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WARNING:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading
sex stories upset you, do not read any further.

I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these stories. 
We can only be ...  "TheEditor" and Associates.



                             A Family Perversion

                              By Grace Wilkinson


                                  Chapter 1

   Liz Rouelle would celebrate her forty second birthday in just a couple
of months, but right now she felt ageless in a young sort of way.  She
always felt that way after a good hot driving shower that pinkened her
easily pinkened skin and then, lifting her thick auburn hair out of her
shower cap, letting it flow over her delicately arching neck, looking at
her still youthful-looking reflection in the full length bathroom mirror.
She was young.  After all, this was the twentieth century when a woman
didn't hit old age until ...  huh ...  Mae West hadn't hit it yet in her
eighties!

   Her skin was still taut over her high cheekbones, and she couldn't help
but be proud of the dazzling green eyes gazing back at her, slanted
slightly, thick lashed, blinking back at her with a growing amusement.  It
was exhilarating to be beautiful.  She shuddered to think that she would
ever be not beautiful!  After drying her body thoroughly with a plush light
blue towel, she examined it carefully.  Her fully curving voluptuous body
was every bit as firm and taut as a teenager's, she realized.  Her tits
were high-set and round, and her slender girlish waist expanded enticingly
to round luscious hips.  She had a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling
thighs.  Her calves were breathtakingly curved and tapered down to small
wellformed ankles.  And all over her skin was a slight sprinkling of
freckles for a touch of sauciness, which actually embarrassed her.  She was
a very serious and meticulous woman and did not indulge in games.  It was
not that she couldn't have a good time or laugh at a joke, but there was a
time and place for such things ...  after the more serious aspects of life
were taken care of.  She attributed her lasting beauty to a lifetime of
moderation ...

   Yet, contemplating this, a look of pained bewilderment clouded her eyes
and she let the long damp towel fall with a sigh of weary discouragement.
What was life, after all, when you didn't know what you were being
meticulous about or moderate for?  She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing
searchingly at the picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so
lovely.  In that context, she might be able to make more sense of Tom's
peculiarly indifferent attitude toward her, especially lately.  It had been
at least two weeks since they had last made love, which might be natural,
and was certainly better than having to fight him off all the time the way
she had to years ago.  He had eventually learned moderation, but the
moderation had dwindled lately into abstinence, and she didn't think she
wanted it to go that far!

   Suddenly, from the TV room, a high feminine squeal of laughter
interrupted this depressing chain of thought.  Liz put on her robe and went
out into the hallway.  Her son and his new bride were back from their
honeymoon and visiting while they searched for an apartment.  As she
started by, Liz peeked into the TV room, and her green eyes narrowed and
focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her.  Kevin's lean
and muscular body was spread out on the couch in a pair of shorts.  Liz's
heart pounded unexpectedly.  He looked so much like his father at about the
same age.  He had the same dark handsome looks, the curly dark hair, the
deep brown eyes.  He also had the same wild energy that she had fought so
long to hold under reasonable control.  Now this little girl he had
married, nothing but a bleach blond, and as wild as Kevin had ever dreamed
of being!  It was a shame!  After all of Liz's hard work and careful
training, the new Natalie Rouelle threatened to undo it all!

   Right now, the little blond, in a tight jersey and shorts that were at
least two sizes too small for her, was trying to sit on Kevin's lap.  Her
lushly curving ass kept sliding down onto his pelvis, and his arms swooped
out to grab her by the elbows and cast her off.  But she laughed and
bounced right back onto the thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent
straining against his shorts.  Liz blushed and stepped away.  For a minute
she couldn't even catch her breath.  It was strange to her to have a son
and see him grow into manhood.  It had been a challenge when he was
younger, a challenge to make him into what she wished Tom had been, more
conscientious and subdued.  Now it was a heartbreak for her to see all her
work being undone!  She had done such a fine job.  If only she had known he
was getting married!  If she could have stopped it before it was too late!

   Liz went to the kitchen, running her fingers through her auburn hair. 
It was still a little damp.  She ought to dry it.  But she needed a cup of
coffee at the moment.  It was very unsettling, as flamboyant as Tom always
had tried to be in the beginning, to have Natalie and Kevin pawing each
other right in their own TV room.  Liz wondered how long she was going to
have to put up with it.  She poured herself the largest mug full of coffee
she had and started back to her bedroom where she intended to dry her hair.
"Come on in, Mom," Kevin called as she started by the TV room door.  "We're
experimenting with brandy Alexanders today.  Man, can I mix a mean one!"

   His new wife giggled.

   "No thanks.  I think I had better wait until before dinner," Liz said.

   "Well, come visit a little anyway," Natalie invited, smiling demurely.
She was in the process of raising a chocolate looking drink to her full
sensuous looks.  She poked the drink toward Liz.

   "To Mrs.  Rouelle ...  senior!" she smiled.

   Kevin spontaneously chortled, running his fingers playfully under his
new wife's jersey, threatening but not touching the smoothly uptilting
tits. His wife swatted him away, but Liz felt herself blush as she had
earlier when watching their sex play through the open door and forced a
laugh to conceal her embarrassment.

   "I'm thinking of shish kabab for tonight.  How does that sound to you?"
she asked, trying to sound natural.

   Kevin stared into his brandy Alexander for a moment, then lifted his
eyes and studied the snug apple-curve of his mother's full firm tits that
protruded against the robe tied tightly around her waist.

   "Sounds as delicious as you look, Ma.  Don't you think so, Nat?" Natalie
had raised a hand to her mouth, suppressing laughter.

   Liz Rouelle stiffened in her chair, uneasy and strangely frightened by
the suggestive remarks by her son.  He sounded exactly the way his father
used to sound and with no respect for their relationship just as Tom never
worried about such details.  The sudden emergence of this salacious side to
her son's personality was unfamiliar to her, at least on this scale.  She
was now reminded of moments off and on through the years, but most
especially from his high school days, when she caught him looking at her
with very adult glances.  When she found those glances titillating her, she
had scolded herself severely.  Were such things normal?  But they couldn't
be!  She had decided then that there was a side to her own personality that
required suppression and had attended to it successfully.  Or so she
thought.  Now she stood up from her chair and, looking down at the two of
them, smoothed her robe uneasily, excused herself and went to her bedroom
to change.

   Before dinner, she fixed a pitcher of martinis.  If the kids wanted to
stick to brandy, they could fix their own, she decided.  When the shish
kebab was ready, she called them.

   "I guess it's time for that drink we were talking about before dinner,"
she smiled, having regained her composure now.

   "Sounds great, Ma.  Do you think gin will upset my brandied innards?"

   "Oh, you don't sound as though you had too much to drink." "We didn't,
Ma," Natalie spoke up, using her husband's term for her mother-in-law.  It
unsettled Liz to have her do that, but it was something she would have to
become accustomed to, naturally.

   "We didn't have time," Kevin said, a meaningful grimace at his giggling
wife.  He shifted off the chair he had just sat on.  "Oh, oh.  What's a
martini without olives?" he asked, striding to the refrigerator.  Liz
couldn't help admiring the sight of her son's long sinuous legs and the
boyish roundness of his ass as he turned his back to Natalie and Liz.  But
that's a natural observation of a devoted mother, she told herself.  After
all, she had washed it and powered it years ago and fit it in trousers as
it grew.  Now, suddenly, it belonged to someone else.  A terrible and
unreasonable surge of the unfairness of it swept over her.  Maybe she was
just nervous, Liz abruptly thought, because Tom wasn't home to meet his new
daughter-in-law.  It would have been easier with him even with his odd
detached behavior.  Somehow Liz just didn't know what to say or think or
feel.  In fact, when she felt anything at all, all she could feel was the
lonely loss of her son!  But why was that a loss?  He was right there with
her.  But he was not with her alone.  There was the sex-kitten, Natalie,
with her bleach blond hair and her rambunctious liveliness that ought to be
charming the older woman.  She should be good company.  But just then the
sex-kitten spoke on a subject that should have been out of bounds for a
daughter-in-law, it seemed to Liz.

   "Worried about Tom?" the girl asked.

   "Mr.  Rouelle is working late, I'm afraid," Liz answered coldly.  The
tone of the young girl's voice had definitely been a prying one.  Liz was
astounded at such brazenness, but it sort of went with the tight fitting
shorts and jersey.  The shorts seemed molded to the sensuous vee of her
crotch and the gentle curve of her genital area.  Everything was clearly
evident from beneath the tight press of the cotton pants.

   "I'm sorry," Natalie laughed at herself.  "I get nudgy when Kevin is
away, too.  I miss him, but you understand." Natalie gave Liz a warm-eyed
smile and drew her chair up closer to her and leaned across the dining room
table, which was all set for dinner when the shish kebab would be ready. 
The young blond ran one of her fingers in an almost conscious gesture
across the large smoothly uplifting rise of her tits, finally settling her
hand on the curve of her lovely neck.

   "Speaking woman to woman," Natalie said with a candid look, "as long as
Kevin has been lost looking for the olives, there are ways of satisfying
yourself without hurting yourself or your husband, you know."

   "I ...  I don't know what you mean," Liz blurted out, feeling herself
blush openly once again.  "Tom is a very attentive husband, not unlike
Kevin," she heard herself explaining.  What an incredible thing to say, she
realized after it was out.  No wonder the younger girl's jaw dropped.

   "Like Kevin?" the blond asked.  There seemed to be a hint of amusement
in her eyes.  She was probably wondering how Kevin's mother would know
about her son's sexual life.

   "Of course, I really don't know how attentive Kevin is," the flustered
mother then said, making matters worse, she could see.

   "I am very attentive," Kevin said, reentering the dining room from the
kitchen.  "It's just that I couldn't find the damn things.  Ma, your olives
were in the meat drawer.  How did that happen?"

   How did that happen, she repeated to herself.  She probably put them
there the last time she had too many martinis waiting for a husband who
never did come home that night!  But she only smiled at Kevin.

   But Liz's mind returned immediately to the intimate conversation that
she and Natalie had started on.  It had made her feel uncomfortable, but
she must remember that the young people today were raised and educated in
the school system to talk about things that their parents would not have
dreamed of even thinking about!  She took a large gulp from the martini in
her hand and discovered to her surprise that she had finished all of it. 
Natalie was one of the liberal young, and though her modernity had
irritated Liz, the older woman was frankly quite interested in hearing
more. Before she had married Tom, she had given way to her sensual urges by
massaging her nipples and touching herself down between her legs, but she
had always felt terribly guilty afterwards.  She had never heard any other
woman openly admit that she had done it, either before or after marriage,
and her own problems with Tom and the needs of her body that she had been
made acutely aware of for some months now were too great for her to deny
Natalie the opportunity to talk more about it.  "Kevin, will you put the
shish kebab on to broil, dear?" she asked her son, who had just finished
plopping three large olives into his glass of martini.  "Since there's no
room for the martini in your glass," she teased, "Fill mine, and you can
take the pitcher with you!"

   "Slave driver," was all he said as he filled her glass and his own in
between the olives, then left for the kitchen, sipping.

   "Doesn't it bother Kevin if you, uh, try to satisfy yourself in ...  in
any other way?" Liz could not keep herself from asking, leaning across the
table and whispering.

   "No, never," Natalie said brightly.  "As a matter of fact, he thinks
it's a great way!"

   "Well, I'm glad he approves," Liz said weakly, feeling her legs shake
with weakness, a strange sensation, as though she would collapse if she
were standing up.

   After yet another martini and the shish kebab, and even another martini
although she knew that three was the absolute limit in any one night.  Two
was safer even.  But tonight it took four to make her feel completely
relaxed.  By then she was sure she had been needlessly uneasy about Natalie
earlier.  She was sure that she, his mother, had retained her son's
devotion and love, if not his sexual interests.  Liz startled herself. 
Sexual interests?  Why in God's name should she be concerned about his
sexual interests?  No, Liz was feeling a marvelous tingle of warmth and it
had to be for the young couple.

   She was suddenly ecstatic to think that they were happily married. 
Perhaps their open show of sensual appetite in the TV room, though
inappropriate and inexcusable in Tom and Liz's youth, merely demonstrated
the changing times and the fact that they were indeed happy.

   They were all sitting in the living room having their after-dinner
cocktails.  The light was dim and relaxing.  Liz was drinking too much, she
tried to warn herself, but everything seemed so utterly right and pleasant.
Then she could have sworn she heard Natalie say something that was
impossible to believe.

   "Kevin," the girl's soft voice interrupted a long silence.  Liz noticed
how pretty her voice was when she wasn't being energetic or giggly.  "I
think you have an absolutely gorgeous mother with that rich auburn hair
that glows sparks of fire in the light.  Look where the lamp hits it.  You
two would make a beautiful couple." What took the edge off the remark for
Liz was that her consciousness seemed to travel back in time, and she was
not only looking across at Tom over there, Tom, whom Kevin so completely
resembled, but the remark seemed to be about her and Tom, though she knew
that logically it was her son.

   The young man pushed forward in his chair.  He, too, had overindulged,
first in brandy Alexanders and then in martinis.  His hand darted to the
plane of his little wife's knee, but his darkened face turned ominously
toward his mother.  "I can handle two women at once," he chuckled dreamily
and sank back in something deeper than an alcoholic daze.  "Imagine me, a
blond and a redhead, one on each side!" he said.  God!  Liz thought.  Was
she hearing him correctly?  Surely he didn't mean what he said!  Perhaps
Natalie had whispered something to him of her mother-in-law's frustrations
and questions.  She feared that she had allowed her confidence in the young
girl to go too far.  After all, her sexual frustrations were hardly their
concern!  How much of her loneliness had she expressed?  She couldn't
remember!  In her preoccupation, she didn't notice Natalie's hand move from
the upper part of Kevin's thigh and play over the again slightly rising
bulge of his trousers.  He had changed from the shorts but still hadn't put
on a shirt.  Now Liz saw the hand move when it slid again.  And she saw too
that Natalie had shifted her leg slightly and Kevin's hand slid across the
girl's hip.  At first, Liz had thought the hand on Kevin's loins might have
been a casual slip, but it remained there, and as her eyes became
accustomed to staring at it out of her alcoholic haze, she could see the
fingers squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to provoke him into
further hardness.

   Liz lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair.  She could see a
repetition of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only
this time it looked like the young couple were far more serious in their
intentions.  If she got up now and went somewhere, it would be only too
obvious why she had left, or they would think so, anyway.  Mother was
frustrated!  So she had to stand her ground.  She would simply try to keep
her eyes off them.

   But their young bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and
closer and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as
they touched each other.  Despite her resolve, Liz discovered her own
nipples hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of her brassiere,
which pressed down modestly on her full smoothly rounded tits.  She shifted
in her chair, hoping the warming sensation would stop, but a softly
tingling quiver of lust rippled lightly through her groin, and she sensed a
dampness there that made her increasingly uncomfortable.  God, it had to
stop!  Her son and his wife were completely oblivious to anything but
themselves, and she knew that in a moment they would be engaged in
something far more serious than petting in front of her.  "I think I'll go
make a pot of coffee," she announced lightly and stood up, albeit a little
tipsily.  She fluffed her auburn hair that had fallen loosely across her
tits.  She was feeling very seductive and a trifle self-pitying.  "The
coffee will be ready soon."

   She looked down at Kevin and Natalie still embraced, their hands
continuing to wander in sensuous little circles across one another's
bodies. Their indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the odd
feeling of being a complete stranger in her own house.  As she turned to
leave, she glimpsed Kevin press his face against Natalie's cheek.  The moon
had risen over the houses across the street and was shining eerily through
the windows behind them.  Their faces were caught in the incandescent glow
in front.  Kevin's mouth moved closer to Natalie's moist full lips, and
suddenly he kissed her.  The wetly sucking sound of the girl receiving his
tongue seemed to reverberate across the room.  A kiss, innocent enough
between the two newlyweds, Liz thought, should not be so hard for her to
understand ...  or take!  What was happening to her?  She couldn't really
tell whether she was frustrated or jealous.  And if she was jealous, what
was she jealous of, her son or what they had together!  She set the
electric percolator near the outlet by the table.  But her mind wandered
back to the pitcher of martinis, which was replenished and sitting in the
refrigerator.  Coffee was not good when her nerves were so on edge, she
thought.  What she really needed was another drink.  If Tom followed his
usual pattern of late, he would be home quite late, if at all, and she had
to have something to dampen that insatiable burning that seemed to erupt
inside her belly from time to time.  It would also make her sleep and
forget to wonder where he was and what he was really doing!

   "Oh, stop it, Kevin, not here," she heard Natalie's voice ring out from
the living room.  "Don't touch me like that!  It drives me crazy!"

   Liz turned back from the refrigerator where she had started to go for
the martini.  It seemed to her they were being much too loud.  She was
irritated, and she felt her irritation turn to anger.  She could even hear
the springs of the couch creak as their bodies must have been shifting one
on top of the other.  And what was he doing to her that she should make
such a half-hearted protest?

   "Oh, not again, ooohhhhhh.  You're tickling me," Natalie's voice cried
out, deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of pleasure.
"Don't be so anxious, lover.  Oh, no!  Not again!"

   Liz stopped at the doorway and looked in quietly.  She could see Natalie
seated on Kevin's lap, and in the poor lighting, it looked as though the
girl's jersey had been pulled partially up and her shorts pulled partially
down.  Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that two white melon-shaped
mounds of her titties were exposed, and she could see her son's hands
running across them, his fingers circling the wide pink areolas and the
stiffly pointed nipples.  She pulled away from the door and they were
still. Probably they had seen her and would stop this disgusting exhibition
that belonged in a bedroom and perhaps not even there!

   "Ooohhhhhh, God, Kevin," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft
feminine voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by another rash
squeaking of couch springs.  Then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing
laughter that sent shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions through
Liz. Strangely enough, quivers of sympathetic pleasure were racing through
Liz's abdomen and into the soft-downed vee of her cuntal area.  She thought
for a moment about how Natalie had spoken of the way she satisfied herself
when she got into a state similar to the one Liz was in now.  But her
confused anger at the young couple for making such a demonstration of
themselves squelched any desire to indulge herself in such a way.  Her
guilt would be too great.  God, even now she felt ashamed of herself for
getting excited over the young couple's love play.  After all, this was her
own son!  Why should she care?

   She went back into the kitchen, took a glass from the drainer, and
poured herself another martini from the full pitcher in the refrigerator.
She sat at the kitchen table and finished off the drink.  She was tired,
she decided then, much too tired to worry about this or anything else.  She
went quickly to her room, resisting the temptation to pour a take-along
drink, and she shut her bedroom door just as the sounds of Natalie and
Kevin entering the kitchen disturbed the sudden silence.  The refrigerator
opened and closed, but that was all she could hear.

   Liz undressed in the pale, amber light from her night table lamp.  She
stood looking at herself briefly in the fulllength mirror that stood on its
own stand in one corner of the room, feeling an unguarded pride in her
perfectly formed body as seen in the diffused glow.  Sometimes she felt so
old, yet the proof of her voluptuous youth, even at forty two, could be
seen in the fresh bloom of her still firmly rounding tits with their lush
pink areolas and in the subtle curve of her hourglass figure, the thin
waist that flowed gracefully to the taut girlish curve of her full swelling
thighs.  Then, putting on her nightgown to quench a naughty desire to sleep
in the nude, she switched off the lamp and slid beneath the covers of the
huge, king-sized bed.

