Dottie's Clever Collie
[aka 'Dottie Delivers']
by Vickie Keller


FOREWORD 

In the last few years literally thousands of books and articles have been 
written about sexual problems, their causes and solutions. A recent 
(December 1972) article in Cosmopolitan magazine titled "I Was Frigid" is 
but one of many explanations of that uncomfortable state. This particular 
article suggests that women who are brought up to be "good girls" find it 
difficult later in life to relax and enjoy the pleasures of sex. Their early 
training has sunk in so well that, although they experience sexual 
encounters as adults, their consciences put a stopper on the ultimate 
release. 

In Dottie's Clever Collie, Miss Keller has described a similar situation but 
with a very different conclusion. Perhaps not psychologically sound, yet 
very believable to some of us, the chief character is a woman of forty-five 
with one child, a thirteen-year-old son. The relationship between them 
becomes very intense,, and resolves the woman's sexual needs in an unusual 
manner. At the same time die develops a growing ability to make life conform 
to her fantasies rather than the other way around. 

Eventually this Dottie Barnett comes to believe in her own rationalizations, 
deepening the split between wishes and reality. Does she come to grief over 
her departure from conventional morality? No indeed, because Miss Keller 
carefully draws no moral conclusions, only what Dottie would call realistic 
ones. 

Perhaps the entire book is a bit of fantasy on the author's part, but such 
is the stuff of which fiction is made. One of the more interesting aspects 
of the plot is the fact that the heroine, if we can call her that, is a 
rather overweight woman with a plain face. This seems to imply that not only 
the young and beautiful can find happiness on their own terms, but there is 
more to it than that. The world is full of Dottie Barnetts, at least as she 
appears in the opening chapters, who yet have physical and mental drives as 
strong as any slim young model. 

If ordinary outlets are denied them, these drives can still find 
satisfaction though perhaps in bizarre and other ways. 

The subject, of course, is the forbidden one: incest. No attempt is made 
here either to glorify or condemn, but merely to admit that it exists. Any 
juvenile authority can confirm that there are many more instances of incest 
than we dare let ourselves realize, and perhaps a bland admission in 
fictional form might help others to come to terms with their lives. 


CHAPTER ONE 

She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. 

The sight of it, nestled plumply between his thighs as he sprawled on the 
cement, filled her mouth with saliva and made her hands itch to hold it. 
Dottie forced her eyes away, blinked in the moonlight, and then had to look 
back. She couldn't believe he was already old enough, big enough, to have 
such a wonderful desirable penis. Her uncontrollable thoughts reminded her 
that it was only yesterday-it seemed like yesterday-that she'd diapered him 
and toilet-trained him, holding his little weewee patiently while he stood 
pot-bellied in front of the cold white porcelain basin. And now he was 
almost a man. 

Her eyes ran lovingly over his sturdy frame, from the blond cowlick that 
exasperated him so, down the broad shoulders and wedge-like body, slim hips 
and sturdy legs. His feet, she realized with a shock of surprise, were 
bigger than hers, the toes curling as they gripped the cement apron of the 
pool. The moonlight glinted on his crest of hair and made diamonds out of 
the drops of water that stood out on his sleek tanned skin. He was talking, 
seemingly unselfconscious, laughing at a joke as if he went skinny-dipping 
every night of his life. 

Dottie knew she was a little drunk. She had to be or she never would have 
gone along with this idiotic prank. Everyone had been drinking, at least 
everyone but Davey, and in spite of a few squeals of protest, they'd shed 
their clothes readily enough. Some of the other women, she thought 
defensively, were as old and out of shape as she was, and they didn't mind 
being seen naked. All the same, she'd found this rather dark corner next to 
a redwood lounge, in the hopes that her big breasts and full belly wouldn't 
be completely visible. The moon would go under a cloud soon and then die 
could dip quietly into the deep end the pool and hide herself. 

The others were splashing and giggling and called out. "No fucking in the 
pool," an anonymous voice said. "Don't pollute the water!" 

This remark was received with catcalls and cries of "Spoil-sport!" Even in 
the dark Dottie blushed, wondering what her thirteen-year-old son thought of 
that. 

In all the confusion nobody came looking for her, but that didn't surprise 
Dottie. That was the way it always was. For once she was glad, because it 
meant she could watch Davey and adjust her mind to his new manhood. New to 
her, at any rate. 

It was because of Davey, she realized suddenly, that they'd been included in 
this party. Why, the way some of those women-women her own age-made over the 
boy, it was a miracle he wasn't totally spoiled. 

Dottie was sorry she'd gotten into a position like this. Aside from the 
unwelcome emotions she felt when she looked at her son, the sight of all 
those naked bodies was most upsetting. Plunging and diving, swimming and 
splashing, clinging and kissing-it was almost more than she could take. One 
couple stood in the shallow end, their wet bodies pressed tightly together, 
his face plastered on hers in a deep-tongued thrusting kiss. Water streamed 
from their bodies as her breasts flattened against his broad chest. Dottie 
felt her own cunt begin to grow warm and damp as she imagined herself part 
of that passionate embrace. They had no shame, she thought indignantly. 
Chances were they weren't even married, at least not to each other. 

At the far end of the pool, another couple lay on a towel, locked in a tight 
embrace. They didn't seem to care that the swimming pool was completely 
open, not enclosed by walls or hidden from the public view in any way. Of 
course the site was secluded but even so, anyone could find their way down 
the narrow mountain road. But as she watched them, Dottie too forgot about 
the obvious dangers. The man, deeply tanned and muscular, shoved back a 
shock of black hair and laughed. He was holding his partner down easily with 
one hand and the weight of his body, and teasing her with quick darting 
kisses all over her pretty face. The moonlight showed them quite clearly, 
the muscles in his strong back and flat ass tensing as he shoved forward 
against her pale squirming body. He shifted then, holding her shoulders down 
with his hands as he bent his head over her breasts. Pale and firm as if 
sculptured of fine white marble, the round orbs were tipped with wide 
areolas and erect tits, looking almost an inch long. The moonlight bleached 
them of color and they looked darker than normal against the glimmering 
white flesh. 

Dottie recognized them. The man's name was Paul and as far as she knew, he 
was unmarried. But Evelyn had a husband, a stoutish cheerful man. He was 
nowhere in sight. 

Still laughing, Paul bent his head over the upstanding tits and sucked one 
into his wet red mouth. Evelyn responded with a sighing groan that could be 
heard over the babbling voices and sounds of splashing water. "Ohhh, 
darling," she murmured. 

Raising his head, he traced circles with his tongue around both full 
breasts, his tongue shooting out to touch and tantalize each tit in turn. 

Dottie's body ached and trembled as if it were her pliant body dominated by 
his hard frame, as if her already erect tits were receiving that electric 
kissing and sucking. Her hips twitched and the juices from her pussy oozed 
out onto her flabby thighs. Without realizing it, she moved her ass in small 
forward circles, scraping her buttocks against the rough cement. 

Oh, life is too unfair! Why should Evelyn be getting those hot thrills and 
fantastic sensations? She had a husband of her own, she didn't need a lover 
too. While I've been cheated of my natural rights, this woman isn't content 
with one man. It's simply maddening, infuriating! 

Her breath rasped heavily as Paul's tongue moved on down, caressing the taut 
white rib cage, dipping quickly into the darkness of the navel. Dottie held 
her breath as she waited to see what he would do next. Surely, surely he 
wouldn't- 

And he didn't, to her mixed approval and disappointment. It wasn't that she 
wanted to see him lick and suck that hairy mound, cream the pink-flanged 
ragged lips with his hot tongue, thrust his strong mouth against the wet 
quivering cunt-No, she didn't want to watch that, it would be too much. 
Besides, she thought belatedly, that's perversion-what would Davey think? 

She tore her eyes away from the fascinating spectacle long enough to take a 
quick glance at her son. He, too, was turned toward that end of the pool, 
watching intently. He knows, she thought, he knows all about it! And why 
not, he's almost a man! 

And now Paul had raised his torso, his hips poised above the plump white 
belly with its protruding triangle of dark curly hair. His hands slid under 
her ass, pulling it up and toward him. Evelyn wasn't struggling any more, 
she lay still as if mesmerized, looking up at his rugged tanned face. The 
only sound she made was a sharply indrawn breath. But all the same her hips 
were raised and positioned, her knees cocked wide on either side of his lean 
body. 

Dottie shifted her position a little for a better view. Now she could see 
the hard column of flesh that jutted from his hairy crotch, its rosy color 
darkened by the moonlight but still gleaming from the moisture at its tip. 
He shoved forward and the stiff cudgel pressed against the woman's moist 
quivering cunt, and inched its way between the inner lips that opened like 
the petals of a flower. Dottie couldn't really see all that well, but her 
imagination, fevered by her excited inflamed senses, supplied the details. 

Paul hunched forward, his back muscles straining, and slowly the powerful 
cock disappeared between the red inner labia. With a last determined flick, 
he buried his swelling organ inside her warm, receptive womb. 

Dottie's body jerked back and forth in the same rhythm as he fucked Evelyn 
with short hard strokes. Her hands clutched the insides of her thighs, 
feeling the dampness that oozed from her hot hungry cunt. She still had 
enough self-control-though barely-to keep her hands away from her swollen 
clit. Then Paul surged forward, changing to a deep plunging motion that 
surely sent the base of his prick against Evelyn's clit. Jealousy and 
passion fought for dominance in Dottie's uneasy mind, as she imagined 
herself the willing partner in the orgiastic action. She tried to look away, 
to break the spell, one part of her mind alarmed that some of the others 
would see and correctly interpret her fascinated gaze. But it was as if her 
eyes were glued to the writhing ecstatic bodies across the pool. 

Paul stiffened and his back rippled as he fought to bring on her orgasm as 
well as his own. Evelyn clutched him convulsively, her legs swinging up so 
the ankles locked themselves over his back and their bodies were so 
entwined, they seemed like one frantic, pulsing organism. Then he let out a 
sigh, almost a groan, and fell against her soft body. 

It ended all too quickly for Dottie, but when she saw those unmistakable 
signs of their cum, her own tense body felt rippling waves sweep over it. 
Panting and gasping, she licked her dry lips in a parody of their ecstasy. 
It was as if she'd been under a spell, and after her orgasm broke she looked 
around quickly, ashamed and self-conscious again. But evidently she was not 
the only one to watch; all around her, she heard sighs and quickly stifled, 
moans. Then the splashing and conversations began again, at a higher, more 
frantic pitch. 

As if on cue, the moon slid under clouds and the scene darkened. Dottie got 
up quickly and plunged into the water, swimming strongly to ease her cramped 
arms and legs and to wash away the still exciting memories. The pool was 
crowded but she managed to avoid the other wet moving bodies for several 
satisfying lengths untU her muscles relaxed and her mind eased itself. Some 
of the crowd were beginning to climb out of the pool and talk about 
going-home. She personally thought it was high time; enough was enough. 

The whole crazy affair had begun at a cocktail party, one she was surprised 
to be invited to and almost didn't attend. She'd lost the knack of light 
conversation and sociability in the two years since George left her, and had 
no particular desire to relearn it. She and Davey spent their summers at the 
family cabin high in the Arizona mountains, and she'd thought Davey enjoyed 
it as much as she did. He spent a lot of time at the Hualapai Lodge a mile 
down the road, and it was from there he brought home the invitation for the 
two of them. 

Dottie had smiled and said, "Oh, I don't think so, honey." 

Then Davey flared up. 

"You may like playing some kind of martyr," he said bitterly, with teenage 
drama, "but I don't! Come on, Mom, fix yourself up for once and have some 
fun!" 

She was so startled that she agreed instantly, not giving herself the time 
to think. She spent the afternoon trying to do something with her hair, 
sun-frazzled and wispy; looking for a suitable dress; manicuring her unkempt 
nails. Davey'd given her a new view of herself, one she didn't particularly 
like. Had she really been acting like a martyr? It wasn't very pleasant to 
think about. But the worst was the thought of Davey moving away from her in 
his mind, losing the total adoration and loyalty which were her main 
emotional props. 

Determined to change all that, she walked to the big lodge with her son and 
discovered his new friends were really quite pleasant. She had the feeling 
that Davey had enlisted their help-after all, they were closer to her age 
than his-to bring her out of herself, and she knew she had to do her part. 

Several martinis later, she decided the group was both delightful and 
charming. She began to enjoy herself, particularly when some of the men paid 
her compliments and gave her attention. 

There was something exhilarating about the contrast between the sparkling 
group of well-dressed men and women, and the dark, thickly wooded 
mountainside behind them. She appreciated the clear bright night as never 
before, and found the "small talk" coming to her easily. Davey's right! Why 
should I bury myself like this just because George turned out to be a 
two-timing bastard! She even went so far as to invite the group to her cabin 
a few days later, for drinks and a chili supper. 

After that, she could hardly say no when someone suggested a midnight swim. 
It was Evelyn, she recalled, who suggested it, and her husband heartily 
insisted. 

"None of you have seen our new summer house," he said. "We've got a pool you 
wouldn't believe! A nice dip's just what we need." 

The drunken group, about a dozen of them, piled into cars and sped along the 
curving red dirt road. Dottie never did see the inside of the house, 
although it looked magnificent-a sprawling adobe with tall windows 
reflecting a black glitter. They headed directly for the pool, where 
everybody dropped their clothes in the darkness and plunged into the 
coolness of the water. They left the underwater lights turned off but the 
moon gave all the illumination they could want. 

Dottie felt reckless and brave as she stripped off her pink cotton dress, 
her slip and bra and girdle and nylons. The night air was warm on her naked 
body and it felt better than she'd anticipated. The gin circled hotly in her 
veins, lending her an unnatural bravado. 

Of course she hadn't expected the sex scenes, but when she tried to work up 
some moral indignation, it was no use. What had happened had happened, and 
it hadn't hurt her or Davey, not really. Her imagination was still stirred 
by what she'd seen. 

Even the swim didn't sober her up completely and she felt reluctant to leave 
the delicious caress of the water. As she pulled herself up by the coping, 
an even more delicious touch made her heart pound and her breath come 
heavily. Something brushed her thigh and then a hand clasped her warmly 
around her naked waist. 

"Enjoying yourself?" came the intimate whisper. 

"Oh, yes!" She smiled and peered through the darkness. It was Frank, 
Evelyn's plump, cheerful husband, her host. There was something contagious 
about his smile and general air of well-being. 

"Why not?" she said recklessly. "It's been a lot of fun." 

The water seemed to push her closer to him, until she felt his stout chest 
and hips warm against her side. She knew she ought to move away, but it 
didn't seem that important. Besides, she reasoned, his wife had been fucking 
somebody; maybe he needed a little comforting. 

Frank chuckled. His hand moved down to cup her ass and he put his face in 
the warm hollow of her neck. "Ummmm, you smell nice," he said 
appreciatively. "Like a real woman." 

She swayed around until she was facing him partially, and her tits brushed 
against his broad chest. She liked a man with something to him, she thought 
dreamily. Skinny men didn't appeal to her. You could put your head on 
Frank's shoulder and feel protected, surrounded by his maleness. Not that 
she ever would, but it didn't hurt to dream a little.... 

Her reverie was broken by a loud splash, the water rising up to choke her 
nostrils and mouth. "Mom!" Davey's voice was urgent. "Mom, it's time to go 
home." 

The boy slid a hand around her waist, shoving Frank's arm aside. Why, he's 
jealous, she thought with amusement. Then the hand clutched her flesh and a 
small thrill shot through her. He was pulling her closer to him, away from 
Frank's insecure grasp. 

"Listen, Mom," he said, his breath warm in her ear. "You'd better get out of 
the pool right away." 

"Why?" But even as she asked, through her annoyance the voices of the others 
penetrated her mind. 

"Our clothes!" 

"But they must be here!" 

"I know I left mine right by this chair. Damn it, what happened to them?" 

"My purse is gone too, my jewelry!" 

They must all be really drunk, she thought, but reluctantly left the comfort 
of the pool and the two males, one on either side. The three of them climbed 
out hastily and Dottie for the first time completely forgot about her 
nudity. All around them were exclamations of distress. 

"Is this your idea of a joke, Frank?" a voice demanded. 

"No, no," he said. "The clothes have to be right here. Damn it, if this is a 
practical joke, I for one don't think it's funny!" 

Dottie looked stupidly at her son. "What's going on, Davey?" 

As he had in the pool, he came closer and put his arm around her waist. All 
of a sudden she realized her responsibilities as a mother. They shouldn't be 
here, she and Davey! But she didn't know whether to shove him away, to 
protect the mother-son relationship they'd always had, or pull him closer to 
comfort him. 

The voices sounded angry now as they ranged farther from the pool, evidently 
still not discovering their belongings. 

"What's going on?" she repeated. 

"I dunno, Mom, it looks like somebody made off with all our clothes." 

Anger welled in her at the thought of her own irresponsibility, landing 
herself and Davey in such a predicament. At the same time she was altogether 
too much aware of her pendulous breasts drooping down, and of Davey's 
clutching embrace, and of the nearness of her large tits to his hard young 
hand. Confused not only by the situation but by her own emotions, she looked 
at the boy. 

Just then the moon sailed out from its cloud cover and lighted the scene. A 
dozen angry people searched vainly, fumbling in the shadows. But there was 
not a shoe, nor a bra, nor a purse or a pair of pants in sight. Nothing was 
there but the pool and its furniture, the graveled desert garden, the long 
expanse of concrete walk. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They were high on the side of a nameless mountain, at the level where the 
aspens grew. A chilly breeze set the silver-green leaves dancing in the 
moonlight. The same breeze whispered coldly on the naked flesh that adorned 
the poolside, raising goose bumps and starting teeth to chatter. Sobriety 
came suddenly, not only to Dottie but to the others as they began to realize 
that their clothes had indeed disappeared, totally and mysteriously. 

Evelyn giggled. "Ghosts! It must be ghosts!"...." or maybe the hermit that's 
supposed to live on top of the mountain," Frank said doubtfully. "I never 
really believed in him, but now, maybe...." 

"I didn't hear a sound!" 

"Neither did I!" 

A woman named Grace spoke up. "Anyhow, they're sure as hell gone. You'd 
better find us something to put on, Evvie." 

"My keys," Evelyn said faintly. "They were in my purse, and it's gone." 

"Mine were in my pants pocket," Frank said grimly. 

"So break a window!" 

Regretfully, Frank shook his head. "We've got the best burglar system money 
can buy. If you all want the sheriff's deputies up here " 

Some of them didn't care, but most were horrified at the thought. The local 
residents knew how fast the story would spread, and how it would be 
exaggerated and distorted in the telling. Al, who managed the only gas 
station in the mountains, groaned out loud. "I'd never hear the end of it," 
he said. Sam, who owned a small grocery store, agreed. 

"Then what do you suggest?" The voice out of the darkness dripped with 
venom. "I for one don't intend to walk into the Lodge mother naked!" 

"I shouldn't think you'd care," Al's wife said maliciously. "That bikini you 
wear all the time hardly-" 

It looked as if the party would dissolve into pointless bickering, but just 
then Davey walked into the group and said excitedly, "Look! I found this 
along the road, and this!" 

In one hand he held a stout white cotton bra that Dottie recognized as hers; 
in the other, a triangular red scarf. "I think he-whoever it was-threw the 
clothes all down the road. Let's get going and look for the rest of them!" 

Dottie claimed her bra and put it on. Somehow it made her feel even more 
naked, to wear that and nothing else. 

Frank's brain began to work again. "My car key's in the ignition," he said. 
"I'll try to aim the headlights at the sides of the road, Davey, if you'll 
do the hunting." 

The boy tied the red scarf around his waist, the point hanging down in 
front. They all crowded into the one car, piling on top of each other, and 
started the slow process of zigzagging down the narrow mountain road. Davey 
trotted ahead, going from side to side as he found bits of clothing tossed 
into the weeds alongside. 

Some of the men might have helped him, thought Dottie resentfully, and then 
she forgot about it as another thought struck her. Unlike herself, unlike 
what she would have expected, her son was fully, completely tanned! There 
should have been an area of white skin across his buttocks, where his swim 
trunks protected him, but that area was as tanned as the rest! The 
implications of this stunned her. Certainly he wore or carried his swim 
trunks every day when he left home, and certainly he brought them back to 
the cabin and hung them outside to dry. But just as certainly, he hadn't 
been wearing them whenever-and wherever-he went to swim. 

"Ummm, what a sweet little ass," a woman said. 

"Don't you just know it," another voice agreed, sounding as if she had a 
mouth full of saliva. 

No, no! Dottie screamed silently. He's only thirteen years old! There must 
be-there has to be-some other explanation! 

The wisp of cloth protected him in front, but from the rear they could see 
the smoothly working muscles of his buttocks. And when he bent, triumphantly 
to pick up another article of clothing, his asscheeks separated. His young, 
lightly haired balls and tip of his penis stood out in the revealing glare 
from the headlights. Dottie herself felt a thrill of pure lust when she 
looked at that handsome young body, and she could imagine what the other 
women were thinking and feeling. 

