unsuspecting victim in its 
well-spun web, Judy reached down gently to touch the alabaster whiteness of 
Nancy's melonous breasts. She hefted them in her hands as if she were 
weighing them on a scale, then tugged cruelly on each strawberry nipple in 
turn with her long-nailed fingers. "You're very beautiful, Nancy," she 
soothed. "And I don't think we're so unlike as we've been pretending ... You 
want to fuck Bob, don't you? ... You want to fuck him because he's handsome, 
because he has a long thick cock ... because it's wonderfully wicked to fuck 
your own son...!" 

"Oh God, yesss!" Nancy blurted suddenly. "I want to fuck Bob ... I want to 
fuck my own handsome son!" 

"What else do you want to do, Nancy?" Judy pressed cruelly. "I-I want to 
suck you, Judy ... I want to eat you!" 

"Then do it, Nancy! Get down on your hands and knees and show me how much 
you want to be evil with your own stud son!" 

"B-But how can we do it?" Nancy intoned breathlessly as she withdrew her 
lust-slickened fingers and assumed the required position. "Simple, Nancy, 
you wanted a job at The Silver Goose? Well, take it! ... Believe me, when 
Bob gets a load of these big cow tits of yours he'll be ready to fuck a 
skunk!" 

"In that case," Nancy offered, "why not offer him the whole damned package?" 

"Oh?" Judy smiled. "How do you propose to do that?" 

"By going to work at Kelly's Green Room," Nancy stated flatly. "Besides, it 
pays better." And then, irresistibly, the beautiful young mother buried her 
face in the pregnant girl's upturned crotch and began to suck at whatever 
pink flesh found its way into her mouth. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

In the subdued emerald tinted lighting of Kelly's Green Room, the white 
linen that covered the many intimate tables gleamed like so many stars in 
the firmament. The walls were draped in velvet of the same Irish green as 
the table linens, and the geometric pattern of the orange and white entrance 
carpeting gave way to an enormous green shamrock of the same plush material 
in the center of the large, but intimate, room. The tables themselves rested 
on cantilevered tiers suspended on silver chains on the free side around the 
several-sided area. Directly overhead, swung an enormous chandelier composed 
of unnumbered shimmering crystal prisms that reflected the misty lighting to 
infinity. As Judy breathed an inaudible sigh of anticipation, and Bob 
reached back fondly to touch his wallet in his hip pocket in fond 
remembrance, the house lights dimmed still further and a handsome, 
well-dressed young man appeared in the light of an overhead spot at center 
stage. 

"That's Johnny Kelly," Judy announced abruptly over the rim of her Black 
Russian, "the show must be about to start." 

"You know him?" Bob whispered, casting a surreptitious glance over his 
shoulder to see if anyone was listening. 

"Oh, sure," said Judy. "I know everybody on the 'strip' ... Say, you're not 
losing your word, are you?" 

"No," the red-faced young husband protested over his Harvey Wallbanger, 
"it's just that, well ... I didn't get that job in Mendocino, and this place 
is kind of out of our league as far as the price of " 

"Bullshit," Judy dimpled affectionately. "I already told you Johnny'd pick 
up the whole ticket, didn't I? ... He's really tickled about Nancy being in 
the show." 

"I know, Judy, but-" 

"Shhh! The show's starting now!" After a few preliminary static pops over 
the P. A. system, and a hastily rendered, "Testing, testing ... two ... six 
... nine," on the part of the young M. C., a startled hush came over the 
audience. Then, assured that he had their undivided attention, Johnny 
announced, "Ladies and Lechers, Kelly's Green Room is pleased to announce 
the first public appearance of a young lady who is destined to become one of 
the biggest names in the business. She has wit, charm, and a pair of 
knockers that'll knock your socks off. Would you please welcome, Nancy 
Brown-bush!" 

"Brownbush?" Bob sputtered in the darkness. "What kind of name is that?" 

"Cute, huh?" Judy piped proudly. "We thought it up when I was helping her 
with her routine; we thought it was more descriptive than Greenwell!" 