   Her green eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she lay for awhile,
thinking of Kevin and of what she had witnessed between Natalie and him. 
What a brazen bitch she was!  Bitch.  She turned the word over in her mind
because it tasted so good.  Yet why was she venting her anger at Natalie
alone?  Could it be that she was jealous of her?  No, she was really angry
for what the young girl had provoked her son into doing, she was sure.  The
boy had been neatly raised and he was coming apart at the seams!

   Yet, when her conscience relaxed, Liz found herself thinking of her son,
trying to remember how he looked in those shorts this afternoon, the way he
had bent over Natalie at one time and how his ass had stretched the
skin-close material.  And then, so relaxed she was that for a moment she
didn't realize what she was dreaming of.  She found herself trying to
picture Kevin making love, trying to see in her mind's eye his erect
blood-swollen cock throbbing with desire and his handsome young face
contorted with passion.  But then waves of shame washed over her, and she
thought how she must never, never, never think such wicked things, not
about Kevin, not about her own son!

   Liz lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into
sleep.  Surely she had drunk enough to sleep!  It seemed quiet in the house
now, and she felt grateful for this.  But as she drifted off, random
thoughts flickered through her consciousness, thoughts that in her waking
hours would never have come to her.  But they now sent a warm sensual
feeling through her entire being.  His cock, she thought dreamily, hazily,
I wonder what it's like ...  what it feels like.  I've never had a cock
inside of me except Tom's.  Tom has a lovely cock.  Kevin's cock is
probably like his father's.  She then felt herself falling off to sleep, a
warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.

   But then she awoke with a start, not knowing whether she had actually
slept or not.  Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her
sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert.  She sat up in the bed
as though there might be a burglar in the room, pulling the sheets around
her.  But then she realized that unlike so many other nights, she was not
alone in the house tonight.  She sat up in bed, then set her feet onto the
floor.  The sounds had stopped.  Had she really heard anything?

   She recalled falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had
been provoked by Tom's absence and her son's provocative behavior with his
wife.  She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across
her carpet to the bedroom door.  Slowly, with a care that was completely
unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway.
Yes, the whispering sounds had started again and were more pronounced now.
She had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of
the living room.  Her mind was still numbed but whether from the alcohol
she had consumed or the depth of sleep she might have been in, she didn't
know.  Anyway, she started to have trouble focusing her mind on what she
should do or even to wonder why she was doing anything at all.  A low
animal-like grunt told her that obviously Kevin and Natalie had continued
what they had begun when she left.

   Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the
side of the threshold to the living room.  "Mmmmmmmmm!  Ummmmmmmmm!" the
sound lolled out from the woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt
followed in almost rapid succession.  "Oooohhhhh, yeeesssss, God, yesssss!"

   Liz Rouelle stood stock still, undecided whether she should leave or
stay.  They had been drawing her into this, she felt unreasonably,
especially that little whore, Natalie.  She hadn't wanted to see them do
what they were doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her
bed to involuntarily witness it.  "Kevin, lover, your cock gets bigger and
bigger every time I touch it," Natalie's voice murmured.  "And it tastes so
extra good, round and hard in my mouth.  I want to suck it and suck it and
suck it!"

   Liz recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. 
Had she heard correctly?  Would her son do such a thing?  She knew that
some people did such disgusting things, but not her son!

   "Now hold it in your hand, sweetheart," she heard Kevin's voice say, low
and moaning.  "Jerk it with your fingers.  Yeah, oh man!  That's good! 
That's really good!"

   Then suddenly, Liz heard Natalie's voice let out a sharp laugh that
slowly turned into a kind of gurgle.  God, what was the young bleached
blond doing now, she wondered.

   "Tell me you want me to suck it!  Tell me again," she heard Natalie
tease.

   "I said to suck it!  Fuck it with your mouth," Kevin's voice grew more
insistent.  "Oooohhhhh, lick it with your tongue!  Swirl your tongue around
it like you always do."

   "Yuuummmmm," the wet lapping and sucking sounds started low and then
became more and more violent.

   "Now raise up your ass," she heard Kevin's voice command in the
viciousness of passion.  "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours.  Let
me fuck you with my fingers." The throat was getting raspy.  "Oh,
sweetheart, loosen your lips and let me slide my hot prick in farther.  I
want to push it down your throat!" he blurted, and his mother bent back,
her legs feeling slack but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust
that continued unceasingly.  "When I cum, I want you to drink it, do you
hear?  Suck it and drink it!"

   Liz felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but her
sleep had left her not at all that far gone.  She wanted to leave, yet she
remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there.  Weird
lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had
imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was
actually happening!  He was putting his lust-bloated cock inside Natalie's
full-lipped mouth, and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly
throbbing head of his swollen prick, sucking on it!  Those words blazed in
flaming letters across her consciousness.  She had to leave right now. 
There was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not.  She
stood limply, her long auburn hair cascading like an iridescent robe over
her nightgown, and suffered with the image of that long thick reddened cock
fucking into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her bleach blond hair
tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled
in her hotly kneading hands.

   "I'm going to cum, sweetheart!  Stop!  St ...  st ...  stop before I
cuuummmmm!"

   The moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and
another short groan before momentary silence.

   "Now what about me!  I'm totally neglected," came the pouting remark
from Natalie's lips.  Then she purred.  "My little pussy needs petting,
too. Do you want to suck my cunt?  It might swallow you whole at this
point," she giggled.

   "Yes!  Oh, yes!"

   "Well, here it is, poor thing.  Isn't it beautiful?  It feels really
good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it." "I'll put my
tongue down like this.  How is this?  I'll suck your clitoris first."

   "Yes, lick it.  Suck my poor little clit.  Oh, oh!  You can fuck me with
your tongue!  Oh, Kev, your tongue feels gorgeous," his young wife crooned,
and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

   Liz's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could
hear it across the living room.  She pressed one hand tightly to her tit as
though to dull the sound.  But it didn't stop.  Instead, it lurched on,
accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her son's
cock. Oh Lord, it was awful!  She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of
lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her
consciousness.  It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in
unison with the couple, and she was moving off away from her own body and
watching horrified as she lurched into the first warning tremblings of
arousal that began to seethe around in her groin.

   "Oh, darling, my sweet darling, oh, God, lick faster!  Stick your tongue
up my pussy.  G ...  God, it feels so goooooood!"

   Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch.  The first
words Kevin emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant
whisper, "Sweetheart, let's fuck.  I want to fuck you right now.  I want my
blood-swollen cock in your hot devouring pussy!" "Say it again," Natalie
mewled.  "S ...  say you want to fuck me.  Say it, and make my cunt jump!"

   "I ...  I'm going to fuck you.  That's it.  Open your legs wide.  Here,
I'm coming in.  Oooohhhhh!"

   "Yes, oh you feel so big!  It feels so goddamn good, Kevin.  Fuck!  Oh,
fuck me!  Fuck, fuck, fuck it!  Fuck my starving little cunt like you have
never fucked it before."

   Liz could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath
the softly falling folds of the nightgown.  Down below she could feel her
own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out
against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper.  But the
feeling just would not stop!  Nothing was clear to her.  She understood
nothing.  She could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt
in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it!  She had talked of
satisfying herself, yes.  Even Natalie had suggested it, but God!  She had
not dreamed of doing it like this while they were doing these vile things
to each other only a few feet away.

   Her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining
whiteness of her tittles as though in a dream, trapping the warmly
trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until
it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds.
Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the
flat plane of her curving sides, and across her stomach to rest on the
thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair.  God, it felt good!  She began
to rub back and forth and up and down over the silky material.  She could
feel her own moistly throbbing cuntal slit palpitating excitedly against
the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods
of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick.  She could feel the
wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from
her inflamed pussy, and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown,
then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped
against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt
directly with her middle finger.

   The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her
handsome young son and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in
wild throes of pleasure.  Fucking.  That was what they were doing.  The
salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she
finger-fucked herself.  She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined
lips of her openly exposed cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond
being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of moderate values.  Yet
she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers
harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and
she could feel her cuntal hole expanding.  Her finger was a miniature
bloated hard cock, she thought, not Tom's now.  No, not Tom's, but Kevin's,
and she was doing what they had talked about this evening.  The obscene
thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she
experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself
onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck along with them,
but she didn't!

   Demanding more to feed its lewd hunger, the fire burned more intensely,
traveling over and seeming to consume more of her lush body.  She inserted
another finger up inside her hungering cunt and began squirming her
asscheeks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild
fuckings of her son's warmly throbbing prick.  The squeak of the springs on
the couch became more violent, and Liz fucked her fingers more desperately
into the moistness of her cunt in time to the maddening rhythm of the
couple fucking in the next room.  The thought that no, this was horrible,
that she ought to stop, floated through her consciousness.  It had been
this that her daughter-in-law had suggested that afternoon, yet a lewd
delight coursed through her that she was doing what Natalie and Kevin had
known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into
her moistly flowering pussy.

   "Yes!  Oh, yes!" Natalie panted.  "Every bit of it, lover!  I want you
to fuck your sweet hot blood-engorged cock all the way into my defenseless
cunt hole, clear up to my throat!" Liz could see, as through second vision,
her beloved son's huge thickly glistening cock fucking its way into her new
daughter-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving
pubic hair like a greased baseball bat.  Her hands became that bat, and her
gasps began to match those of the wildly fucking couple in the next room.
She wanted everything that Natalie was getting.  She wanted to be fucked
and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

   "Oh, oh, oh!" came the hot guttural grunting sounds building in
fleshsmacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

   Inescapably caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Liz let herself slide
down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway.
Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire
body was nakedly exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her
helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy.  Her
body was like an expanding balloon, ready to burst, and the sponginess of
the carpet below her was the hair on her husband's strong masculine chest.
Kevin's was just beginning to come in, she had noticed.  The wetly sluicing
sound of "squish, squish, squish," became clearly discernable to Liz as her
hand fucked and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh.  Now she was
arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly
flowering lips of her hungering cunt from behind while her white full tits
hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they
swayed beneath her kneeling body.

   "Oh, your cock, your big beautiful coccckkkk!" she heard Natalie cry out
between heavily panting groans of ecstasy.  "Fuck me good!  Move your big
cock inside of me that way!  Yeeesss!  Oh, God, Kevin, you feel so
goooooood!  Aaahhhhhh, in deeper!  Oh, yes!"

   Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Liz's groin and into her
rapidly palpitating pussy as she imagined her son grinding his smoothly
gyrating asscheeks like a human corkscrew between the widely spread thighs
of that little bitch, Natalie.  But maybe Liz was that bitch, she heatedly
dreamed, and her cunt was now Natalie's cunt.  Oh, it was too much!  Her
face turned crimson.  Her eyes clouded over with lust-tears as her body
raced toward an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for
months but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb!

   "Like this ...  is this what you ...  mean?  Fuck like thiiiisss!"

   "Oh, aauugghhh," Natalie groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the
final throes of building lust.  "Fuck me harder!  Haarrdder!  Oh, I love
you.  I love the way you fuck me.  Oh, Keeviinnn!  Fuuuucckkk meeeeeee! 
Screeewww meeeeeeeee!"

   Liz Rouelle heard the two young people scream in unison, and she buckled
up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head
somersault-like peering down between her legs as she fingerfucked herself
faster and faster.  Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the
transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long
streams of dark auburn hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet.
Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from
around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet
below.  It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a
raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury,
their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible
obscenities.

   "Yeeesssss, oh, Kevin!  Cumming, I'm cuummiing!" Natalie's voice rippled
through the dark of the house.

   "Oh, sweetheart, here I cum, too.  Goooodddd!  Auuugghhh," His piercing
scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan
signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

   Liz arched up over the carpet in one final lurch, her fingers still
rippling at the wetly flowing hole of her hungrily convulsing cunt.  Then
the feeling subsided.  She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees
for awhile, her helplessly trembling asscheeks still swaying back behind
her in the air.  She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from
her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had
stilled her body.  At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and,
still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the
room, through the dining room, fortunately.  Liz's fingers slithered wetly
from her satiated cuntal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to
the wall for a moment.

   Reality came back to her with a sickening jolt once her passion was
spent.  In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done,
she yanked her disordered nightgown down over her sides and across her
still erect nipples, almost tearing it.  Then, in an almost drunken
stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window.  She
stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then
fell into bed.  She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts or
opinions until at last she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.


                                  Chapter 2

   It took only a few days for Natalie and Kevin to find an apartment.  By
the time they did, Liz was not so sure she wanted to see them go.  She
could never have explained her feelings exactly, but she knew that it had
much to do with the attention Kevin paid her that Tom never did any more.
Whenever she stepped into a room and he was there, he would smile sensually
and give her compliments that she might have been unwilling to accept from
Tom, when she gave it some honest thought.  One morning, over coffee, she
wondered idly if she had been guilty of reversing her relationship between
father and son, treating the father like a son from the moment of marrying
him and treating the son to more freedom, more respect, and ...  and more
love!  How strange, but could it be true?

   And there he was, their last day at home, coming into the kitchen for
the glass of milk he always liked to drink in the morning and true to his
routine, smiling at her in the way that made her experience a strange
feeling of being ill at ease in the familiar relationship.  She knew she
felt flustered and looked away, taking a deeper swallow from her cup than
the tiny bit of coffee justified.  She got mostly air and coughed.  She
could swear his eyes followed her though.  She could feel them traveling a
slow burning path up her firmly molded thighs and the smoothly rounded
outline of her asscheeks as she sat sideways of him, and a blush began
tingling warmly along her hairline.

   "You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly from across the
room.  "Maybe too good for a mother.  I'll miss having you around, Ma."

   "Thank you," she said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her.
She had to sound cold to fight the horrible incestuous feelings her son was
capable of arousing in her.  She stifled the desire to tell him that she
would miss having him around, too.  That was the last thing she wanted him
to know at the moment.

   "Well, uh," she continued briskly.  "Natalie is pretty good to look at."
There was the tiniest hint of sarcasm in her voice.  She caught it and
hoped he didn't.  God, what was the matter with her?  Everything seemed to
be falling apart, and she was losing control of her own emotions.  She
really hoped he would stay!

   "She's a very pretty little thing," she tried to add in a more
enthusiastic tone, but she still heard that ugly note of bitterness and
resentment.

   "Come now, Ma," he said, sitting opposite her at the table.  "You know
there's no one more beautiful than a man's own mother!"

   And for some stupid reason, she had begun to weep.  Before she knew it,
he was beside her instead of opposite her and had his arms wrapped around
her heaving shoulders.  She pulled away at first.  Her instant reaction was
fear of discovery, but the touch of his hand seemed innocently sympathetic
as it caressed her thick auburn hair.  She felt uneasy with him pressing
his warm body close to hers.

   "You know I admire Pa, but I don't think he does right by you.  Sorry if
it's none of my affair, but ...  but it's rather obvious.  He gets home
such late hours.  I mean you are a human being and ..."

   "Kevin, what are you saying?" she demanded, knowing full well that he
was venturing in where only young people today dared venture.  But he
didn't realize that such an intrusion would only upset her more.  "Honey, I
know you mean well, but I can't take this talk."

   "You're a human animal as well as a human being," he continued
stubbornly.  "You have needs, excesses in your system that require ... 
attention ...  for your nerves and health." "Kevin!" she cried, trying to
sound indignant between sobs.

   "Oh, gosh, Ma, I'm sorry," he said stroking her shoulder.  "You know I
admire Pa, and I wouldn't hurt either of you for anything, but I just can't
understand why ...  well, people can tell, you know!"

   He saw that she couldn't answer him.  He had embarrassed her, and
although he knew how to take care of a woman's problems and certainly would
love to take care of hers ...  She was the one woman he loved most in the
world!  But of course, it would kill her to think her own son would ...

   "Well," he changed the subject.  "I guess while Pa and Natalie are
arranging furniture, I'd better put in an honest day's work.  Make lunch
for me?" "Is your father at your apartment?"

   "Yeah, I couldn't get off work and he could, so he offered to be there
when the furniture arrived and to help Natalie arrange it."

   Liz felt an unreasonable tremor of fear.  "When will the furniture
arrive?  Couldn't you have made arrangements?  Most employers understand."

   "Well, it's supposed to come first thing this morning so we'll probably
all be here for lunch if that's all right."

   "Oh, of course, it's all right.  I'm sorry I seem so nervous, Kevin. 
Perhaps it's just that I know I'll miss the two of you."

   "All right, thanks," he said, smiling, kissing her on the cheek a little
lingeringly, it seemed to her, before he left.

   Well, she wasn't going to sit around and brood.  She would do the
breakfast dishes, get dressed and keep her mind on ...  on ...  well, at
least off what it should not be on, her son!  What in God's name was
happening to her?  How could she think such strange thoughts?  Was it
because Kevin looked so much like Tom did as a very young man?  Tom had
been only two years older than Kevin was now when they had first met. 
Perhaps it was like returning to the past.  Oh, how she wished she could.
There were certainly a few things she would change about her own attitudes
and behavior.  It was not that she would give up her moderate ideals.  No,
she still believed in those.  But surely the idea of moderate was a matter
of interpretation.  Before they were married she had been quite honest with
Tom.  She had told him quite clearly that she was a moderate person.  At
least she thought it was clear.  Now she realized that what was moderate to
her might be conservative to him!  He had always called her conservative.
Oh, God, what did words mean?  Was there no way to communicate to each
other with exact meaning?

   A knot formed in her throat as she looked back, feeling that maybe if
she had been a little less moderate, Tom would still be interested in her.
Yet wasn't it up to him to be understanding, too?  His son was far more
understanding than he was!  And that, she thought, running the hot water
into the dishpan, was the trouble.  No, she would not think of him and that
was that.  What she would do, she thought suddenly, was go over to the new
apartment herself to see if she could do anything there.  The chances were
that she could help hang drapes and take care of many of the thousand
little things there would be to do.  Moving was just about the biggest and
most tiring chore she knew of.  There would be plenty to keep her mind in
harness!

   And so it was that about an hour and a half later, Liz Rouelle entered
the open door of the new apartment to find furniture stacked everywhere but
no Tom or Natalie in sight.  Knowing her husband, they were probably
already taking a coffee break down at the cafe on the corner of the street.
Once in awhile he interrupted a coffee break to help her around the house
as long as the work period didn't last longer than ten minutes at the most.
She sighed.  Apparently Natalie was not very concerned about what happened
to her things, leaving the door wide open like this.  But then strange
sounds started coming ...  from where?  Instinctively, Liz tiptoed around.

   "Oh, Christ Almighty, do it again!" Tom's voice suddenly floated through
the room from the bedroom.  "Lick it right under the ridge!  Oooohhhhh! 
That feels so damned good!"

   "Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"

   "Oh, God, yes!  Run your fingers over the skin.  Do that, too!"

   Liz's confused head flailed around from side to side at the sound of
strange disembodied voices.  Oh, God, was she going mad?  Was this new
passion she had let erupt in her last night already driving her crazy?  Her
eyes caught on the open bedroom door, and she quickly crossed the room, her
eyes sweeping frantically through the mess of boxes piled on boxes.  Her
heart followed her gaze to the corner of the room where a mattress was
hooped on the floor between the wall and the boxes.  She didn't know how
long she stood there too stunned to cry, but a good deal of time had
passed, and she had seen enough to last her a lifetime.  She was certain
she would never forget the naked forms of Tom and Natalie as they tossed
and heaved in the curved mattress.  She turned and left, leaving the door
as open as it had been when she came.