Dottie had crowded into the car with the rest of them, all attention 
centered at that moment on finding their clothes. But her recognition of 
Davey's sexuality reminded her suddenly of her own position, of her naked 
body brushing against others equally naked. She was in the front seat 
sitting on Sam's lap, and the thought of seeing him the next day in the 
grocery made her giggle. "Five pounds of sugar, please Mr. Finley." 

"Certainly, Mrs. Barnett." She sat partially sideways to keep out of the 
driver's way, and her broad ass spread itself on his crotch. 

And of course the driver, Frank, couldn't help but brush his shoulder 
against her low-swaying tits now and then. She looked down and saw them rise 
and harden from her suddenly erotic thoughts. She felt a warm stirring in 
the pit of her belly and wondered if she could wrench her thoughts away from 
sex before her too-ready cunt began to ooze its slow juices onto Sam 
Finley's thighs. 

"Look, everybody!" Davey appeared at the car window with both arms full of 
clothing. "That joker must have gotten tired of his game and dumped the 
rest. There's more right over there." The car doors swung open and the crowd 
leaped out eagerly, grabbing at bits and pieces of clothing and dressing 
themselves haphazardly. Not everything was there but they found at least 
enough to cover their nakedness, making it possible for the visitors to walk 
into the Lodge and the locals to slip into their own front doors. And both 
Evelyn and Frank recovered their house keys thankfully. 

Once the worst was over it all began to strike them as comical, and they 
kidded and joked about it. "If-you weren't a sight, Mary!" 

"How about yourself!" 

"Whoever did that sure had a strange sense of humor, the bastard." 

"Bet he was hiding in the bushes watching us. Must have been the hermit!" 

Dottie didn't think it was funny. She was disturbed by the prank, wondering 
who played it and for what purpose, and most of all by the new recognition 
of her own sexuality, especially in relation to her son. 

She knew what was going to happen when she got home. 

No matter how hard die tried to avoid it, to control her emotions, to tell 
herself what she did was wicked and she should be ashamed of herself, the 
temptation was beyond resisting. It had been going on for over a month now, 
and she knew that her overheated body craved release-at whatever cost. 

She turned down the offer of a nightcap at the Lodge. The others were still 
keyed up by the ludicrous and potentially dangerous incident, they wanted to 
talk and release some of the pent-up energy. So did Dottie-but in her own 
way. 

"We'd better get home, Davey. Time you were in bed." 

They trudged up the slight slope in the moonlight without conversation. 
Naturally Dottie wondered what her son was thinking, and she knew that 
sooner or later she'd have to ask him about a lot of things. How well he 
knew these people, for instance. And about his all-over suntan, for another. 
But she didn't want to think about all that at the moment, she had something 
else on her mind. 

Davey's dog Lad heard them coming and barked shrilly, as collies do. He 
leaped on them as they entered the gate, his long tongue licking their faces 
wetly. 

After Davey was in bed, his mother built a small fire and sat in front of it 
wearily. It was only eleven o'clock-how could so much have happened in such 
a short time? Lad lay on the floor at her feet, his trusting brown eyes 
fixed on her. He knew what was coming, or at least he had hopes. 

The instant Dottie stirred in her chair, Lad leaped to his feet and watched 
her anxiously. She gave in to her perverse desires with a sigh, just as 
she'd known she would. Standing in front of the fire, she slowly unbuttoned 
the now wrinkled pink dress. With leaden fingers, half unwillingly, she 
unhooked her white cotton bra and tossed it to the sofa. Her slip had been 
one of the items that were never found, but she wore her panty girdle and 
stockings with runs in them. 

She padded in her stocking feet over to the big mirror and looked in it 
critically. She couldn't help it because she was a big woman, now slightly 
overweight and more than slightly sagging! But she was all woman, she 
thought, raising her big breasts on the palms of her hands. The chill in the 
air and her own touch made the tits come erect, standing out against the 
goose-pimpled skin. Her thickened waist and wide hips were made for 
child-bearing, but Davey was the only one she'd ever had. 

The collie walked over to her, his toenails clicking on the hardwood floor, 
his tongue extended and wet with saliva. He came up behind her and whined as 
he shoved his long nose against her ass, trying to separate her legs with 
it. 

"Just a minute, Lad," she said, patting his golden ruff. 

She looked at herself in the mirror, dressed only in the tight girdle and 
bedraggled nylons, and thought of the slim young girl who'd replaced her in 
her husband's life. She tried to remember what the girl looked like, and 
instantly all the details of that horrible afternoon came flooding back in 
her mind. 

She'd been visiting her sister in Tucson and she came home a day early, 
tired of visiting, lonesome for George and Davey-her two men, as she used to 
like to call them. The house was tidy and quiet except for the hum of the 
air-conditioner. Dottie slipped off her shoes and walked into the bedroom, 
thinking of a cool shower and a rest. After that, she'd cook a very special 
dinner and surprise George when he came home from the office. 

But the surprise was Dottie's. 

Though the bedroom draperies were closed against the hot summer sun, enough 
light filtered through so she could see the dim shapes intertwined on the 
bed. My own bed, she recalled bitterly, and that seemed to make it worse. 

George was lying back against the pillows, a look of exquisite agony 
distorting his face. His hands were clenched tightly on the sheets. Dottie 
never did see the girl's face, but die saw all that was necessary. The fall 
of pale golden hair, the gleaming smoothness of satiny white skin, the busy 
hands and mouth in George's crotch, her paleness contrasting boldly with his 
tan and the crisp matting of curly black pubic hairs. The smell of sex was 
heavy in the room, defying the powers of the air-conditioner to cleanse and 
remove it. 

Dottie stared in fascination at George's tumescent cock. He had a hard-on 
she never would have thought possible at his age-after all, he was 
forty-five, and she could remember all too well his fumbling attempts to 
penetrate her cunt with his half-limp dick. But at that moment his stiff 
cudgel rose high, arching over his belly, its head rosily dark, gleaming at 
the tip with moisture. The girl crouched over him, her hands underneath his 
ass and reaching up to squeeze and fondle his swollen balls. The fall of her 
hair hid her face, but Dottie could plainly see the long pink tongue that 
stretched out as if delicately tasting, licking the drop of sperm from the 
blood-gorged tip. Then with a swift movement the girl slid her hands out and 
one came up to slip back the foreskin while she leaned forward and licked 
avidly. 

Her tongue, juicy with saliva, started at the base and ran slowly the full 
length of the quivering hard penis, leaving a silvery trail on the stretched 
white skin and bulging rosy head. It brought a deep groan from George's 
drawn mouth and his hands dropped the sheet to stroke the girl's arched 
back. 

Dottie was hardly in the bedroom three minutes but later she could recall 
the most minute details-from the pale pink of the lacy underthings on the 
carpet, to the moony glisten of the girl's oval fingernails, to the blissful 
smile that spread over her husband's face. 

As it happened, the girl's hot tongue brought his cum on while his shocked 
wife watched. Instantly the rosy mouth clamped around the burgeoning 
instrument, and Dottie could imagine the convulsive swallows from the 
twitching of her back. The memory was still both shocking and exciting, and 
Dottie shivered as the collie nudged again at her buttocks. 

What a long way I've traveled! From being shocked at that-because Dottie 
herself would never have committed that perversion, never have clamped her 
own mouth around any man's penis, not even that of her own beloved husband. 
And now-here I am with my dog, looking forward every night to his lascivious 
beastly attentions! 

She turned away from the mirror and slowly rolled down her panty girdle, 
unfastening the garters and pulling off the ruined nylons. It had all begun 
so innocently, one night like this when she'd dozed off in front of the 
fire. In her sleep her legs had sprawled wide and she dreamed shockingly of 
some man kneeling there, some faceless lover who nuzzled at her naked crotch 
with his nose and chin, his hot wet mouth closing over the vibrant bud of 
her clitoris. But when she woke, there was no thrilling lover there, nobody 
and nothing but the dog. Trying to get her attention to let him out, he had 
poked his long snout in between her widespread knees. That had been enough 
to bring on the hungry passionate dreams. 

And afterward, when Lad came back in the cabin, she yielded to her body's 
hurting needs-with the collie's enthusiastic cooperation. 

Lad seemed to know what was expected of him right from the first. Now he 
nuzzled her anxiously, wanting to get on with the activities that evidently 
aroused him as much as they did his mistress. Once freed of her girdle, she 
relaxed into her rocker, scooting her ass down so her entire pubic area was 
presented to the long golden snout. Sitting on the base of her spine, her 
knees cocked wide, she spoke softly to the dog. 

"All right now, Lad, that's a good dog, all right now." 

He edged in closer, attracted not only by the familiarity of her pussy but 
by the odors he could detect. Sometimes she used her fingers, rubbing 
alongside her clit and stroking the labia, until she was excited and her 
fluids edged the red of her inner labia and attracted Lad's excited 
attention. But tonight there was no need of that. True, she'd swum after her 
involuntary, voyeuristic cum, and presumably the water would have washed 
away the traces and the scents. But she knew that the unavoidable thrill of 
sitting naked in the car, rubbing intimately with those naked male bodies, 
had made her hot again-hot enough to attract the collie's sensitive nose. 

The dog snuffled and poked his long slender nose in her crotch, just the tip 
of his tongue protruding from behind his white teeth. The feel of his cold 
muzzle in her intimate sensitive pussy made her shake with anticipation. 
"Come on qow, Lad," she all but whispered. And the dog responded eagerly. 
His tongue shot out-so rough and black!-and dripped saliva in the rough 
brownish hairs that covered her vaginal area. Then it found its target and 
rasped softly over her outer lips. The delicate pink flanges quivered 
luxuriantly and opened moistily. By flattening her breasts with her hands 
and sucking in the slight bulge of her belly, Dottie was able to peer down 
and see in close detail the exciting happenings at the base of her legs. She 
could watch the tongue caressing the inner lips now, its dark roughness 
against the shiny red mound of her clitoris, the skin seemingly stretched to 
its full capacity. Whenever the busy eager tongue swept her clit, a slow 
excitement began to build inside her. Feelings like small electrical shocks 
went through her and even her toes and fingertips curled in growing ecstasy. 

By moving her head slightly, she could see the dog's handsome body, his 
guard hairs almost sweeping the floor. And there between his hind legs was 
the evidence of his own excitement: his slender cock with its shiny red tip 
now extended, looking hard and sleek as if it were made from some shiny 
plastic. 

Some day ... Dottie couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, to 
have that slim dog's cock inside her own grasping cunt. She knew she'd do it 
some day, she knew she couldn't resist forever. At the very least she had to 
take it in her mouth, to try the taste and feel of it against the tongue's 
sensitivities, to suck it hard and long while he bucked frantically against 
her. She didn't know how she'd resisted so far, but she knew also that it 
wouldn't be long, that she was going to have to try it no matter what her 
mind told her about its immorality and perversity. 

She wondered what a man's tongue would feel like in her cunt. Would it have 
the same slick yet harsh abrasion against her delicate membranes? She 
thought again of her son Davey as she'd seen him this night. First the shock 
of realizing he was almost a man, and the uncontrollable physical longing 
that swept over her at the sight. Then the growing questions in her mind; 
had he already experienced sex at the tender age of thirteen? Had he 
actually had intercourse with one of those grown women at the party? Or 
maybe more than one? 

Squirming and panting as the collie homed in on her ravenous clit, she let 
her mind roam as uncontrollably as her body. Had Davey really fucked some 
other woman? She shoved further in her seat so the dog could reach the warm 
dampness between her asscheeks, that now ached so desperately. Some other 
woman? She wasn't yet ready to face what she meant by that. 

She couldn't stand it any longer! Closing her eyes, she caught hold of the 
dog's head and forced its nose further and further into her wet hot cunt. 
How she wished it were his shiny hard prick! But this would do, it would do 
until ... her thoughts became confused and she bounced back and forward, 
climbing that high orgasmic ladder, straining for her cum as the tongue 
lapped voraciously at her eager wet cunt. 

"Ohhh, Davey Davey Daveeyyy," she moaned, hardly knowing what she was saying 
or doing as the cum swept over her tense body, wave after wave of hot 
ecstatic release that dried her mouth and made her whole body shake 
frantically. 

As the waves subsided she became vaguely aware of a voice that echoed in her 
head. The dog backed away panting, and Dottie slowly opened her eyes to 
reality. 

"You were calling me," the voice said again, timidly but with a strange 
inflection. 

She looked up and saw Davey standing in the doorway. His hair was tousled 
with sleep and he rubbed his eyes as he spoke. But even so, Dottie could see 
where the fly of his pajamas was apart, the two sides separated by the 
hard-on that commanded her whole attention. How much had he seen? And what 
would he say or do about it? Dottie got up and walked toward her son, unable 
to stop herself from what she knew was going to happen. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The boy came forward to meet her, his arms outstretched. She hugged him 
close, noticing that at least he wasn't as tall yet as his mother. She held 
his hard young frame close to her, feeling the heat and pressure from his 
still-erect prick pressing into her thigh. She kissed the top of his head 
where the spiky blond cowlick refused to lie down. 

His arms were around her too, and his hands crossed low on her back, just 
above the swelling bulge of her ass. Then they slid lower, warmly cupping 
her ample buttocks and forcing her pelvis toward him. He was so strong! 

"Davey, Davey," she murmured, unable to express what she was thinking, even 
to herself. 

"I heard you call me," he said sleepily, and she remembered with a guilty 
pang that she had indeed called out his name in the heights of her orgasm. 
Suddenly Dottie realized that she was completely naked! It didn't seem so 
important as it would have yesterday, since he'd already viewed her nude at 
the swimming party. But his hands were kneading the bare flesh of her ass, 
and there was nothing little-boyish or sleepy about the way his naked cock 
shoved its pulsing warmth against her thigh. 

"Sorry, Davey," she said guiltily, "I guess I fell asleep and was dreaming." 

He pulled back and looked up at her, his blue eyes knowing. "You mean you 
were asleep when Lad was-?" 

The only reason he stopped, she felt sure, was because he lacked the 
vocabulary to describe what he'd seen. But that didn't matter because 
obviously, he fully understood its implications. Dottie didn't know what to 
say or do. In spite of her so-recent orgasm, she felt desire building again 
in her and her flesh tingled every place he'd touched her. "Did that bother 
you, Davey?" she said. 

"No ... not really." His young face was troubled. "But, Mom, if you'd only 
... I mean...." 

She thought she knew what he was going to say. In any case, she was 
absolutely sure about what she would do next. It was as if a voice spoke in 
her head, guiding her actions and words. At the same time it seemed as if 
part of her mind had shut down, the part that censored her actions and made 
her conform to a certain set of rules and behavior. Later she realized that 
her body had taken over, it was as simple as that. Her need was so great 
that the mind didn't have a chance. 

From the moment she'd seen the rosy shiny tip of his cock, peeking shyly out 
from his pajamas, she knew she had to have it in her mouth. Swallowing hard, 
she led the boy to the rocker where she'd been sitting and sat her big body 
on the hearth rug beside it. Still unsure of his ideas and previous 
experience-or lack of it-she knew she mustn't frighten him. 

"Do you mind seeing me like this, Davey?" 

"No, of course not, Mom." As if to reassure her, he reached out and squeezed 
her shoulder. But then it was as if his physical being, too, had a mind of 
its own. The sturdy boyish hand slipped on down to the side of her 
full-blown breast, feeling the swell of it and squeezing gently. 

"Davey," she began again, "you have a ha-you have an erection, did you know 
that?" 

He looked down and smiled at the sight of himself. "Of course I knew it, 
Mom, I woke up with it." 

"Does it hurt? That is, would you like me to-help?" 

His smile now was directed at her, the open sweet smile of a boy. "Ye-es," 
he said hesitantly, "if you really want to." 

Her mouth watered but she made herself move slowly. "Stand up," she said in 
a matter-of-fact voice, "and take your pajamas off." 

He did as she said and then she could see the full beauty of his cock. It 
hung between his thighs, almost as long as a man's but she thought she'd 
never seen a man's cock as smooth and fine skinned as that. The few hairs 
that surrounded it were pale gold and curly, and by tilting her head she 
could see the small swell of his testicles behind. She was glad she'd never 
had him circumcised, no matter how they'd argued at the hospital when he was 
born. She herself had taught him how to pull back the foreskin and clean 
himself, and at the moment it seemed only a natural extension of that 
motherly solicitude to do what she was about to do. 

"If I take it in my hands like this," she said, cradling its thick length in 
the palm of one hand, "and stroke it gently...." She couldn't say any more 
without spitting or swallowing, and even the corners of her mouth were damp. 

"I'll just-" she began in a strangled voice, and then bent over the 
blood-swollen instrument. Remembering that horrible girl who'd stolen her 
husband, she remembered too the vicarious thrill she'd felt at the sight of 
lascivious sucking and licking. They won't get Davey, at least! By "they" 
she meant all the other females in the world, and particularly the young 
girls who were out to get her men. If I keep Davey happy at home, he'll stay 
with me forever! 

Davey leaned back in the chair, not knowing what to say or do. He was scared 
and excited at the same time, and the two emotions fought for dominance. He 
had a normal young lustful love for his mother, made stronger by the absence 
of his father. In fact, he felt deserted every bit as much as Dottie did and 
his childish mind was filled with fantasies of revenge, and of taking his 
father's place. But over all these tumbled thoughts was the one over-riding 
consideration: the purely physical thrills he was experiencing at the 
moment. 

He looked down and watched his mother's fingers handling his cock so 
intimately, stroking it in a way he'd never dreamed of. Sure, he'd 
masturbated like the other boys, sometimes with them and sometimes alone. 
But then, he simply jerked hard on his whanger, trying to get off as soon as 
possible. This was altogether different, this had a subtlety and mystery 
that awed him almost as much as it thrilled him. 

He didn't know what to say so he kept quiet except for the sobbing breaths 
that broke from his mouth at intervals. His mother's tongue was so wet, so 
hot, so exciting! When she used it to stroke the underside of his cock, all 
the time fingering and caressing his inner thighs and his small young balls, 
he thought he'd go right out of his head! 

Davey knew he would cum any minute and then what would Mom think or do? Was 
that what she wanted to happen? He wasn't sure so he squirmed on his chair, 
trying to hold back the spurting climax. He looked at the sway of her big 
boobs and wished he could hold them, suck on them. His head swung from side 
to side in his delightful anguish. He could see Lad behind his Mom, licking 
her backside and whining. Swinging his head further, he got a shock. 

Was that a face peering at him through the window? It seemed for a moment 
that two piercing eyes met his own, and then the person-or vision-faded from 
sight. 

Dottie swayed back and forth, unaware of anything in the world except the 
hard tender flesh in her hands and mouth. She knew he was going to cum and 
she nerved herself for the moment. Would it be as it had been with George 
and the girl, a sudden hot white splash before she took it in her mouth? She 
didn't know and she didn't want to miss one drop of his precious fluid, so 
she clamped her whole mouth over the young prick. When .Davey moaned and 
shoved his hips forward, she knew she was exciting him so she slid her 
tongue up and down on the slender column of flesh, at the same time sucking 
avidly. She felt so hot herself that she wanted to swallow cock and all! 

But good old Lad was there behind her, poking at her buttocks. She went up 
on her knees and spread her legs so the dog could get his muzzle to its 
goal. Instantly she felt the rough warm tongue slurping down the crease of 
her ass, over the puckered asshole, to the fluttering vaginal lips. 
"Oooohhh," she moaned, and sucked Davey's dick with renewed vigor. 

The blood was pounding in Davey's ears and his mind was like a steaming 
swamp. Vaguely he heard a noise, as if the secret watcher had banged against 
the window pane. But it wasn't important, nothing was important except the 
feel of the warm mouth sucking wetly at his penis, and the stabbing thrills 
that shot up from his loins and electrified his whole body. 

He got that special feeling in his balls, a sort of tightening and 
gathering, that he already knew meant he was going to cum. And then the 
spasms went through him and he clutched at his mother's head, twisting the 
sun-bleached strands tightly around his fingers. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" He'd never cum like this before, with the ecstasy of the wet 
mouth still sucking hotly at his little prick. Davey twisted and turned in 
his seat, his heart tripping fast and filling his ears with the pounding of 
blood. It was better than great, it was fantastic, unbelievable! He moaned 
louder and then slumped back, so drained of energy he could only gasp like a 
beached fish. 

Dottie felt the thin stream shoot into her mouth and swallowed hungrily, her 
mouth and tongue still working to drain the last bittersweet drops from his 
jetting prick. Her hungry gullet took it all and wished for more, as for the 
first time she tasted the acrid, steamy flavor of a male's jism. She knew 
she had to let him go, he was done! But her cunt still throbbed 
unmercifully, demanding release. 