As the small combo struck up a brassy rendition of a current bit, the 
spotlight dimmed, then came back up slowly to candle-brightness, centering 
on the figure on stage. A tiny tremor of anticipatory excitement coursed up 
Nancy's spine, as whistles and catcalls ripped through the expanse of the 
lounge until Johnny Kelly thought he'd have to call the police. 

The young M.C. had never seen an audience react to one of the girls so 
quickly. And he was pretty sure why; this little mother breathed an innocent 
brand of sex appeal his somewhat jaded patrons found delightfully 
refreshing. The sheer joy of what she was doing onstage, after five years of 
being a near sexual recluse, communicated itself to her audience as clearly 
as the peal bells announce that it's Sunday morning. 

She was wearing a simple clinging cocktail dress of midnight black, that 
stopped just below the knee, yet revealed more by suggestion than absolute 
nudity itself. The contrasting white swells of her breasts shimmered 
invitingly above the low-cut bodice and undercupping black lace half-bra, 
looking for all the world as if they might pop completely free at any given 
moment. The only other garment she wore was her shoes stack heeled black 
patent pumps. Almost instantly, every cock in the house and several 
clitoris' rose to rapid erection. The intimate little lounge went silent 
then, as the music reached a crescendo, and the erotically reawakened young 
mother began to unfasten the thin silver zipper that ran the length of her 
dress in back. With an invitingly lascivious wink at her audience, Nancy let 
the garment slip gracefully from her unblemished shoulders to puddle on the 
floor at her feet. Then, standing before the silently awestruck audience in 
a nearly imperceptible pair of black bikini panties and the beautifully 
shaping half-bra, she smiled lewdly and reached behind her back to unfasten 
the bra straps. 

The panting crowd stirred restlessly then, as the tiny brassiere slipped 
away, revealing her succulent pink-nippled breasts in all their proud glory. 
She lifted them, jiggling, in offering to her watchers. "Kiss 'em!" someone 
yelled. "Kiss your titties!" 

Fortified by a sudden crazy naughtiness that permeated her entire being, 
Nancy responded instantly to the lewd request, raising first one breast and 
then the other to her lips. Her pulse was pounding furiously in her 
excitement over exhibiting her most intimate parts with such dispassionate 
coolness before a bunch of people she knew intuitively were sizing her up 
like a cut of beef. She also knew, without a trace of guile, that she had 
more unmitigated class than all the other girls in the show put together. 
Look, you lovely horny people! her mind sang joyously. Wouldn't you just 
love to take me home with you! 

Like a naked fashion model, the beautiful young mother displayed her 
birthday suit to the roomful of panting strangers. From one end of the tiny 
stage to the other she walked, the spotlight following, as she teetered 
precariously on the built-up shoes. The lithe, long muscles of her thighs 
tautened sinuously, the rich white flesh of her ass dimpling in promise with 
every step she took. The luxuriant dark wealth of her hair swung back and 
forth like a shimmering curtain in time to the softer melody. Then, she was 
back at center stage again, full front, the nut-brown wisps of her softly 
curling pubic hair glistening in the reflected glow of the stage lights. 

She squatted. The audience went crazy, then, stock still. Nancy leaned back 
on her slender arms, her hair touching the floor as she bent her knees, 
raising her vaginal tract that was no longer hidden from view by the black 
panties, peeking pinkly below, in lewd offering to an imaginary lover 
somewhere in the audience.... 

Long after the lights had lowered again in anticipation of the evening's 
second performance, young Bob Greenwell stared at the stage where he'd just 
seen his mother strip with mixed emotions. His eyes seemed filled somehow as 
he leaned forward to light a cigarette from the glass-encased candle that 
decorated the center of the small table, and the bulge in his suit pants 
threatened to tear right through the light gabardine material. 

"Wow, that was really some " Judy began as she turned away from the stage to 
study her young husband's reaction to his mother's performance. Then, 
sensing his confusion, she gently offered, "Bob, darling, you look like you 
could use another drink." 

Bob inhaled deeply on his Lucky, then let smoke out in short erratic bursts. 
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, motioning to a passing waitress. "Bring us another 
round, please!" 