   As soon as the movers had left, Tom had started opening crates.  The way
his daughter-in-law brushed against him and teased him, she was either a
goddamned cock tease or she really meant business.  He knew the kids
nowadays were for a real open sex time and that swapping was for the older
folks who believed, like himself.  These kids just took what they wanted.
They didn't worry about evening out the tricks.  If hubby got it, then
wifey got it at the same time, that was swapping.  Now each partner just
took whatever he or she pleased without interference or expectations of
equality.  Well, it looked like he might have a live-wire son.  He never
thought he would have with Liz raising the boy, but hot blood will not be
squelched, he mused.

   Natalie had filled a pan with hot sudsy water.  Now wordlessly, she
pulled off his shirt.  "Into the water you go," she giggled.  She was
emptying a crate of dishes and stacking each piece on the sideboard as she
removed the newspaper wrapping.

   "You want me to wash those?" he asked, grinning.  He was wondering if
next she would remove his pants and trying to decide what to do if she did.
She was a cute little minx.  She made him feel as young as Kevin again.  If
he could be as young as Kevin and as wise as he was now, he would have
married someone like her.  She mumbled some answer just before she turned
with more dishes for the stack.

   "How's that?" he asked innocently and flicked a puff of suds at her that
quickly evaporated, leaving a large dark circle of cloth clinging wetly to
the tip of her full left titty.  His long flaccid cock quickly engorged
with blood and stiffened in his pants.  Ouch!  Obviously, the bitch wasn't
wearing much of a brassiere, he thought, noting how the damply clinging
cloth displayed the round little outline of her left nipple.

   "I said," she prepared to repeat with a smile that seemed suggestive to
him, "the dishes need a bath after being wrapped in all this dirty
newspaper." "Oh, I was hoping you had asked me to give you a bath."
Suddenly he moved threateningly as though to pull her up and dump her into
the pan of water.

   "No!  No!" she cried, laughing.  She pulled away and turned back to
emptying the crate.  Now he watched her bend over.  In the process, he
could see her shorts slip teasingly into the crevice of her ass, revealing
the warmly tempting shapes of her firm, moon-like asscheeks.

   Tom Rouelle felt his already lust-stiffened cock harden even more and
throb against the warm pressure of the sink where he pressed himself so she
wouldn't see.  He had to decide rationally what he was going to do.  This
was his son's wife.  His son probably wouldn't give a damn what he did,
considering young attitudes today, but still, he was reluctant.  She was
approaching with another few dishes, an evil gleam in her eye that seemed
to penetrate right through his body to the hotly aching protuberance of his
now fully squashed and erect-aspossible cock.

   "I hope my new father-in-law," she said boldly when she reached him, "is
not the dirty old man type."

   "In what way?" he asked for something to respond.  He had nearly choked
at her statement.  "In any way at all," she giggled, settling her round
young asscheeks against his thigh.

   "Oooohhhhh, honey, you are in big trouble with your husband's father!"
he exclaimed and suddenly lifted his arms to her face, pulling her harshly
to him.  What had he decided?  He couldn't remember.

   Tom's tongue splurged hotly into her mouth, flicking through the moistly
clasping walls and pressurizing forcefully down the warm smooth length of
her tongue.  She sucked on it, slowly, drawing it down to her throat like
she was trying to pull it out of his mouth by the roots.  His lips pressed
against hers, clinging there for a long moment and then the water and her
hands against his chest caused his hands to slip from her face, and they
lost contact.

   "Now you better behave yourself so we can finish this," she admonished
him, waving a finger at him.

   "I'll give it the thought it deserves, you damn little cock tease," he
said, wiping his hands on a paper towel.  "Do you know how this feels right
now?" Tom could not leave his zipper closed another moment.  The pressure
was killing him!  Quickly he unzipped his pants, and Natalie, delighted,
came and unbuckled his belt for him and then pulled the trousers completely
down.  His lust-inflated prick pushed obscenely against his shorts.  Poking
fun at it, she gleefully stripped him of his shorts.  He couldn't believe
what was happening.  All thoughts of stopping her on behalf of wisdom had
long since evaporated.

   "Damn little cock tease," he repeated, spinning her around to get at the
zipper on the back of her jersey.  Unzipping it only part way, he quickly
pulled it over her head, exposing immediately the full naked orbs of her
sensuously swaying young tits, which he then cupped in his hands.  Suddenly
he pushed his palms harshly inward and squashed her tits against her chest.

   "First you've got to lick me all over before I'll do it for you," she
panted, gasping for breath and flicking her tongue out of her mouth
obscenely.

   "You mean you want me to suck your cunt?" he asked, still a little
dumbfounded, perhaps by the speed.  Even in his heyday, he didn't go this
fast!

   "Oh, yes, Tom.  I want you to lick and suck it good!"

   "Open your legs." "Oooohhhhh, yeeessss," Natalie sighed as her shorts
and panties were tugged over her full, sensuously curved hips and fell to
the floor.  He dropped to his knees in front of her moistly lubricating
pussy and peeling the soft, hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs, licked
wetly down the entire length of her throbbing hot cunt, stopping to flick
the tip of his tongue hotly over the tiny bud-like clitoris.  She quivered
back against it, screwing her smoothly rounded young asscheeks in small
lewd circles around and around, encouraging his wet tongue to fuck its way
up into her hotly throbbing cunt.  He fucked it deep up into her warm cunt,
tongue-fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster, sending waves
of lewd pleasure through her belly until she suddenly jerked his head away
from her and moaned.

   "Stop it!  Stop it now.  Oh, God, Tom, I'll cum all over your face if
you don't stop!"

   He stood and pressed his own nakedly exposed body against hers, the
hugeness of the tightly swollen head of his blood-filled cock pressed into
the throbbing slit between her widely spread legs.  Her forehead pressed
against his chest.  She was trapped now between the sink and the hard
searching length of his bloated prick in front of her.  His hands closed
around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging
harshly into her soft white flesh.  "Are you going to ...  do the same ...
for me now?" he panted.

   Natalie looked up at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue as
though considering the situation.  It was hard not to feel guilty when
Kevin wasn't around like he usually was, but she had told him she was going
to seduce his father just to know what it would be like making love to her
husband in twenty or so years.  He had only laughed uncaringly, and she did
want that big lovely Rouelle cock in her hungering mouth, to suck and lick
on it!

   "Not here, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full throbbing
thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs.  In almost
cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail tantalizingly down
his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until her palm curled
directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole.  Her fingernails scratched
lightly over the white blue-veined shaft, stroking softly on the steadily
pulsing ridge just below the thick bulbous head and it jerked heavily at
her touch.

   "Oh, damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope.  "Where then?
You don't seem to have a bed."

   "It's coming this afternoon," she breathed, "but we have the mattress
and spring."

   Tom swung his arm around his young daughter-in-law's naked waist and,
stepping over their clothing that was scattered all over the floor, led her
around and over boxes to the hallway.  God, she was really going to suck
him off!  Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those
warm wet lips would close down over his passionstrained veined cock.  A
momentary uneasiness at their family ties flashed through his mind, but he
reminded himself of the loose state of today's youth, a condition for the
better, in his opinion, and if Kevin had married such a shamelessly hot
broad, he had to approve.

   The mattress and the spring were each in their own separate boxes.  The
first one he opened was the mattress.  Natalie fetched a razor and he
carved one whole broad side out of the box, allowing the mattress to fall
in a kind of hammock style between the wall and the boxes stacked nearby.
He pulled all the cardboard away and then looked to see where to push the
boxes when he realized that there was no real need to go further.  They had
what they needed, and he pulled her into the mattress the way it was.

   "Like this?" asked Natalie as he tumbled to the mattress and spread
himself out on his back.

   "Why not?" he asked hoarsely.

   As he lifted his dark head and watched her sink to her knees and draw
herself up between his thighs, a small anticipatory whimper of delight was
already coming from between his tightened lips.  Her curvaceous naked body
hovered over his parting legs, and then she lowered her head until her face
was mere inches from his firmly throbbing cockhead.  He could feel her soft
warm breath grazing over his abdomen and her hair, blonde as straw in the
sunlight, spilling over his thighs onto the mattress.  She gripped his long
lust-burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly
between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face.  She dipped
her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the
thin, semenseeping hole.

   "Oooohhhhh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the
warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter
down over the sensitively throbbing head of his blood-engorged cock.

   To guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing blond head, Tom
reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair.  The blood hard rod
of thickened flesh was sinking deep into her hungry mouth now, crushing
through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her
throat.  Tom groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing
hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion,
never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a
half an inch or so up inside the warm wet cavern.

   "Yeeeessss!" he grunted as her warm lips tightened around his stony
hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the hot moistness of
the rubbery blood-inflated head.  Her pink tongue, with nerve-tingling
licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his
heart itself were beating inside it.  He bent his head forward and watched
through widely bulging eyes one of his hands tangling tighter into her
bobbing head and the other fondling her sensuously swaying tits.  He made a
hard fuck forward and almost all of his long blood-thickened cock
disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening
protruding from between her rapidly working lips.  Her cheeks hollowed on
the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the instroke.  He withdrew and the
thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh
of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisibly fingers.  Her
tits jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting
and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.  "Lick it
right under the ridge," he said hoarsely whsle he watched her.  "Ooooohhhh,
that feels so damn good!"

   "Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she
breathed hotly around his stony cock.

   "Oh, God, yes!  Milk your fingers over the skin.  Do that, too!"

   Deeply he sighed, and his head sank back in the mattress as she massaged
the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked
the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as
she continued to suck rhythmically up and down.  She increased the speed
and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and
faster around the saliva-slicked, hardness at the apex of the withdrawal,
the stroke of her fucking tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny
opening of the glans at the end.  He flexed his ass, thrusting his hips
back and forth and then arched his back up off the mattress to grind his
wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

   Natalie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and
began to suck his lust-swollen cock a little harder, increasing the
pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard
resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood
beneath the surface of the skin.  She reached under his asscheeks and
cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face.  She
could hear his breath quicken, and her passion began to build and build in
reaction.  She was sucking on her own father-in-law's blood-swollen cock,
her mind hummed, and she was doing it with his own son's approval.  In
fact, she had had the uncanny feeling that she might be doing it because
her husband wanted her to!  After all, he could have gotten the day off to
help her instead of asking her father-in-law!  Well, if he wanted her to
fuck his father, she would fuck his father.  If her husband wanted her to
be a little whore, she would be a little whore.  Her body burned
ecstatically with the thought of being used and slavishly made to perform
any perversity her husband could think of!

   "Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me and cum up inside of me," she suddenly
mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the
words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue
around the moist bloodinflated head.

   "You bet!  I've got to fuck you, you little bitch.  I'm going to fuck
the shit out of you," he muttered.

   Natalie felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips
withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock.
His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she
fell on her back on the padding.  Her father-in-law rolled himself full
length on top of her, and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips
against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. 
"Oooohhhhh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably
as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her
hungering cunt, searching for the tight elastic little hole.

   "And you have ...  God, you've got such a sweet young pussy," he gasped,
working at her hotly quivering cuntal lips now, slowly and expertly parting
the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting
slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the
pain.

   "Aaahhhhhh, it's going to feel so goooooood!  Hurry!  Fuck me now! 
Nooooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from
side to side on the cotton-padded mattress.

   As his strong hands pushed her thighs farther apart still, stretching
her cunt until, it lay before him in a flat exposed plain, she shuddered
expectantly.  Her legs snaked out on either side of his body, and her
calves locked against the backs of his legs.  He grasped his hard lewdly
aching cock in his hands and then Natalie felt the lips around her softly
quivering cunt slowly stretching open.  The elastic rimmed tightness
resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

   "Aaaahhhhh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

   Tom Rouelle slowly shoved forward once more, and then suddenly he could
stand it no longer, and he fucked into her with everything he had, sinking
his lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly
accepting young belly.  He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his
balls slap tightly against her jerking asscheeks and her legs kicked out in
the air from the relentless onward pressure.  But she responded like a
creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the ground and
grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft,
begging for more of the cruel treatment.  He could hardly contain himself
as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick hedge of mattress
surrounding them.  It was like being in a padded room.  He set up a quick
rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh
on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each
lust-heated stroke.  It seemed impossible, but it was true.  He was fucking
that hard, thick blood-filled cock up into the warmly quivering confines of
his own daughter-in-law's clasping defenseless cunt, and she was loving
every minute of it.  God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking.  He
had never had anything like this before, and it took the utmost of his
self-control to hold off from cumming instantly into the softly squeezing
walls of her cunt.

   "Ooohhhhhh!  Aaauurrgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force
through the hotly pulsating hole.  "Oh, fill me, darling, fiiiillll
meeeeeeee!" The sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk
deep in her throat.

   Tom dropped his dark body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe
tits tightly against his heaving chest.  He reached back, grabbing her
ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was
rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him.  His
shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her
locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her.  Reaching
beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white
cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently
rotating cheeks further apart.  He could feel the hot smooth walls of her
tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing
tightly around his rapidly fucking hardness.  Goddamn it, I'm going insane,
he thought.  I'm going to lose my fucking mind!  Then, before he could
begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.  "Aaauugghh, I'm cumming!"
she screamed up into his mouth, and her body tossed under him, slipping and
churning in a furious spasm.

   "I'm cumming.  I'm cumming, too," he mumbled over and over to himself,
speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes.  He could feel the
hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against
her wildly gyrating upturned ass.  It was his own son's wife!  But he
couldn't let it stop!  He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his own
daughter-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting
point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice, and then, before
he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the pores of her cunt
clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding
hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder.  He could feel his
breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even
larger.  He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of
the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire,
ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing cuntal walls like thick
burning streams of molten lava.

   "Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh!" His body gave one last spasmodic
jerk, and he collapsed on the girl, pulling on her asscheeks while the huge
rod continued to throb out its completion.  Torrents of white hot cum still
spewed from its red head, filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy
contracting lips around the base of his cock and soaking the soft matted
pubic hair it was buried in.  It seemed endless and the pulsating head
continued to beat against her cervix until it gave one last final spasm,
the last drop sucked from it.  He lay still for a moment to recover his
strength and then slowly pulled himself off his daughter-in-law and fell
onto his back on the mattress.

   Natalie, too, lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and
panting, too weak to move in its complete satiation.

   "You know what I'm looking forward to?" she finally said when she had
enough breath to speak.

   "What's that?" he asked.  Tom had to struggle to keep his mind on
whatever she had to say.  It had been so damn long since he had had a good
fuck like that, he could not help turning it over and over in his mind,
reliving this detail and that.

   "We're having a party Saturday night, and suddenly Kevin has discovered
he has to be out of town.  Almost everyone has been invited already except
you and Liz.  It'll be kind of wild ..."

   He took her hand and squeezed it without looking at her.  "That lets Liz
out," he told her.  "Maybe we had better forget about invitations to a wild
party.  She only attends 'moderate' ones, so stated in the invitation." As
an afterthought, he chuckled.  "Of course, I don't need an invitation after
all this work, do I?"

   "No invitation," she giggled.  "Yours is a command performance ...  Pa!"


                                  Chapter 3

   Liz Rouelle had all she could do to stumble down the steps to her car.
She smiled weakly around, attempting to look natural even though there was
no one around to see.  But she couldn't tell that because her lovely green
eyes were filled with tears.  If Tom Rouelle had that much sex to give
away, she whimpered to herself, surely he could save a moderate amount for
his wife!  She opened the door of the car after fumbling with the handle,
and once sitting inside under the steering wheel, she found she couldn't
move: She couldn't seem to think of where she was and had to fight to
remember that she was trying to drive home.  Oh yes, she had to take the
keys from her purse to start the ignition.  Even this was a major task ...

   But finally, her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys from her
purse, and she fumbled now with the ignition, stalling the car several
times before getting it into drive.  Slowly it lurched out of the parking
lot and onto the street.  I should not drive, she told herself.  Liz was
well aware that in her state of mind she wouldn't know the difference
between reality and a mirage.  People were walking along the avenue as she
drove along, but it seemed to her that she would see a woman, for example,
and suddenly the woman would be gone even though Liz's car had not passed
her and the woman did not turn in anywhere or around any corners.  She had
been through such an experience before when Kevin had almost died of
pneumonia as a child.  Her head had been just as confused, alternately
headachy and clear like a radio message traveling through intermittent
waves of static.

   She tried hard to concentrate on what she really saw through the car
windows.  After all, it was a beautiful day outside.  The sky was a vivid
blue, the clouds, puffs of pure white.  Sprinklers whirred on freshly cut
front lawns.  There was the sound of an electric mower somewhere, though
she could not see it.  But the refreshment of her senses would not last. 
She found her heart falling into the much of self-pity as hard as she tried
to prevent it.  Angry, with deep revulsion, she imagined how Natalie had
plotted the downfall of Tom Rouelle.  His son Kevin was not enough for a
whore like Natalie.  Oh, no, she had to fuck the whole damn family! 
Seething with fury, Liz did not notice how the word 'fuck' fit naturally
into her thoughts!  But perhaps her definition of moderation was shifting!

   Another surge of tears flooded her eyes.  It became too difficult to see
the road, and she pulled over to the curbing to wipe her eyes.  She thought
of driving to the beach or the hills, but she had seen too much this
morning to solve her problems by driving around crazily like this.  She
couldn't erase the memory of Natalie moving her wetly sucking lips up and
down over her husband's lust-hardened prick.  She recalled, too, the
expression on his face with guilty curiosity.  She had never seen anything
like it when she and he made love together, but she never would have
performed an act like that on him, either.  Then to her mind, Natalie and
Tom became lower than the lowest animals through the very fact that they
had consented to defile themselves like that!  It was far easier for her to
understand the mental concepts of fidelity and chastity than emotional
depths she had never felt!

   Yes, the new morality, so called, was not for her.  It filled her with
nothing but inner revulsion.  Surely, her son could not have forgotten all
that she had taught him.  Surely, he, too, would be repulsed by the
behavior she had witnessed.  And he had the right to know to whom he was
married, what kind of woman.  The thought struck her in a flash as she
started up the car again and pulled into the traffic on the avenue that she
would go to Kevin and tell him everything.  He just had to know what kind
of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into, even if the facts hurt
him as they were knifing into her at this very moment.  Thinking of telling
him, Liz was forced back into her memory once more.

   She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her daughter-in-law's
lips, the pouting and swelling of cheeks as Tom's large fleshy blood-filled
cock had slipped up into her hungrily sucking mouth.  Then she had seen
Natalie swirl her tongue wetly across the opening of the inflamed member's
smooth rubbery head and then dip and swirl again below the crown, slowly
licking upward as a child might slap its tongue and suck on a red lollypop.
Oh dear God, the image came back and she was unable to stop it!  She had
refused to do it to him so many times, and again she knew, but would not
face, that perhaps her uncompromising policy of moderation left something
to be desired.