Reluctantly she let the limp prick slide over her semen-stained lips, and 
sank back on her heels. She shifted her ass so one heel was probing upward 
into her fluttering labia-but that wasn't enough! 

Remembering Lad, she turned gladly to the dog. Gone was all fear of having 
Davey see her erotic behavior with the collie-her need was more important 
than anything else. She spread her legs wide and spoke to the animal. "All 
right, Lad, come on." 

Davey watched wide-eyed as his furry pet crawled between his mother's legs. 
The long wet tongue shot out to lap at the steaming crotch, as Dottie lay on 
her back and cocked her legs. Her posture, plus the heavy scent of sex in 
the air, brought back to the boy every tale he'd heard whispered about sex. 
His prick began to swell again as his imagination added force to his small 
store of knowledge. He'd heard of sucking and fucking, but until this moment 
he hadn't really known what it meant. Now he wondered; could he fuck his 
mother? He stared into the molten depths of her, where the black tongue 
slavered busily, and his own mouth became as wet as the dog's. Could he join 
in the fun? Did he dare? 

"Mama," he whimpered like a small boy, "Mama...." 

Dottie heard but it was too late at the moment. Her big rawboned body heaved 
in a convulsive spasm as the continued wet stroking of her clit brought on 
the final contractions. She panted and gurgled happily, relieved at last of 
the pressures that were beginning to dominate all her waking hours. 

This time it was Dottie who thought she saw movement at the uncurtained 
window of the cabin. 

Her sex-dulled mind moved sluggishly and by the time her eyes were focused, 
the shadow was gone. "Davey! I thought I saw-" 

The boy followed her gaze. "OOHhhh! Did you see someone too, Mom?" 

Dottie got up hastily and ran to the bedroom for her robe. "Put your clothes 
on-I mean your pajamas, Dave. I'm not sure, but-" she called over her 
shoulder. 

He scrambled hastily into his pajamas. Why does this have to happen now, 
just when ... when I'm having such a good time? All the windows had inside 
shutters, and he went from one to the other, pulling them closed and 
fastening the catches. Dottie came out in her robe and helped him. 

"What did you see, Dave?" All Dottie's fears came flooding back. She might 
have thought it was imagination, but for what happened earlier. It certainly 
wasn't her imagination that their clothes had vanished, and been found 
mischievously scattered along the road. Whoever did that had certainly been 
watching silently, with what motives she couldn't even guess. Everything 
she'd ever heard or read about peeping Toms and sex maniacs came back to her 
mind, and she shivered in sudden panic. She wasn't a nervous or imaginative 
woman, and her size alone had usually been all the protection she needed. 
She looked to be-and was-strong and capable. Still, she knew that made 
little difference in this isolated spot, and no difference at all to a 
maniac. She'd read somewhere that some types of insanity could make a person 
abnormally strong. 

"Anyhow, whoever it is, he can't get in here," she said firmly. The doors 
and window shutters were strong and well fastened, and besides, they had Lad 
to protect them. 

But why hadn't he barked? She looked for the collie and saw he was going 
from window to window, whining uneasily and growling low in his throat. 

"Lad will take care of us," she said comfortingly. The built-in guardian 
instincts of a collie were the best protection they could have. "Let's go to 
bed, Davey, I'm really beat." 

The boy was only half-reassured. "Mama," he said timidly, "can I come in 
with you tonight?" 

"Of course, son." 

Dottie dropped her robe on the bedroom chair and hastily slipped into a 
nightie. All of a sudden she was so tired, she could hardly climb into the 
big bed. Davey slipped in the other side and cuddled up close. For a few 
minutes it was as it used to be, when her child had a nightmare and wanted 
the comfort of her presence. 

But Davey wasn't totally a child any more. 

Recovering quickly from his fright, he lay facing her with his head on her 
shoulder and an arm around her waist. It was warm and cozy. His hard-on had 
died but now it came back slowly as he sniffed the woman-scent of her and 
felt the softness of her big body. He knew she was exhausted but he was as 
selfish as most children, and he wanted more of the exciting sex play. 
Instinctively, he knew just what to say. 

"Mom ... I'd rather have you than anybody." He sounded sleepier than he 
actually was. 

Dottie's mind leaped to life as she examined the sentence in all parts. Did 
he mean he really had somebody else? Or that he was about to? Her jealousy 
rose, and her fear of losing him as she'd lost George. "I'd rather have you, 
too," she said, still wondering exactly what he meant. 

"You feel so good," he murmured, catching the edge of her nightie and 
pulling it up to her hips. 

His warm hard hand, calloused from outdoor play, stroked the outside of her 
thigh, moving inward by degrees. His other hand was around her neck and he 
half lay on her, feeling the pressure of her big boobs through the two 
layers of cloth. His breathing changed tempo, becoming faster and louder. 

In spite of her weariness, Dottie felt a warm something uncoiling in the pit 
of her stomach. She knew she'd do anything in the world to hang on to Davey, 
to keep on being the most important person in his life-the only important 
person, in fact. And it so happened that this need coincided with her own 
rising passion, and with Davey's obvious desires. 

The boy wriggled out of his pajama bottoms and when he returned to her, she 
felt first the pressure against her protuberant pubic mound. Something hot 
and heavy and throbbing was pushing at that sensitive spot. Her cunt reacted 
automatically, sending out its slippery moisture to bathe the inside of her 
fluttering vagina and drench the curly soft hairs at its outer edges. He's 
got another hard-on, die thought exultantly, and this time I've got to have 
it in me! There was an aching emptiness inside her that could only be filled 
and satisfied in one way. No matter what happened tomorrow, she had to have 
it tonight! 

Davey, a little terrified at his boldness, lay still, hot and panting 
against her. He wanted to move, to do something, but he didn't know what. 
Contrary to his mother's thoughts, he knew practically nothing about 
sex-only what other boys had told him, and things he'd observed from 
watching animals. His innocence was not a preventive, but he didn't know how 
to go about it and was embarrassed to think of making the wrong move. 

Dottie didn't understand all this, but it didn't matter. She had convinced 
herself that the boy knew more than he did, and that his hesitation was from 
shyness because it was his own mother. Well, whatever he did with other 
women and girls, he could perfectly well do at home! Her strong arms swung 
him up on top of her belly. The boy instinctively scooted up and bent his 
knees, so he was crouching over her. His thighs straddled her big legs and 
his stiff blood-gorged prick lay with its rosy tip at the upper end of her 
slit. 

She shoved the pillows impatiently from under her head, and made her pelvis 
form an upward angle to her body. "Inside my legs, Dave," she whispered, and 
he obediently moved. In order to maintain the contact of his hard cudgel 
with the ragged pink flanges of her outer lips, he fell forward over her on 
his hands and knees. She sighed happily, he fell forward over her on his 
hands and knees. She sighed happily, but knew he must be paralyzed with 
embarrassment. She'd have to help him! She took hold of the small but hard 
cock and rubbed it back and forth over her slit, knowing she was so wide and 
ready he could practically fall in and still make it. The boy sobbed above 
her, and she spread her legs even wider. 

At last he broke loose from his frozen fear, and hunched his body toward 
her. The slim stiff prick poked for a moment, and then found its goal, 
sliding slowly but easily into the warm wet cavern. Slow, slow, easy does it 
... she clenched her inner muscles around their captive and heard his little 
sigh, almost like a bleat of pain. 

"Mommmm," he murmured. 

Her heart leaped with mingled love and lust and she knew somehow that what 
she was doing was the right thing, regardless of how it might look to 
others. She was making her boy happy, wasn't she? 

She took hold of his hips and moved him slowly back and forth, feeling with 
ecstasy the sliding of his tumescent cock on her hotly swollen inner lips, 
feeling his trembling body slide into the age old rhythm, knowing she was 
finding a fulfillment beyond anything she'd ever imagined. 

Her son's fears subsided in sheer pleasure, fantastic physical delight. So 
this was what it was like! He bit his lip to keep from sobbing. Something 
dominantly male took hold of him and he shoved her hands aside, gripping her 
hips with his own fingers. Experimentally he shoved harder, reaching deeper 
inside her quaking fevered cunt, taking charge of the rhythm and the stroke. 
He was afraid of his prick falling out but it didn't, and so he let go her 
hips and fumbled in the dark for her big swollen tits. Aaahhhh! That's what 
he'd wanted for so long! He clasped her breasts and let his thumbs play over 
the erect nipples, marveling even at that tense moment at the tender yet 
firm feel of them. So this is what it's like! 

Surging happily over her, he knew he was going to cum any minute. He'd 
simply sensed earlier, when she turned from him to the dog, that she had her 
own cum to think about. He wanted to make her as happy as he was! 

"Are you okay, Mom," he whispered anxiously. "Will you...?" 

He didn't know how to put it, but her bucking frantic body answered the 
question he hadn't asked. 

Through a haze of happiness, even through the tremendous physical forces 
that closed down all outside thought and sensation, Dottie thought: It gets 
easier all the time! I'm not really frigid at all! 

And it was the first time she'd ever let herself verbalize that one terrible 
fear. 

Her orgasm set her son off, too, and he slammed harder and harder at her 
moist upturned ass, driving his youthful cock in further than he'd thought 
possible. His cum was so overwhelming that he thought for one frightening 
instant that he was dying, dying ... and then he floated free and happy, his 
heart gradually slowing as his young balls jetted their hot white load into 
his mother's cock-loving cunt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR over the blood-engorged glans. Poised at the small His cock 
stood out, color-bleached in the moonlight, the thick white skin stretched 
tautly over the blood-engorged glasn. Poised at the small brownish wrinkled 
asshole, it shoved forward and penetrated the outer ring of muscle. The boy 
heaved an ecstatic sigh as he shoved his dick forward. Her breasts dangled 
like twin white balloons, swaying back and forth, the tits like miniature 
rosy thumbs standing out on her satiny skin.... 

The boy heaved a sigh as he stroked his cudgel and admired what he thought 
of as a man-sized hard-on. No matter what the fantasies, he hadn't better 
stand here jerking off in the moonlight. He'd been lucky twice already that 
evening, and the strain was telling on him. 

He watched his erection die slowly and painfully, and then stuffed it back 
inside his trousers. That Dave was some lucky guy, to have a mother like 
that! It was the sight of her, more than anything else, that set him off 
tonight. 

Attracted by the voices and splashing, he'd come down the mountain to watch 
the nude swimming party. He'd done that before from a distance, but this 
time the sight of Dave's unmistakable blond head, and then his Mom this, and 
Mom that, finally brought Bill closer to the pool-and inspired him to 
mischief. 

The boy was twelve years old and he knew next to nothing about sex-and not 
much more about mothers and family life. From his viewpoint high in a tree, 
somehow he'd gotten the impression that the couple on the towel were doing 
something strange yet understandable. He'd seen dogs mating, and to his 
youthful mind there was no difference: the male was putting his dong in the 
female's asshole. 

Hard as he tried to imagine it, with eyes closed and his own dong in his 
hands, something always stopped him. It wasn't the real thing, he thought 
fretfully. Why did kids like Dave have all the luck? He hiked back up the 
mountain and crawled in his shack, lonesome and feeling sorry for himself, 
and full of a childish determination somehow to change his life. 

Morning dawned clear and sunny, with the bright blue sky a promise of heat 
to come. While Bill sat on the rocks outside his shack, staring at the small 
waterfall and wishing he had a mother to cook his breakfast, Davey pulled 
his chair up to the table and breathed in the good smell of pancakes and 
eggs and bacon. 

Hungry as he was, and still thrilled by the sexual activity of the previous 
night, Davey had an uneasy conscience. 

"Mom," he said, "uh, who do you think took our clothes last night?" 

She shook her head. "I have no idea, son." She was too busy with her 
conscience and her memories, trying to reconcile one to the other, to worry 
about it; but something in the boy's voice caught her attention. 

She pulled up the chair across from him and sat down, looking at him 
searchingly, noticing the faint blush under his tan. "Why, you know 
something about it," she said wonderingly. "How come you didn't tell?" 

"I didn't even think about it at first, Mom! There was, uh, so much going on 
that I, uh...." His voice trailed off. "And besides, I promised." Actually 
it wasn't until morning came that he made the connection, though he realized 
then he should have thought of BUI straight away. 

"Tell me the truth." 

"Ooookayyy, though I don't think-I don't know-" he gave up and started over. 
"There's a kid living up on top of the mountain, at the hermit's shack. 
Anyway, that's what we call it. He ran away from an orphanage, Mom! And he 
doesn't have any place to go! He's a nice kid, though. I don't see why he 
would go and do a thing like that. I mean, throwing the clothes around and 
peeking through windows." 

Dottie was relieved in a way, yet the knowledge brought new worries. Should 
she report the boy to the authorities? If she did, what might he not say out 
of revenge or simple innocence? She'd better talk to him at least, find out 
exactly what he'd seen and what he thought about it. 

"I'd better do something about him," she said vaguely, and then thought a 
minute. "I know what, Davey. Let's pack our lunch and take a hike. I'll take 
enough for the boy, too. It'll make it easier to get acquainted." 

Her conscience pricking her, she thought a long, tiring walk in the fresh 
air would be a good idea. She'd awakened to the pangs of an outraged 
conscience, and promised herself that she would never again indulge herself 
that way. In the clear light of morning, it was hard to understand how last 
night had happened; but she knew she was strong enough to resist temptation 
from then on. 

She had all the best intentions in the world, and it was hardly believable 
to her that they lasted such a short time. Only a few hours later, she sat 
partially naked in the sunshine while two young boys handled and fondled and 
kissed her bare tits. How did it happen? Dottie stared blankly ahead and 
tried to figure it out. 

Concentration wasn't easy, with all her senses lulled and delighted by the 
sweet caresses. Even her hungry ego was almost filled for once. But none of 
this was the way she meant it to happen; no, indeed! 

Of course, the first sight of young Bill touched her motherly heart. A 
good-looking boy, with his thick dark hair and fine features-but then, 
almost undernourished. And he seemed so afraid, as if he expected-and 
usually got-the worst from the world. Immediately the menacing figure she'd 
built up in her mind vanished, to be replaced by concern for the youngster. 

"So you're the fearful hermit," she said, smiling in a friendly way. "Why in 
the world did you pull those tricks on us?" 

"I dunno," Bill said shyly. "I was lonesome, and you all were having such a 
good time. I knew I shouldn't have done it." 

"And was it you, peeking in our windows later?" 

He hung his head. "Yeah. I'm sorry." 

She dropped it then and began unpacking the lunch. As the three of them 
ate-Bill with ravenous appetite-he told her how he'd run away from the 
orphanage. "I don't think they tried too hard to find me. I don't think they 
cared." Somehow he'd hitched his way West, hiding and stealing food. "I saw 
some cops and got scared, so I started climbing. And when I found this shack 
up here, it seemed like it was meant for me." 

"But what have you done since? How could you survive without food?" She 
looked at her son, and immediately knew the answer. "You've been feeding 
him, haven't you?" 

Then, as he admitted it and they talked further, Bill told them about his 
hunger for a mother and family. "I never really saw a woman naked before," 
he confessed. "And when I watched the swimming party, and then trailed you 
home," he stopped and looked at her, his brown eyes softly appealing. 
"Golly, when I saw you and Dave and saw you let him touch you, golly! I just 
came back here and cried." 

Suddenly Dottie saw herself and her actions in a new light. Touching is very 
important to children. I know that. Besides, I read it in some article. They 
need that physical reassurance, as much os they need to be fed and 
sheltered. The poor little kid, never knowing his own mother! She looked at 
Davey and read the appeal in his eyes. 

"Mom! Can't we take Bill home with us? We have plenty, we can share." He 
hesitated, then went on bravely, "I can share if you can. I mean-" She knew 
what he meant. She was proud of her boy for being so selfless and generous, 
and determined to help someone else. Then, when Bill went on to describe 
what he'd seen, she looked at the two boys helplessly. 

"But no, Billy, that's not right! It's not like dogs at all, it's 
different!" 

"Show him, Mom!" Impulsively Dave moved to her side and put his hands on the 
buttons of her blouse. "He never even saw tits before, he told me!" 

Davey seemed to imply that he had, and again that cold fear clutched her 
heart. Whose breasts had he sucked on beside his mother's? And would he go 
back to her, that nameless female, if his mother didn't keep him happy at 
home? 

Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, and found a boy at each sleeve ready to 
drag it off. Bill stared at her stout white cotton bra in fascination, 
looking down the cleavage between her ample breasts. His dirty little hand 
crept out to touch, feeling the resilience of the flesh, bouncing it in 
excited wonder. 

"Here, I'll unhook your bra," Davey said, sounding superior and experienced. 

She had a moment of panic while the clumsy fingers worked at her back, but 
it vanished as the cups pulled away from her pendulous orbs. Her skin was 
sticky with sweat and she had to free each breast in turn, pulling it away 
from the fabric that hardly contained them. Bill's indrawn breath and Dave's 
warm, proud hand on her shoulder immediately justified her. For a while they 
simply sat and stared, sandwiches and lemonade forgotten. 

Then Dave, as if to remind that he was her son, put both hands under one 
huge mound and lifted it, his thumbs extended to tweak the nipple between 
them. "When mothers have babies," he said, "the milk comes out here. See how 
it stands out? When I was a tiny baby, I sucked on it like this. Didn't I, 
Mom?" He bowed his head and put his warm mouth around the tit, sending 
electric tingles shooting through Dottie's raw-boned body. 

"Yes, honey," she said faintly, "I guess you did." 

She put her hand around her son's neck, stroking it gently, playing with his 
ear and the soft hair at the nape of his neck. For a moment she forgot the 
other boy entirely. God, how good it felt! "Suck harder, Dave ... Yes, 
that's the way." She remembered the exact sensation of nursing a baby, and 
her utter surprise at the pleasure it gave her. She'd been eighteen months 
old before she weaned him, using his good health as an excuse. 

She remembered, too, the doctor's explanation. "Nature takes care of the 
baby's survival. Mrs. Burnett, in exactly that way. If the sensations are 
pleasurable, women are more apt to nurse their babies to a good start in 
life. Just one more of the marvelous survival mechanisms that are built into 
us." How could she have forgotten that? 

And now, she thought, it's a survival mechanism for me instead of the child. 
If it binds my son closer to me, that's all I ask. She knew it was 
rationalization, but she didn't care! Life was too sweet at the moment to 
worry. 

Then she looked up and saw the other boy's hungry eyes fixed on her, tears 
glazing the brown depths. "Go ahead, Bill," she said weakly, "you can touch 
me too." 

With a wordless cry, the little boy flung himself at her. His hard little 
buttocks resting on her thigh, he grasped handfuls of the soft mammary 
tissue and began to kiss all around the tit, his hot little tongue sweeping 
the satiny flesh. He was so like a hungry animal that she said, "Careful, 
Bill! Don't bite me!" 

Dottie leaned back against a big gray boulder, warm from the heat of the 
sun, and stretched her arms luxuriously. She hadn't felt so good in years! 
The two youngsters worked busily on her swollen boobs, the blond and the 
dark heads almost bumping in their avid pleasure. Davey's hand crept down in 
her lap, shoving gently at the crotch of her blue jeans. She allowed her 
legs to separate and instantly the small calloused hand pressed against the 
middle seam, forcing the material of her panties into her opening outer 
lips. Another sweet pang shot through her as she remembered the night 
before. The dear little boy, how very much he loved his Mommie! All those 
years when she'd disliked sex, feared it even, all dissipated like a puddle 
in the sunshine! She'd actually cum with a man-well, a boy-inside her. 
Instinctively she felt that this would bind her son to her as if tied with 
steel cables. How could he leave her after she'd made all these sacrifices 
for him? And how could she ever, ever leave Davey, when he made her happier 
than ever in her life! 

And poor little Bill, never sucked his mother's tit, never even saw one 
before that he could remember. Well, she wouldn't desert him the way 
everyone else had. She'd take him home with her as Davey wanted, feed him up 
his scrawny little body and show him what a home was like. The spirit of 
altruism spread a glow through her, she was intoxicated with her own 
goodness. A pathetic waif that the world abandoned-but Dottie would take 
care of him. Maybe she'd even adopt him, and then she'd have two loving sons 
to care for her. If die kept both boys happy, she knew that neither one 
would ever leave her. 

The little boy looked at her trustingly, without letting go of his firm 
clutch on her breast. "Mrs. Bamett-" he began. 

"Call me Mom," she suggested. 

A delightful smile crept over his face. "Okay, Mom. You're so good to me, I 
think I'm still asleep and dreaming. Oh please, don't go away!" 

"You're coming home with us, Bill, if you want to." 

Waiting tears brimmed over. "You won't be sorry!" the child said fiercely. 
"I'll be so good!" 

"Anyhow, Mom. What I wanted to ask you is, where is Lad?" 

"We left him home because-" the humor of it struck her. "You know what, 
Bill? We left him to guard the place because we had a window peeker last 
night!" 