"Well, what did you think of the show, Bob?" the young wife tried again 
after the drinks arrived. Bob took the top off his Wallbanger with a slight 
slurp, then sat the glass down gingerly and managed a small nervous smile. 
"I'm going back," he announced importantly. 

"Back?" Judy queried incredulously. "You mean backstage?" Bob nodded in the 
affirmative, then reached forward to crush his cigarette out in the ashtray. 
"But you can't, Bob ... I mean, not now ... It'll ruin everything!" Bob 
glared at her impatiently as she hastily added, "You'll ... You'll find 
Johnny back there!" 

"Johnny?" 

"Johnny Kelly, the M.C.. He and your mom have, well ... you know." 

"Now, I know I'm going back!" 

Judy extended a restraining hand across the table, then retracted it 
immediately. "Alright, Bob," she sighed resignedly. "But, I'm going with you 
... If you go back alone in your condition, you'll wind up getting yourself 
shot!" 

Sixty-year-old George Kelly and his handsome nephew, Johnny, were already 
sitting nakedly at the opposite ends of the enormous couch that lined one 
wall of the elder Kelly's office when they heard the soft knock on the door. 
"Johnny?" a sweet female voice queried uncertainly. "Are you in there? 

Cherry told me you wanted to see me, and-" 

"Come in, Nancy," Johnny called out loudly, setting his drink aside. "Come 
in and meet your new boss!" Cautiously, Nancy recinched the hastily donned 
dressing gown that covered her breathtaking nudity, and reached for the door 
handle. 

"Johnny's told me a lot about you," the elder Kelly announced gruffly as she 
entered the room and shut the door quietly behind her. "And, you did good in 
the show tonight ... real good!" 

Nancy nearly fainted when she turned to face the two naked Kellys seated on 
the couch before her, sipping martinis as if it were the most natural thing 
in the world. Then, as her gaze flickered from one to the other of them, she 
realized that both were in a rampant, flaming state of erection! 

"I ... Uh, thank you, Mr. Kelly," she blustered. "I-I'm glad you liked the 
act." 

"Take off that fuckin' bathrobe," George Kelly barked suddenly, "I want to 
get a closer look at you!" 

Nancy's wide grey eyes were locked solidly on George Kelly's evil-looking 
penis, then, as she hesitated but a single heartbeat before shrugging the 
garment from her shoulders. It was short and stubby like the man himself, 
but gnarled with age and the efforts of a thousand illicit sexual encounters 
... and thick ... God, it was as thick as her ankle! 

"Very nice," the lewd older man complimented, "your tits are real honeys!" 
He reached down to stroke himself then, the tomato-like head of his cock 
actually squirting out as he drew back the thinly clinging uncircumcised 
foreskin, then milked it to bring a thick pearl of jism to the surface. 
"Now," he added lewdly, "turn around and show us your ass!" 

This time, Nancy hesitated a little longer. 

She'd more or less expected that screwing Johnny would be a pre-condition to 
her continued employment, but his uncle, too? ... Still, the kids were in 
trouble and could use the money. 

"That's real good, baby," George coughed. "Now, bend over and grab your 
ankles." 

Naked now but for her high-heeled pumps, the luscious young mother again 
complied, exhibiting her shimmering naked backside and the quivering pink 
cleft of her sex to the lecherous club owner who was to become her 
lord-and-master for as long as it took to get Bob and Judy back on their 
feet again. She was more determined than ever to see the thing through now 
... willing to see it through whatever its bizarre conclusion, in the 
knowledge that her "sacrifice" was for a worthwhile cause. Indeed, one of 
her biggest regrets in life was that she hadn't been able to help Bob very 
much financially while he was working his way through the University of 
Minnesota ... In fact, with the kind of money she'd be making now even with 
the baby coming he could go on to grad school, maybe even law school like 
he'd always wanted! 

Suddenly, Nancy was aware of a pair of beefy, hairy hands roaming over her 
dimpled alabaster buttocks at will, parting the peach-spilt crevice of her 
sex, pinching and probing with lustful abandon. "Get back over to the 
couch," Johnny Kelly's uncle spat harshly. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-style 
while you suck the kid's prick!" 