   As she approached home and what she knew was her moral duty to her son,
to tell him when he came home for lunch all that she had seen at his new
apartment, she tried hard to forget her obscene thoughts!  Yet she could
feel herself becoming involuntarily excited by the warmness of her pussy
and the way she instinctively shifted her ass back and forth on the smooth
seat cushion.  Forbidden words flickered through her consciousness as they
had done the night before; perhaps it was because she had seldom heard them
and never had thought much about them, certainly never saying them aloud,
that they had such significance to her.  Words like cunt and suck and fuck
and pussy and cock and prick and a myriad of combinations!  Damn it, she
thought, outraged at herself, this has to stop!  She tried to steady her
beating heart and calm herself from the excitement that had abruptly
overtaken her moments before.  But she couldn't.  She found herself pushing
back on the seat as she drove and pressing her cuntal lips into the
form-fitting curves of the cushion.

   At last, she drove into the gravel drive of her own home and was
surprised to see the battered Chevie belonging to her son.  Her heart
leaped into her mouth and a wave of relief fell upon her.  It would be so
good to see him even though she had to break some terrible news.  For some
reason she couldn't understand, she was looking forward to his knowing. 
Well, she didn't blame herself.  Enough had happened this morning to turn
any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires and
thoughts!  She entered the house by the back door into the kitchen, half
expecting him to be putting a sandwich together for an early lunch, but he
wasn't there.  She tried the dining room and the living room and then
started upstairs.  The house was a bastardized ranch style with only three
little stairs to the hall from which a bedroom opened on either side.  The
door to his room was wide open, so it never occurred to Liz to look the
other way.  Since she was looking for him, in fact, it was quite natural
for her to look in!  She had so much trouble believing what she saw that
she was rooted to the spot and unable to move her eyes from the bed.

   He was lying on the bed, completely naked, a drink in hand, his face
turned up toward the ceiling.  The radio was on and playing some rock
piece, totally foreign to Liz.  His nakedness in the flesh here reawoke the
sounds of his lovemaking last night.  It was startling.  She didn't want to
confront him like this, but she couldn't seem to pull away.

   His head averted out the window now, he raised his drink lazily to his
lips and rubbed his hand on his flat; tanned belly, running his fingers
carelessly down to the soft dark pubic hair that covered his groin.  In
another almost lazy movement, he coursed his finger over his softened cock
that still looked huge as it was and squeezed it tentatively, then more
firmly.  She watched the fleshy organ pulse out and grow in his hand, but
he let it go, stretching slightly, then settled his hand on his thighs. 
His mother shuddered nervously and again turned to leave.  She decided she
better forget telling him about what had gone on, at least right now.  But
in spite of herself, her eyes remained fixed on his body.  They drew her
back, lighting on the harmonious lines of his muscled shoulders and arms
lying on his stomach and thigh and on the half-erect blood-gorging length
of his lusty cock that must have been six inches long in that state alone.
He sipped again from his drink and ran his hand over his relaxed thigh in
another casual movement that was provocative to Liz.  She must leave!  She
must go!  This was her own son, she thought.

   Suddenly she began to understand her feelings more clearly in this
moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire.  She realized she was
attracted to her own son, but still she found no will to exercise, to help
her leave the edge of the porch.  Kevin lifted up one leg and scratched his
knee.  The soft sac of his testicles softly cradled on the cushion beneath
his slightly flexing asscheeks, and she could see the base of his long
thick instrument rise up from the nest of sparse hair surrounding it.

   What could she do?  Since she couldn't move away, she turned decisively
into the room and stood next to the bed.  He looked up at her casually as
though he were laid out on the couch in the living room in his Sunday suit
reading the funnies.

   "Ma!" he smiled, his face becoming attractively more alert, though a
slightly startled expression lit his brown eyes.  Why should he be
startled?

   "Well, I, uh, I came to talk to you about something," she gasped,
flushing with embarrassment.  "But, b ...  but I think it can wait."

   "Damnit, Ma, I'm sorry you caught me here like this," he smiled again,
forcing it a bit.  "I was sure I'd hear you come in ..." His voice rose in
apology and then trailed off.  But he was not sorry!  He couldn't be, Liz
reasoned.  What was he doing lying in her home with the door open like
this? As he apologized, his mother still had full view of his long thick
lusty cock, and what had been a slight erection enlarged still further.  It
stood out at a fortyfive degree angle, a rock-hard shaft deeply pink right
up to the faint collar of skin under the blood-swollen head.

   "Gosh, Ma, let me put my shorts on, at least," he said, swinging his
feet onto the floor.  "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you like
this."

   Liz let out a short hysterical giggle.  "I ...  I guess I should have
called out for you before I came up to the bedrooms."

   "Think I look like my father, Ma?" he asked, slapping his ass-cheeks in
a cocky assertive manner as he faced her.

   His mother flushed to the roots of her dark auburn hair and turned her
face away.

   "Okay, okay, I'm making you uncomfortable.  Be back in a second." He
trounced into the bath attached to his room or started to, then turned
back, opened the door under his nightstand and took out a bottle of scotch
and a glass.  He fished an ice cube out of his own glass, poured the amber
liquid generously, and handed the drink to his mother.  Then he once more
went his way to the bathroom.

   Liz was still standing near the bed.  She raised the tepid scotch to her
lips.  The burning liquor taken straight had an instant calming effect on
her nerves, and she leaned back against the bedpost, momentarily relaxed.
It certainly was embarrassing to walk in on her own son like this,
although, true to the new morality, it didn't seem to bother him at all. 
But she had rather had her fill of lewd incidents lately, bodies in lewd
copulation, poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark.  It was
some kind of obscene nightmare.

   As far as Kevin looking like his father, Tom ...  well, in a way it was
true, despite the fact that Kevin was still so young, still in the finely
sculpted stage of the early twenties, contrasting with his father's growth
to a coarser masculinity.  Kevin was still far less hairy.  The image of
Kevin's huge erectly throbbing prick standing out as menacingly as Tom's
always did, the warmly pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in
her mind's eye again with haunting clarity.  Good God, it was gigantic! 
She blushed with the memory.  It must have been as big and as thick around
as his father's, she judged and tried to shove the thought out of her mind.
She heard Kevin rummaging in the bathroom.  It was not long before he
appeared at the door into the bedroom again, his loins draped in a bath
towel.

   "I just draped this around me," he said, "I thought I left my clothes in
the bathroom, but I don't see them."

   Liz nodded limply.  Her son picked up his half-finished drink from the
night table and sat down on the bed.

   "Sit down, Ma, and tell my why your face is all tear-stained."

   She did sit down, taking another gulp of her drink.  Being so near his
almost nude body made her nerves flutter.  She forced a smile and tossed
her head back, taking a deep breath.

   "I ...  I don't know where to begin.  It ...  it all started last night.
Oh, no it didn't.  Let me think what started when."

   "It started months ago, I'm willing to bet," he said with a young man's
certainty.  His attitude made her feel it necessary to defend Tom, at
least. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of
Tom's sins would have been laid bare!  She was suddenly aware of this
tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself.  It was a
defense mechanism, she thought.  This ...  this thing that was growing
between them ...  it mustn't be allowed to get any bigger.  It's head must
be chopped off here and now.  She must not agree with Kevin in anything. 
She must not feel that close to him ...  but oh, she did!

   Now he lay his hand in an affectionate gesture on her knee.  It felt
reassuring resting there, and it did give her strength.  She resolved to
herself that she would not tell him that Natalie had been unfaithful with
his father.  She would simply inform Kevin of his own wife's infidelity. 
That was the important thing for him to know.

   "Drink your scotch, Ma.  That's a good introduction to any
conversation."

   "How does that work?" she asked, glad to be diverted for a moment from
her difficult task.

   "I guess it loosens your tongue enough so you can blurt out the first
thing that comes to your mind!" he half laughed.  "It's like pulling out
the cork so you can get at what's in the bottle."

   "Oh, God," she cried out.  She did feel bottled.  It was exactly the
right word to have used.  Her eyes once more welled with tears.  "It ... 
it was Natalie, dear.  She's been unfaithful to you, Kevin.  Yes, she's
been making love to another man!" The words came then in a fast stream,
punctuated by quick sobs.  "I saw it in your new apartment.  She did
terrible things with someone.  I ...  I don't know how you could stand her
after all this.  I saw it.  God, dear, I can't stand to think what she's
done to you!"

   Kevin sat up straight on the bed, the towel falling carelessly down his
waist and baring the pubic hairs of his groin.  He clenched his hands
across his knees and clasped and unclasped his fingers in a nervous, almost
impatient gesture.  "I can't follow exactly what you've said," he sighed in
slight irritation.  "What has she done?  She's been unfaithful to me?"

   "That's exactly what I said," she stated sharply, an iron resolve
asserting itself.

   Her beloved son pressed his palms to his forehead and bent over in
apparent agony.  She could not help putting a comforting arm around him. 
"That lousy tramp," he cried.  "I ...  I can't understand it.  We've been
so close.  God, you should have seen the way she made love to me just last
night!"

   Liz finished off her drink in one gulp.  She could see that this had
disturbed him more than she had anticipated, and she was at odds within
herself as to what she should do.  Her eyes rested on the tensed muscles of
his legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled up to his crotch
and then to his slightly hair-covered belly.  Then she turned her gaze
away.

   "For Christ's sake, Ma, tell me what they did.  Who was it who was doing
it to her?" He slammed his fist hard into his other arm, making the ice
cubes dance around on the inside of the glass ...  "Tell me all about it,
every detail.  I want to know everything!"

   Liz shifted her weight.  She stretched out her long perfectly formed
legs in front of her and crossed them at her delicately curving ankles.  As
her green eyes coursed to his face, his own gaze now traversed the length
of her body from the smoothly cupped firmness of her large high-set tits
down to the rounded fullness of her lushly curving thighs.

   "Oh, I can't do that," she said.  "I can't turn a knife around in a
wound," she sighed.

   "But you don't understand, Ma!  Not knowing what happened, who fucked
that goddamn whore makes things intolerable."

   "Don't use that word!" Liz shouted nervously.  "I can't stand to hear
it. I'm tired of hearing it."

   "What are you complaining about?  I'm the one who has to worry about his
wife's screwing around.  Why are you acting as though it was you who was
injured?  "Anything that injures you ..."

   "Oh, come on, Ma," he said in a strange tone as though he knew damn well
there was something else.  What did he know?  The blood drained from her
face.

   "I ...  I don't understand!"

   "Just tell me!  Tell it," he insisted.  "Did she, or rather, did he kiss
her?" he asked with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice.  "Did he
run his hands down below or anything?"

   Liz didn't know what it was that she couldn't stand most, what he wanted
her to describe or the building feelings in her own body, being so close to
her own son ...  "Yes, yes!" she moaned.  "Of course, they did all those
things!"

   Kevin's face contorted in what looked like anger.  He stood up, holding
the towel tightly to his waist and poured himself and his mother another
drink.

   "What else did they do, Ma?" he asked, but in a commanding tone.  "Did
she put her mouth around his ...  uh, his thing ...  like this?"

   Liz fell back on one hand amazed.  Kevin had reached in front of his
towel and had seized his hard prick that now protruded out against the
front of the tightly pulled material.

   "Don't turn away from me, Ma," he said strongly.  "You've come here to
tell me about Natalie, and you've left out all the important facts.  For
all I know, you're hiding something."

   "Oh, no," she sobbed.  "Nothing necessary," she added doubtfully.

   He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged
blood-swollen cock clearly evident pressing harder against the towel.  God,
what was he doing, looking down at her like this?  She felt that he could
see all the way into her soul and that she was guilty.  Well, she didn't
think she was guilty.  It wasn't her fault if he was attractive to her, was
it?  She was fighting it, after all!

   "I told you, Ma, there's no one as beautiful as a man's mother!" he
said. "No one as loyal," he added, pressing his fingers against the bulge
of his lust-inflated prick that stood out at an obscene angle from his body
beneath the towel.

   Liz swallowed half of her new drink.  She felt a light bead of
perspiration trickle down between the tingling mounds of her titties and
settle in a tiny pool just above her navel.  Her light dress seemed
incredibly hot, and that same moistly warming sensation beneath her nylon
panties that she had felt in the car began pulsating softly in her groin.

   "I ...  I don't understand, dear," she managed to say, biting at her
quivering lips.  "Ma," he leaned over her very suddenly, "what has Pa been
up to?" Liz managed to find a hanky and wiped her eyes.  She avoided the
question but she was trying, otherwise, to be very level-headed about the
whole mess.  She got control over her tears, but the shocking jolt of his
question made her avoid thoughts of her husband in a kind of self-defense
and to wonder instead why her son couldn't see where the true problem lay.
His attention was all on her when it certainly should have been elsewhere.
He was acting very strange, frightfully strange and the thing between his
legs was sticking out like an erect pendulum.  He didn't even seem
concerned about it at all.  She had brought him up better than that ... 
surely.

   "I don't think I heard you, Kevin," she murmured.

   "Ma, drink your drink.  I think we both need another one.  And," he
returned to the subject, "Natalie isn't going to pull some fool thing like
that and get off without retaliation." People could sure be complicated,
Kevin was thinking, especially mothers.  His mother was of the old school,
he knew.  Still she was a good-looking and obviously frustrated woman.

   She drank willingly.  Thank God for the comfort and simplicity that
liquor was giving her right now, she thought.  The world was so complicated
otherwise, so complex, so hard to understand.  But with enough alcohol
under her belt, all she had to do was ask the simple question, what do we
do next, and let her son take over.  "Well, what are we going to do now?"
she asked softly, looking up at him.  She had had just enough to drink that
she got that wonderful feeling she so loved of wanting to be rocked to
sleep.  If only she could bring herself to telling him that they were both
in the same plight, that Natalie had been running her long licking wet
tongue between his own father's legs, and if she could just admit that it
had been Tom's moistly throbbing cock inside Kevin's wife's hungrily
sucking mouth!  Then he would not be so distant, she reasoned crazily,
hazily, and then he would take her in his arms and rock and ...  and ... 
oh, God, what was she thinking?

   "Oh, God, Kevin," she cried before he would answer her previous question
and before she knew quite what she was doing, "it was Tom!  It was your
father, my husband.  It was Tom who did it to her, dear son.  Didn't you
guess?"

   Kevin bolted back, forcing a look of alarm at her words.  He had finally
gotten her to say it!  He suppressed an affectionate smile.  Was it
possible that there were still such naive females in the world as mothers?
But, he couldn't help wonder, too, were mothers really that naive?

   "Pa?" he stuttered by gasping before and after the single syllable.  He
should have been an actor, he thought.  Actually, he was rather amused that
Natalie had been able to seduce his father as she claimed she could.

   "I'm sorry, Kevin, but you can see why if there's anything I don't need
it's your callousness!"

   "I knew he was screwing around but ...  but ..." Kevin seemed unable to
finish the statement, and Liz was too dipsy to be as dumbfounded as she
might have been under more sober conditions.

   Liz was unable to say anything.  She sipped on her drink, finishing it,
and Kevin refilled it even once again as well as his own.

   "It's hard to believe Pa would do such a thing to us.  I mean, to you,
Ma.  A woman has her needs, I know that." His face looked appropriately
pained.  Kevin watched the smoothness of his mother's firmly rounded thighs
exposed to him below her light summer dress that had snaked up almost to
the vee of her loins.  He could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on
his upper lip as he studied their delicious fullness, and it was all he
could do from reaching over and pulling her down right now, mother or no
mother!  Obscene thoughts of how sweet her warmly clasping little pussy
wrapped around his bloated veined cock would feel shifted hotly through his
mind.

   "Christ, Ma, I hate to think of what you're missing," he breathed,
inching his arm up her back and resting his hand on the softness of her
neck.

   Liz looked at him as best she could through the alcoholic curtain over
her eyes.  She searched his brown eyes for meaning.  What she saw was his
father of years and years ago, the same lecherous look.  Her heart turned
over.  There was the inexplicable tingling in her body for a chance to
remake the past.  "I ...  I'm not sure of that," she said loyally and
almost by rote.  "I don't think you mean that," he said slowly, his tongue
slipping over his lips suggestively.

   Liz felt the muscles in her neck tense, but she didn't pull away from
his hand.  A clamminess crept the length of her spine, causing a little
shiver to pass over her.  She managed to speak finally.

   "Kevin, don't," she said, taking another strong gulp from the glass and
setting it absentmindedly on the night table.  Her elbow then knocked
carelessly, perhaps nervously, against the little table and the tumbler
fell with a shattering of glass to the floor.  She bent down to pick up the
splintered pieces scattered in front of the bed and, as she did, her son
clasped his hand around her chin and drew her face to his lips.  She pulled
back, her lips quivering in fear, then he pulled forward again and thrust
his tongue deep into her resisting mouth.  She tried to rise up and wrench
away, but she could not.  It was not a matter of his superior strength that
was evident in the tight grasp he had now around her shoulders and the firm
clasp of one hand on the pouted flesh of her lovely cheeks.  It was just
that for some reason which she knew should be evident to her confused mind
...  she didn't want to!  He kissed her again, and this time her lips
trembled softly as he splurged in his tongue, then withdrew it slowly,
sending out warm electric tingles of pleasure across her flushed cheeks.

   "No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction and finally drew
up and slanted her heaving body away.  "Kevin, this is incestuous.  It's no
way to solve anything.  We must be ...  be reasonable!"

   Kevin rose from the bed and stood in front of her.  Liz's mind, dazed
from the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty
focusing, but gradually she saw what had not previously registered in her
mind, and she flinched back with shock.  The towel lay at his feet and his
huge fleshy monster of a lusty cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree
angle, its giant slowly reddening head only a few inches from her face. 
Liz smoothed the skirt of her dress across the tops of her beautifully
shaped legs.  Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose auburn hair
that fell carelessly across her cheek.  She tried to keep her eyes away
from him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon the
satiny bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to his
flattened waist and belly, but she could not.  Around his asscheeks was the
white band of his skin hidden from the sun by bathing trunks, accentuating
his thighs.  Liz's mouth went dry and she tingled with a warmly rippling
sensuality as he shifted his weight and bent toward the table by the bed
where his drink remained half-finished.

   "I guess there's no need to bother Pa about all this," his voice trailed
off as he faced away a moment, turning his protruding rigid prick away from
her.  "But listen, Mom.  You and I are human, too.  We can't let other
people just walk all over us, having the times of their lives and letting
us sit off on the sidelines and suffer.  You can wait forever, you know. 
Waiting doesn't work."

   Liz sighed audibly.  He heard the light squeak of the bedspring when she
pushed back with her feet on the floor.  He didn't like this blackmailing
sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a confrontation with his
father, which was what it amounted to, but it seemed the only way to prove
to her what was for her own good.  He could see that her beloved female
body was aching to let him fuck it.  He knew by the way her green eyes
glazed over when she looked at his hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning
her to suck it and to let him skewer it up into her warm little belly.  He
imagined that Natalie had not had nearly as much difficulty with his
father, who needed little coaxing to leap into bed with practically any
desirable woman.

   They had planned their seductions together.  They had not been with the
elder Rouelle's long when they realized that the love in the house was fast
freezing solid and at this point needed a couple of hardy young blow
torches to get thawed out.  Natalie and Kevin decided that since they were
the only blow torches handy and willing to rectify the situation, there was
no choice about what they would do.  Obviously, no other man would be
bothered with the battle it would take to batter down his mother's
defenses, Kevin had argued.  Because he really wanted her, he might have
been prejudiced.  On the other hand, he was very likely right, as well.