Both boys started laughing, letting go their hold of her rubbery flesh. 
Dottie suddenly came back to herself, realizing that she was being foolish, 
allowing this to happen in the open. Nobody who saw would understand what 
she was doing, or why. They never would believe her selfless motives, but 
think the worst. Hikers or even a ranger might stumble up the path at any 
moment! 

"Boys, let's pick up the lunch and go home." 

Bill was particularly eager, to see his new home from the inside. "And 
besides," he said, his little face showing intense pleasure, "I want to 
watch you do those things with Lad. Can I, Mom? Can I?" 

"If you're a good boy." Privately she wondered if she still needed the 
collie, with two sons like these. Still, she hadn't yet let the dog fuck 
her, and she'd promised herself that treat. 

Once back in the cabin, the two boys were irrepressible. They ran from room 
to room, showing Bill which would be his bed, his chair at the table in the 
big kitchen, his "new" jeans and shirts that Dave had outgrown. Lad raced 
alongside them, barking his shrill excited note, his plumy tail wagging so 
hard it threatened everything within reach. Now that he had a younger child 
to guard again, the collie reverted to an old habit. Bill discovered that 
everywhere he went, his left hand was held firmly but lightly in the 
collie's long mouth. It was a habit Dave had grown tired of, and made the 
dog quit, but Bill was thrilled because to him it meant acceptance as one of 
the family. 

Dottie cleared away the remains of the lunches and smiled to herself as she 
listened to their high excited voices. Of course she'd have to find out 
exactly where Bill came from, and let them know he was safe, and work out a 
method of keeping him. But that could wait, details weren't important at the 
moment. She let her mind range instead around her new life with the two of 
them, and all the fun they'd have. Inspiration seemed to strike her again 
and again. It would be good to have Lad fuck her while each boy sucked a 
tit. The boys could have races, and she'd sleep that night with the winner. 
Oh, there were so many many ways to enjoy themselves from now on! 

The kitchen clean, she headed for the lean-to shower. The boys could use one 
too-Bill particularly. Oh no, she thought. I have to scrub him anyway, so 
why not? I wonder if he's circumcised? And if he knows how to take care of 
his little peter? I'd better show him! 

Minutes later, she stood in the shower which fortunately was big enough for 
the three of them. She stood with her feet planted wide, bending her 
rawboned body awkwardly so she could examine Bill's small limp prick and his 
immature balls. Handling them lovingly, she made a muff of soapsuds around 
his whole genital area. Behind her, her son had access to her ass and her 
hairy slit and he rubbed with a soapy washcloth, sending queer thrills up 
her spine. 

"Oh, Mom," Bill said, looking up at her adoringly. 

She just had to get closer to him! Balancing herself so that Dave could 
continue his delicious sudsing, she picked Bill up with one hand between his 
legs and one behind his back, and moved him up against her dripping wet 
breasts. Just then her son stabbed two slender fingers up inside her cunt. 

Water streamed over her hair, into her eyes and smiling mouth and down her 
soap-slick body. Dottie didn't care. She thought she was happy for the first 
time in her life. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Dottie began a period in her life which had no relation to anything she'd 
ever experienced before. As a gawky child with a plain face, taller than 
most of her classmates, she'd hidden her shyness under a tomboy-playfulness. 
Her high school years brought her friends, but not many boy friends. When 
she met and married George, she believed it was his own shyness that kept 
him from courting a more popular girl. 

Marriage didn't change her much. Whatever romantic or sensual dreams she had 
disappeared before the reality of his demands. And of course, with her 
rather puritan upbringing, she refused his pleas for more variety in their 
sex life. 

But now, with the two young boys, she discovered a depth of passion she'd 
never expected. Never getting up the courage to ask her son about his 
previous sexual experiences, she still thought they existed and battled for 
his love against outside influences. Her ready acceptance of Bill was not 
only for his own sake, or out of motherly compassion. Rather, she thought by 
providing a playmate right there at home, Davey was less likely to be 
tempted by others. 

And it seemed to be working. The two boys often went off in the wilds 
together, to swim or fish or explore, but they were never gone long. They 
were as insatiable as Dottie herself where the three-sided sexual games were 
concerned. 

The very first night she and Davey discovered Bill's mistaken ideas about 
intercourse and though they set him straight, his errors also provided them 
with new ideas. 

"Mom," Billy said, "Bill thinks people fuck in the butthole. Is that-I mean, 
they don't, do they?" 

She looked at the younger boy. "What do you mean, Bill?" 

"Dogs do it that way," he said defensively. 

"And that's what it looked like to me. You know, that night by the pool." 

"Ohhh, I see! I'll show you what it really means some time." 

"Right now," Davey urged her. The three of them were sitting at the kitchen 
table finishing supper. Dottie looked at the two boyish faces and felt a hot 
tide rise up in her so she had to clear her throat before she could answer. 

"After supper, boys." 

When she began to undress, Dave helped her as if it were normal routine to 
undo his mother's buttons and zippers. But the little stranger stood back 
and looked at her with hot eyes. 

"Leave your apron on, Mom," he urged. "Please!" 

Dave stopped his manipulation of her clothing and looked up, ready to laugh. 
But he could see it was no joke to Bill, and the idea began to strike him as 
queer but interesting. "Yeah, Mom, leave it on. 

Dottie didn't dare look in the mirror when she was finally undressed and had 
retied the apron over her nakedness. Its bib hid very little of her bulging 
tits, and the skirt came only to her hips. She was sure it was far from 
becoming but in some quirky way, she didn't mind. Poor little Billy, she 
thought. He wants a mama so badly! 

The two youngsters couldn't keep their hands off her. Davey had a very human 
need to show whose mother she really was, and to show off his knowledge to 
the younger boy. While she sat on the sofa he pushed her legs akimbo and 
pointed. "This is where you put your, your whanger in," he said, his finger 
tracing the outside of her rosy hair-lined cleft. Just that slight touch, 
along with the total erotic situation, was enough to get Dottie started. 
Forgetting how ludicrous she must look with her blue-striped gingham apron 
barely covering her, she smiled at Bill. 

"Come on, honey, you can touch it too. It won't bite you." 

Bill edged up nervously. 

"See that?" she said. "That's my pussy." She took, his grubby little hand 
and placed it palm down over the pulsating slit, watching his face all the 
time. 

The little boy's eyes grew wide as saucers. "Boys don't have a hole like 
that," he said, edging in closer until he could rest his other hand on her 
breast. She could feel the tit rising under the gingham cloth, and heat 
stabbed through her body. 

"You're all wet there," he said, suddenly snatching his hand away. "Is that 
where girls go peepee?" 

Dottie laughed. "Yes, but that's not what's making your hand wet, don't 
worry about it. That's what a woman calls her love juices. They make it all 
nice and slick for a man's cock." 

Bill looked at her, then down at himself. "My whanger would fit better in a 
butthole, it seems to me!" 

Dottie remembered when George had begged her to let him try that. "We can do 
that too," she promised. "But first, I want my baby to kiss me, right down 
there." 

She'd seen that Dave was undressed and already had a sizable hard-on, and 
the sight of it made her hotter. He might not be willing to suck her, she 
reasoned, but with Bill as an audience he wouldn't back down. And sure 
enough Davey shouldered the other boy aside and knelt between his mother's 
legs. He looked up at her a little uncertainly, and Dottie pushed his blond 
head down until his nose was rubbing against her clit. 

"Lick it," she urged in a new hoarse voice. "That's my love bud there, 
Davey, see?" With her fingers she separated the ragged pink flanges and 
fingered her clitoris. "Suck it, and lick all up and down, and stick your 
hot tongue up in me like Lad did!" Her orders came too fast for Davey to 
follow, but he tried, licking swiftly up and down, mouthing her clit, trying 
to penetrate the viscous damp opening with his boyish tongue. 

The mingled smells were so unusual that he almost gagged at first, but then 
he began to find pleasure in the strange feel of her most intimate flesh on 
his tongue, and the faintly urine-scented tang of her sex juices. Fine hairs 
curled and tangled in his mouth and he moved his tongue busily, trying to 
shove them aside. His mother's sucking his cock was one thing, but he'd 
never dreamed of reversing the process. It wouldn't have done, of course, to 
let Bill think this was new or slightly distasteful; when as a 
matter-of-fact, he liked it better every minute. 

His tongue shoved in a bit farther and he could feel the inner lips that 
seemed as if they were reaching for him, and he clutched her thick thighs to 
give him more leverage. It was interesting, and the best part about it, he 
discovered, was his mother's reactions. Her hips shifted and ground out 
their back-and-forward movement, that he remembered so well from the 
previous night's fucking. When he hit an especially sensitive spot, he could 
tell by her sudden gasp! 

"Oooohhhh," she moaned and her son smiled against her steaming 
strange-scented pussy. This did for her what cocksucking did for him! 
Feeling rather clever, he experimented with what she called her love bud. 
When he sucked it too hard she almost screamed and pulled his hair. But when 
he let his tongue slide across it slowly and rhythmically, she moaned and 
wiggled her ass even more! 

"Oh, don't stop! Oh, please don't stop, pleassse," she whimpered. Just to 
tease her, Dave moved his head back a fraction of an inch. Her response was 
instant! 

"Davveeee! You're killing me!" 

Obligingly he put his face back smack into her wet warm cleft and let his 
tongue slurp over the shiny-tight quivering bud of her clit. Almost 
instantly he felt her torso stiffen and then the rippling waves shot out 
from the base of her spine. 

It was strange and wonderful to feel those glistening ruby inner lips 
vibrate against his mouth and teeth and tongue. He pulled out slowly and sat 
back on his heels to enjoy the look on her face-the look he'd brought there! 

Dottie was ecstatic! She'd always thought that cumming was the end of sex 
for the evening, or at least for a few hours. But now she was discovering 
that the more orgasms she had, the more she wanted! She wondered if she were 
abnormal in some way. If so, it was a very strange abnormality! First she 
was not even interested in sex, putting her husband off with excuses as 
often as possible. As for climaxing, the only time she ever did that was 
with her own fingers, sitting on the toilet after intercourse, while George 
snored away in the bed. 

And now she was the opposite, so hot it didn't seem as if she'd ever get 
enough! 

All the time Davey spent sucking her cunt, Lad the collie stood by whining 
as if to say: That's mine, that's where I belong. Only Dottie's hand twined 
in the thick golden hair of his ruff kept him from edging the boy away. As 
Davey went to the bathroom to wash his face and scrub his teeth, the dog 
moved in and lapped wetly, washing her cum juices away and making her clit 
begin to swell again. Belatedly she realized that poor little Bill had been 
left out, and looked up to see him watching as if he couldn't believe his 
eyes. 

"Take your clothes off, Billy," she said with a girlish giggle. "You look 
funny that way!" 

The boy kicked off his moccasins and pulled his shirt over his head. His 
ribs were distinct in his undernourished body. Then he manfully unzipped his 
jeans and pulled them down, taking his underpants with them. 

"That's quite a hard-on you've got," she said approvingly. "You're not such 
a little boy after all." 

"Can I do it too?" he pleaded. "Stick it in there-or somewhere?" 

Dottie motioned him closer and put her hand on his taut little ass while she 
thought a minute. "I know what let's do," she said. "What you wanted in the 
first place but-here, put it in my pussy first." She shoved Lad out of the 
way and pulled the youngster up close, watching his face while his hard yet 
slim dong met a woman's cunt for the first time. He shoved it back and forth 
a bit and then stopped, afraid he'd done the wrong thing. 

"That's it," Dottie said encouragingly, "that's the way." 

She could hardly feel his cock, especially as wide open and wet as she was 
at the moment. That's what had given her the idea to try something 
different. 

"Now, Bill, let me get up. We'll do it dog fashion, okay?" 

She only meant to let him enter her from the rear, hoping the angle would 
compensate for his lack of size. But of course he was too small to reach 
her, she discovered as she crouched on the floor with her big wide ass in 
the air. His small but strong hands were on either cheek, pulling them apart 
so she could feel a rush of chill air in the cleft and on the small puckered 
hole. 

"Put it in my ass," she told him. "Right in the asshole-shove hard, Bill!" 

They almost had it for a moment, with Dottie doing all she could to expand 
the almost uncontrollable muscles. But Lad got too excited. He shoved in 
underneath, throwing her off balance. "Wait a minute, Bill." She raised her 
hips in an almost impossible position, so that the dog could worm his head 
underneath. Then, while Lad licked avidly at her cunt, Bill tried again for 
penetration. 

This time his small penis (and it was uncircumcised as Dottie had hoped!) 
pushed its way a quarter-inch into the tight opening. Bill tugged with his 
hips and shoved forward, but just as she thought he was making it, the boy 
gave a shout. 

"Ohhhh! I'm CUMMMINNNGGG!" 

Sure enough, a moment later the soft cock slipped out of its snug nest and 
the boy stepped back. 

Dottie wasn't discouraged. While waiting for Bill to try, her mind had been 
whirling with new ideas. She was still hot and a look at her naked son told 
her that he was too. There never was any question about Lad, of course. She 
had enough trouble just getting her housework done, with the dog sniffing up 
her crotch with every step she took. 

"Time out for a cigarette," she said, knowing it would tease and tantalize 
the boys, making them in the end more eager. She might not know much about 
sex, but young boys were easily known! She smoked leisurely, thinking how 
much more pleasant and interesting her life had become since she set out to 
bind Davey to her so he'd never get away. His father might have young girls, 
but not her son! 

When she was ready she lay on the floor, her ass propped high on pillows. 
The blue-striped apron, rather wrinkled, lay across the bulge of her 
stomach. "Kneel down there, Billy," she instructed, "and try again." Both 
the collie and Davey watched with interest as Bill manfully pushed his new 
erection against the rubbery opening. It felt queer yet exciting, 
particularly when he succeeded in getting his cock partway in. Dottie 
wriggled like a cork going down on a corkscrew, trying to take more and more 
of the slender stiff prick inside her rectum. 

The sight excited Bill, as well as the strange sensation of having his cock 
where he'd dreamed of putting it. He'd try to fuck Mom later in the regular 
way, but his mistaken idea was still so strong that he felt a glow of 
satisfaction spreading up from his immature loins. 

Dave too had a hard-on and he didn't mean to let his new friend have all the 
fun. Moving away, he squatted down on his mother's chest with his 
blood-gorged cock swaying under her chin. "Mom," he said, "please, will you 
suck me at the same time?" When she opened her mouth for him, he heaved a 
sigh and hunched forward. The first touch of the sucking mouth sent shivers 
of ecstasy through him. Some of the day he'd wondered if it were all really 
true, and if anything could feel as good as he remembered it. But it was, it 
was even better! His mother's mouth and tongue moved hot and busy on his 
cock, and this time he could bounce up and down on her, instead of just 
letting her control all the movement. He licked his lips avidly, remembering 
how it had felt to do the same thing to her. 

Dottie lay like some ancient sacrificial victim, her arms spread wide, her 
mouth full of the delicious young hard organ, her nostrils twitching with 
the musky scent of his sex. She could feel every little bit of Bill's cock 
in her ass, and now he was jamming it in and out of the suddenly relaxed 
opening. It was different, thrilling. The sensations seemed to come from the 
very base of her spine and spread out in a languorous melting as if hot 
molasses were running through her veins in place of blood. Just to make it 
complete, a long wet tongue swept over her slit, laving her clitoris, 
exciting every little nerve ending in her petal-opened pink inner lips. Lad 
had moved in, just as she expected he would, to his favorite place. 

Oh, she'd have to fuck that dog some day! The thought didn't shock her or 
scare her as it had before. Sometimes she thought the only times her mind 
was really clear was when she was hotly aroused and sexual desire beat in 
her body like a second heart. There was almost too much sensation! But she 
knew that if she had an orgasm, it would still be all right. Both boys and 
the dog would continue until they were satisfied themselves. She wondered 
how many times a woman could cum, and if she'd ever reach her limit. 

Her big body twisted on the floor and she felt that marvelous short-circuit 
happen to her again, as if her senses were electrical wires with an 
overload. This time it happened so slowly that the ripples and the spasms 
were dream-like, unreal. Her mouth was crammed full of her son's hot hard 
prick, and her asshole brought new depths of feeling to her cum, as Bill 
pounded in and out. It was incredibly erotic, almost more than she could 
stand! And she thought that if Lad didn't leave her clit alone for a few 
seconds, she'd go right out of her mind! 

But then it happened, like a chain reaction. Bill gave a little shout as 
he'd done before. "Ayyyyhhhh!" Then his prick slipped easily out of her 
expanded asshole. 

Almost at the same time, only seconds later, Bill groaned so deep that the 
sound might have come from the soles of his feet. He pounded on for a few 
more thrusts, while she felt the hot jism spurting into her eager mouth and 
shooting down her avid throat. She swallowed furiously, trying all the time 
to keep up her sucking until he felt drained and his cock was nothing more 
than a boy's little dangling button. The two boys fell down on the rug 
beside her, panting and still twitching. 

"Mommm. Oh, my mama," Davey gasped. "That was soooo good!" 

"Me too," Bill said. "Wowie! I never dreamed it would be as great as that." 

Dottie laughed. "Me too," she said, but she didn't move. Lad was still 
running his tongue up and down and it seemed as if he'd stiffened it, so it 
was like a long wet poker that tried to penetrate right up inside her 
vagina. Could she cum again? She wasn't sure but she knew there was no way 
of moving at that moment. She felt somehow different, as if her whole 
insides were gathering themselves up, as if she'd go off any minute with an 
explosive force. How many times had she cum anyhow? she wondered. She tried 
to count but the numbers didn't make any sense. 

And then the explosion did happen, and it was fantastic. With her eyes 
closed she soared through space, saw rockets burst in blazes of color, felt 
her knees and ankles and elbows and wrists come loosely apart. When she 
opened her eyes it was as if she'd been a long way away, and brought back 
some of the remoteness of other worlds with her. 

"Are you all right, Mom?" Bill's anxious face looked down at her. 

"Yesss. I'm fine." The boys hovered over her until she got up on one elbow 
and looked around, blinking. 

"Golly, Mom, we thought you'd fainted," Dave said. 

Maybe she had, she didn't know. She suspected that the cumulative orgasms 
had made her supemormally sensitive, so that the final one was what Dave 
would call a block-buster. Carefully she got to her feet. The apron had come 
untied and fell of her full-bodied shape as she moved. She kicked it aside 
and went in the bathroom, where she washed her face in cold water before 
stepping in for a quick shower. 

The boys still looked worried when she came out, wrapped in a robe. 

"Gosh, Mom, maybe that was too much for you." 

"Nonsense," she said cheerfully. "You boys go clean up now, you hear? And 
get into your pajamas, it's way past bedtime." 

She was a good mother, she knew it! As the two youngsters started for the 
bathroom, she called after them, "Now hurry it up and we'll have popcorn 
before you go to bed!" 

Humming cheerfully, Dottie went to the kitchen to pop a bowl of popcorn. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

This time, Dottie didn't wake up with a conscience, like an emotional 
hangover, to depress her. On the contrary, she awoke to find two pairs of 
loving hands caressing and patting her. Davey stood on one side of the bed, 
Bill on the other, pinching her mischievously as they planted warm kisses 
all over her face. They smelled of popcorn and warm young bodies, and she 
couldn't help but smile at them. 

"C'mon, Mom, you promised Bill a real home-type breakfast!" 

"So I did," she said, happily. "And here I come." 

Half an hour later the boys cut into their second stack of hot cakes, having 
put away eggs and bacon and jtiice already. "You know what, Mom?" Billy 
said. 

"No, what now?" 

"Maybe you forgot, but you invited all those people at the party to come 
here Sunday night. For chili." 

Dottie's jaw dropped. "Yes, I did forget." She poured herself a cup of 
coffee and sat at the table. "Why, that's tomorrow, isn't it?" It had seemed 
a good idea at the time but now she wondered why. So much had happened to 
her in such a short time, it was no wonder it slipped her mind. "Maybe 
they've forgotten, Dave." 

"Them? Forget a party?" 

"I guess you're right," she said ruefully. "Damn it all, I guess I'll have 
to go through with it." 

"We'll help," Bill volunteered. 

"Oh, Lord, what'm I going to tell them about you?" It served her right for 
drinking martinis, she thought. The idea of giving a party alone scared her 
enough, and now she had secrets to hide it was that much worse. She and 
George never socialized a lot and she really didn't know where to begin. "A 
party! And I thought I'd spend the day outdoors with you two and Lad." 

She sat down and started making lists. She'd have to go into town for the 
food and liquor and mix. Count the plates. Buy paper napkins. Haul out the 
big chili pot and scrub it. Clean the house. Have the boys clean up the 
yard. "How many did we ask, do you remember, Davey?" 

"About twelve, I guess." 