As they entered George Kelly's huge beam-ceilinged office, Bob Greenwell's 
eyes stung from the stale cigar smoke that hung in the air like a cloud. He 
did not immediately recognize his mother. How could he, at first, when all 
he saw was her naked back, the white ass high in the air and spread lewdly 
apart by the squat, hairy man who was fucking her dog fashion while her 
buttocks gyrated wildly under him? 

Nancy's long brown hair had fallen loose and hung around her contorted face. 
Her cheeks regularly bloated and hollowed as she sucked hungrily on the 
angry red penis that was sticking up into her obscenely ovaled mouth. He 
stared disbelievingly, stunned into immobility at the incredible sight of 
his mother with a man's long hard cock between her beautiful wet lips. God, 
she wasn't fighting it! He could actually see for himself the hungry sucking 
motion of her cheeks while all the while her ass-cheeks churned in her lewd 
efforts to capture more of the older man's cock fucking furiously in her 
gaping, streaming cunt. Oh, Jesus, what had they done to his beautiful, 
innocent mother? Was it possible that she was enjoying this rape ... this 
obscene ravishing of her body? 

It was quite obvious Nancy had lost control of herself and was now sucking 
the young nephew willingly while allowing the grey-haired uncle to fuck her 
dog style. "Look at that," Judy panted hotly beside him. "She's sucking and 
fucking like she can't get enough cock!" 

Bob listened to the lewd wet sucking noises coming from Nancy's mouth as she 
labored over the man who was under her, and realized that his own little 
wife was becoming so aroused by the wanton display that she was now removing 
her own clothing. He alone was sane in all this madness, although his own 
loins were beginning, inevitably, to heat as he watched the subjugation of 
his beautiful mother by two total strangers. 

His eyes rested on the taut moons of Nancy's buttocks, as they undulated 
high in the air in her humped-over position. Even as he saw it with his own 
tormented eyes, he could not believe this nightmarish orgy was actually 
taking place in front of him. Although he knew well how deep her 
self-enforced Puritan streak ran, she was not fighting this lewd, horrible 
rape. It must be rape ... Mom would never willingly let her body be used 
this way! But, even as young Bob Greenwell prayed that he was right, 
gurgling moans of pleasure rippled from Nancy's cock-filled mouth. 

Great waves of sensation were whirling through Johnny Kelly, centering deep 
in his balls as he watched the beautiful contorted face of his uncle's 
newest employee laboring over his lust-hardened penis. His muscles tightened 
as she strained over his up-thrust cock like any common whore would have 
done. He arched his back and shoved his throbbing cock even further between 
her wet sucking lips, watching her take the added length voraciously. He 
swore and gasped as he felt the boiling pool of semen gather in his balls 
and come squirting out with measured pressure into the warm cavern of her 
mouth. She swallowed desperately to keep up with the teeming, sticky flood 
that spewed from the tip of his cock. As he watched, she kept swallowing 
until he had emptied the last drop of the white sperm up into her willing 
mouth. 

Roughly, Johnny seized Nancy's hair and forced her head harder against his 
still convulsively pumping loins while she coughed and swallowed the final 
spurts of the slippery fluid. As she felt her boss' nephew's spent penis 
gradually deflating and going soft within her mouth, the hot young mother 
hungrily licking it for the last precious drops of the sticky fluid. As she 
released the near-limp organ and delicately licked her pink lips, Nancy was 
aware of the maddening assault that continued on her cunt and the sensations 
deep in her belly that cried out for release. In her dazed, impassioned 
condition, she did not know that her son and his wife had entered the office 
and was standing only inches away as she raised her lovely lust-distorted 
face from the young Kelly's satiated loins and gave her full attention to 
the sixty-year-old club owner fucking into her from behind. She was very 
near to her own orgasm now and she skewered her hips back onto the impaling 
cock with small pleading mewls of passion from deep in her heaving chest. 