   Liz caught the ominous tone in his voice about confronting his father.
Oh, God, she didn't want that.  Somehow, she knew that filling Tom with
guilt was not the way to win him back.  Who believes for long in his own
guilt?  Liz was sure that to confront Tom was a sure way to lose him
completely!

   "I ...  I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the
bed.  "But I'm so upset, Kevin.  Can't we have a cold drink?" They had been
drinking the scotch without ice the past couple of drinks.

   Kevin swiveled from his stance and went to the kitchen for ice.  She was
sitting exactly where he had left her when he returned except that she had
filled each of their glasses with more scotch.  He dropped a couple of ice
cubes in each glass, handing her one.

   Liz drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts and the
relieving feeling of the cold liquor washing down her throat that she
didn't notice him coming up close to her.  Suddenly she sensed his face
inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth.  She squirmed
backward, but he approached again, his huge blood-filled cock pressing
against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen.  She
couldn't deny the fascination her son held in her, the almost hypnotizing
warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock
poking near her moistly widening cunt.  Neither could she ignore the fact
that she was married to her son's father regardless of what Tom seemed able
to ignore.  She could hardly forget her strict moralistic background,
either, which would certainly place her in hell fire for the feelings she
was entertaining about her own son.  But the most important thing of all
was that Tom shouldn't be confronted so perhaps she had better play along.
Hopefully, she wasn't just rationalizing her own desires!  "Oh, yes, Kevin.
I understand," she whispered.

   She lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip without even
thinking of what she was doing.  She felt his hand reach around to the back
of her dress, playing with the latch and zipper over her back until he had
pulled it loose.  It fluttered down, catching on her hips momentarily, and
then it fell off and she kicked it to the floor.  With frenetic rapidity,
she pulled her half slip off too and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.


                                  Chapter 4

   The beautiful mature auburn-haired Liz Rouelle, tipsy as she was, felt a
momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as Kevin
moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the
smooth curve of her hairline.  She was still partially clothed in a pair of
transparent nylon panties and a brassiere that covered her lusciously
uplifting titties thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.

   He released one hand suddenly.  With an experienced snap of his fingers,
he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully
rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the
brassiere dropped to the floor.  He ran his tongue down between the lush
cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in
diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.

   "Ah!  Oh!  Ahhhhh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his
stomach.

   Moving one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad ass,
he cupped one cheek while continuing to suck like a milking child on her
tits.  God!  Those asscheeks were as beautifully shaped as her tits; the
thought flooded his mind.  Her body was warm and soft against him.  She
lowered her face, pulling his lips from her titty and locking her mouth
tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their
standing bodies for his rock-like hardness.

   He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his blood-hard
rigidity.  Damn it!  He really had her going.  Now all that was necessary
was to move her down onto the bed and continue what they were doing
standing up.

   "Let's lie down," he suggested.

   Liz turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with lust.  Her hand
remained locked around his rapidly stiffening cock.  He pulled away to sit
on the bed and waited, but she didn't follow.  For a moment he was worried,
but then she slowly sat at the foot of the bed.  She looked up at him and
smiled, but as the act between them grew more inevitable and close, the
smile became nervous.

   "Kevin, I don't know about this," she finally said.  "I ...  I am
terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."

   Kevin shrugged.  She had been too rational all her life.  That was
exactly the barrier that had to be broken through.  She had raised him to
be rational as well, and it certainly had its value in the proper time and
place ...  but not in bed!  "What do you suppose Natalie and Pa are doing
now," he said as though he were musing idly instead of reminding her of the
circumstances.

   Liz flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her
sensuously reclining body.  God Almighty, he thought, he just had to have
her now.  He couldn't wait a moment longer!  She was performing like a
cockteaser.  He couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the
situation.  But he knew she didn't really know what she was doing but was
unconsciously responding to himself.

   Silently, she picked up her scotch and sipped, then set it back down,
this time on the floor.  He was lying next to her now, running his fingers
down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch
of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had talked.

   He grabbed her all of a sudden, not being able to resist a moment
longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her
asscheeks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling
reluctance, she kissed him warmly back.  Her familiar female odor was
maddening, a perfume enhanced her natural body odors and reminded him not
only of her nearness as he grew up but of a new, fresh, untouched garden.
It was a spring-like smell.  Her lips were soft and gave a yielding rubbery
softness that sent chills over his skin in thin fine tracks like those made
on the ice by skates in winter.  He moved his hand to the elastic waistband
of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of
her full round asscheeks and let them drop to the floor.  He then pivoted
his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves
of her softly quivering flesh.  He pulled himself over her stomach and ran
his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her
softly waving curls of red-embered auburn pubic hair.

   The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Liz recoil in
sudden repugnancy.

   "Oh, no!  No!  You mustn't do that!  It's awful!  Oh, no, Kevin!" Liz
moaned and twisted, but Kevin's heavy grip held her fast.  "Please! 
Please! Your father has never done that to me!"

   "I'm willing to bet he's done it to Natalie," he gasped.  "You should
have it, too.  It's only fair," her son answered, his brown eyes feasting
hungrily on the thin coral lips.

   He placed his strong hands, palms flat against the inside of her thighs,
his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips.  She looked down at him
hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up
between her proudly upstanding tits like a beast of prey ready to pounce on
its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast.  The
moistly pinkening flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his
leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen to the mattress,
watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the
ravishment about to take place.

   Kevin Rouelle moved his handsome face forward, careful not to shake the
bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he
was subjecting her to now.  He knew she wanted him to do it.  It was only a
matter of showing some tenderness as he began.  He swallowed deeply as his
thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his
frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh
came into tantalizing view.  It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture
from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh
of her thighs.  His mouth opened wide as he dropped his dark curly head
closer to the moistly glistening mound.  Then he buried the full length of
his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing cuntal walls.

   "Oh, my God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or
to pull him closer to her secret genitals.  "What are you doing to me,
Kevin?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.

   As the strong male tongue swiped once more, this time it burrowed
against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris.  She ground back her
asscheeks in uncertain response, and he licked again, his rapidly darting
tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her
clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a
relentlessly flicking movement.

   "Oh, God, Kevin ...  my son, my son!  Please stop!" But his plunging
head shook negatively, and he continued on.

   Liz rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get
up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to
hold his blood-swollen cock in her tightly squeezing hands.  But now a new
sensation swept over her that she had not been prepared for, or at least
hadn't been aware of before.  Sensations that only an instant before had
filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of
pleasure through her groin.  Yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and
sucked and enjoying it just as Tom had writhed in ecstasy over Natalie's
hotly devouring mouth between his legs on his big huge lust-bloated cock!

   Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing tits and
slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side
of his lips.

   "Oh, yeeeessss, Kevin.  You're doing it sooooo goooood," escaped
sputtering from her open mouth.

   Her son's lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening, and
he fucked his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from
Liz, whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his
moving head.  Kevin could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long
extended pink tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating cuntal hole
dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it
deeper within.  Christ Almighty, he had her going now, his mind raged, and
there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting
against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the goddamn world!  Her
heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her
desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe.  His nose was
smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing
in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance
from her tender pink hole.  It incited his already stiffening cock to a
hardness that he could no longer control.  He had to fuck his mother.  God!
He had to fuck his own mother!  He had to screw her now or he would explode
his cum out all over the mattress.

   "Oooooohhh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her
hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs
that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. 
"Yessssss, suck it!  Oh, suu-uuuuuck!" she mewled, and the cords of her
neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the dark
tangled hair of his head.

   Kevin Rouelle could stand it no longer.  He wrenched his shoulders up
from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her,
pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for
support.  She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly
opening sexuality lying below him.  It was hard to believe that she was his
forty-two year old mother!  Her gorgeous auburn hair streamed across her
forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her titties.  The full
lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists
clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the
renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.

   "Oh, God, why did you stop, Kevin?  It felt so good!" Liz moaned.  She
peered up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something
she didn't quite understand.  "I ...  I never thought it would be like
that, honest, I didn't.  Do you know that?"

   Kevin remained silent.  She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his
face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad young chest and
stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood lewdly out like a hotly
throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his heated groin.

   "I'm going to fuck you now, Ma," her twenty year old son panted.  "It's
time we got down to the real business at hand, isn't that right?"

   "Oooooooohhhh," Liz groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of
what she had just allowed him to do to her with his tongue wetly between
her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body.  Yet the very
lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she
fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her
total surrender to her own son.

   "Open your legs, Ma.  Open them wide," he spat out with an unexpected
viciousness.  "When you get this inside of you, you'll know what fucking is
all about!" Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Liz opened her
legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. 
Kevin levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her
shoulders.  He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the hard
throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick
rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her hotly devouring cunt.  She
turned her head to the side of the mattress, closing her eyes with a
shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive
ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.

   "Aaaaahhhhh, oh, oh!  No!" she whimpered, attempting a protest as she
felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her
hungering cunt.  Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings
and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than
she would be able to take even in her wildly excited state.

   He pushed.

   "Aaaauuuggghhhh," she moaned as he levered forward, and just the tip
slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until
Liz felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless
outward pressure.  It had been so long since she had last had anything in
there!  Again he pushed, the blood-engorged head forcing itself into the
wetly clasping, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm asscheeks
arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. 
Natalie had not believed he could do it!  Aha!  How wrong she had been! 
His hot, puritanical little mother would be thrashing beneath him like a
bucking mare at any moment, and his hot little wife had said his mother
wouldn't even let him kiss her beyond a peck on the cheek!

   But this was all too goddamn good to be true!  She was driving him out
of his mind!  His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that
he was finally getting even with his father in some obscure animal way that
he did not fully understand!  He was not just fucking his own mother, but
he was fucking his father's little wife and fucking her good!  "Oh, yessss,
shove it into me, darling.  Fuck me gooood!  Screw me like that, yeeessss!"
Liz's voice intoned involuntarily, and her whole body twitched and writhed
beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she
had realized.  There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of
desire coursing through her veins.  She had lost, and there was nothing to
do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy
her own obscene surrender to the act of incestuous adultery as Kevin's
vigorously skewering hot cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.

   He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them
around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating asscheeks, grasping
them harshly, one in each hand.  God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at
her asscheeks, the thought blazed in her mind.  They cupped and squeezed
while he fucked his heavily impaling lusty rod deep into her flowering
defenselessly grasping cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs
on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled
abandon.  And amazingly now, she didn't even care.  She had known that he
would fuck her, had been aware of it really from the moment she had walked
into the bedroom knowing that he was stark naked on the bed.  Yes, she had
wanted that cock that was now fucking and plunging its sperminflated head
up through her warmly clinging cuntal hole, fucking her with a hot
vengeance that they both shared against Tom Rouelle!  She could feel the
hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly like a
washboard, with merciless, pile-driving fucks.  The thick blood-engorged
shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head
almost all the way out of her tightly clasping cunt on the backstroke and
then fucked forward again into her uplifting asscheeks until she could feel
the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crack where
nested her asshole.

   "Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great
distance.  "Yes, oh, God!  Kevin, it feels so good!" she whined softly, the
maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed asshole driving her to
greater frenzy.

   "Then tell me it's better than Pa.  Tell me that," he demanded, suddenly
increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving lewdly bloated instrument
through the ravished sucking walls of her hungering cunt.

   "I'll tell you anything you want," she moaned.  "Just keep on doing it.
Yes, you do it better.  You fuck me much better than your father does ...
when he does.  Oh, Kevin, you know how to really fuck me.  Keep it up!"

   Kevin gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress.  He had gotten
her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the
insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw
itself up and down the rigid length of his veined cock at will.  He bucked
forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost
through the walls of her hungrily dilating womb.

   "I ...  I never had it so gooooddd," she repeated of her own volition
now.

   He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating asscheeks and played
teasingly with his finger at the widely spread crack.  Then he prodded one
finger in through the softly giving crack, finding her warm virginal
asshole ready and almost accepting his probe.  She jerked back, startled at
first, as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly
puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through
the firm, elastically stretching lips.

   "Aaaaauuuuggghhh," she screamed when he fucked his finger in a quarter
inch farther, and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily
panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.

   But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her hungry
pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure, one that she did
not wish to stop.  Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her
asshole passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the
bottom of his lusty cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male
member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene
assault at her nether hole.

   "Oh, good, Kevin!  Fuck me!  Fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. 
"Split me!  Split meeee!"

   Kevin shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to
the palm of his hand.  He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy asshole,
and Liz jerked up, her wildly undulating ass rising several inches from the
spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside.  But
Kevin had timed it well and fucked his grinding pelvis forward with a
vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her hungering cunt.  There was
nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscoping pinwheel of sensation
that spun through her loins.  She was hopelessly impaled at both ends by
his fingers and lusthardened cock, and in her sex-crazed state of mind, she
could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse
of ecstatic pleasure.  All she knew was that this young man, her own and
only son, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her entire
life!

   She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers,
splurging her tongue wetly into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn
as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her
cheeks.  Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened
bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until
it came to rest on the gourdlike sac of his semen bloated balls.  His
fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking
little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and
squeezed gently at his testicles.  She fingered the smooth soft folds and
ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly fucking prick, tickling at the
bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft
hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.

   "Christ Almighty!  What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in
a sharp gasp of pleasure.

   "Oh, my little darling," she gasped even though he was hardly 'little'
any more.  "I'm giving you as much as you're giving me ...  I hope!"
Suddenly she shifted her hand from the distended cup of his balls, and
running it up his hips to his muscularly working asscheeks, she thrust a
finger into his own rubberily sucking asshole behind him.  The two lurched,
fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains. 
Wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing
lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.

   "Aaaaaahhhhhh, deeper, harrrrddddeeerrrr!  Fuck me!  Fuck meeeee," she
begged, gasping as though she were close to death itself.  She was nearing
orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously
around his back, waving her deeply impaled asscheeks in uncontrolled
abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his
hotly plunging and growing veined cock.

   His balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum, he lurched
over her.  He could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt,
but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, wallowing in these last
moments of engulfing pleasure.  He could hear his mother's sobs coming more
rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum
juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he
continued his lewd fingerfucking of her hotly clinging little rectum.  Her
own finger fucked more deeply into his straining back hole, jamming it up
to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure
jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen
that was about to spew out the gaping head of his painfully burgeoning
cock.

   "Aaaaaahhhhhh!  Oooooohhhhhh!  Aaaaaauuuurrrggghhh!" Liz chanted, her
lovely slightly freckled face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of
coming orgasm.

   Kevin Rouelle grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the
head of his hard-lusting cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the
walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around
the hot, heavily fisting head of his blood-filled organ.  "God, ooohhhhhh!
I'm ...  I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched
gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up
behind his laboring back.  At the same time she pressed her fingers
fiercely into his rear passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against
his warmly sucking lips.  Her body arched, and she held tight to him, not
moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm
that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.

   "Oh, God ...  oh!  Oooooohhh," Kevin's voice uttered in a sharp
masculine echo of her own orgasmic cries.  "Cccuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!"

   He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky
sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began
spewing in hot thin streams into her spasmodically sucking cunt.  He rocked
above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading auburn hair, and
squeezed the other against her desperately flexing asscheeks, withdrawing
his finger from her invaded rear asshole with a final, obscene little
farting noise.  Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock
deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every
last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ.  Then
there was a deep silence.

   The couple, mother and son, lay breathing heavily beside one another,
their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final
embrace.  Liz gradually opened her emerald green eyes and looked toward
Kevin.  His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of
complete satiation.  The sounds of traffic, unnoticed before, suddenly
sounded clear and bell-like through the window.  Kevin felt his mother
stiffen as though she were having second thoughts.  "What's the matter,
Ma?" his voice suddenly broke through her thoughts.  "Do you feel guilty
now that all the fun is over?"

   Liz sat up rigidly in the bed.  "Don't," she ordered vaguely.  "I'm ...
I'm going to have to do a lot of thinking."

   She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug.
She couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical after what he had
done just now to his own mother, but she vowed to herself that she would
try not to show any signs of remorse for him to gloat over.  She was, for
the first time in his life, suspicious of this man who was her son. 
Perhaps it was because she had always thought of him as her son and not as
a man standing on his own feet and having his own separate life.  She had
raised him in a way which he had clearly betrayed.  She pulled the soft
flimsy nylon up over her smoothly tapering legs and stretched the elastic
waistband so it fit neatly over her small trim waist, then turned to Kevin
again.

   "It must be about lunch time.  Perhaps we ought to eat before there are
any further complications." She continued to dress.

   Kevin yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed,
propping his young twenty year old head on the pillow behind.  He did not
seem about to get dressed.  Well, Liz thought, she would close the door on
the room when she left just in case Tom came home.  Regardless of what Tom
had done himself, Liz didn't feel up to facing a complicated situation
right away.  As it was, a cold shiver of personal revulsion raced down the
length of her spine when she remembered that she had permitted Kevin to
make love to her and that she had actually enjoyed it.  Slipping finally
into her dress, she turned from the bed and walked to the door leading out
of the bedroom while still struggling to zipper herself up the back.


                                  Chapter 5

   Between her encounter with her son and the following Saturday, Liz
earnestly tried to interest Tom in coming home early from work, from
dropping his poker game on Thursday night as well as avoiding the
outof-town conference on the weekend.  She tried to make her entreaties
sound sexy, but Liz was sadly ignorant of exactly how to do that sort of
thing.  It might have been wiser to make a direct approach, to tell her
husband exactly what she had in mind, which was, in fact, to experiment
with her new sexual expertise.  But how do you tell your husband that
suddenly you have awakened to his way of life without explaining how this
miracle so suddenly occurred?  Liz Rouelle was so afraid that she would be
backed into a corner with unanswerable questions by her husband, that she
was too timid to even get answers out of him when she spoke, never mind win
his interest.

   Her failure with her husband was not particularly good for Liz's
self-confidence or her self-assurance.  Had what she done been the end of
everything?  Was she so evil that the very forces of the universe itself
had turned against her, estranging her for all time from her husband?  She
was certainly having a lot of trouble getting his attention, never mind
holding it.  Perhaps after all, she needed time to think and sort the
disorder of facts and feelings floating around now in her brain.  She began
looking forward to his weekend absence.  The emptiness of the house would
give her opportunity to really think things through without the
interruption of any little chores.

   And Saturday began that way.  There was an air of contentment in the
empty house that had not been there for a long time.  She actually felt
light hearted, and instead of sitting down and thinking things through the
way she had planned, she decided that as long as she felt so good, she
might as well do the things she felt like doing and save the thinking for
later.  She did a little reading in the morning, and in the late morning
took a drive to the beach, rolling lazily along the shore road and stopping
for a hot dog for lunch.  She found herself interested in the people she
saw as well as in what they were doing.  Ordinarily she paid no attention
to that sort of thing, always having been more or less wrapped up in
whatever she herself was doing or thinking.  It was very strange for her to
find herself so objective.

   On the way home, the question occurred to her whether her sexual
satisfaction could have anything to do with the clear headedness of the
day. But, no, it had been several days since her affair with her son.  It
couldn't be that.  Or could it?