She asked Sam Finley's advice about the liquor. That way, everybody would 
know she was still planning on the party without her having to traipse all 
over reminding them. By evening, Dottie was exhausted. The two little boys 
got in bed with her and played with her tits and her pussy, but she fell 
asleep and they went off to their own beds. Her last waking thought was a 
comfortable one: after all, they had the summer and maybe years to play 
together. They could afford to lose an evening or two. By Sunday afternoon 
the chili was simmering on the stove, sending its rich spicy scents through 
the air. The salad and garlic bread were ready, the bar set up. 

Dottie wasn't worried about anything. "Don't forget, Bill, you're Davey's 
cousin from back East, come to live with us." 

In spite of Dottie's fears, the party got off to a good start. Several of 
the men helped her mix drinks, and all of them praised the food. She had 
several relaxing drinks herself and rediscovered that it was fun to be with 
adults, and impulsively accepted several invitations. If she went out more, 
she reasoned, it would look better to other people. 

In the evening they built a campfire and Sam Finley, the grocer, produced a 
guitar from his car. Dottie sat watching the flames and listening to the 
singing, her mind as much on the two boys across the firepit as on her 
company. They'd behaved so well, she thought, helpful and polite, never 
betraying their mutual secret by word or glance. 

"Dottie Barnett," a voice said in her ear. "The mysterious Dottie Barnett. 

Mysterious? That amused her and she smiled at Frank. He moved in closer and 
put an arm around her, and she let her head fall onto his shoulder. "You 
must be kidding," she said. "I'm the least mysterious person here." 

She stole a glance over her shoulder and met his sincere brown eyes. "What 
in the world do you mean, Frank?" 

"You're not telling all you know, that's for sure." 

He piqued her interest and she kept after him though he looked as if he 
wished he'd never begun it. "It's really none of my business," he said. "But 
your-nephew, did you say? Who just arrived from the East?" She nodded. "I'd 
swear," Frank went on, "that he's the same boy I saw playing with Dave three 
weeks ago, swimming in that pool below the waterfall. They didn't see me, 
and I didn't want to embarrass them." 

"Embarrass?" 

"They were skinny dipping, and I was hiking with Evelyn and her sister. I 
thought, you know, boys that age wouldn't like to be caught naked." She 
didn't know what to answer so she shrugged. "And is that all?" 

"No ... one other thing. I couldn't figure out why you told everybody at the 
party that your husband had run off with a young girl. Like I say, it's none 
of my business " 

"But he did!" she said indignantly. "I came home one day and-and caught them 
in bed together! What do you know about it anyway?" 

"Not much," he admitted. "But when I was in Phoenix last week, I was 
introduced to your husband. He found out I had a home here and insisted on 
taking me out for a couple drinks. He wanted to know all about you and his 
boy, were you well, things like that." 

"And I suppose he told you it was all my fault?" 

"No, not a bit of it. He admitted he'd had a woman in your house, and he 
felt terrible about it. Ashamed as all get out. But then I met the woman. 
She has long blonde hair, just as you said, and she's slim. But she's as old 
as you are, probably older." 

"I saw her myself!" Dottie said angrily. "Anyhow, what difference does it 
make?" 

"None, I guess. The only thing is-well, both of them wanted me to tell you 
how sorry they were about it. They aren't going together, it was just a 
one-shot deal, and George would give anything if you'd forgive and take him 
back." 

The whole thing was ridiculous and Dottie would have moved away, except that 
Frank's shoulder was so strong and comfortable. Why couldn't she have 
married someone like him? She had to admit to herself that he attracted her 
strongly. Of course he was married, but after all, Evelyn had fucked that 
other man in plain sight of Frank and everybody. Were they swingers, 
whatever that meant? She settled in against him more comfortably and tried 
to get her mind off sex. For instance, she saw phallic symbols everywhere 
she looked. The hot dogs toasting over the fire. The banana Bill was 
peeling. The shape of the dead tree by the road. Her own son and little 
Bill, just the sight of them made her hot. 

Frank leaned closer and put his mouth on hers in a slow, warm kiss. Her lips 
moved and her mouth opened, so that his tongue shot out and filled her wet 
warm mouth. His mouth bore down on hers until she could hardly breathe, and 
she clutched his wide shoulders for balance. He held her firmly and licked 
her lips, inside and out, planted warm breathing kisses on her eyelids and 
cheeks and throat. "Oh, you darling," he whispered huskily. "I've got to 
have you. I haven't been able to think of another thing since the swimming 
party." 

The shadows were dense outside the circle of fire. Dottie felt her heart 
trip rapidly and her breath grow short. She clung to him, loving the feel of 
his body, hot even through his clothes. What would it be like to fuck a 
grown-up man? But she couldn't, the boys wouldn't like that at all! She gave 
a quick glance around without seeing the youngsters, but noticed that other 
couples were kissing and making out. If this was what being a swinger meant, 
she had to say it was all right. 

Frank put a hand on her billowing left tit. She held perfectly still, even 
held her breath, feeling the excitement spread in her from his touch. She 
was leaning against him and he put his other hand down to cup one cheek of 
her full ass. His thumb pressed along the seam of her jeans, leaving a trail 
of fire behind it. She put her face up again and he kissed her passionately, 
devastatingly, while she edged nearer and nearer to' his strong body. He 
increased the pressure on her upstanding tit and her ass and she began to 
pant, knowing she had to have him or somebody right away. 

"Mom!" It took a second for the boyish voice to penetrate, but finally she 
and Frank sat up and moved an inch apart. 

The two youngsters scowled down at her. "Oh, there you are," she said 
breathlessly. "I was looking all over for you." 

"We were with Mr. Stone," Davey said. "He's going in to take his kids to the 
movies, and invited us along." He paused. "We said we didn't think so, 
because you'd want us to help clean up after the party." 

"Oh, Dave, don't be silly! Of course you can go." Her voice was bright and 
false. "We can do the cleaning tomorrow, and anyhow, I'm not going to work 
you that hard!" 

Her son stared down at her angrily. He knew what was going on with that 
Frank, but he didn't dare say so. As usual, grownups could do what they 
liked and make it sound okay. And a kid didn't have a chance! 

He left her without answering. "Get going, Bill," he said in a mean voice. 
"They're not gonna wait all night for you." 

She turned back to Frank, but he was back on his feet, waiting to help her 
up. "I'm taking Evelyn home," he whispered, "But I'll be back in twenty 
minutes!" He left before she could answer, and besides, the other guests 
were waiting to thank her and say good night. 

When the last car had gone down the red dirt road, she doused the campfire 
with water and began to pick up empty beer cans and glasses. It was too 
beautiful to go indoors. The moon was just on the full, dimming even the 
brightest stars. A small wind rustled the tops of the pine trees. She sat on 
the small porch, not wondering if Frank would return, not even thinking. 
What she'd come to think of as her "automatic pilot" had switched on and she 
would follow where it led her. 

She saw the car lights below flashing on the switchback, and waited 
expectantly. Frank drove into a grove of pines and hurried out of the car. 
When he stood there and took her in his arms, she discovered he was even 
taller than she'd thought, giving her the pleasing impression of being small 
and almost dainty. 

He kissed her even more ardently than before, holding her tightly so her 
whole body was pressed against his. His hot tongue explored her mouth, 
plunged deep in her throat, rubbed against her own tongue. Her legs felt 
loose and incapable of holding her upright without his support. 

"Let's go inside," he said. Arms around each other, she led him directly to 
her bedroom. A memory of the two boys flashed through her mind, and 
vanished. Her hands went directly to the buttons of her shirt, and she was 
naked while he was still stepping out of his trousers. He sat on the edge of 
the bed to untie his shoes while Dottie looked him over. 

He was tall, broad-shouldered, big enough to carry the slight paunch without 
looking ridiculous. 

He wasn't fat but another twenty pounds would do it. A few hairs curled in 
the middle of his chest between his copper-colored nipples. She was suddenly 
seized with the idea that men might have sensitive tits too, and determined 
to find out. 

His broad, lightly haired thighs framed the thick chunkiness of his cock. 
She stared at it intently, seeing that it lay flaccid and still. But die 
could remedy that! 

With her newly won confidence, die sank to her knees in front of him and 
reached out for that delicious-looking limp prick. Holding it in both her 
hands, she sniffed it, tasted it, crooned over it lovingly. Just as she 
expected, the first touch of her tongue made it stir and begin to swell. She 
took it all in her mouth for a moment, wanting to feel its rising hardness 
that way. When the burgeoning cock began to twitch and grow, she withdrew 
and began to lick it on the underside, meanwhile pushing back the foreskin 
with her fingers. 

Frank watched her in astonishment. He loved it, of course, but he couldn't 
quite believe this was happening. Remembering her husband's words, he felt 
like a fool. He'd believed George Barnett, but one of the two had to be 
crazy, or lying, or both! And he had to trust in the evidence of his own 
eyes and his other senses. If this woman was cold, then he was a horny toad! 
He liked big women, and he'd been attracted to her from the first. 
Nevertheless, he'd returned to the cabin without high expectations. She'd 
seemed passionate enough by the fire, but he'd known women like that before. 
All sweet words and loving kisses until you got them in the bedroom, and 
then-nothing. 

In fact, he was so pessimistic he'd talked himself right out of an erection! 

Frank decided to forget about that puzzle for the moment. This was a real 
handful of woman and he intended to do her justice. He felt his loins begin 
to melt and looked down to discover he really did have a hard-on, thanks to 
her adroit lips and tongue. Abruptly he got to his feet and pulled her up 
beside him. "I can't wait," he said, pushing her down on the bed. 

Dottie went with no hesitation, lying on her back and immediately spreading 
her legs. Frank crawled over her and poised himself, their eyes meeting and 
locking. She had a little smile on her face and a look of excited 
anticipation. 

Dottie felt so warm and happy and good. She looked down the small mountains 
of her breasts, the hillock of her rounded belly, and open vee of her 
crotch. His blood-gorged chunky cock pointed straight as an arrow at her 
pussy. A little thrill ran through her, raising goose bumps on her arms and 
backs. She bit her lip as she imagined how good it was going to be. 

Frank put his hands under her big thighs and raised them until her knees 
almost touched her breasts. He moved his ass spare inches up and down until 
it homed in on the hairy slit. He wasn't surprised by now to find it hot and 
wet, so hot he expected to see steam rising from it. The glistening ruby 
head poked between the ragged outer folds and then with a flick of his hips, 
shoved forward. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes in ecstasy. 

He pulled her hips to him until she was almost doubled over, feet on either 
side of her head, and the whole intimacy of her crotch open to his eyes and 
touch. He plunged hard, and again harder, his cock swelling even more until 
it felt the muscular walls all around it, heat-giving, slick and wet. As he 
pounded in her hips rose and fell to his meter, reluctantly falling back as 
he almost withdrew. 

Dottie felt the big cock sliding in and out, slamming against the base of 
her cervix, rubbing softly yet abrasively alongside her sensitive fluttering 
clit. It was so good, so marvelous! Her throat grew dry and she moaned 
ceaselessly, switching her head from side to side so her tangled hair flew 
around her taut straining face. She'd cum for the boys but would she, could 
she, cum for a man? She strained hard, pushing back against him, trying to 
stop her mind and let all those exciting physical sensations take over 
completely. She wasn't concerned about him at all, but her very disinterest 
created more erotic thrashings and plungings than she'd ever unleashed 
before. 

She grabbed his strong forearms and braced herself on them, willing her 
nerve endings to explode but afraid that it would never happen. 

Then Frank took her by surprise. He slowed the stroke abruptly and began to 
move from side to side. The ecstasy was almost unbearable for her. She could 
feel her fluids literally gushing out, bathing his tumescent invader with 
their wet slickness. It was too much! It was more than she could take! 

"Help, help!" she screamed. "Oh, don't stop, keep it up, I'm cummminnng, I'M 
CUMMING!" 

Her obvious pleasure affected Frank so strongly, he felt his balls begin to 
swell ready for orgasm. His ass pinched together and fluttered, his cock 
grew even huger-and then the dam broke. Still plunging into her, he 
gradually slowed as the thick hot semen jetted into her steaming swamp, 
frothing over on her pussy, matting and dampening her pubic hair. 

With a groan he fell off and lay limply beside her, reaching for her hand. 
Their sweat-slippery bodies heaved and trembled and finally calmed, as his 
heart slowed its furious pounding. It felt so good to lie there beside her, 
he didn't think he'd ever move again. 

Pretty much in the same condition, Dottie was too sated even to feel 
triumphant. She'd save her secret for later to gloat over when she was 
alone. Certainly she'd never admit to Frank that this was her first genuine 
orgasm with a full-grown man! 

"Ooohhh," he sighed, "I only have one thing to say, Dot. Your husband is the 
worst liar I ever met in my whole entire life!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Instinctively she knew what he meant. Her former state of frigidity was so 
much on her own mind, that she knew it must be on George's too. She resented 
their having talked about her so intimately but on the other hand, it was 
rather fun to prove her ex-husband a liar. 

She could be honest, of course, and tell Frank that she had only now 
discovered her potential as a woman. But, what would he think then? Surely 
he'd be looking around for the man who'd turned her on to sex. Everybody 
knew she hadn't dated since the separation, and he might become suspicious. 
Suddenly she remembered what he'd said about seeing Bill three weeks ago. 
Was he suspicious already? 

And all this time Frank was looking at her curiously, as if waiting for an 
answer. 

"I don't care to discuss George," she said lamely. 

"Fair enough." He rolled toward her and rested his hand on her thigh. 
"You're a very interesting woman, Dottie." 

She wasn't sure what he meant but his warm strong hand on her leg had 
suddenly become the most important thing in the world. She looked down and 
saw that his cock was no longer limp and flaccid, but had begun to grow 
thick and hard. If George had only been more virile, she thought, their 
marriage might have lasted longer. She knew in a way she was kidding herself 
but her newly developed talent for rationalization made her believe whatever 
she wanted to believe. Because now her own sexuality had become aroused, it 
was almost impossible for her to understand the person she used to be. 

Frank followed her gaze and looked proudly at his thick blood-gorged 
instrument. It arched its way outward toward her leg, and he felt a sudden 
stab of desire. There was a mystery connected with this seemingly simple 
woman, he knew it but at the moment all that seemed unimportant. Rolling on 
his back, he held out his hands for her. "Time for you to get on top," he 
said. 

Dottie didn't know if she'd like that or not, but she was recklessly eager 
to try. She climbed over him with a knee on either side of his hips. "Put it 
in," he urged her. She took hold of his huge pole and stroked it softly up 
and down the ragged fluttering outer lips of her pussy. She played with his 
cock for a few minutes, brushing it against her sensitive clit, poking it 
against her inner cuntlips. Finally she lifted her body higher and poised 
the bulbous cockhead at the opening of her narrow slanting channel. Her body 
accepted it easily as she slid downward, and she felt the fullness inside. 
She watched Frank's face as a little smile crept over it, and knew he felt 
as excited and good as she did. 

He put his hands under her asscheeks and bounced her lightly up and down 
until she picked up the rhythm herself. Leaning forward, she balanced 
herself with her hands on his chest. Remembering what she'd thought of 
earlier, she tweaked his nipples with her thumbs and saw them come erect 
just as hers did. 

"Wait a minute," Frank panted. "I don't want to cum too soon." 

Dottie sat back on her haunches and let the weight of her body settle onto 
his big frame, this was a marvelous sensation! She discovered that if she 
slid her body a few inches forward and then back, the excitement was almost 
unbearable! 

"Oh, Frank," she whispered, "I like this!" 

His eyes flew open. "You say that as if you'd never tried it before." 

"You know George," she said. "Or, okay, you don't know him, not really. But 
he was always so serious about sex. It wasn't much fun, not like this." 

Sitting there on top of him, their bodies joined at the crotch, his huge 
hard-on inside her, she realized how much she'd missed all her life. It was 
even possible to have a conversation, and then begin all over again to fuck! 
"Tell me again about seeing George," she said. "It didn't really make sense. 
If he and this blonde aren't going together, how did you meet her?" 

Frank twitched his hips, making the live hard flesh inside of her leap for a 
moment. "He called her up and asked her to meet us for a drink, so she could 
confirm what he said." He grinned, a bit shamefaced. "To tell you the truth, 
doll, he got the idea I might serve as a go-between. I guess I let him think 
I knew you better than I did ... then. It kills me to say it, especially 
right now, but he wants you back in the worst way." 

Dottie stared. "He never told me that." 

"I got the idea you were so angry, he didn't think he had a chance. But he's 
hoping you've cooled down some by now." 

"But I couldn't!" Her first thought was of her precious two boys. She 
couldn't give up their love, it meant too much to her now! And George would 
never stand for that, he'd kill her if he ever found out!. Dottie finally 
let herself admit that what she was doing with the two boys was wrong and 
dangerous. "I could never trust him again," she said. 

Instead of answering, Frank took hold of her hips and shoved her gently back 
and forth. Dottie wasn't in the mood, any more, but when she felt that 
burgeoning hot fist move inside her, all her passion came back redoubled. 
"Oh! Oh, Frank!" she gasped. She flung herself on him, wanting the touch and 
closeness of his broad chest against her. Moving only her hips and legs, she 
pounded up and down on him. Everything else in the world faded away before 
the surge of hot desire. 

Only moments later, they both climaxed and her body twitched furiously on 
his. Her head lay on his chest and she could hear the wild pounding of his 
heart. He held her tightly for long sweet minutes that in a different way, 
were almost as satisfying as the act itself. 

Finally Dottie roused herself. "You'd better get home," she said. "I don't 
know how long the movie lasts and the boys could be home any minute." 

She showered quickly while he washed up and dressed. 

"You still haven't explained your 'nephew'," he said at the doorway, kissed 
her lightly and was gone. 

Damn the man anyway! He was a marvelous lover but quite obviously a 
busybody, minding everyone's business but his own. Dottie was glad the boys 
weren't home yet; she had a lot to think about. Fixing herself a stiff 
drink, something she rarely did, she sat moodily in front of the fireplace. 
High as they were in the mountains, the evenings were almost always cool 
enough for a fire, even in summer. 

First there was George to think about. She'd be a fool not to take him back, 
she knew that. Finding another husband at her age, with her looks, was 
almost impossible. But was Frank telling the truth? And had George and his 
girl friend lied to Frank? Hie whole thing was a puzzle, and she didn't know 
how to solve it. 

She was still trying to figure it out when the two boys burst in through the 
door. The movie was great, but-"What've you been doing, Mom? You look kinda 
depressed." 

She wasn't such a fool as to tell them about Davey's father, but she did 
repeat what Frank had said about seeing Bill some three weeks before he was 
supposed to have arrived. 

"I don't suppose he'll make trouble for us," she concluded, "but who knows?" 

Davey was embarrassed. "I wanted to tell you about Bill a long time ago, 
Mom. I felt like such a sneak." 

"Did you go up there every day?" she asked curiously. 

"Just about every day. I hung around the Lodge for a while and then sort of 
disappeared. Golly, it was fun swimming up there, without suits! You'd ought 
to try it, Mom." 

"Oohhhh!" The light dawned. "Is that where you got your all-over tan, Dave?" 

"Yes'm." 

She remembered the shock she felt when she first noticed he had no streak of 
white where swim trunks should have been. She'd leaped to conclusions that 
might not be true. Dottie felt a little sick, but decided she'd better find 
out once and for all. 

"I thought you must be swimming in Frank and Evelyn's pool." 

"Heck, no!" His innocent blue gaze met hers. 

"The other night was the very first time." 

He still hadn't told her what she wanted to know. "Tell me the truth, Dave. 
Haven't you been, uh, fooling around with some of those women?" 

"Gosh no, Mom!" He blushed furiously, "I never, ever even touched a girl 
until the other night. With you, I mean." 

Dottie felt as if the entire cabin came crashing down around her head. How 
could she have been so totally wrong about so many things? Had she taken her 
own hurt out on her son, and ending by corrupting him as well as Bill? She 
got up and fixed herself another drink, finally and dismally aware of her 
own skill at self-deception. "But you knew," she started to say, "you knew 
all about it, you--" 

"Gosh, Mom, the guys all talk about sex at school so, sure, I knew 
something. I'm thirteen years old, after all!" 

"What's this all about?" Bill cut in. "Gee, I'd thought we'd have some fun 
tonight, if you weren't too tired." 

But after all, what difference did it make? What's done is done. She had to 
settle her mind a bit first, but she knew in her heart that she'd go right 
on with her erotic behavior with the boys. The only difference was, she'd 
have to accept the fact of her own depravity instead of hiding behind 
comfortable lies. 

So for the next few weeks, time seemed to flow along, one day blending into 
the next. Dottie made one good resolution after another, but none of them 
lasted. Frank didn't return, nor did she hear from George. The three humans 
and the dog played their sex games in the living room, in the bedroom, on 
the front porch. She even forgot her inhibitions enough to go swimming with 
the boys in the mountain stream, bare-ass naked, splashing and laughing, 
time out for rounds of fucking, sucking and whatever else their inventive 
minds could come up with. 