Bob was nearly driven out of his mind from the sight of this horrifying 
depravity taking place in front of him and the shocking obscenities that 
burst from his mother's contorted lips. He didn't know she knew such words, 
or could ever bring herself to utter them! Yet, simultaneously, his own cock 
was growing rapidly into aching stiffness that bulged the front of his 
constricting slacks. He took a step forward as Nancy's mouth opened again, 
this time to emit a muffled scream as she began to toss her head from side 
to side, flinging the long ash-brown strands of her hair about like whips. 
But before Bob could interfere to save his mother or separate her from the 
stranger whose hard thick cock was buried deep in her eagerly sucking cunt, 
he felt Judy's arms sliding around his waist as she suddenly kissed him and 
pressed her lithe body sinuously against his. He pushed her head away 
roughly so that he could go on watching what was being done to his mother, 
but he let his pregnant wife's arms remain entwined around his muscular 
young body. 

"My mother ... That's my mother!" he choked out the words. "Ahhh," Judy 
thickly whispered, "never mind ... It'll be okay. Don't stop them now ... 
See, she's cumming!" 

He realized that Nancy was indeed in the beginning of her orgasm, and he 
gaped as she screwed her buttocks salaciously back against the hard-fucking 
cock of the grey-haired stranger. She didn't even look like his mother now, 
all semblance to her sweet puritanical self gone forever. Velvety noises of 
rapture gurgled in Nancy's throat as she rolled her head in delighted 
ecstasy. There had never before been anything in her life to equal this 
pleasure ... when she jammed her cunt up tight against him she found that 
the intensity of her bliss was almost more than she could stand. Behind her, 
she knew that George Kelly was ready, too. She could hear his panting gasps 
as he forced her thighs still wider apart until she was taking all of him 
and yet her hungry cunt tried to clasp and hold even more of him inside her. 

George knew he couldn't hold his climax back much longer, his cock felt 
ready to rip apart now ... once it started, he couldn't hold it, that was 
for certain! And then, he heard her begin anew to moan and whimper like some 
little animal and felt her strong thighs convulse and begin to jerk. "Oh, 
fuck ... now, now! It's happening ... I'm cummmiiinnnggg...!" 

Nancy's mouth fell open and a long wail escaped from her lips as she thrust 
her pelvis back at him with incredible force, offering him the whole of her 
greedily sucking vaginal slit to plunder as he wished. As she screwed wildly 
backward onto his cock he felt the walls of her cunt grow sticky with the 
gush of her orgiastic fluid, flooding his shaft and balls with warm wetness. 
Her ecstatic spasms drove him on until he felt his own hot ready sperm 
streaming through the length of his prick to shoot deep into her quivering 
belly. His juices spurted out from the top of his cock and bathed the inner 
walls of her pussy with a rapturous, stimulating warmth. It poured out of 
him in a seemingly endless stream and as he emptied himself deep into her, 
she urged him on with more lewd cries of pleasure. 

At last, the sated young mother let her body sag forward and rest on the 
lean hard form of Johnny Kelly, while behind her, the last jabs of his long 
orgasm completed, the lecherous uncle also slumped forward and withdrew his 
rapidly deflating penis from the still throbbing, cum-soaked folds of her 
brown-thatched cunt. Nancy sighed happily; she could feel the warm sticky 
semen pooling inside her, filling her as Johnny had filled her with the most 
utter complete joy she'd ever experienced. She felt George's aging, flabby 
body slipping away from her and when she had recovered enough to move, she 
too, slid away from Johnny and stretched out full length on the couch, still 
breathing heavily from her exertions. 

Instantly, galvanized into action by what he had just witnessed, Bob 
Greenwell stepped forward, eyes gleaming as he surveyed his prostrate 
mother's limp form. "Fuck my hot little wife," he snarled, "if you think you 
can get it up again ... I'll take care of my mother!" 

A murmur of surprise went through the Kellys, and George scrambled hastily 
to his feet. Where in hell had this punk come from? 