   It seemed as though she had no sooner got in the door and was thinking
of mixing herself some kind of drink when the telephone rang.

   "Hi, Ma," her son said at the other end of the line.

   "Hi," she answered carefully.  "How is the new place working out?"

   "It's really great.  We're having a party to celebrate moving in
tonight. Hope you're planning to come."

   "Party?  Well, I don't think so.  Your father is away at a conference
..." "Oh, Ma, come off it.  You know better than that," Kevin said softly.
"My father is going to be right here.  I'm the one who is supposed to be
out of town, but I just planned that excuse."

   "Planned an excuse?  Oh, Kevin," his mother scolded.  "Is that any way
to treat your wife!" She was, of course, thinking of the way Tom treated
her.

   "I just wanted to see if Pa showed up in my place," Kevin said lightly
and bluntly.  "I'm sure he will, and I was hoping you'd invite me home for
dinner and a drink so that we could come to the party a little later
ourselves and see what we run into."

   "Well, you're always welcome here for dinner and a drink," his mother
told him automatically, before thinking that things were not quite the same
as they used to be.  He was still her son, but he was something else, too,
now.  He was a kind of danger among other things.

   "Thanks, Ma," he said quickly, before she could hedge.  "I'll be over by
six, is that okay?" He spoke forcefully, even with his question, so that
she could do nothing other than agree.  "Well, I ...  uh ...  okay, but
..."

   He had hung up.

   Liz didn't really mean to go to any trouble.  Yet she made a curried
beef dinner that took her two hours to prepare.  It would have been so
simple to just throw on a couple of steaks, yet she was in the mood, she
told herself, to do something special, something Kevin really liked.  After
all, he had showed her something she had not known about life before, the
pleasure and satisfaction possible for her own body.  How she wished that
Tom would try to make love to her again so she could show him how she had
changed.  Well, it would happen in time.  She was sure of that.  Meanwhile,
she had to be wary of her son but not ungrateful to him.  So she made a
lovely dinner, and after laying out the table and putting the curried beef
on to simmer, she took a fast hot shower and chose her dress for the
evening.  It was almost six by the time she was dressing.  The beef had
been simmering a half hour, she figured to herself.  That meant dinner
about seven, which left an hour for cocktails.  Well, this was going to be
quite an evening.  But why was she dressing up?  She did not really intend
to go to the party.  Still, she was in such a good mood, and she had made
such a beautiful dinner, that she might as well complete the evening by
dressing.  If Kevin had changed his mind about going home for his party,
then he would be dressed, too.

   She pulled on the white sleeveless form-fitting sheath that she had
chosen for the evening and quickly surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror.
It was too bad Tom could not see her, she decided.  She had never looked
more beautiful.  She felt it.  She felt both beautiful in a modest way and
desirable in a not so modest way.  She laughed for her own ears aloud.  Her
voice tinkled like a delicate bell.  Goodness!

   Her trim smoothly tapering legs flowed down from lushly curving hips as
she turned in the mirror.  She admired her firm uplifting tits that stood
out just perfectly beneath the tightly pressing white material.  She got
her brush from the dresser and began brushing his rich auburn hair in the
mirror.  How beautifully it shone with its red highlights against the pure
white of the dress.  Good God, she suddenly thought.  What was the matter
with her all of a sudden?  But she had no time to worry about it.  Before
she had time to slip into her shoes, the front door opened and she heard
her son the length of the hall.

   "Hi, Ma!" he called.  "You getting dressed?"

   She picked up her shoes and carried them with her out of the bedroom
toward the front of the house.

   "Yes, I'm getting dressed, but only for dinner," she told him.

   "Aren't you coming to the party?" he asked dumbfounded, or so it seemed.

   "No, I ..." she started to say, and then she stopped.  She couldn't
remember what she had told him about that.  She thought she had refused,
but she had done so much talking to herself since he called, that she
wasn't sure what she had told him and what she had simply mused on.

   "Why not?" he asked innocently.

   "Kevin, if your father is there," she said, surprising herself by how
unfalteringly she was able to speak of such matters, "I don't care to
surprise him.

   "Ma, the lights will be almost non-existent.  We have a colored strobe,
and you'll be able to see in about a three foot radius, period.  Don't
worry.  I dare say Natalie will keep him so busy that neither one of us
will be the least bit noticeable.  You know," he took her face in his
hands. "It's my house and my friends, and I don't expect Natalie will know
I'm anywhere around."

   "Well," she sighed uncertainly, pulling away out of danger, "let's worry
about that later.  What would like for a cocktail?"

   Liz Rouelle might have known from her moment of uncertainty that she was
placing herself squarely in the hands and plans of her son and would be at
that party.  For one thing, Kevin made her too many martinis, and they
drank for two hours instead of one while Liz told him about her drive to
the beach, and she learned in her turn about many of the beach parties and
dances and so forth that her son had attended for the past five years and
about which he had never told her before.  It was odd that he had never
mentioned any of it around her, but their relationship had changed within
the last week in more ways than one.  They were more companionable as
equals.  And, she recognized suddenly, she was no longer in a superior,
teaching, patronizing position.  He had taught her something and had taken
a leadership role with his mother.

   They arrived late enough so that they could hear loud music and laughter
coming from the hallway upstairs while they were entering the front of the
building downstairs.

   "Won't someone complain?" she asked naturally.  "I mean, that very
likely is your party!" She had taken one too many martinis.

   "That is our party," he agreed.  "We've invited everyone in the
building, so there is no one left to complain." He had taken one too many
martinis, too, she suspected with a smile.

   "It sounds like everyone's having a good time," she noted congenially.
"Excellent.  They all sound too drunk to notice us at all!" he said.  Liz
couldn't tell whether he was trying to assure her that they would get in
unnoticed, although she cared about that much less now than she had, or
whether he was disappointed that he was financing a party no one would even
notice he was attending!

   The party, they found, had spilled out into the hallway, in fact.  The
door was open, and the apartment was so dark inside that it was probable,
Liz thought, finding her observations remarkable, that people stepped out
in the hall in order to see each other.  She made a hurried survey of the
group outside the apartment, to see if Tom were among them.  Yet, so what
if he saw her?  What was the reason she didn't want to catch him doing
anything wrong?  She could no longer recall.  It had something to do with
not wanting to make him feel guilty, but she could not for her life
remember why that was so important.  She would think about it tomorrow
afternoon.  Tomorrow morning, she knew, would be consumed by ridding
herself of her hangover.

   "Let me peek inside, Ma," Kevin suggested.

   "No, I'll go in with you," she said boldly.  "What difference does it
make?" He either refrained from reminding her that it was she who had been
skeptical about running into her husband or he had forgotten all about her
reticence.  He took her gently by the elbow, steered her by the doorway
crowd, greeting everyone briefly, those who greeted him first, and into the
dark room where the colored lights of the hired strobe glittered colorfully
around and around the walls and barely recognizable faces of his guests. 
Liz did not see Tom at all, but she was surprised to see so many people in
the one room.  A few couples were dancing in the middle, but almost
everyone else was sitting and standing around and ...  and there was a good
deal of petting going on.

   "Where did you get all the sofas and overstuffed chairs, Kevin?" she
asked surprised, just before he left her to get her another drink.

   "All borrowed, Ma.  Can I trust you to sit here and be good while I get
you a drink?" "Oh, silly," she giggled.  He was treating her just like a
school girl.  She was beginning to feel more like his younger sister than
his mother, but then, she had felt that way even before dinner tonight.  It
was so very pleasant.  She couldn't remember when she had last felt so
lighthearted and pleasant.  She sat on one of the sofas, and he left.

   It didn't take him long to get the drinks, and he looked a little
serious when he returned.

   "Don't look now," he whispered as he sat down, very close to her as
though it was important that his voice be as still as possible.  She was
already light headed from her martinis before leaving the house.  He had
just handed her another.  She heard an ominous tone in his whisper, and she
felt a small knot of fear growing in her stomach.  She was remembering
vaguely, something about guilt driving a person away and that had to do
with her husband, and now there was something in Kevin's tone that told her
before his words did that he had seen Tom.  Trying not to raise her chin,
Liz looked from the top of her eyes around the crowded room for a sign of
her husband, but most of the corners and the faces were so in the dark that
it would be impossible to find him, she decided, unless he fell over them
here on the couch, God forbid!  She watched her son raise his glass to his
lips and take a deep swallow as though he were nervous.  She did the same,
trying to look in the same direction his glance took, but she saw nothing.

   "Don't look at what?" she ventured in a whisper somewhat louder than his
had been.  She took another generous gulp of martini.  "Go easy, Ma," he
cautioned her with a chuckle.  "You'll have me running constant waiter for
you, refilling your glass."

   "Oh, no," she said.  "I'm not going to drink a lot.  I know better than
that.  What did you see?" she insisted.  "Tom?" Then she seemed to forget
her question as she leaned back and rested against Kevin's arm, feeling
more relaxed and slightly lightheaded.  She was feeling the loveliest glow!
A new giddiness was pervading her body somehow, and she sipped heavily
again as she felt her son's arm wrap gently around her shoulder.  She kept
thinking that she ought not to let him do that in public, but her thought
seemed incapable of translating itself into any kind of palpable objection.
She seemed completely unable to say anything or to even pull away.

   "I think I saw Tom," he whispered then, and that gave her the energy she
needed to move.

   "Kevin, I don't think we ought to behave so cozily," she said, trying to
scold good-naturedly and pushing his arm off her shoulder with a gentle
movement of her hand.

   "We don't want to look conspicuous," he explained.  "If we sit here like
two watchbirds studying the room and everyone in it, somebody is going to
suspect something, and Tom and Natalie's attention could be brought to us."
"I suppose," she agreed.  It did make sense.  She relaxed again and was
glad she had found an excuse to do so with a clear conscience.

   Liz Rouelle strained again to see if she could find her husband in any
of the groups of three or four people talking on the open space of floor in
front of them.  It was the best lit area, and she noticed that she and her
son were more or less protected by shadow.  She began to feel
uncomfortable, though, as once in awhile someone would look their way.  Her
son was pressing insistently close to her, and she wondered if anyone knew
their relationship and what they would think if they did.  "We can't see
anything from here," Liz said nervously.

   "You stay right here.  I have an idea," Kevin said suddenly, and he got
up briskly.

   Before his mother could utter a single protest about being left alone,
he had disappeared out of the room.  The groups of people standing around
in front of her were breaking off into couples, she noticed, and some of
them went into the interior of the apartment while others began dancing
closely to the slow insistent beat of soft music coming from the stereo
set. There was something openly provocative about how the dancers thrust
their bodies up against one another in a kind of grinding movement that
matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified music.  It was as though the
dim colored lights in the room had given them new identities and they were
free to do what they pleased in the shadows.  Through the hallucinatory
flicker of the strobe light, Liz made out the embracing forms of one couple
who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other.  The man ran his
hands over the woman's full sensuous tits, and the woman wrapped her hands
around the man's asscheeks, pulling his groin to hers as though they were
in a standing copulation position.  Good God, the two of them were actually
dry humping right out in the open where everyone could see!  But Liz
doubted whether the others paid the least attention.  They were too much a
part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm of
their own bodies.

   "Isn't it interesting?" Kevin asked with a kind of animal purr in his
voice when he sat down again beside her, another martini for her.  He took
her emptied glass from her hand and gave her the fresh one.

   "I ...  I didn't even know you'd come back," she stammered and
automatically took the drink from him.

   "Oh, you were preoccupied with not missing anything," he laughed,
gesturing his head toward the couple she had been watching.  "But see
there. That couple you can barely see over there should be of interest. 
The blond hair is clear."

   The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe made it
almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of the two
bodies he was indicating, but they too were thrusting back and forth
against one another in time to the music.  But eventually, as though she
were putting together a puzzle, Liz focused with some clarity on the man's
body.  His clothing was too usual for its familiarity to mean anything, but
she was soon certain that it was indeed Tom's body.  It was Tom's mouth
pressing against the blond woman's lips.  After all her years of marriage,
she would recognize him in the dimmest corner.

   Kevin sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as
she sat up and leaned forward on the couch.  Her response had been
automatic, however, and she made no move to resist Kevin's cautionary
gesture.  Furthermore, she found that the shock of suddenly recognizing her
husband's form made her legs feel strangely watery, as though if she tried
to stand she would collapse.  She had not expected to feel that way.  Then
she felt the softness of her titties crushed tightly against Kevin's chest
and she pulled back.

   She recklessly gulped down her drink although she knew she was several
martinis over her limit now.  She sat for a moment in stunned silence as
Tom and the other woman continued dancing to a low primitively sensual
voice on the stereo.  The arms of the couple were hooked around each
other's backs, their groins locked in an obscenely gyrating embrace.  Wild
thoughts of abruptly denouncing Tom in front of everyone raced through
Liz's mind, but she knew she had decided against such a course of action in
more thoughtful moments.  Yet something was happening to her that she
didn't understand.  She was feeling a totally foreign recklessness.  What
would he do next, she wondered!  She didn't just wonder, either.  She was
positively famished to know!

   Then, dumbbell that she was, it hit her like a bolt of lightning that
the little blond he was dancing so obscenely with was, of course, Natalie!
Her large, full upswinging tits were barely reaching to the base of his
chest, and the long swathe of bleached blond hair that hung down her back
obviously belonged to her daughter-in-law.  Now, did she have to ask what
was going to happen next?

   "That's Natalie, all right," Kevin sighed as though reading his mother's
thoughts.

   Liz had been so involved in watching Tom and Natalie that she had not
noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a
similar performance.  Everyone seemed to be getting to that sooner or
later, she thought wryly.  She felt Kevin's arm nudge her softly in the
side, however.

   "Looks like the exhibitionists are taking over," he said with a mock
innocence that was almost funny to her reeling, changing mind.

   Liz sipped from her new martini and peered through the darkness at the
figures of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a
neighboring couch.  The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the
man's groin.  She had pulled the front of her dress right down to her
waist, and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread and openly exposed
loins.  Suddenly, the man reached toward the girl's frilly blouse and
pulled it completely open.  The young woman was wearing no brassiere, and
her naked tits popped out, quivering slightly, and the room seemed silent.
A new record began playing on the stereo.  It sounded strangely unfamiliar
in style to Liz, exotic, and its rhythms matched the lewd uninhibited
movements of the lovers who had slipped to the couch.  "This is the second
stage of the party," Kevin said almost inaudibly.  "After this comes stage
three when everyone disappears into the bedrooms and down the hall into a
friend's apartment or just curl up on the couches right here."

   Liz nodded paralyzed, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going
on in front of her.  She could see the details of the two bodies that were
now half naked, with disturbing clarity.  The girl was lying spread-eagled
in the center of the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a
cushion, her face contorted with ecstasy.  The man pulled his pants
partially down his thighs and kneeled between her naked widely spread legs,
running his lips up and down her body.  He sucked her heaving tits into
softly quivering hardness and then traced a path down to the flat plane of
her spasmodically jerking stomach and inner thighs.  The girl writhed
beneath his steadily flicking caresses like a woman possessed.  Her hands
tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to the lightly trembling flesh of her
belly.

   Kevin lit a cigarette, although he didn't often smoke, and handed it to
his mother.  In a mechanical response, she raised it to her lips and
continued watching the couple's strange performance, which had mesmerized
her into a mute acceptance of whatever might happen next.  No, she hadn't
wanted to come here, and it was against her best inclinations to stay any
longer, but she was compelled now to keep an eye on Tom, for some reason.
She dragged again on the cigarette that Kevin had given her.  It had an odd
sweet taste and it burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost soothed
her, adding to the general light-headed feeling that she had felt come and
go all evening.

   "What in the world is this I'm smoking, Kevin?" she whispered.

   "Hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone.

   "You're kidding," she exclaimed under her breath, and when he only
smiled, she was convinced that he was indeed kidding and paid it no more
attention.  Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room.
The woman was beautiful and had red hair, redder than her own, she thought
as she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch.  It was odd, but she
found herself almost identifying with the prone figure whose mouth hung
open wide in ecstatic rapture as the man continued licking and teasing at
her nakedly exposed white flesh and working her into a fever pitch of
excitement.  Perhaps it was all those martinis mingling with her own
repressed sexual desires that created the feeling of wicked participation
in the almost pagan ritual, but Liz let the speculation slip, from her mind
and continued to watch.

   The man placed himself in position over the young redhead's rapidly
rising and falling belly.  He was kneeling now between her widely spread
thighs, his hands moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin, his
fingers splaying out the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips.  Then he
bobbed his head as he slowly parted the soft curl-fringed opening to expose
the wetly glistening slit of the woman's hungering cunt.  His head pushed
in closer between the trembling outstretched legs, his wet tongue snaking
out to flick teasingly at the warmly quivering center of raw nerves at the
top of the slit.  A low animal moan mewled out from the woman's lips and
she arched her writhing groin up more tightly against the man's dipping
head, her hips beginning a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the
fucking of his wetly slavering tongue.  The groans erupted again and again
in soft sputtering sounds from her chest, and her upper torso shimmied like
a belly dancer's squirming in an audible swish as her wildly writhing
shoulders pushed back onto the spongy cushions of the couch.

   Liz Rouelle's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting
lustfully beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins.  She
drew in on the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand into a
flowering prism of lewd sensation that spread out from the top of her head,
tingling in tiny electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine.  Her own
torso began swaying to the low reedlike music, and the rhythmic movements
of the man and woman on the couch, her warmly palpitating cuntal lips
pressing through the sheer tight-fitting material of her dress into the
soft cushion that cupped her loins.  A dim awareness of why she had come
here and what she didn't want to do floated through her consciousness.  It
had something to do with her husband.  He was here with Natalie, who was
... who was ...  Well she had seen them dancing, and she had seen them dry
fucking, but all that could wait.  She would take care of everything, but
not right now.  Oh, God!  What was happening to her?

   Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Kevin's hand
circling down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly throbbing
nipples and touching them ever so slightly, then slowly spiraling back
again and tugging on their stiffening little tips, and she knew she should
resist, but she couldn't recall why!  They had made beautiful love
together. Why should she stop him now?  He continued his teasing and
massaging, and suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly
tingling belly until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic
band of her panties.  She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the
sensuously searching fingers with some vague idea that this was something
no one else should be allowed to see, but her hand didn't go where she had
directed it.  It fell with a feathery lightness on the edge of his hip,
then slid with a purpose of its own to his thigh where she could feel the
warmly throbbing head of his growing cock pressing against the material of
his slacks.

   "Oh, my God," she coughed and seized the blunt head of his veined prick,
veined so hard she could feel the ridges through his pants.  "We ...  we
can't, really, oh, Kevin.  We must not!"

   However, the reality of the action going on in front of her was now a
part of her own being.  The woman's wildly squirming body levered up
beneath the man's head that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to
climax.  Suddenly, another figure moved into the arc of light centering on
the two figures splayed out across the couch.  Liz's eyes squinted and she
jerked back in a new jolt of astonishment.  Another man stood before the
couch, completely naked, his enormous lewd pole of a bloated cock jutting
out from his groin like a giant inflamed spike.  A low uneasy stirring in
the hushed room accompanied the appearance of the new participant as he
pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy blood-engorged
instrument and began jerking himself into further hardness.  From where Liz
was sitting, it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous
organ, but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in
the man's hand that continued pummeling the lewd shaft into complete
erection.  The woman leaned her head back, catching sight of the man
costumed only in his naked skin, and she opened her mouth, running her
tongue salaciously across the edges of her gaping lips.