Dottie fell into bed every night exhausted, and usually woke up to find two 
young boys in her bed, kissing and squeezing her tits, crawling between her 
legs, licking her pussy so that she had her first cum of the day even before 
completely waking up. 

Suddenly it was August. 

"What a wonderful summer this has been," she said, "But so short! I hate to 
have fall come, don't you?" 

Bill looked worried. "Yeah, what are you gonna do about me? Can I go to 
school with Bill in Phoenix?" 

"Yes, of course." She tried to remember if birth certificates were required 
to register for school, or transcripts from a child's last school. Oh, well, 
she'd fake it somehow. 

"I'll have to go to Phoenix soon," she said, "and get the house cleaned up, 
get school clothes for you two. Maybe we should drive in tomorrow." The boys 
looked sad, and even Lad the collie seemed to wag his tail mournfully, There 
now, she'd promised herself the summer wouldn't be complete unless die 
fucked the dog! He'd been getting more and more eager lately, and she was 
sure he was altogether willing and ready. She told the boys about it. 

"Yeah, but he'll scratch you." i "We'll wrap his paws." 

The dog submitted to having his front paws tied up in strips of cloth. He 
whined and shoved his nose into her crotch, as if to say: let's get going. 

"I'll get you ready," Bill said ardently. 

Dottie smiled and agreed, though she knew she was always ready these days, 
her cunt constantly damp and slick, from all the attention paid to it. She 
let Billy pull her jeans and pants off and sat on the sofa with legs akimbo. 

There was no use pretending, die loved every minute of this! The child 
squatted between her knees and put his face in her wet crotch, his thumbs 
holding open the fluttering outer lips. No matter how many times this 
happened, she always gasped with shock and pleasure as the searching tongue 
moved up and down the moist warm slit. Stroking his head, she wriggled and 
shoved her pelvis forward, fantastically excited all over again. 

"Come on, Mom, Lad's hot already," an excited Davey reported. "Look, his 
thing is all red and shiny." 

Dottie got on her hands and knees on the rug, while the boys persuaded Lad 
to climb on. His forepaws scrabbled at her satiny naked back and she knew he 
had the idea. Tilting her ass as high as it could go, she waited in panting 
eagerness for the youngsters to help Lad. The warm furry body crept over her 
as the dog flicked his hindquarters and brought his slim rigid cock up 
against her pussy. The contact drove him wild and he whined and surged 
forward, until she felt the slick instrument actually penetrating her eager 
wet vulva. 

"Ahhhh," she breathed, lowering her face onto her folded arms. It was 
completely different than anything she'd experienced before, as he drove 
hard against her. She clamped down with her inner muscles to keep him in 
place and then Lad got so excited, his whining was one continuous moan. Up 
and down, in and out, harder and harder he surged. 

The two boys watched in awed fascination. The big dog had his forepaws on 
her shoulders now, and his body plastered flat along her back. If it weren't 
for the rags, those claws would be tearing her skin everywhere they touched! 
Usually so gentle, the collie obviously lost all restraint as he pounded 
away. 

"Oh, golly, I can't stand it!" Dave got underneath his mother's arched hips 
and had a close up view of the hard, slim, shiny cock that battered at the 
walls of her cunt. Then he put his mouth to the swaying crotch and licked 
her clit as hard as he could. She reacted immediately, her body growing 
tense and then rippling into relaxation. 

But the dog was-far from finished. Of course Dottie couldn't lock him into 
place the way a bitch would, but she did her best. At last the bucking 
stopped, Lad barked once, and then hung from her, panting. They had to help 
the exhausted animal down. 

"How was it, Mom?" 

"Fantastic!" She collapsed on the floor with Lad beside her, still nuzzling 
her crotch. His brown eyes rolled gratefully at his mistress. "We'll do it 
again," she promised, petting the huge animal, "and again and again!" 

"The only thing wrong," Bill said wistfully, "is that there's two of us, 
three if you count Lad, and only one of you!" 

Dottie was hurt although she knew what he meant. Of course the attention she 
was getting was never too much for her, but she could see that one or the 
other boy was left out from time to time. 

"Phoenix tomorrow," was all she said. "Everybody get to bed on time, get a 
good night's sleep." 

Phoenix-and George. She knew she'd have to see her husband some time, and 
he'd want to spend some weekends with Davey. Would he notice a change in 
her, or in the boy? She was in no position to tell and she shivered with 
fearful anticipation. What fun it would be, she thought, to fuck George and 
display her new knowledge. Wouldn't he just shit a brick if he knew what his 
"frigid" wife was up to! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"If you could only understand." 

"I'm trying to," Dottie said demurely. "Tell me how it all started." 

"I was lonesome and horny, and I lost my head. That's the truth, Dot, and 
that's all there was to it. It was stupid of me to bring her to the house." 
George held her hand and leaned toward her yearningly. "I want my family 
back," he said. "If you could only loosen up, realize that sex can be fun, 
we'd have a great life." 

Dottie was grateful for the dim lighting, because she couldn't help the 
satisfied smile on her face. They sat on a deep plushy banquette in one of 
the nicer lounges in town, Dottie with a martini and George with his usual 
beer. The lights were low and the music soft, a perfect place for lovers or 
seduction. She knew exactly why he'd suggested meeting her, but she'd gone 
along with it for her own purposes. 

There must be some way to maneuver George into the .scene she wanted, 
without giving herself away. 

"You thought I was cold," she said, "and I guess I was. The truth is, I 
didn't know much about that part of marriage. Why don't they teach girls 
more of what they really need to know?" 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. For years you're told to be good and pure, and 
then wham! You're married and supposed to be just the opposite." Dottie 
sipped the delicious cold liquid. He was heading for her trap-but would he 
take the bait? "If it's not too late for me to learn...." 

"Of course not! Just give me a chance!" 

"When I saw that girl-okay, that woman-go down on you, I was shocked down to 
my toes. But if I could see it again, I might learn what I need to know." 

He looked startled. "There's nothing I'd rather do than show you," he said 
ardently. He couldn't imagine going the sixty-nine route with his wife, but 
he was more than willing to try. "Let's go home, honey, and I swear, if you 
don't like it, I'll never mention it again." 

"Oh, no, George! That's not what I had in mind. 

If I could watch you with some other woman, then I'd find out whether it got 
me excited or not." George couldn't believe his ears. "You've got to be 
kidding!" 

"I've never been more serious in my life. Give that gal a call and see if 
she'll cooperate." 

She didn't know why she was insisting on this perversity-maybe to embarrass 
George, maybe to feed her own growing voyeurism. But she had an unformed 
feeling that this would compromise her husband so much, that he wouldn't 
dare interfere with her own pleasures. Somehow, anyhow, she had to be free 
to continue with Davey and Bill. Bill particularly was a problem. George 
knew perfectly well she had no nephew, and she couldn't think of a story 
good enough to satisfy him. 

"If she won't cooperate," Dottie added recklessly, "find a prostitute who 
will! I'm sure you know where to find one." 

"I'd feel like a fool," George said, although the growing bulge in his pants 
made him out a liar. "You wouldn't really go for that, Dot! Wouldn't you be 
upset, jealous?" 

She shrugged. "That's it, George. That or nothing." 

He stared at her dumbfounded. This was the last thing he'd expected from his 
wife! Here he'd lost her through just such a scene, and now she wanted the 
identical happening before she'd let him come home to stay! "I don't think 
Lola would go for that." Had Dottie flipped right out from her summer alone? 
But the more he thought about it, the more exciting the idea was. 

He ordered her another martini. "I'll go phone her and ask, but it's gonna 
take a while. To explain, I mean." 

Dottie smiled. "I'm in no hurry." 

She was finished with that drink and halfway into another before he 
returned. She watched him weave his way through the crowded room, trying to 
decide from the look on his face whether he'd been successful. 

"Whew! Another beer, waiter." He turned to Dottie. "Do you really want to go 
through with this?" 

"Certainly!" 

"Okay there, Dottie looked around curiously. It was a nice place, nothing 
special. And Lola looked nervous enough to give her any revenge she sought. 
She looked at the other woman with appraising eyes. Long blonde hair, yes. 
Slim figure, just as she remembered it. But undeniably, this woman was at 
least her own age. Dottie frowned, wondering if she were being fooled. 

"Are you really the woman I found in my bed that day?" she demanded. 

"Yes, of course. I'm so sorry about it, Dottie. That's the only reason I'm 
doing this tonight, though it seems freaky to me. But I think I owe you 
something." 

"Yes," Dottie agreed, sanctimoniously. "Fooling around with married men 
isn't very nice. What about your own husband?" 

"He died two years ago. And let me tell you, after being married it's really 
tough to be alone. I get so horny sometimes that-what can I tell you? I did 
it, I'm not proud of it, but I can't undo what's happened." 

George sat awkwardly on the edge of a chair. "Why don't we visit for a while 
and then go home, Dottie. This is just plain crazy." 

"Yes, let me get you a drink." Lola had set out bottles and glasses and an 
ice bucket on the coffee table. Nervously she fixed highballs. 

Dottie sipped hers with quiet enjoyment, knowing she had them both on the 
ropes. Ten to one, George couldn't even get an erection! But she wasn't 
going to let either of them off the hook. After a couple of drinks they'd be 
more relaxed, she decided. Her "automatic pilot" was in full control and she 
was determined, in her calm way, to see this thing through. Then we can all 
blackmail each other, she thought with sour pleasure. 

"Go right ahead," she said, "don't mind me. Just pretend you're alone 
together." 

"I can't!" George blurted out. 

"Lola will help you, I'm sure." It was fun being in command of the 
situation! Maybe-just maybe-when they got down to it, she'd join in. Show 
George what a real woman she'd gotten to be! But in another sense, she knew 
she'd just watch. She wanted to find out-what? If she had any more to learn, 
for one thing. Sex with kids would be a different thing than with a grown 
man. "Come on, get at it!" She wished she had a camera, but taking pictures 
might scare them too much. 

"You're sure? Because if you are " 

"I'm sure, George." 

They were all half drunk by this time and Dottie felt shivers of 
anticipation as George and Lola slowly removed their clothes. She had a pang 
of envy at the woman's slim, small-breasted body. How had she kept her shape 
so well? 

George felt pure lust sweep over him as he looked at the beautifully 
proportioned naked body. Truth to tell, he never had gotten enough of this 
woman yet! After the shock of being caught, he felt he never wanted to see 
her again. But since he was forced into it, he'd have to try and enjoy it. 
And if Dottie changed her mind about watching, she'd just have to leave! He 
was so into the mood by now he knew he couldn't stop. 

Lola, still wearing her panties, garter belt and nylons, stood defiantly in 
the middle of the floor. This was the craziest situation she'd ever been in 
in her life. She suspected Dottie had lost her marbles to set it up for them 
like that. But, just as much as George, she was in too far to back out. 

George went to her and put his arms around her, pulling the pliant body 
close. She ground her pelvis into him, her arms tight around his neck, her 
face upturned for his kiss. They stood locked together for several moments 
until the heat in the pit of her belly was too strong to be endured. "Let's 
go into the bedroom," she whispered. Arm in arm they went, and Dottie 
trailed after. She found a comfortable slipper chair and sank into it. 

Lola yanked the spread off the bed and sank into the softness of the sheets. 
"Hurry!" she urged him. 

George sat beside her and worked a finger up under the elastic band of her 
panties. Finding his target, he grinned. "You're all wet down there," he 
said in mock outrage. 

"Wet and hot!" The fingers in the nest of her pussy excited her and she drew 
in her breath sharply, let it out with an exaggerated sigh. Coyly she 
unhooked one stocking and drew it off. George unfastened the other and slid 
the wisp of nylon off her slender ankle. He pushed the panties down below 
her knees and, with a kick, sent them sailing across the room. The garter 
belt came next. 

Dottie studied the other woman's body, looking for and finding the telltale 
marks of maturity. How could she have mistaken her for a young girl? But 
with the bedroom draperies closed, the light dim, she'd seen what she 
expected to see. There was no getting around the fact, though, that this 
woman had taken care of herself. Her breasts were small, set high, the 
nipples pale pink against the satiny white skin. Her ribcage was taut, 
without an extra ounce of fat. The slightly rounded belly dipped to a dimple 
of a navel, above the thick bush of curly hair. A natural blonde? It was 
hard to believe but there was the evidence. 

Her features were rather plain, but her sweep of silvery gold hair more than 
made up for her face. Thick and lustrous, glinting under the soft bedside 
lamp, it drew all eyes like a magnet. 

With her newfound experience, Dottie also studied her husband as if he were 
a stranger. At least she'd gone to bed with Frank, seen him naked, so she 
had some standard of comparison. George was shorter but better built, with 
less of a paunch than her lover. But his cock was half again as long, 
dangling there against his hairy triangle. In a way, all that hair repelled 
her. She hated to think of her sweet little boys growing up and having hairy 
crotches, they were so lovely and smooth-skinned now. 

She noticed for the first time-after fourteen years of marriage!-that 
George's long thick cock had a slight bend to it, it didn't hang perfectly 
straight. How weird she'd never noticed that before! But then, she hadn't 
looked at him any more than she could help. What a fool she'd been, to waste 
all those good fucking years! 

George needed no more urging, from either his wife or his girl friend. 
Climbing over her on the bed, he let his half-hard penis drop in front of 
the rosy mouth. Spreading Lola's legs wide, he studied her pussy as if he 
were memorizing it for a test, as if he needed to be able to identify it 
again later. His finger trailed along one edge of the gaping moist lips, 
flicked against her clit, returned to edge deeper into the steaming cavern. 

"Ooooo!" Lola wriggled in ecstasy and took his swelling cock between her 
slim fingers. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed gently. 
Her wet pink tongue shot out, tasting, licking, sucking with just the 
lightest pressure. His cock grew harder and longer, bobbing out of her 
fingers for a moment as it filled with pulsing blood. 

Dottie watched every move in growing excitement, to the point where she 
forgot to keep checking Lola's technique. But she knew every instant of this 
night would stay in her memory forever, to be brought out and replayed on 
the screen of her mind whenever she wished. 

In spite of his original doubts, George delighted in the knowledge that his 
wife was watching. It was partly a feeling of revenge, as if to pay her back 
for all the nights she'd left him aching and unfulfilled. Now she could see 
for herself what a real woman was like! But aside from that, the sheer 
perversity of the scene made him twice as hot as normal. He felt like a king 
with slave girls at his command! One watching, panting and open-mouthed, and 
one obligingly sucking his cock with the most delicious of skilled mouth and 
teeth and tongue. 

Suddenly he buried his face in the warm wet cleft between her legs, his 
tongue shooting out to gather up her juices and savor the musky scent and 
taste. He nibbled at her clit with his lips and tongue, feeling the tiny 
hard bud raise itself just as his cock did on a larger scale. His tongue 
shoved stiffly against the rosy moist membranes, rapidly moving in and out. 
His hand cupped her asscheeks, lifting them up to give him greater access to 
her hidden places. Biting gently, sucking and licking, he moved up and down 
from the puckered asshole to the pulsating clit. 

"Oh, George," she panted, "you're the best pussy man I ever knew!" Her drawn 
face and thrashing head betrayed her ecstasy as she worked harder than ever 
on his thick cudgel, taking almost the entire length of it in her mouth and 
throat. 

Dottie was enthralled. She didn't worry for one second about the fact that 
this was her husband going down on that frantic body. In her imagination, 
she was Lola and feeling all the heart-stopping sensations that Lola felt. 
Her cunt burned and itched almost unbearably, but it felt good at the same 
time. If only George would get on with it! She couldn't see much with his 
face hiding the woman's pussy. Of course, she had a splendid view of the 
thick white prick sliding in and out of Lola's gasping mouth. But she wanted 
more, wanted to see them fuck! 

As if he'd read her mind, George paused. "Turn around this way honey," he 
said. He pulled Lola over on her stomach and shoved her face down into the 
pillows. He wanted to enter her pussy dog-fashion from behind, just to prove 
to his wife that other women were willing to experiment. 

For one frightening moment, Dottie thought he intended to stick that big 
cock in the woman's asshole. Her heart beat rapidly while she considered 
trying it herself, the first time she and George were alone. It wouldn't be 
anything like having Bill's immature penis in her bunghole, not a bit! But 
then she saw he was aiming for the cunt, right up through those dripping 
juices and fluttering pink labia. The cock went in slowly, inch by inch, 
while Lola wriggled back toward him to take more and more. Dottie shifted in 
her chair to get a better view. Her half-finished drink sat on a table 
beside her, and she sipped at it hurriedly to ease the dryness in her 
throat. 

With a small smacking noise, George hit bottom. He was joined to Lola as if 
by glue, as if they were two parts of one body. Drawing back so his 
burgeoning cock almost-but not quite-slipped out of its hole, he grunted and 
shoved it in again with force. 

Lola braced herself, almost bumping the headboard with her forehead. The 
cock was filling her so completely, she felt as if it'd push its way out her 
mouth! Bucking frantically back at him she let our little mewling cries that 
sounded like a lost kitten. 

"Do it, do it hard!" Dottie muttered as if it were she who was bowed over 
the bed like that, as if her own big cunt was taking the thrilling, ecstatic 
pounding. Small tingles of electricity shot through her and she clenched her 
hands tightly together. Why on earth had she waited so long to find out 
about the good things, the best things in life? She knew now that she had to 
take George back so he could do all those fantastic things on her own 
willing body. 

When Lola and George began to cum, both at the same time, Dottie stood up 
like an automaton and stripped the lower part of her body. Never mind the 
blouse and sweater and bra, just concentrate on what was important! George 
lay almost snoring at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving in and out as 
he tried to catch his breath. Dottie climbed up beside him, waiting 
impatiently until he was calm, until he saw her. He blinked his surprise at 
his wife, naked from the waist down, but he caught on in a hurry. 

"What do you want me to do?" He still couldn't quite believe that this 
frigid woman had changed. 

"Suck me," she commanded. "Get me off, George, please!" 

He pulled her to him and began again those sweet movements with the lips and 
tongue, astonished but happy to cooperate. Dottie wiggled like a giant eel, 
forcing her wet wanting cunt down on his nose and chin. Her whole body 
tensed as she strained for release. If she climaxed for George, it would be 
the first time ever! And she was about to, she knew all the signs and 
signals at last. In less than a minute her excitement boiled over and she 
fell back, gasping in her turn. 

Lola and George exchanged glances. "Unbelievable!" he said. 

"She seems to have learned a lot," she answered dryly. 

George drove his wife home slowly, trying to come to grips with the new 
situation. There'd been very little conversation after Dottie's cum, merely 
polite good nights and thank yous. Dottie hadn't asked him to move back, nor 
had she said the opposite. Remembering Lola's remark, he realized that his 
wife must have had a lover, someone who broke down her inhibitions and 
taught her something about the arts of love. It wasn't like Dottie but then, 
none of this made sense. Still in a glow of good feeling, he patted her 
knee. So what if she'd had a lover? The fellow, whoever he might be, had 
accomplished in two months what he had failed to do in fourteen years, and 
he couldn't help feeling a bit jealous about that. But on the other hand, if 
George himself were to get the benefits of it, he couldn't exactly complain. 

"Okay if I talk to Davey for a moment?" 

Dottie answered quickly. "Why not make it tomorrow? They probably have been 
in bed for hours." 

"They?" 

"He has a friend visiting," she said airily. She began to realize that her 
plot really had come to nothing. George would never equate his fling with 
Lola, and his wife's deliberately seducing her own son. To say nothing of 
Bill, who didn't even belong in the family. 

"Come to dinner tomorrow night," she said. "Then you and Davey can have the 
whole evening together." 

It didn't sound to George as if the marriage were , to be restored, but he 
was almost too tired to care. They'd talk it over the next evening, he 
thought comfortably. Dottie was so changed, he was sure everything would 
work out all right. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Dottie lay on the bedroom floor, bare ass naked, her knees cocked high and 
wide. She could hardly keep from giggling and the boys, too, were laughing. 
Bill wore a pajama top because he claimed the air conditioning was too cold, 
but that was the only piece of clothing between the three of them. 

"Let me do it," Davey said. 

Bill handed him the chunk of braunschweiger, about an inch square cube. He 
knelt between his mother's legs, and opened the outer lips of her vulva. 
Taking a good long look first at her exposed cunt, he carefully placed the 
meat inside and let the resilient flesh close on it. 

Outside the door, the collie snuffled and scratched, trying to get in and 
join the fun. 

Dottie laughed harder. "The ideas you boys come up with," she said. But she 
liked it all the same, and they knew it. "Okay, it's in me, go get Lad." 

The handsome collie rushed in, plumed tail streaming behind, his black 
tongue lolling out of the sharp-toothed pink mouth. He raced around the 
room, barking excitedly for a few minutes before he seemed to notice his 
mistress lying on the floor, waiting for him. 