"Bob!" Nancy screamed, cringing before his enraged face. Was this only some 
horrible nightmare, or could it really be her son? Oh God, he was real 
enough and he had seen everything ... seen her being fucked like some bitch 
dog while at the same time she'd had Johnny's cock in her mouth! He was 
straddling her outstretched legs with his own legs planted wide apart and 
the bulge in the front of his slacks showed that her son was himself aroused 
from watching the debauchery that had just taken place. His own cock was 
rock-hard and ready! 

Indeed, as he looked down on his naked, frightened mother, Bob was swept by 
a sudden uncontrollable desire to ram his cock hard up into her exposed, 
defenseless cunt. His lust was rampant, threatening to overshadow his 
righteous indignation and all thoughts of possible retribution for her 
whorish acts. Just the thought of the way he had watched her handle the two 
men spurred his lust until her could contain himself no longer. She was his 
mother ... who the hell were these bastards to think they could pass her 
around between them? If anyone was going to fuck her tonight, it would be 
Bob Greenwell! Nancy suddenly burst into tears. "I couldn't help it, Bob ... 
Oh God!" 

"Shut up!" he cut off her rising hysteria with his sharp retort. "I want 
you, just like I've always wanted you. Now, I come here and I find you 
sucking cocks and sticking your ass up in the air like a goddamn whore. What 
am I supposed to think? What's a guy supposed to think when he catches his 
mother doing that?" 

"Darling, I can explain it ... I can explain everything, if you'll just 
listen to me!" 

"Shut up, cunt," Bob snapped savagely, slapping her white round buttocks. 
"Get your ass up there for me, like I saw it a few minutes ago ... We'll 
talk about it later, after I get through fucking you just like ol' grampa 
there!" 

"Oh, yes, Bob," Nancy choked hastily, scrambling up on all fours again in 
her anxiety to placate his wrath. As he dropped his pants, Bob smiled evilly 
... she was going to get the shit fucked out of her, whether she knew it yet 
or not! 

Nancy looked over her shoulder as her now-naked son bent down over her 
lewdly exposed buttocks and pussy. She was no longer afraid to see his 
penis. In fact, she stared at the long thick organ with growing fascination, 
as it jutted forward at the base of his flat stomach, above his heavy 
testicles. She would love the taste of it in her mouth, but apparently he 
did not want that now, for he was leaning over to inspect the still-dripping 
lips of her vaginal orifice, framed by the nut-brown curls of her pubic 
hair. 

Bob placed his hands on the twin moons of her trembling buttocks and 
stretched them apart. His eyes rested hungrily on the little puckered ring 
of Nancy's anus, nestled in her anal crevice just behind the rosy cuntal 
slit. God, it was a tiny asshole ... didn't look as if it would even take 
his little finger! As he surveyed the inviting plane of her open crotch, his 
eyes kept returning to the minute hole ... Goddam it, yes! 

Nancy waited for his entrance into her already stretched and lubricated 
pussy. She felt herself again growing hot with desire. She could take much 
more sex without tiring, now that she truly understood the intense pleasure 
to be gained from making love ... she liked to fuck. Shocking, perhaps, but 
it was true. She didn't even mind that Bob was only using her now to satisfy 
his rage, and not in a loving way. Even if he was going to be rough with 
her, she would welcome his mistreatment ... Oh, why didn't he hurry and 
enter her? She wanted cock, more cock ... filling her to bursting! 

Smiling as he thought of the way he would punish his erring mother, Bob 
moistened his middle finger in the dripping passage of her vagina. As he 
thrust it up into her passage, Nancy prepared for the even greater girth of 
her son's hot cock, squirmed with disappointment. The way she felt right 
now, it would probably take his balled fist to satisfy her raging hunger. 
Then, she caught her breath in startled surprise as he withdrew his 
now-lubricated middle finger and abruptly pressed it into the tight little 
hole of her rectum, barely pausing to tease the tantalizing area before he 
began to stretch the unyielding entrance. 

"Ooohhh!" she squealed, in shock and pain as he pressed forward and popped 
through the elastic ring that guarded the delicate little hole. "Oooh, stop, 
Bob! Please, no ... you can't!" 