   The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward
the widely stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an
obscenely sucking fish.  Liz held her breath.  She was certain the girl
would choke from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her
mouth, the thick turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a heavily
clenched fist.  But she didn't.  She moved her head and sucked hungrily as
though she had waited all eternity for the moment.  Meanwhile, the other
hunched figure increased the rapidly licking ministrations of the girl's
loins, worming his tongue snake-like in through her cuntal walls, then
slithering it out of the moistly glistening crack and running his tongue up
the exposed outer flanges of her pussy.  One of the girl's hands rested on
the man's head while he fucked into her groin, and the other cradled the
semen-bloated testicles beneath the tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering
hotly into her mouth from above.

   Oh, God!  The girl was getting it at both sides; she was taking on both
of them at once!  Liz had never seen or heard about things like this.  Yes,
she had read about orgies, but for her they had been something out of a
fairytale world she had never thought of in any kind of real terms.  She
had not thought of them as full of real, hotly panting bodies in the actual
flesh, who suffered real passion and sucked at one another's genitals as
the three of these strangers were doing now!  Suddenly the truth of the
stories she had heard came to her detached consciousness with astounding
insight.  This was a pagan ritual that was still being enacted and repeated
inside a history of which she was a moving part.  Her hands gripped at
Kevin's rapidly enlarging cock through the rough material of his pants
while her own son thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tightly fitting
sheath, coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that
puckered in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing cuntal lips!
And she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the catapulting of
her emotions as he touched her, and she watched the woman with the red hair
succumb to the depraved sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that was
rampantly slicing through her lips.

   Every once in awhile, Tom Rouelle lifted his head to the spectacle,
enjoying the interplay of his own toying manipulations of Natalie's large
smoothly uplifting titties and the wild action going on a few feet away
from him.  Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck.  There really had
been a convention which he could skip, and now Natalie was purring
kittenishly and rubbing her pussy against his crotch as though she wanted
to fuck him right here in front of everybody.  He wasn't quite ready for
that, but the new sense of freedom that Natalie and especially this party
brought into his life made him aware of all sorts of possibilities.  He
looked down at the squirming redheaded woman being worked over by the two
men and felt his already overheated cock jerk out into greater blood-filled
hardness.  He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks and bulge its
steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little slit.  She was a
pretty thing, this little Natalie, and she had sucked and fucked him
royally when he had helped her that day put the apartment together.  In a
few minutes, he would be returning the compliment by screwing her right in
the same mattress but a little flatter and roomier, he suspected.

   "Look," Natalie's voice spoke softly, and she clamped her fingers around
his hard erect prick.  "She's really going crazy.  God, Tom, I'd love to
have two men come on me that way!"

   It was true about the woman, and Tom laughed, but uneasily.  The girl's
face on the couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovaling
lips clasping and unclasping over his long blood-thick pole.  The man
grunted, his eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down
the redheaded woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who
continued the ravishment of her loins.

   Natalie Rouelle's hands moved with greater insistence over her
father-in-law's erect blood-swollen cock, unzipping his fly so that she
could feel it through his cotton shorts.

   "God, you feel big, big boy!" she whispered with a chuckle and pulled
her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their
underwear prevented complete access to each other.  "Later, I want you to
put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my demanding
cunt at the same time just like that one's licking her!" Tom gasped and
pulled open Natalie's robe-like dress so that her tits faced him in the dim
light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes: He leaned down and sucked
one, dimly aware that there were others in the room who might be watching.
But a quick look around the room assured him that they were as involved in
gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio on the couch, and hell,
he thought, if they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole
thing.  He was quite sure that each woman he saw around was kissing some
man not her husband.  He saw a woman from time to time that later on he
thought he might get to.  Natalie had mentioned something about two guys,
and the thought of two women, one that he could fingerfuck or suck while he
fucked his cock hotly into another defenseless grasping cunt sent his mind
into a crazy tailspin.

   The three on the couch in front of him were now building toward
simultaneous orgasm.  The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly
writhing crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long
impaling lewd hardness into the hot recesses of her silky, thirsty cunt,
while the crouched man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as
though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.  His long fingers
were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance
up and down over the end of his smoothly fucking prick as though it were
another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like
lust.

   Tom felt his own heavily pulsing prick leap up into his
daughter-in-law's hand in an obscene sympathetic response.  She squeezed
gently through his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of
his blood-engorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest.  In
turn, he wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties
and quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris,
swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan from
her chest.  Natalie jerked back a halfstep, her eyes gaping toward the
couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous blood-filled cock
lurch convulsively in his pelvis, his mouth opening wide in an uncontrolled
groan of climax as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of the
redheaded girl's warmly sucking mouth.

   Meanwhile, the man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands
around the girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting
hands, his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing
groin.  The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, the
double impalement driving her to electrically charged gurglings of ecstasy.
She was a depraved picture of insane animal lust.  Her head sucked hungrily
up the huge disengorging cock and her long red hair splayed out in abandon
across her round quivering tits as the man skewering into her cunt met her
orgasm with a crushing jerk of his asscheeks, exploding into her moistly
clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crack between
her legs.

   Then Tom found himself being guided through near darkness by Natalie's
hand on his arm.  The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor
while she led him toward the back rooms of the apartment.  His mind was a
blur of confused thoughts.  Yes, he wanted to fuck Natalie again, just like
that woman had been screwed a few minutes earlier on the coach, yet he
sensed something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was
pulling at him.

   They stopped in front of a door and she produced a key.

   "I wanted to be sure we had a place," she told him, "so I locked our
bedroom."

   Tom looked down at the blond girl, her face appearing innocent in the
erratic light coming from the living room.  His lovely little
daughterin-law nudged her soft plaint body closer to him, easing her small
hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath
his form-fitting jockey shorts.  Her searching grasp found the erect
throbbing head of his blood-inflated cock immediately, and she squeezed his
warmly pulsing hardness, jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she
could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand.  He
bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips
brushingly across hers, and he fucked his tongue with an animal
assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.  "Come on," she
spoke softly as the door opened.

   "You're an anxious little thing," Tom breathed into her ear.  "What's
your hurry?  Are you afraid that Kevin will come home early and catch us?"

   "Hah!" she laughed.  "Don't be ridiculous," she quipped and turned into
the room.  Exactly what was ridiculous about the possibility of Kevin's
catching them, he couldn't imagine, but Tom had begun to put two and two
together.  He doubted very much that Kevin or Natalie cared about the
other's transgressions.  Natalie very likely knew that Kevin was shacked up
with another woman at this very moment.  She probably even knew who she
was! Maybe Kevin knew who Natalie was going to fuck!  But that was the
style nowadays, and it had always been Tom's style when he could find
anyone with whom to indulge.  He was glad to think Kevin hadn't been
completely spoiled by his mother.

   Natalie walked into the room ahead of him, closing the door before
flicking on a light.  She turned the key in the lock again and then sat on
the bed.  Pointing to a bottle on the dresser, she asked Tom if he would
like some sherry.  They had been drinking old fashions all night.

   Tom poured them each a glass of cream sherry before he ever saw that a
huge mirror had been put up on the wall next to the bed.  As he approached
his pretty little daughterin-law, she watched for a moment, and then in a
gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, she opened her robe-like
dress, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body.  He
swallowed hard, handing her one of the glasses, and he sat down at the edge
of the bed beside her.

   "Aaawww, take your pants off," she purred and slid over closer to him.
"I want to suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."

   Natalie placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Tom stood up,
permitting her to work his slacks down his asscheeks to his knees.  He did
the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the
floor.  As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and
then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades.
Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic
hair of his groin; then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their
smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees.  Clasping his body this
way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down
over the upper part of his asscheeks and stroking the inflamed bud of her
clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.

   "Aaaahhhh," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his
stiffened fleshy rod in her hand.  "I never thought it could feel good this
way!"

   Tom Rouelle looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position
in which she was embracing him.  She had hooked her legs around his waist
like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking while she
continued massaging and jerking at his blood-engorged cock and fondling the
velvety sac of his balls in her hands.  The surging of lewdly ensnarling
bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her tits crushed
against his back while her rapidly pumping hand increased its milking clasp
over the hard-veined shaft of his lewd cock, sent a shudder of pleasure
rippling through his tensed body.  He had to get that cock of his into her
desirous mouth and it better be quick!  He wanted to see her sucking at it,
wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as he had seen the
woman in the living room devouring that other man's hard rod.  Only Tom
would reserve his hot spurts of creamy cum for the warm silky confines of
her tight sweet cunt.  He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense
momentarily.  Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck, and he drew
his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her
onto the mattress beside him.  "The light.  Put out the light," Natalie
cried out between lusty gasps for breath.  "If I'm going to suck you off
right, I have to have atmosphere."

   Tom jumped up, knocking one of the sherry glasses over on the floor, and
switched off the overhead light.  Then returning, he lay down, leaning back
on the bed, feeling her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly
until her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery red head of his cock.  Slowly
she began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument.  God
Almighty, he thought, when had he ever known such ecstasy?  He sure as hell
had a lucky son.  Imagine coming home to this after work every night! 
Idly, even though it was silly, he dreamed of asking his son if he wouldn't
like to swap houses!


                                  Chapter 6

   By the time they started to move toward the hallway, Liz was in a
frenzied pitch of uncontrollable excitement.  The mixture of hashish and
martinis had contributed to a generally dazed state of confusion that
defined the handsome young man with her as her date, her lover, her son no
more!  She had let his hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and
pulled on his hardened prick until they were both in a state of dangerous
arousal.  It had been all she could do to keep him from stripping her right
in the living room and forcing his ready cock into her moistly churning
pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will power that had
prohibited her from succumbing in public.

   But now she was feeling an audaciousness that she had sensed surfacing
only slightly a few hours before.  She was certainly no longer the same
woman since her son got married.  Her change had been a matter of personal
defense, she told herself with a drunken little pout.  They were walking
down the hallway, and she knew with a certainty that was beyond question
that she was being led to the very room where Tom had gone with Natalie. 
Well, so be it!  she decided.  In fact, had she been asked, that is the
very room she would choose.

   For a moment she threatened to lose her balance until Kevin's hands
groped to her shoulders and quickly pulled her to him.  His lips flattened
against hers, and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, darting through
the warmly clasping walls as she sucked hungrily on it.  He pulled away and
began moving his hands over her tits, kneading the soft firm flesh and
pressing the tips against his chest.

   "God, Ma, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.  "I want to
fuck you, too, dear," she panted, pressing her belly against the slight
jerk of his lust-solid rigidity there where his loins rubbed into the
softness of her stomach.

   "This is my bedroom.  I have a key.  It's locked," he whispered in
gasps, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.

   By now they both understood who else was in that room, and they knew the
knowledge was mutual between them.  But Kevin stepped backwards and opened
the door softly so as not to disturb the room's inhabitants.  Liz slipped
quickly in behind her son.  There was very little illumination at all, but
still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and
stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall.  She stood
alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door
softly clicked.  God, it was dark, she thought.  Even after her eyes had
adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead.
And it was so quiet, almost totally silent.  Perhaps no one was here after
all, she thought.

   "Uuuuuuhhhhhh."

   A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as
either Tom's or Natalie's wafted through the silence of the room.  There
was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to
resume whatever they had been doing before the interruption.  Liz now
realized for the first time that her husband and daughter-in-law were
actually there, and she thought she would faint, but she didn't.  It was
all true!  She had gone through the last incredible week as though her
husband was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed it was a
practice with him, not deep inside.  A slight wet sucking sound mocked that
naivete, and she believed it now.  Apparently, they had stopped when the
door opened, just to make sure there was no threat from the visitors.

   "That's right.  Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. 
"Ooooooohhhhhh, yeeeessssss, my ass, too!  I'll kneel up further."

   The voice was Tom's.

   Kevin moved closer and Liz gradually made out the outline of his form
standing next to her in the darkness.  He reached down the back of her
dress and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft
silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving asscheeks, squeezing
the sides of the now slightly sweating crack together with his clenching
fingers.  Oh, God, she thought.  Natalie must be running her tongue all
over Tom's body, even the backside!  Would Kevin expect her to do the same
thing to him?  She just couldn't!  She wouldn't!  It was filthy!  She found
herself wishing she hadn't come, and she considered running away for a
minute.

   But before she could move, Kevin turned and faced her directly, trapping
her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from
behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from her neck to her hips.
She could feel his blood-veined cock, already long and hard from the
petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully
trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly
to the floor.  He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere,
rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped
into erection from the cool rush of air over them.  Then she could hear him
struggling rapidly from his clothing, and she had to smile at her son's
obvious impatience to get at her.

   "Listen, Ma, I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered
hoarsely in a meaningful voice.

   One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded
asscheeks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed.  She
froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against
her calves for fear that Tom or Natalie would be there, and he moved up
close behind her, and they stood there for a long moment.  Her nakedly
exposed body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white
cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his
hotly bulging groin.  As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly in
her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising stiffness of
his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her own warmly
moistening genitals.

   Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been
before, when, considering entering this room, she considered the mental
picture of herself standing by the bed with her own son's long thick prick
wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked
by her son's wife only a few feet away from her.  She guessed she was going
to show Tom a form of adultery he had no way to commit!  The taste of
martini and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her bloodstream,
intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation around her, the soft fingers
of his hand tweaking painfully on her nipples and the lewd hardness of his
bloated cock pressing hotly against her moistly pulsating cuntal slit, and
an unexpected soft moan of submission escaped from her lips.  Out loud!

   She expected Tom to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at the
first sound of her voice, but nothing happened.  He was obviously too
preoccupied to recognize anyone at this point, but she would soon take care
of that.  She let Kevin turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto
the bed, sliding her body over toward the middle so that he could follow in
after her and she could be as close to Tom and Natalie as possible.  She
had just made out their silhouettes when the mattress jumped again as Kevin
sank down on the bed at her side, but she hardly noticed, she was so
overcome by the indecent erotic sensations when her shoulder pressed firmly
against her husband's shoulder!

   Yes, her body had come to rest practically plastered against his splayed
out form on the other side of the giant bed, and she was going to let her
own son fuck her silly while her own husband, his father, lay obliviously
beside her!  There wasn't enough light to make out their features but she
could see the outline of the obscene position he and Natalie had assumed.
To her surprise, Tom was actually face down on the mattress, his legs bent
as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Natalie kneeling in
behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his ass.  Oh, God, how
could she!  Liz recoiled in disgust.

   "Ummmm, Ma, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted
so intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Liz's eyes bulged as
she saw Natalie traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his thighs
with her wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the mattress.

   "Christ, now lick back up to my ass!"

   "How about if I stick my finger up your ass?" Natalie spoke for the
first time in a low teasing voice.

   "Goddamn it, yes!  Fuck me with your finger," Tom groaned and flopped
over on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them. 
"Hurry! And I'll fuck you again at the same time!"

   Liz's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched
Natalie's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's heaving
abdomen.  She could make out her daughter-in-law's form moving now with a
wet sluicing noise down over the long bulging outline of Tom's erect cock
standing straight up from his stomach, then Natalie's hands wedged beneath
his ass, and there was a small yelp of pain from Tom and the springs of the
overworked mattress protested.  Her daughter-in-law closed her widely
ovaled mouth down over his lust-hardened instrument all the way until all
she could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his prick protruding wet
and glistening from the tight moist lips around it.  She wanted to scream
and reach out and tear them apart, but the tightness of Kevin's hand on her
titty and the lewdly tingling pleasure building strangely in her groin at
the sight wouldn't permit it.  Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and
watched helplessly as Natalie began a slow grinding up and down movement
with her ass rising in the air above Tom until just the tip of his
rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth
flesh.

   Then, with a strange grunt each time she made the movement, she bobbed
her head heavily back down, impaling her face completely with each long
smooth fucking stroke.  Kevin, on the other side of Liz, breathed deeply
and harshly kneaded her tit while he peered at the weird copulation of
their two spouses unconsciously giving the taut hardness of her erect
nipple a small vicious tug.

   "Oh, baby, your finger," Tom groaned suddenly above the wet sucking
noises of intercourse.  "I love it!  I love it!"

   "I'll try using two now, Tom," Natalie whimpered as she inserted a
second finger in the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in
a little squeal as though she were nearly out of her mind with the
excitement of her entrance into his ass and the ever increasing violence
with which he flicked his hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument
into her mouth.

   But Liz had no time to consider the situation of her bedneighbors
further.  Kevin pressed his soft lips down over hers, and she immediately
felt the hard rigid pressure of his pink tongue spear up into her mouth in
his quest for a warmer wetter contact with her naked body.  His hands began
rummaging over her and he ran them between the soft firmness of her gently
quivering thighs that swayed open quickly to admit him to the very core of
her being.  She could feel the warm center of her cunt convulsing almost
immediately in passionate answer to his harshly kneading touch.

   "Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggggg!  Aaaaaahhhh," she sighed up into his lips and
pushed her tongue up into his mouth, fucking in a circle deep around
inside.

   Kevin slithered on top of his mother's warm soft body like a protective
blanket.  She could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under
him and drew her parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of
her wet throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice.
The lewd hardness of his long fully erect cock slid over her thighs between
her splayed out legs, and he held it there for a long tortured moment and
started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last
second he stopped, as though he needed more to squeeze every perverse and
sadistic pleasure possible out of the fact that her husband, his own
father, was so close to their nakedly locked bodies.  Instead, his mouth
slid down over her gently rocking belly, biting her smooth delicate skin
with his teeth and sending ecstatic ripples of pleasure-pain all over her
stomach.  Liz looked down to see his face crouched on the same level with
the thin red folds of flesh that covered her splayed open cunt.  She saw
his fingers spreading the soft haircovered lips and she sucked in her
breath with a gasp as the cool air hit her there.  She could feel a slight
moisture forming and glistening on the insides of her thighs, and she
squirmed and a faint groan escaped from her open lips when he breathed hard
and blew softly into her.  "Oooooohhhhhh, God," she groaned, suddenly
forgetting her husband beside them.

   When her son lowered his head until he was just inches from her wetly
throbbing pussy, all thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded.
She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb expectantly, and her breath
stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop of seminal fluid trickled from
the round blunt head of his lust-engorged cock pressed against her leg,
running in a small trickling path down her thigh.  Then he leaned still
closer and opened the swollen fleshy lips around her clitoris, flicking out
his tongue suddenly and teasing it moistly against the hotly pulsing bud.
She shook convulsively and her hands darted forward and tangled in his
head, pulling his mouth to the moistly palpitating furrow up between her
open thighs.

   His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide
apart, and then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her hot clitoris, and
fucked it into the pink tingling opening of her pussy.  She was completely
lost in enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their farthest limits and
every muscle in her thighs jerked in time with his maddening assault
between her legs.  He fucked his tongue wetly again and again, fucking
deeper with each stroke, only to withdraw it slightly and then rim the
ragged pink edges on the outstroke, taunting and teasing her mercilessly.
"Ooooohhhh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without
thought.  "It's good, darling, it's good.  Let me do it to you.  I want to
do it to you!"