Then he stopped, sniffing the air, looking for the liver sausage with its 
pungent fragrance. The boys sat on either side of Dottie, watching 
expectantly while the dog homed in on the scent. He crouched down between 
her legs, poking her hairy vee with his long aristocratic nose. 

"He smells it!" 

"Ooohhh, you tickle, Lad," Dottie said. 

The dog's tongue went straight for its goal. Lapping at her 
enthusiastically, he managed to part the ragged pink outer lips and get a 
taste of the meat on his tongue. Dottie felt goose bumps spring out on her 
arms. It was just too exciting, she couldn't stand it! She pulled her 
cuntlips apart with her hands and Lad worked harder, slurping up every 
delicious morsel. Dottie lay very still, exposing her inner lips to his 
mouth and tongue, hoping he'd keep it up even when the meat was gone-and he 
did. 

"Jeee-zus! That dog's tongue is something else!" 

A series of small vibrations ran over her, and finally she sat up, 
temporarily sated. 

"How about a cup of cocoa before bed, kids?" 

Putting on her robe, she headed for the kitchen. 

She had almost too much to think about and no easy solutions to her 
problems. Naturally she hadn't told the boys how she'd spent the evening. 

But die decided she'd better share a bit of the worry with them so they'd 
know exactly what the score was. 

Sitting around the table with steaming cups, the boys listened to her 
seriously. 

"All the fun we've had this summer," she said, "I mean the sex games. ... 
You know, Dave, your Dad would kill me if he found out about it. We've got 
to decide...." It was heavy going, finding the right words to present the 
problem, without admitting that she'd done wrong. "Look, kids, this is the 
way it is. Your Dad wants to come back to me, Dave. I want him back, I 
really do. Boys should have a father. I can explain Bill to him all right, 
he'll help us get it straightened out legally." She paused, and then went 
on. "But if we come back together as a family, all the sex play has got to 
go. We have to cut-it-right-out!" 

Davey didn't want to quit but he knew in his heart that she was right. Bill 
on the other hand had practically no moral sense or training at all. Bright 
as he was basically, he'd never learned the rules and regulations of 
society. 

"Maybe if we explained to Dave's dad, and he knew how much fun we're having? 
We're not hurting anyone, are we?" Bill didn't want to lose the closeness, 
both physical and emotional, his first experience of love. 

The collie wandered into the kitchen and scooted under the table so he could 
put his nose in Dottie's crotch. "Not now, Lad," she said, pushing him away. 
And there was another problem she hadn't even thought about. How do you 
un-train a dog? But even George would be suspicious of the collie's actions. 

"I don't wanna," Davey said, "but I guess we have to. I'd like my Dad back 
too." 

Bill had tears in his eyes. "When do we have to start? I mean, can't we play 
with you any more, ever? From now on?" 

The time to stop was right then and Dottie knew it, but she weakly said, 
"Well, maybe not right away." She hoped having an active sex life with her 
husband would compensate for her loss, but she wasn't at all sure of it. 
There was something irresistible to her in the young male bodies she'd been 
enjoying. It was a difficult decision. "Tell you what, boys, let's go back 
to the mountains for one last fling over Labor Day. We'll cram all the fun 
into a week that we can, and then we'll come back home and start new lives." 

It was better than nothing, the boys agreed. 

George wasn't too pleased when he heard about it at dinner the next night. 
He'd dreamed that his family was home again and woke to the happy knowledge 
that it was true. But, afraid to push Dottie too far, he went along with it. 
And the presence of the strange boy, "a friend of Davey's," kept him from 
arguing. 

They decided to wait and tell George later about Bill's ambiguous status in 
the family. It would have to be put to him in the right way, or he'd be all 
for returning the boy to his orphanage. 

George went back to his bachelor apartment determined to stick it out, but 
not alone. After the events of the other night, he felt perfectly justified 
in taking Lola out to dinner, and anything that happened afterward would be 
Dottie's own doing. When he went to pick her up, she had an interesting 
piece of news. 

"Remember that guy you introduced me to, the one who knows Dottie?" 

"Yeah, Frank something or other." 

"He stopped over this afternoon-I don't even know how he found the address, 
but I suppose from the phone book." 

"What was on his mind?" 

"I'm not sure," Lola said thoughtfully. "We had a couple of drinks and 
talked and-I don't know. He kept hinting something but I couldn't figure out 
what it was. Some odd story about a boy named Bill, Dottie's nephew." 

"He must have gotten mixed up. The kid's just a friend of Davey's." 

Lola let it go. It wasn't any of her business in the first place, and there 
was something about Frank she didn't like, didn't trust. The whole 
situation-Dottie on her voyeur trip, the way the woman had evidently 
changed-made her uneasy. There was something weird going on and she didn't 
want any part of it. George was okay but his family were definitely strange. 

George brought it up again when they were lying relaxed in bed, in the 
euphoric state that comes in the aftermath of successful lovemaking. "Tell 
me what Frank said again, Lola." 

"He was rather mysterious and I'm not really sure. What I got out of it was 
that Dottie introduced the kid as her nephew-" 

"She hasn't got a nephew." 

"Yes, that's just it. He swore he'd seen the boy in the neighborhood a good 
three weeks before he supposedly 'arrived' for a vacation." 

George yawned. "It doesn't make sense. Is that all there is to it?" His mind 
was more on Lola herself and he wondered if he'd been a fool to continue 
with his marriage. Lola would make a good wife, the kind of woman he could 
really relax with and enjoy. And Dottie seemed to be getting more peculiar 
all the time. 

"...might as well tell you, I guess. He hinted that there's some kind of 
hanky panky going on in the cabin. Maybe he meant she had a lover? But that 
wasn't quite it. More like something to do with Dave and the other boy." 

George rolled over and bit her ear. "He's some kind of nut, I guess. It 
doesn't add up." 

Lola was tired of the subject too. She put her hand between his legs and 
crooned, "Poor little man, he's all shriveled up. Does him want Lola to make 
him hard and strong again?" 

"Him sure do," George said. They adjusted their bodies comfortably so he 
could excite her clit, while she cradled his limp cock in her hands and 
stroked it into life. Marriage with Lola could be so easy and pleasant, he 
thought regretfully. She didn't have any hang-ups like Dottie's, she simply 
took life as it came and enjoyed it. 

A few minutes later he mounted her, his stiff thick cudgel sliding in easily 
and smoothly, and they fucked for the third time that evening. But tired as 
he was, George slept badly. Something in the back of his mind was signaling 
for attention, some thought he couldn't drag out where he could look at it. 
He knew it had to do with his wife and son, but what it was he couldn't 
imagine. 

The feeling stayed with him for the next few days, even though he told 
himself not to be silly. 

He took Lola to lunch, enjoying her company even more now that he realized 
he'd soon lose her pleasant companionship and marvelous talents in bed. 

As they sat over coffee, George made a sudden decision. "It's almost Labor 
Day," he said. "How would you like a weekend in the mountains?" 

"I don't have any real plans." 

"We'll surprise Dottie and Dave. She certainly can't object to your being 
there, after she practically forced us into bed together." 

"I'm not so sure about that." In spite of her doubts, she knew she'd go. 
George had come to mean something to her too, and she seriously doubted that 
his marriage would last. Even if she hadn't told George, she had a rather 
clear idea of what Frank had been hinting. It was impossible, of course, 
things like that just didn't happen. It was much more likely that some man 
was spending his nights in the cabin, and Dottie wanted to enjoy her last 
bit of freedom with her lover. 

"We'll leave early tomorrow morning," he said. "Can you be ready about six?" 

"Of course." 

George was a good driver, good enough that most of the time, he had a hand 
free for Lola. "Stop it, George," she laughed. "All the truck drivers and 
bus passengers can look right into the car." 

"What trucks? What buses?" 

It was true, there was very little traffic at that hour, even on a holiday 
weekend. So she moved closer to him, liking his attentions in spite of 
herself. Shoving up her skirt, he slipped his hand inside her panties. 
Wriggling and squirming, and still not moving away, she felt his fingers rub 
her clit and then jam straight up inside her already damp pussy. Leaning 
over, she kissed him on the neck. Her hand went to his crotch and felt the 
sizable bulge there. She squeezed it through the material of his trousers 
and shorts and felt it grow larger. 

"Damn it, I can't stand this," George said. 

"Look for a place to pull off." 

They found a side road and a clump of cottonwoods that more or less screened 
them from the highway. George killed the motor and turned to her. "Get those 
pants off," he said huskily, pulling at his own zipper. 

"The back seat." She climbed over and lay on her back. 

George thought he'd never been so hot as with this pretty, tantalizing 
woman. Crouching over her, he raised her ass with one hand and shoved his 
throbbing hard cock into her moist cunt. They rocked back and forth in 
immediate rhythm and he felt his penis growing even larger from the close 
exciting contact. He wanted to do something wild, something different, but 
he didn't know what. Could he possibly be falling in love with Lola-after 
all this time? He pushed a finger against her asshole and it penetrated half 
an inch. 

"Oh, George, don't," she said fearfully. 

"I won't hurt you." he promised. 

And after a second's adjustment, she found new thrills running through her 
body, centering on the richly sensitive anus. "Wowwww," she breathed. "How 
come you never did that before?" 

He worked the finger in a little farther and the electric tingle shot 
through her. "I've ... never ... cum so fast ... before," she panted, 
vibrating inside and out and clinging to his waist. "This ... is ... 
fantastic." 

He slowed momentarily during her cum, then speeded up again to a crisp 
tempo, his body smacking damply on hers as the sweat began to stand out on 
his skin. He leaned farther forward, to let the base of his cock rub against 
her clit. "I want you to cum again-and again!" 

And she did, in a sort of multiple orgasm that rocked her from head to toe, 
arched her back, stiffened her arms and legs for a moment until she fell 
back loosely. George smiled down at her, delighted with himself for exciting 
her. Then his own cum swept over him. 

"Aaarrgghhhh!" He rubbed his face hard on hers. "Damn it, woman, I think I 
love you." Happiness flooded over her at his words. She'd been afraid to 
admit, even to herself, her real feelings for him. "I love you too," she 
said softly, tears brimming in her eyes.. "I love you too," she said softly, 
tears brimming in her eyes. "I love you so very much." 

Back on the highway they rode for a while without talking. She snuggled 
close and kept one hand on his thigh, feeling happy and scared and thrilled 
all at the same time. "Did you mean it, George?" she finally asked him. 

"I meant it all right. But what we're going to do about it, I can't say at 
the moment." 

They drove straight through, not bothering to stop efccept for gas. Lola fed 
him out of the picnic basket she'd brought along, and munched on a sandwich 
herself. She was much too happy to be hungry. The sky stretched blue and 
cloudless over them, it was one of those fortunate days that come even in 
the rainy season. Lola felt as if the whole world had changed and herself 
with it. At the same time, she began to be apprehensive as they neared their 
goal. What did George have in mind? It would be different now, seeing 
Dottie. She felt guilty in spite of herself. 

"There's the cutoff," George said and swung the car onto a two-lane graveled 
road. Even that didn't last long and they were soon bouncing on rutted red 
clay, climbing constantly on the curving road. 

"Another ten minutes," George said, and she got out her mirror and combed 
her hair. 

"Don't worry," he added. "We'll straighten it all out somehow. Dottie 
doesn't seem any too anxious to come back to me in the first place." 

They passed the Lodge and a scattering of other houses and cabins, and then 
they were driving over the rattling cattle guard into the yard. He turned, 
off the ignition and stared. 

"Half the shutters closed," he said thoughtfully. 

"Maybe nobody's here." 

He carried the picnic basket and her suitcase to the porch. They didn't make 
any special effort to keep quiet, but neither did they talk. George shoved 
his key in the lock and turned it, stepping aside for her to enter. She 
moved through the tiny vestibule and into the living room archway, and 
stopped dead. 

"What's the matter?" 

Wordlessly, she stepped aside so he could see. Lola wasn't sure herself what 
she was looking at. The light was dim, and motes of dust swam in the few 
rays of sunlight that penetrated the room. She saw the same look of shock on 
George's face that must be mirrored on her own, as she took in all the 
lascivious details. 

Dottie lay on the floor sound asleep, her head pillowed on the collie's 
back. She was naked except for her blue-striped apron that Bill liked so 
much, and it looked somehow obscene against her big sagging nude body. The 
collie fluttered his tail at them but he didn't move. 

The boy Bill lay at Dottie's side, and it was obvious that he'd fallen 
asleep with her tit in his mouth. The relaxed lips still held it loosely, 
and one arm was sprawled across her chest, his hand on her other tit. He was 
naked too, of course, his slim body cuddled up close to his foster-mother. 

Davey lay between his mother's outstretched legs, his head pillowed on her 
protuberant pubic mound, a few hairs still clinging to his damp lips. 

What seemed totally incongruous to the silent watchers, was the fact that 
the boys were both wearing Indian feathered head-dresses, and their faces 
were crudely painted with lipstick and mascara. 

As George stared stupefied, he noticed other details. His wife's tits were 
rouged or colored somehow. Her inner thighs, where Davey rested so 
peacefully, were stained as was her pussy hair, obviously with semen or her 
own sex juices. Red smudges here and there on her body evidently came from 
the boy's made-up faces and added to the startling aspect of the scene. 

"My God," George whispered. "I don't believe it." 

Lola had her eyes fixed on the boy who was evidently her lover's son. What a 
handsome husky boy! She licked her lips nervously. Maybe he was just a kid, 
but he certainly had a big capable-looking dong on him! Something stirred in 
the pit of her belly as she surveyed his blond hair, his wide tanned 
shoulders tapering to a small waist and ass, and his strong young legs. His 
skin was so smooth, she thought, it must feel like velvet. She wanted 
desperately to walk over there and put her hand on his arm, but one look at 
George's face stopped her. 

Dottie's eyes blinked and opened, suddenly wide and startled as if someone 
were dangling a rattlesnake in front of her face. "Oh, my God," she said in 
a flat tone. 

George turned on his heel and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to get 
drunk," he said to nobody in particular. 

"Me too," Lola said, following him. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

To Dottie, it was like the end of the world-her world. It had never occurred 
to her that George would visit the cabin and it seemed like a dirty trick 
fate was playing on her. And she and the boys were having such a fine time 
up till then! 

Bill had come across a box of Dave's discarded toys, and fallen on the 
Indian feathered headbands with glee. Davey of course had outgrown the need 
to play cowboys and Indians, but the younger boy had missed a good part of 
his childhood in the orphanage. "Please, Dave," he begged and to amuse his 
friend, Dave too made his face up with his mother's cosmetics and went 
whooping through the woods. 

They came back for lunch iii high spirits. Dottie thought she was the 
luckiest woman in the world to have such attractive sons, and she couldn't 
possibly be doing them any harm since they were obviously so happy. 

After lunch she coaxed them. "Stay in with Mother for a while!" 

"It's such a nice day outside," Bill said wistfully. But Dave was loyal. "We 
can't leave Mom alone all the time, Bill." 

Dottie guessed she must be a nymphomaniac because she never could get too 
much sex. Anyhow this was the last time she and the boys would be alone 
together, and she wanted to make the most of it. She was disappointed that 
Bill was reluctant, but she hid her hurt; and soon, Bill was as thoroughly 
involved in the sex games as she and Davey. 

"Wouldn't you like a blow-job?" she asked pleadingly. 

"Sure, Mom." 

She even put on his favorite blue-striped apron after she undressed, and her 
tits tightened against the fabric as she felt that familiar stirring in the 
pit of her belly. When she knelt and took Bill's soft little button in her 
hands, it was with a sense of dedication. I'd do anything for my boys, 
anything at all! She curled her tongue around his small cock and felt her 
mouth fill with saliva as the fierce urge swept through her. 

Bill forgot about playing outdoors as soon as his prick began to swell. He 
lay on the rug, thinking how great it was to have a mother and a brother. A 
real family, just like other kids! He was afraid of the unknown future that 
stretched ahead after his holiday weekend, but he knew Mom and Dave would 
help him as best they could. If only his new Dad would accept him too! 

When Dottie felt the precious cock grow rigid in her mouth, she also felt a 
different but equally nice sensation. Davey was behind her, pushing her legs 
apart, his hands exploring her muff and finding it damp and ready. Seconds 
later his hard little cock poked against the ragged pink flanges of her 
cunt, and slid in as easily as a knife cutting hot butter. What a man he was 
growing up to be! He liked to take charge, to express his manhood with his 
mother, to be the leader and not the led. 

"Mom, wait!" 

His cock slid out of her and she felt deprived, but from the eager note in 
his voice, she knew he'd come up with a new game. 

"Is Bill hard? ... Good. Listen, Mom, what if we both try to fuck you at the 
same time? Could we both get our dicks in you?" 

Dottie saw the possibilities instantly, and she loved it. Both her 
youngsters with their cocks in her at the same time! She let go of what Bill 
called his whanger, letting it slide over her rosy lips with regret, but 
intrigued with the new idea. "Yes," she said happily, "let's try it. Okay, 
Bill?" 

The bright-eyed little boy was all for it. "Come on, Mom, lie down and let 
me put a pillow under your ass." 

Half leaning with her back against the sofa, her pelvis tilted and her legs 
spread wide, Dottie felt like a queen. 

Davey picked up one of her legs and slung it over his shoulder, and Bill 
followed suit. The grinning boys tickled her belly until she was weak with 
laughter. And then Bill grew impatient and, separating her pussy lips with 
his fingers, inched his small but perfect cock into it. 

"Ummmmm, I like that," she said contentedly. It was Dave's turn. Moving in 
as close to her as he could, he laid his cock at the warm wet opening. His 
face suddenly serious, teeth clenching his lower lip, he slowly shoved 
forward. Dottie held her breath, unable to believe it was really working. 
Her steaming cunt was full of little-boy cock, so full she thought she'd 
split! The elastic walls were stretched to their fullest capacity, and only 
her profuse glandular fluids made it possible! 

"Aaarrgghh!" she groaned, the heat inside her overcoming the discomfort. 

She put a hand on each sturdy waist, and slowly her hips moved into a 
rocking rhythm. The two boys pounded in unison, their young bodies rocking 
back on their heels and forward, their feathered heads nodding together, 
back and again plunging hard against her. Oh, this was the most ecstatic 
feeling she'd ever known! Tears filled her eyes as the sweet sensations 
flooded her body, and the warm hard flesh drove her into a mind-spinning 
state, drunk on pure physical thrills. 

Davey moved from side to side, and Bill quickly picked up the new rhythm. 
"Fabulous, Mom!" 

"Yeahhhhh!" Their firm rubbery organs pushed against her inner walls, 
seemingly finding a new and more sensitive spot with every drive. She let go 
of their bodies and clutched her head as if to hold it in place. This was 
the ultimate, she thought dimly. This was the one final sensation she'd 
needed to round off the summer! In the months ahead, when her body craved a 
different release than even George could give her, she'd remember this 
moment and recreate it in her mind, feast on it endlessly. 

Something nudged her and she saw Lad standing there, wanting to be part of 
the fun. But there was no room for him this time! As if he realized it in 
his animal brain, he began to lap at her sweaty breasts. Fire already burned 
inside her and now her tits too were blazing with rich excitement. The old 
familiar gathering up began in her loins. 

"Oh, make me cum," she pleaded hoarsely. "Cum with me, boys, shoot it off 
inside me!" She didn't really know what she was saying but it didn't matter, 
she muttered and mewled and gave herself up completely to the brightness 
that threatened any minute to explode inside her. 

"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!" Bill shouted into her face, his voice cracking 
and almost out of control. 

Davey tried to say he was too, but he couldn't force the words out of his 
parched mouth. 

And the instant that the twin streams jetted hotly into her raging cunt, 
Dottie felt the explosion inside her own body. "Yes, yes, yes, yessssss!" 
she panted, clutching at the collie's mane for support. 

The boys fell forward on her big chest and she held them in her arms, their 
sweat-slick bodies warm and comforting on her trembling body. 

Nothing she'd ever heard about motherhood had prepared her for this, she 
thought. To really know your own children, totally appreciate them, called 
for this closeness and nothing could replace it. 

When her heart slowed its rapid beating, she moved a few feet away and 
relaxed comfortably, her head pillowed on Lad's wide back. The boys crawled 
to her, Bill to suck on his favorite pacifier, Davey to sprawl loosely 
between her legs. Dottie didn't even know that the boys' "war paint" had 
rubbed off on her pendulous tits and other places on her body. 

It was a rude awakening she had, seeing George and the unbelieving yet 
horrified look on his face. 

She heard him stumble into the kitchen and her heart was filled with pity 
for him. If he only had the right spirit, could look at things in the right 
way, this wouldn't be so terrible for him. He could accept her bizarre 
behavior, scolding perhaps but not demoralized. Or he could join her in 
self-deception and pretend that none of it was true. Knowing George, she was 
sure he wouldn't do either one. 