She was totally unprepared for his attempted perversion. God, she remembered 
that when she was a girl in school there had been whispers, rumors, of such 
things happening, but Nancy had never really believed them. It was 
impossible ... a woman couldn't take a man's penis back there ... she would 
be torn apart! 

The pain from Bob's extended middle finger was bad enough. She tried to 
escape from the torture of the brutal, unnatural invasion, but moving around 
only made it worse. Now, he deliberately rubbed another finger through the 
moisture that seeped from her aroused cunt and then stretched the anal 
muscle to admit this second punishing width. His pretty victim moaned aloud. 

"You're hurting me! I can't take it ... I'm too small ... You'll kill me if 
you try!" 

The words changed to a long wailing cry as he sadistically flexed his 
fingers within the spongy depths of the virginal rectum and began to stretch 
her tiny rear entrance in preparation for his massive cock that he would 
soon insert up between his mother's nakedly cringing ass-cheeks. 

Nancy clenched the muscles of her quaking moon-like buttocks as she felt a 
new, rubbery hardness pressing tightly against her unwilling back passage. 
There was a second of acute agony as her son's lust-swollen penis suddenly 
popped through the tiny ring and slipped up into her rectum. God help her, 
he had it inside her now, he would kill her with it ... she could never take 
it! She moaned and moaned again as the pain spread through her cowering 
loins. 

But, Bob took no notice of her protests, he was far too intent on the 
maddening pleasure of feeling his cock gripped tightly by the warm 
constricting sheath. She was incredibly tight, but he'd get it all in there! 
He looked down with lust-glazed eyes at the sight of his own rigidly erect 
cock disappearing into his mother's tight little hole, sliding in farther 
and farther until at last his loins smacked up against her ass-cheeks and 
his balls dangled lewdly against her pussy. Seizing her hips firmly, he 
began to fuck her with short strokes that gradually lengthened and increased 
in speed. He thought he'd go out of his mind with the velvety clasping 
sensation of her rectum pulling obscenely on him as he pulled the other way. 

Nancy gasped with the unbelievable pleasure-pain as she knelt helplessly 
under his vicious invasion. At first she had felt nothing but excruciating 
hurt as his massively throbbing cock burst through the spongy resistant 
flesh and buried itself deep in the warm tight depths of her rectum. As he 
continued his merciless impaling thrusts she could feel his balls slapping 
against the moist, open lips of her vagina below, and suddenly the young 
mother began to derive a strange, masochistic satisfaction from her brutal 
sodomization. She was now actively taking part in a depravity which she had 
hardly dared to believe existed. It was actually being done to her ... and 
by her own son! 

Her moaning slackened with lust and as the pain steadily diminished in her 
anus she began to move her body rhythmically backward and forward in time 
with Bob's thrusts into her now-bucking ass-cheeks. The thought of this 
unnatural fucking which was being witnessed by the others sent licentious 
enjoyment pulsing through her lust-maddened body. She looked back under her 
body and again watched her breasts sway and jiggle just as they had done 
when George Kelly was mounting her from behind but this new attack seemed 
even more exciting ... more filling. She tried to visualize her son's raging 
penis as it slid ever deeper into the stretched mouth of her anus. 

"Oh ... God ... it feels so ... good," she panted to her son. "Oh ... oh, 
fuck me ... fuck my ass, Bob darling, fuck my ass!" 

The filthy words pouring from the lips of his beautiful dark-haired mother 
incited Bob beyond belief. He pummeled her incessantly with his rock-hard 
penis while Nancy begged for more and more of it. God, she was insatiable 
... never had he fucked a woman who could take him this way! He had just 
seen her go through one orgasm, could she have another one so soon? His own 
was getting closer and closer ... he could not keep up such a furious pace 
much longer, that was for sure ... he'd have to let go and blast her with 
his hot load of cum ... Jesus, he was going to squirt everything he had 
right up into her rectum ... at any moment now. 