   "Oh, God, yes.  I'll put my cock in your mouth!" Liz Rouelle had
completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next to them on the
bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her attention.  Her husband must
have heard her voice, but apparently his lust-driven mind hadn't recognized
it as her own, because the wet sucking sounds of intercourse picked up
again and continued stronger than ever.  Natalie and Tom, excited by the
presence of the still unknown couple next to them were moaning and groaning
into each other's mouths while Natalie continued to grind her hips hungrily
up and down the warmly throbbing instrument standing straight up like a
quivering pole from Tom's stomach.  The rhythm of their movements caused
Tom's shoulder to rub methodically against Liz's, and when Natalie lowered
her young groin and sunk slightly forward her long blond hair brushed
occasionally over her mother-in-law's arm.

   But now the beautiful auburn haired innocent's attention returned to her
son as he turned his body around and kneeled over her face, putting them in
a sixty-nine position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements
over her moistly tingling pussy.  For a moment she felt herself hold back
in indecision as she had never done this to a man before and was unsure
what his blood-engorged cock would taste like inside her mouth.  How would
it feel?  Could she do it?  The red blunt head of his long fleshy
instrument pressed searchingly against her chin, and she opened her lips
quickly, mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening member slithered over her
teeth into the warm, wet moistness.  The thick spongy organ seemed to fill
the entire cavern of her mouth, and when he fucked it steadily deeper,
rubbing the gently throbbing member down the full length of her tongue and
imbedding it far down in her throat, she gasped for air to keep from
choking and closed her eyes to blot out the sight of his sperm-bloated
testicles swaying lewdly down against her nose.  They danced as he began to
undulate his pelvis, sliding the long thick cock in and out of her mouth,
never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch
inside the warmly sucking cavern.  She tightened her lips and swished her
tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding in and
out of her widely stretched lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing
tantalizingly against her cheeks sending waves of masochistic pleasure
through her.

   "Oh, God, Kevin," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion.  "It
tastes so good!  I love the taste of your hard cock!"

   "Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice
coarse and thick from lust.

   Her lips began to nibble at the slickly fucking instrument, and she
convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward, drawing
them wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing cockhead as he
pulled it out.  Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he
fucked forward and buried the rod deep again into her warmly welcoming
throat.  It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of
lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Kevin's lustengorged cock into the
warm heated depths of her mouth.  His breath became shorter, and she could
feel his hips writhing and straining above her face as though he were in
the last spasmodic throes of death.

   As he moved his hands back to her thighs below his working tongue still
sunk deep in her pussy, she murmured with pleasure.  God, she thought, she
had never thought such things as this were possible.  He was flicking his
tongue up and down her moistly glistening crack while she continued to puff
out her cheeks over the smoothly bulging length of his cock, and she was
actually enjoying it!  He pulled the soft, hairfringed crack of her crotch
wider apart with his hands.  Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue
to her small tightly puckered asshole, thrusting the tip hard against it
until it entered just a hair.  "Oh, good God, Kevin!  Yes, do that!" she
mumbled around the fullness of his cock in her mouth.

   Returning his mouth to her clitoris, he continued to lick and nibble at
it while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet,
wetting it with the lust juices streaming from her aching cunt and finally
probing his finger at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby prick.

   "Uuuuuuugggghhhh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly
into the soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.

   "I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his
blood-swollen cock from her mouth and swinging his ass back onto the bed
beside her, but leaving his fingers buried in her rectum.  "Oh, yes, Kevin,
fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her stomach so that
only his fingers were still thrust into the tight rubbery ring of her
asshole.  He paused at the smoothly curving arc of her ass cheeks, then
probed again with his fingers to make sure his entry into her would not be
too great a shock.  Then he lifted himself over her.  He pulled out his
fingers slowly, feeling the soft rubbery flesh clinging tightly to them and
then coursed his hands down her asscheeks, his thumbs pressing on either
side of the tight rear passage, stretching it wide.  Then she felt a
probing between the thumbs that felt different from the touch of his
fingers.  It was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard
unresisting bluntness.  "Oooooohhhh, Keeeevvvvvviiinnnnn," she moaned, her
body tingling all over in a mixture of fear and lewd expectancy.  His
blood-bloated cock lay for a moment pressing gently at the tight,
elastically flexing lips of her asshole as though teasing her with the idea
of the exotic fleshy intrusion.  Then she felt something give back there
between her widely spread asscheeks as he thrust harder, and she jerked
back, momentarily startled at the slight pain.  He pushed again and the
blunt invasion of his lewdly swollen cock vibrated through every fiber of
her being, popping up inside the tight, vainly resisting circle and pushing
the softly yielding flesh inside of her widely stretching asshole in great
waves of pain before it.  "Oooooohhhhhh, God!" she moaned and flailed her
head from side to side in wild masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt
his huge, lustfully pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as
though she were impaled on a skewering human sword.

   Meanwhile, the presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had
excited Tom more than he had thought possible, and as Natalie moved the
warmly sucking walls of her pussy over his erect cock, he strained to see
them.  He hadn't been able to make out exactly what they were saying, but
for awhile, the woman sounded as though she were struggling on the bed
beside him and Natalie.  Damn, he thought, whoever the hell they were, they
sure were going at it good!  The smoothness of nakedly exposed skin rustled
against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited gasps, but it was too
dark, and he closed his eyes again.  It was probably some goddamn couple
who had no place to go but on their bed, he thought.  He had thought
Natalie had locked the door after him, but he must have been mistaken.

   Tom leaned back and let Natalie continue fucking from on top of him. 
God, he never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly bobbing
tits brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand fondling and
cupping the velvety sac of his balls, that hot little pussy wrapped so
tightly and wetly around his cock felt too good to be real!  Yet, he
couldn't help but feel a lingering touch of lewd curiosity about what the
couple were doing beside them.  His fantasy was interrupted by a series of
low soulful moans.  It sounded like a woman in pain, and he felt Natalie
slow her movements on top of him as though she had heard it, too.  Then the
girl rose up over him again and swished her smooth white ass around against
his loins with a soft smack that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down
against his balls.  "Ooooooohhh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper,
barely audible even in the almost total silence of the dark room.

   "Do you like it when I put it into you like this?" an almost familiar
voice said in a soft murmur.

   "Oh, God, Kevin, it feels so different ...  but so good, so gooooood!"

   Tom's hands froze around Natalie's smoothly gyrating asscheeks as he
heard a strangely familiar pleading voice beg Kevin ...  his son?  ...  to
fuck her on the bed side beside him.  He couldn't trust his own ears.  He
had thought that Kevin was out of town, that ...  that ...  but, no, of
course, it was someone who sounded like Liz.

   He firmly but gently pulled Natalie down from on top of him, but he
didn't need to.  She, too, had tensed above him in startled recognition of
the two voices, then moved to his side.  Natalie knew what Kevin was going
to try, but she would have wagered anything against his success.

   Tom wished he could see the other couple.  Was she straddled on top of
him as Natalie had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean
warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her
legs?  He wished Kevin would name her.  In his mind's eye, because of the
voice, he could picture only his wife, but his wife was Kevin's mother, and
he doubted that could possibly be ...  Nevertheless his tortured mind drew
a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position with ...
with ...  their own son!  Had she taken off all her clothes and gotten
completely naked, or had Kevin merely pulled up her dress and pulled her
panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his
mouth?  Natalie pulled closer to him and whispered into his ear, but his
confused mind made no sense from what his daughter-in-law said.  He only
gathered that she was taking an obscene delight in the fact that the four
of them were together on the bed.  The idea of being unable to protest
against his son's and the woman he kept thinking was Liz's continual lewd
crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating
frustration down his spine.  It struck him that he was not only involved in
an obscene adultery but that maybe ...  just maybe, incest was involved!

   "Oh, God, Kevin, that's nice!  Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my
poor devouring cunt with your fingers like that," the woman groaned beside
him.  It was Liz!  It had to be Liz!

   Christ, he was doing it!  Kevin was screwing his mother up the ass! 
Tom's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his
own son fucking his lust-swollen cock into his mother's tightly clasping
rectal hole.  Again he sensed Natalie shift her weight, slowly undulating
her thighs against his tensed hips.  No!  It was impossible, but he was
getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together!
Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife!  He had
forgotten that it was his own son who was bringing cries of pain and
pleasure from his mother's lust-contorted lips.  It was just a wild,
passion-driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a
coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah
itself!

   Finally the image of Liz returned again to his mind.  He had never done
anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with
her mouth or let him lick her between the legs.  But there was a twist to
this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have
been touched by anything else, the prehistoric prohibition against
copulation between family members.  The equally forbidden plundering of his
wife's rectum by her own son sent a tingle of salacious desire through the
father's groin.  He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against
his daughter-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum
beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his son's wife's warm smooth
skin.  It jerked when he heard Liz's cries and pleading for further and
further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan
within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's
cunt while his son fucked his prick lewdly into her tight virginal asshole.

   "Oh, Christ almighty, Kevin," Liz mewled only a few inches away from
him. "Oh, God, your cock feels gooooood!"

   For a moment there was silence, broken only by the heavy breathing
coming from the side of the bed.  Then there was a rustle of the bedspread
and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it.  The wetly
skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming
more and more excited by the minute.  Kevin was whispering things that Tom
could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and
forbidden.  Tom suddenly heard his son gasp as though he were in pain, his
voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that
Tom could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.

   "Goddamn it.  Your asshole ...  let me fuck it haaaaarrrdddeeerr!"

   He just couldn't stand it!  An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his
groin and hardened his already blood-engorged member into a boiling rod of
hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against
every attempt of his will at resistance.  He jerked his head up, sensing
his daughter-in-law rise with him to his right.  He could see nothing but
his imagination ran rampant.  The low dim form of Liz's asscheeks raising
off the bed and the hunched figure of his son plunging into her tightly
puckering behind emerged clearly in his mind.  She was not fighting it, and
low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from
her sputtering mouth.  "Oh, oh, oh!" her voice chanted rhythmically, a
continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Kevin's heavy,
sperm-filled balls on the nakedly exposed flesh of her hungrily flexing
asscheeks.

   Tom sat up.  Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went
against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed.  All he knew was that
he had never dreamed of such depravity, and his sweet puritanical wife was
at the very core of it.  Her wild pleading mewls of lust were more than he
could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing
body and punish her himself!  He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into
warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip.  He felt her body shudder
slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear hole by her
son's fucking rod of lewd flesh.  He touched her tentatively just once,
then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the
coverlet, but she needed no urging.  She angled up and faced him on her
side, her swaying tits brushing softly against his chest.

   "Oh, Tom," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. 
"It's you!  Oh, yes, fuck me in front while our son fucks me from behind.
Put your cock in my aching pussy.  I've always wanted it like this!"

   Tom Rouelle pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her
long cascading auburn hair.  Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue
spilling wetly into his mouth while her hands shot down to his loins and
clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip.  There
was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around
the hard rubbery head of his lustswollen cock for a few seconds, then began
guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.

   "Oh, yes, I want you both in me at the same time," she breathed, working
the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet hole
and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.

   Good God, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as
his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin.  Again, the
thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving belly while
his own son fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he
had had about joining the couple like this.  He gasped when her warmly
teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the
sensitive area just below the throbbing head.  She rubbed it tantalizingly
up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her darkly curling pubic
hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward.  He let his hips move to
the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves
the warm moist flesh of her cunt popped teasingly over the head like a
tight fitting glove.  He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining
of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.

   He could hold back no longer!  The softly tingling fingers of lewd
sensation that caressed at his loins and burst up through his muscled belly
were too much to bear.  He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his
impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its
path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his son's
pressed tightly between her thighs.  His hands reached convulsively out to
her narrow hour-glass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad
well-formed hips and held her tight so that she could not move.

   Then suddenly the light switched on.  Tom glimpsed Natalie coming back
from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Liz's head.  One
of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched
her leg out so that it lay across Liz's head and fell gently over Tom's
upper back.  Then she pushed her fingers against the silky auburn hairs of
her cunt and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly
glistening cuntal lips.  Her other hand massaged her own titties in wild
circular motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel
buffeting of Liz's body between Tom and her husband.

   "Oooooohhhhhh, it looks real nice, father and son fucking you together
like that," Natalie moaned, looking down at the older woman's crazily
flailing head.

   "Yesssss, husband and son ...  husband and son fucking me together," Liz
answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Natalie's slightly parted
cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.

   Tom continued his wild lustincited thrusts into Liz's hot clasping cunt,
sensing Kevin increase his strokes into her rear hole.  Slowly, the rhythm
of the two men began to coincide.  They skewered into her in slapping
unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though she were a
sacrificial lamb being impaled at every end.  Obscene incoherent oaths
spilled uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and she lifted her head
toward Natalie's finger-filled pussy a few inches away from her, urging the
girl to join them in their incestuous embrace.

   Natalie let out a deep earthy groan.  She slid her hand from between her
legs and let it fall over one of Liz's softly dancing titties that pressed
against Tom's heaving chest.  Liz gritted her teeth as though to suppress
the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at any moment.

   "Yes!  Oh, this is just perfect!  Squeeze my tit like that, Natalie! 
Fuck me, Tom, Kevin, fuck me haaaaarrrdddeeerrr."

   Now they could see the lewd picture reflected like a pornographic
portrait in the mirror beside the bed.  The image of the two men was
blurred in Liz's mind into one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous
female figure fondling her warmly tingling tits seemed to become an
extended vision of herself.  God, she never knew that she could be driven
to such depths of human debauchery!  Both Tom and Kevin were driving
through her with longer and stronger strokes now, their hotly fucking
instruments buffeting simultaneously against the thin membrane that
separated her moist cunt-walls from her flaming asshole.  Suddenly, she
sensed Natalie's leg pressurizing against her head, then felt the girl pull
herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed between
Tom and Liz's faces.

   Tom Rouelle moved his head to the side, splurging out his tongue and
licking the moistly dilating lips of Natalie's seething cunt only an inch
or so away from Liz's ecstatically gaping eyes.  The moistly glistening
sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment for Liz's lips, and she shifted
her head over her daughter-in-law's thigh so that it lay like a pillow
beneath her neck.  She dropped her head and kissed Tom on the lips, then
turned and nudged her face into the thin vertical mouth of Natalie's gently
parting cuntal cleft.  She licked upwards, parting the glistening pink
flanges, and her tongue lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing
forth a savage mewling groan from Natalie, who hunkered down and twisted
her ass around like a depraved animal above.

   Suddenly, Kevin, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of
his strokes.  He fucked like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of
Liz's ass, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed at his wife's
smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a mad fury of quick
grinding thrusts into his mother's tightly sucking rectum.  He groaned over
and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting
from between tightly clenched teeth.  This was too much for him!  It was
beyond what a normal man could take!  He felt his hot cum juice building in
his balls and stiffening his lewd cock to the near bursting point, but he
held off, waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his
semen as the four of them reached orgasm together.

   "Oh, lick me!  Suck me, you two," Natalie chanted feverishly from above
Tom and Liz.  "Yes, this is what I ...  I want.  We're like a family. 
We're, oh, God, we're fucking together!"

   And then it came!

   Kevin, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a
rutting animal and locked his arms around Liz's insanely writhing belly,
his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath
his fingers.  His lips bared back, and he could not close them.  His breath
came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled obscenely through
the room.  He stared up at Natalie's pleasure contorted face, then his gaze
drifted to Tom's and Liz's lips sucking at his wife's lewdly parted cunt.
He lurched.  He tore at Liz's asscheeks, stretching his mother's twin moons
wide apart and watching his long white cock disappear through the warmly
cupping spheres of her ass.

   "God Almighty," he sputtered.  "Christ!"

   Liz could sense Kevin's climax building.  She wormed her ass in a gentle
but firm nudging motion until she felt the entire length of his hotly
pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her ass with only a fraction from
the base protruding from the tight elastic hole.  Then she thrust her
asscheeks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with
a mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and
shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of
her hungrily sucking rectum.

   Tom, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion as
he felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the depths
of her behind.  God, his son must be a reservoir of sperm, he thought with
wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements momentarily.  It flooded
down the crack of her widely split ass and trickled onto his loins, and for
the moment, he was ready to shove their two heaving bodies away from him
out of the bed until he remembered with a gulf of sickening guilt that it
was he who had started it all!

   At the same time, Liz Rouelle screamed her own release that gushed now
from her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the spewing
opening.  It mixed with Kevin's in a single stream of thick viscous fluid,
wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural
coupling.

   "Oh, Tom, fuck my pussy harder.  Don't stop!  Haaarrrdddeeer!" Liz
squealed, feeling her body beginning to convulse.  She clawed at his hips
with her fingernails until he rammed against her with the full force of his
weight, springing back and shoving his groin against her again and again
like a snapping rubber band.  Never had she known there was so much
pleasure from sex, from anything, on earth.  Never had she realized all she
had been denying herself, strange forbidden sensations that she would never
ever forfeit again.  She bent forward, not wanting to miss a stroke of the
powerful fucking cock in her lusting cunt, no longer remembering it was Tom
her own husband or even caring to whom it belonged.  It was long thick
blood-swollen stoney cock, and that's all that counted, her mind blazed
obscenely.  Nothing mattered but the pleasure enveloping the whole of her
being, heaving through her body and bucking her about like a ship in
violent seas.

   "Yeeeessss!  I'm cuummmiiinnnnnngggg!" she yelled through clenched teeth
and thrust her face forward into Natalie's steaming throbbing cunt lips.

   Natalie lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact,
automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Liz's head and press
her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue rotating
maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own orgasm.  Tom
rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his lust-driven cock
sluicing through her still convulsing cunt and his mouth buried in
Natalie's warmly trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with her
cum juice.  In spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant thoughts
raced through his mind.  Revulsion and fear chilled his blood at the
thought of their multiple incestuous coupling.  He felt dazed.  It just
couldn't be true although all the while, the lascivious tingling in his
loins grew and pushed him closer to his orgasm.  He closed his eyes to lock
out the sight of their three exhausted bodies that still quivered in the
last sensuous throes of subsiding orgasm and felt his hotly pumping balls
erupt wildly.  His mouth opened wide with a loud unrestrained yell.

   "Aaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrgggggghhhhh!" He felt his lewdly pumping sperm fill
her clasping and unclasping cunt with a great rush.  Then he closed his
mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the sperm
from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing through a
conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without end.

   He slid to the mattress.  The room was quiet except for an occasional
low gasp or the rustling of bedcovers.  Moments later he blinked open his
eyes to find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed in the
emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm.  His son's body bent heaving over
the boy's mother's back, his hands cupping at each tit, and Liz was smiling
at him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at all but a smirking
expression of unveiled victory and conquest.

   "What do you have to feel so damn proud of?" he asked her.  "I wouldn't
call what you just did an act of moderation exactly," he said, a touch of
amused sarcasm in his voice.  Liz first glanced away at the mirror,
thinking how she would love to have one for their bedroom, and before she
could look away, she met Tom's eyes again, this time in their mutual
reflection.  "Moderation," she said lightly but quite seriously, "is a
matter of definition."

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