How many times had she said to herself, "George will kill me if he finds 
out!" But what would he really do? She wasn't sure if he were capable of 
violence or not. 

Fortunately there were several bottles of liquor left over from the chili 
party. She heard him open the cupboard, clinking the bottles against each 
other with shaking hands. Then a deep groan as he scraped a chair up to the 
table. 

"Don't go through the kitchen," she warned the boys. "Run and get cleaned up 
and dressed." 

Tidying herself in the bedroom, she tried to be philosophical about it. 
Maybe Lola could get him calmed down. And after all, what could George do? 
She'd already filed for divorce, and he surely wouldn't want anybody else to 
know about this. Maybe he'd have a few drinks and drive away, taking his 
mistress with him. 

When she finally tiptoed back to the living room, there he was in his 
favorite chair with a bottle in his hand. "Gonna get drunk," he mumbled. 

Get drunk? He'd already poured down almost a fifth of bourbon. 

Lola was tipsy too, but not as bad as George. As Dottie realized later, the 
other woman had just gotten enough booze in her to lower her inhibitions. 

"Siddown and talk to me," Lola said. "I wanna know ... how long thish hash 
been going on." 

Dottie was longing to talk, to put everything in the proper perspective in 
her own mind, and she told the truth. The skinny-dip party, seeing her son 
naked for the first time in several years, Davey finding her with Lad, the 
whole story about Bill. She felt a lot better when she'd poured it all out. 

"What's he going to do?" she asked apprehensively. 

Lola shrugged, and made an effort to clarify her speech. "I dunno. Jus' kep' 
saying, he couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Then came in here an' 
passed out." And then she gave herself away. Leaning forward, one hand 
clutching Dottie's arm so hard the enameled nails bit into the flesh, she 
said, "Tell me truth, Dottie. How is it?" 

With a womanly wise smile, Dottie leaned back. "It's the best sex I've ever 
had, Lola. Little boys are so-Oh, I don't know. They're just so sweet." Like 
conspirators they looked at each other, the same lustful smile on either 
face. "What do they do, really?" She sounded completely sober. "Can they 
actually get hard-ons and, you know, fuck?" Dottie said complacently, "Can 
they ever! Would you believe, half an hour ago they both fucked me at the 
same time? Both beautiful little cocks in my pussy, at once! They'll do 
anything, those sweet boys." 

"But don't you worry about, uh, corrupting them?" 

Dottie had an answer for that, too. "It's better for kids to learn about sex 
at home, and get the straight facts. Would you want your son going to some 
prostitute, probably diseased?" 

"But it's incest!" 

"Yeah." 

Lola had only one more question. "What'll we do with him?" She looked at 
George, as if he were an object to be disposed of rather than the man that, 
an hour ago, she'd wanted to marry. 

"I was just thinking," Dottie said cautiously, "that the boys and I should 
pack up and go home to Phoenix. Now if you'd like to ride with us...." 

Settled in the back seat of Dottie's car a short time later, she remembered 
the ride up with George, and a little smile played over her face. She'd 
still have George from time to time, she decided, but this absolutely and 
deliciously depraved sex had to be sampled first. And since it was a long 
and boring ride for the youngster, the sampling came soon. 

Bill snuggled against her and patted her breast. "I bet you have pretty 
tits," he said, and Lola's heart beat faster. Without answering, she 
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her full yet small bra, its lime green nylon 
a sharp contrast to her satiny white skin. 

"I'll unhook it for you," the boy offered. He pulled the blouse down her 
arms and reached behind her, fumbling with the hooks. "Mmmmmm they sure are 
pretty," he said as the bra fell loosely around her waist. "Can I touch 
them?" 

Lola kissed him on the forehead and said, "Go ahead, and you can kiss and 
suck them too." 

Dottie and Davey smiled proudly at each other, hearing the conversation from 
the front seat which they shared with Lad. After all, hadn't they personally 
taught Bill all the interesting things he was beginning to do to Lola! 

Lola had never felt so daring and sexually turned-on in her life. The little 
boy held her round white breast in his hands and kissed it lovingly. His 
mouth was so soft, his skin as smooth as a baby's. And then when his tongue 
darted out and hotly licked the trembling globe, she was electrified. Her 
rosy tits came erect like the stiffened petals of a flower. She had never 
dreamed that a child could be so gentle and yet so exciting! His grubby 
hands and boyish face next to her own mature body was the ultimate in 
perverse pleasure, a mental thrill as well as a physical one. 

Making love with a child had never entered her mind until Frank dropped his 
gossipy innuendos, but since then she couldn't get it off her mind. And 
seeing the two boys clinging to Dottie's gross body had pulled the trigger, 
started her on a course of action that only last week would have been 
unthinkable. Her slim body quivered with each hot yet delicate kiss, and she 
knew she would go as far with the boy as he was willing. 

"Oh, I shouldn't do this," she gasped, "but isn't it wonderful? Simply 
wonderful!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Oh! Oh! OOOHHH!" Lola panted happily, rotating her hips and pressing down 
on Bill's small face and wet pointed tongue. "Oh, you little boys are 
marrrvelouss!" 

She half lay on the couch with one foot to the floor for balance, the open 
vee of her crotch undulating, her cunt fiery hot. An ecstatic expression was 
fixed on her face and her hands clutched the youngster's mop of dark hair. 
"Suck me harder, Bill, give it to me good!" 

Davey slumped in. a chair across the room, temporarily sated from the 
blow-job his mother had just given him. He watched her and Lad with 
interest, wondering how it felt to be a woman and have sex with a collie. 

This new world of the senses had been a great revelation to the 
thirteen-year-old. He could still recall the shock he'd felt at seeing his 
mother slumped in a chair, while the big collie eagerly lapped her love 
juices. He'd heard jokes about guys fooling around with sheep and cows, but 
it seemed so unlikely that he thought the other guys were putting him on. 
Instead, he supposed it was all true. Would a collie prefer to fuck another 
dog, or a human being? Certainly Lad showed great enthusiasm for what he was 
doing. He's really hot after Mon's ass, he thought admiringly. That slick 
peter banged away a lot longer than Dave himself could do it-or at least it 
seemed longer! He wondered too what his mother thought about when the dog 
was doing it to her. Was it different than a boy or a man? 

As a matter-of-fact, his mother was way past thinking anything, too lost in 
pure physical sensation to formulate an idea of any kind. The collie's 
weight on her back, the warmth of his thick cock, the slender paws on her 
shoulders and-most of all-the thick hard pencil of his cock beating in and 
out kept her totally absorbed in action and feeling. Her delicate inner 
tissues were assaulted again and again, in the most thrilling way. Her thick 
secretions coated the dog's prick with constant slippery moisture, and still 
dripped out onto her thighs and legs. It seemed to her that she had more 
magnificent orgasms daily and was more fulfilled than was humanly possible. 

"Ohhhh, Lad," she groaned. "Cum, Lad, cum!!" Her own climax was 
devastatingly near and her body ready to drop from exhaustion, and still the 
animal slammed against her time and time again. 

Lola was still new at the game and even through her absorbing pleasure 
little tendrils of guilt and fear crept through her mind. Would George 
suspect, and if so, what would he do? If she only had Dottie's ability to 
live in the moment, and to rationalize all problems away, then she'd really 
be in heaven! As it was she jumped at every sound, afraid that George might 
have wakened and followed them. The front door was closed with a bolt but 
what if he came through the rear of the house? 

She knew she was a fool to chance losing George-at the very time when he'd 
be most susceptible. And yet she could no more have stopped herself than she 
could quit breathing. Of course she'd had a more active sex life than Dottie 
by all accounts, which made living alone very difficult. But that was just 
an excuse, a Dottie-type excuse. 

Face it, Lola, you're depraved! And obscene, and lascivious, and disgusting 
and, and stupid! And the worst part was she loved every minute of it! 

"Lookit my whanger," Bill said proudly. "Are you gonna suck me off like Mom 
did Davey?" 

"You betcha!" As if in a dream, she slid down next to the naked little boy 
and took hold of his childish but erect prick. Pulling back the foreskin 
with gentle fingers, she was amazed at its young perfection. He hadn't much 
jism yet, Dottie had confided, but he could cum anyhow. Who wouldn't want to 
adopt a little boy like this, so loving and adorable! She was surprised to 
see he had miniature balls, too, because she had a vague idea they didn't 
appear till later. Someday she'd have to get Dottie to explain it all to 
her. Meantime, that luscious little bone definitely needed to go in her 
mouth. 

"Next time I'll fuck you in the bunghole," Bill said confidently, while her 
tongue lapped the blood-gorged instrument. "I do that real good." 

He was such an innocent boy, in his own way. Dottie had better explain a few 
things to him before school opened, or they'd all be in trouble. She could 
picture him telling the class all about sex during "sharing time!" Sucking 
on his hard prick like a child with an all-day sucker, she rolled her eyes 
across the room to see what the others were doing. Oh, that Dottie! There 
she came with a big bowl of popcorn and a tray of glasses. Milk! The utter 
incongruity of it struck her forcibly. Was she out of her mind to be here? 

But then Bill began to fuck harder into her mouth and she knew he was about 
to cum. 

"Aaayyy!" He gave his odd, shrill cry and collapsed backward, but not before 
she sucked and swallowed every acrid drop into her wildly consuming gullet. 

"Popcorn?" Dottie extended the bowl. "It's freshly popped. Maybe you'd 
rather have coffee or a drink?" 

"No, milk's fine. God, am I thirsty!" She drained the glass, wondering how 
long it had been since she tasted milk. 

"Listen, Dottie," she said for the dozenth time, "What will we do if George 
shows up?" 

"I've been thinking about that," Dottie said placidly. 

"And?" 

"I'm sure he's too drunk to drive. George always said people shouldn't drive 
and drink." 

Really, the woman was incredible! But somehow, her calmness was contagious 
and Lola relaxed again, and took a greedy handful of popcorn. She'd take on 
Davey next, she decided, if the boy wasn't too tired. She looked at him 
appraisingly, noticing his blue-eyed good looks as well as the length of his 
almost man-size penis. Or maybe, the collie? So far she'd not even let the 
dog lick her cunt, but if she were going to be depraved, she might as well 
go all the way. That tongue of his, it must be almost as powerful as a man's 
cock! 

Lad, with his uncanny ability to empathize with humans, walked over and 
dropped to the carpet beside her. Almost without thinking, she opened her 
legs for the dog. Davey giggled and said, "Wait a minute, Lola, I'll show 
you Lad's favorite trick." He shouldered the dog aside and took an 
especially plump warm piece of popcorn. His sturdy hands opened her legs 
wider, and then his thumbs were on her sensitive slit, opening the still 
damp outer lips and inserting the popcorn. 

"There, Lad, go get it!" 

How strange it felt, to have the boy touch her so casually and yet so 
excitingly! Lad whined deep in his throat and nosed at her crotch, his nose 
cold and wet. Then that enormous tongue shot out, wiping its wet roughish 
way the length of her pussy. 

The salty kernel popped out and went into the dog's mouth, down his throat, 
but that didn't even slow down his intensive tongue massage. Fascinated, 
Lola watched the pink mouth and the sharp white teeth, knowing one crunch of 
the mighty jaws would rip through her flesh like a knife. But the gentle 
beast had no such hostile intentions. He seemed to like the taste of her 
soiled cunt as much as he had the popcorn! "Aaahhh!" she whimpered, 
shivering a little in her excitement. "That's a goooood boy, Laddie!" 
Moments later her body moved in an involuntary spasm, an orgasm that 
startled and surprised her. 

Dottie felt a bit jealous, but on the whole, satisfied with Lola's company. 
Wouldn't George just shit a brick if he knew? It seemed to her the most 
amazing coincidence, that the woman who'd destroyed her marriage should be 
sitting here, stark naked, getting tongue-fucked by Lad. Suddenly a lot of 
things came clear to Dottie. 

"That's why you shouldn't worry about George," she said. "I mean, all those 
months I was so jealous of you, and simply knew you'd taken my husband away 
from me. She ruined my life, I used to think, when I didn't even know your 
name. But look at us now!" 

Lola stared at her, puzzled. "I don't get it." 

"It's so simple, really. Think of all the worry I wasted on you, to no 
purpose. Everything worked out just great, didn't it? Chances are this 
little problem will work itself out too, and then we'll feel like idiots for 
having bothered over it." It sounded logical until you started taking it 
apart, and then it didn't make sense at all. Was the woman really crazy? The 
very least George would do was try to take his son away from her. Men felt 
strongly about things like this, she knew. 

"Don't worry, Mom's right." Dave gave her his dazzling smile. "Anyhow, we 
aren't ever going to do this again, are we? When we tell him that, it'll be 
okay." 

Lola pushed the worry aside in her quick excitement. What a handsome boy! 
She remembered how she'd felt when she stood in the doorway at the cabin, 
how her throat had tightened and her heart began to trip. Understanding of 
the perverse erotic situation had flooded over her and at the very same 
moment, she'd known how overwhelmingly she wanted Davey. Bill was okay, he'd 
given her some thrills, but her affection for the older boy was deeper and 
more subtle. 

"Dave," she began, "would you like me to make your dick hard?" Her voice was 
low and seductive. 

"Sure," he said obligingly, "That'd be real nice." 

He climbed into a chair and she squatted between his legs, examining his 
genitals with an experienced eye. He certainly was developed for a 
youngster! His cock-she lifted it and stretched its supple length-was as 
large as some men's that she'd seen. Would it keep on growing as he got 
older? If so, he would soon be hung like a bull. His balls in their loose, 
sparsely haired sac showed his immaturity, but they seemed to swell too as 
she petted them. Her tongue spiraled its feverish path around the smooth 
white skin, now growing perceptibly firmer as blood rushed to fill the 
expansible organ. With her eyes closed she rested her cheek on his thigh, 
startled at its smoothness and velvety texture. 

Dottie shared vicariously in her new friend's pleasure, and decided to give 
her an extra thrill. She whispered in Bill's ear and the boy nodded, his 
eyes lighting up. She watched as the youngster moved in on Lola, positioning 
himself between her legs and under her slightly raised ass. 

Lola jumped when she felt his body next to hers, but he said, "Hold still, 
Lola. I'm going to cornhole you while you suck off Davey." 

First he rubbed his hardening prick up and down her narrow wet slit, to 
cover it with the plentiful moisture. Then, as methodically as if he were 
building a model airplane, he pressed the slippery slim cudgel into her 
crease. Holding the sensitive head poised at the puckery brown hole, Bill 
shoved forward and saw with satisfaction that he'd made a beginning. Like a 
fat white worm, the slender organ inched its way into her rectum. 

This was one experience Lola had never tried and, in fact, if she hadn't 
been completely absorbed in the beauties of Dave's now hard prick, she would 
have protested. But her mouth was crammed full of sweet flesh, even her 
throat was blocked. And once Bill was in, she discovered to her surprise, it 
didn't hurt at all. More, it made her whole body tingle and then melt with 
the sensations that rayed out from her ass. Unlike Dottie, she could never 
get off simply from blowing a man-although she enjoyed it, and was always 
happy to please her partner. But this, she knew right away, was going to 
give her an orgasm to end all orgasms. 

Davey scooted back and forth in his chair, jubilantly fucking her mouth so 
hard her head snapped back and forth like a metronome. She was every bit as 
good as his Mom! He wondered if she'd swallow it all, too-and knew he was 
ready to find out. When the rush came, and his steaming white jism spurted 
into her mouth, he leaned back with a smile on his handsome young face. Her 
convulsively swallowing throat took it all, every drop and milked him dry. 
Davey was drained, sated, and sleep took him instantly as he sprawled in the 
deep armchair. 

"Jeeesuzzz," Lola intoned it like a prayer as her ass quivered and clenched 
around the slim strong invader. It was different, she discovered, and so 
heavenly, she thought she'd faint. The warm waves spread through her body 
and she slumped on Dave's bare knees, unable even to speak. When she was 
able, she lifted her head and looked at the boy. "Thank you, Bill," was all 
she could say, but the youngster smiled as if he understood. 

"You okay, Lola?" 

"Oh, yesss, Dottie, that was-" she stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth 
hanging open. Her worst fears were coming true! Dottie's husband swayed in 
the hall doorway, white-faced and drawn. How long had he been there? How 
much had he seen? 

"Come in, George." Dottie retained her placidity, though the other woman 
could see it took an effort. "I mean, as long as you're here anyway, you 
might as well sit down." 

Bill hastily gathered up his clothes and headed for the bathroom, but Davey 
slept on, too deep to be disturbed. 

Lola reached for her dress, but what was the use? Instead she walked to the 
sofa and sat down, terrified. 

"Have some popcorn, George. Glass of milk?" Dottie knew she was being 
idiotic, but she couldn't stand the silence. And what was the right thing to 
say in circumstances like these? The worst had happened; George had caught 
them unmistakably in the act, so why pretend? 

He moved like an old, old man and the two women didn't know if it was from 
drinking or from emotional shock. He plodded across to a chair and dropped 
into it heavily. "You too, huh, Lola?" he said, absently taking a handful 
from the bowl of popcorn Dottie thrust in front of him. "Just a couple of 
perverts, preying on innocent young boys." 

There didn't seem to be much use in denying it, so Dottie nodded and said, 
"I guess you could call it that." She was beginning to be annoyed at Lola, 
who seemed to be paralyzed from fear. "You're no angel yourself, I wouldn't 
say." 

Again, the silence. Dottie simply couldn't stand it! "What are," she had to 
stop and clear her throat. "What are you going to do about it?" 

"How long has it been going on?" he demanded. "A couple of months." 

That seemed to mean something to him. "Then you weren't messing around with 
Davey while we were together, right?" She nodded and he looked relieved. 
"And what about Lola?" 

"This is her first time. She never even thought of such a thing before." 

Then he wanted to know about Bill, and she told him. "I'd like to adopt him 
legally, George, if-" She faltered, knowing the impossibility of that 
project now. 

"Say something, George!" she cried out. "I don't care if you swear at me, or 
what you say, but tell me! What are you going to do to Lola and me? And the 
boys? It wasn't their fault." 

"I'm not going to do anything to you," he said. "Or anything for you, 
either. But ... there's somebody waiting in the kitchen who might." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The two women stared at each other in wild speculation. The police? Vice 
squad? Some toughs he'd hired to beat them up? Dottie expected any and all 
of those things, but she was too frozen with terror to move. Lola looked as 
if she'd been hit in the pit of her stomach and might vomit at any moment. 

"Who is it?" Dottie quavered. Almost anything would be better than sitting 
here, the air heavy with menace, waiting for whatever revenge and 
chastisement George might have dreamed up. But he seemed in no hurry to 
spring his surprise, whatever it might be. 

"George, you wouldn't hurt me, would you?" 

He grinned at her, and that was almost worse than his scowl. "I'm going to 
do something I've wanted to for a long time. And now, there's not one damn 
thing you can do about it." 

She heard him call out, and closed her eyes to postpone the terrible moment. 
And then, because she couldn't stand it, her eyelids flew open. 

George stood in the doorway with a satisfied smile on his face, and his arm 
around a slim little girl about ten years old. The child wore a raincoat 
belted tightly over her scrawny frame, and a beret on top of long blonde 
braids. Her thin face was cocky yet afraid, as if she swaggered to conceal 
her fears. George hugged her and said with heavy sarcasm, "Meet the family, 
Monica. Your new mother-the big one there. And Lola, she's sort of courtesy 
aunt, I guess." 

Dottie couldn't have been any more surprised if Santa Claus had ridden in 
with sleigh and reindeer. Her jaw dropped open, she gulped and said, 
"Monica? What is this, George? I don't get it." 

"You will," he said, leading the girl to the middle of the room. "I've known 
Monica for about a year now. She hangs around a greasy spoon where I eat 
lunch. We've kidded around a lot but I never had the nerve to go with her 
until now." 

"Go with her?" Dottie repeated stupidly. 

"Yeah ... go back to her room and go to bed with her. But that's all changed 
now, isn't it, Monica honey? You're just going to be George's girl from now 
on, right? Have a nice home, a mama and all that." 

"Yeah, I guess so," the girl said sullenly. 

At last Dottie understood. She'd heard of child prostitutes, and here George 
was planning to bring one right into her own home! She was indignant for an 
instant and then thought, Okay, why not? "Take off your coat, Monica." 

The girl grinned and slowly unbuttoned the shabby garment and dropped it to 
the floor. The three adults stared in silence at the starved little body 
with its budding tits and almost bare pussy. George drew in a sharp breath 
and then said, "You aren't the only one who likes young stuff, Dottie." 
Suddenly everything was all right. Dottie turned to Lola and said, "See? I 
told you it would work out for the best, didn't I? George, get that child a 
glass of milk and a sandwich. There'll never be a hungry child in this 
house!" 


THE END