Guttural, animalistic sounds burst from deep within Nancy's throat as her 
heaving, sweat soaked body jerked and convulsed in its rapid orgiastic 
rhythm as she screwed her buttocks back frantically on his hard driving 
cock, seeking to pull more and more of it up into her. Suddenly, the crazed 
young mother reached down between her legs and shoved a finger up into the 
patch of her brown pubic hair, and into her hotly streaming pussy. She 
gasped at the erotic sensation when she realized that through the thin wall 
separating her rectum and vagina she could actually feel Bob's cock going in 
and out of her. As the fire in her wildly buffeted loins increased she 
rammed another finger up into the gaping crevice of her seething vagina, and 
then another, cramming them into the sticky warmth. She tried desperately to 
spread her legs wider apart to receive more of her son's sodomizing cock and 
at the same time drive her fingers deeper up into her pussy ... And then, it 
happened again! 

Bob felt his mother's buttocks begin to contract as he held them in his big 
hands. While her ass-cheeks milked him frantically, he watched the thick 
white liquid ooze from her quivering cunt and trickle downward to bathe his 
cock as it slid in and out of her tight little rectum. Trickles of it ran 
down the lovely columns of her thighs. 

"I'm cummmiiinnnggg!" she wailed, for the second time that evening. 
"Ooooooh," Bob groaned in mounting ecstasy. "Hold on ... I'm cumming, 
too...!" 

When it came, it was the swiftest, most complete emptying of his hot male 
seed he'd ever known. The pressure in his balls and cock was unbelievable as 
the white-hot liquid began to jet from him and spray high up in the spongy 
depths of her back passage. He filled her and the excess fluid ran down and 
dripped from her asshole, coating his cock with its pungent smelling 
slippery wetness. When his jerking penis had completed its last deposit of 
cum and, milked dry, began to go soft and flaccid, he at last withdrew from 
his mother's stretched anal opening with a small popping sound. Nancy 
pitched forward in exhaustion. Her backside glistened, pink flesh gleaming 
open between her exhausted legs as her satiated body relaxed at last. 

What a woman! Bob thought proudly of his mother's performance as he 
stretched out exhaustedly beside her. 

On the far side of the room, he could see Judy down on her hands and knees, 
giving head to the tomato-crested cock of George Kelly while he sprawled 
obscenely back in his wingbacked chair, his anxious young nephew 
masturbating himself slowly as he stood idly by awaiting his own turn. 
Yessir, Bob smiled smugly, things are going to be a little different from 
now on! 

EPILOGUE Bob Greenwell looked up from his law book just in time to see 
another grimace cross his young wife's pretty features. "How far apart are 
the pains now, honey?" he queried concernedly. 

"About ten minutes," Judy smiled bravely. "Reckon we ought to call Mom?" 
Judy shook her head, no. "Let her work, Bob ... There's nothing she can do 
about this." 

"Well, then, how's about grabbing your bag and heading for the hospital?" 

"I think that'd be a good idea, Bob," she admitted, struggling to a sitting 
position on the edge of the couch. 

It took only a few minutes to get Judy safely bundled in the car, and as Bob 
slid in behind the wheel he reached across to lovingly pat the bulge beneath 
her carcoat. "Well, baby," he announced, "this is it ... Let's hope the 
first one's a boy!" 

"As soon as I go into labor, then you can call Nancy," Judy reflected as he 
started the engine. "She's done so much for us these past few months." 

"Especially these past few weeks, since you've been out of action," Bob 
winked. "Yeah," Judy sighed as they stopped for a traffic light. "Well, this 
girl's going to be back in circulation before you know it," she said. "In 
fact, I'm thinking about trying my hand at Kelly's Green Room as soon as I 
get my shape back." The words had no sooner left her lips than her face 
screwed up in another terrible grimace. 

"How far, now?" Bob asked, pressing down a little harder on the accelerator. 
"Eight minutes." 

Four minutes later, Bob brought the car to a smooth halt in front of Oakland 
General. Judy looked over at him and forced a pretty pair of dimples. "I've 
been thinking, darling," she sighed, "with both Nancy and me working, you 
could just drop law school and become a man of leisure." 

"Not on your life, baby," he beamed, springing around to open the door for 
her. "Suit yourself, silly," she said. 


THE END
