Mother's young lover - erotic stories, sex tales



A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a widow, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.

As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters' roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.

So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?

In MOTHER'S YOUNG LOVER -- each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors' lives.



CHAPTER ONE

"It looks good to me," Susan said. "I guess it will work."

"It sure will," Clark said as he rolled up the drawings. "It's really only the results of Ted's ideas."

Susan averted her eyes at the mention of her husband's name. Ted had been killed a few years before while working on a project with Clark.

"And you know what else I think will work?" Clark asked. "Us."

Susan got up from the couch, took a sip of her martini, and walked to the window. As she looked at the view of Central Park, she felt a pang of desire in her cunt.

"Don't act like the stricken widow with me," Clark continued, "if Ted hadn't died, you would have been divorced by now and we would probably be married just like we had planned."

"Yes, you're no doubt right," Susan said. "But I can't help thinking that..."

"I know. You think Ted wouldn't have fallen from the dam if he hadn't found out about us. But that's not true. Ted could take anything. Even the news of our affair. He was the toughest guy I ever met. No, he wouldn't throw his life away. He enjoyed building dams and bridges too much for that."

Susan felt Clark's presence behind her. Then she felt one of his strong hands on her arm. When she turned to face him, she found him pressing his face to hers. She wasn't surprised. As soon as she heard his voice on the phone that afternoon, she knew they would wind up spending the night together.

His mouth covered hers. His tongue met hers. The taste of his saliva sent Susan into a fit of passion like she hadn't experienced in over a year.

When she felt Clark's hand take one of her big tits into a tight grip, she knew she was totally in his power. Her twat was running with hot juice. She could actually feel his prick growing as it pressed against her belly.

Clark slipped his mouth from hers and breathed into her ear.

"I've been dreaming about you ever since I decided to come back to New York," he said.

"Let's go to bed."

"You know I can't refuse you. I never could," Susan said.

As they walked into the bedroom, Clark watched her ass switching back and forth in her tight skirt. He had always loved that firm high ass. And now he was going to get another chance to fondle it.

Standing beside the bed, they kissed again. Then, holding each other tightly, they let themselves topple over onto the bed. When they stopped bouncing, Clark took a tit into his hand again. But he only held it for a few seconds before he abandoned it to unbutton her blouse.

"Oh, Clark, I can't believe you're really here. I thought I'd never see you again."

"I'm here, all right," he said as he slipped his hand into her opened blouse.

Susan never wore a bra, so his hand was suddenly full of her bare tit. Its swollen warmth made Clark gasp. The glory of fucking this lusty chick was becoming real again. For two years now, she had only been a memory.

Opening the blouse wider, Clark uncovered both her round, ample jugs. After looking down at them for a moment, appreciating their huge whiteness and the dark brown nipples at the tip of each one, he lowered his face to the warm valley between them.

The feminine odor of Susan's body filled his head. As he kissed and licked her breastbone, the tits on either side of his face brushed over his cheeks and ears. Then he kissed his way up the mountains of softness until he reached the summit. There, he took a stiff nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, how I love to have my tits sucked, Clark," Susan whispered. "And you're as good as ever. M-m-m-m."

Clark was holding the tip of her tit in his mouth, running his tongue around the big gum drop of a nipple. Then he squeezed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

It wasn't easy to stop sucking those tits, but he had to get undressed.

"Take your clothes off," he said as he lifted his face.

Susan slipped the blouse from her slender shoulders as Clark unbuttoned his shirt. When she stood, she could see how Clark watched her, waiting for her cunt to appear. Susan unfastened the button at the side of her waist and let the skirt fall around her ankles.

Clark's eyes went to the dark triangle that showed through her pink, nylon panties. Susan let him see through the nylon while she slowly stepped out of her shoes. Clark stood and pulled his pants down, but his eyes remained on her crotch.

Susan liked to tease Clark and she was glad to see how interested he was in her. But she was as eager as he was to get her pussy bared and available to his touch.

Slipping her fingers into the elastic waistband of the tiny panties, she began pulling them down.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered," Clark said.

Although she was wearing her soft, brown hair longer than she used to, Clark knew that the hair on her cunt would be as dense and curly as ever. He was right. As Susan pulled her panties down her shapely legs, his eyes burrowed into that pubic jungle.

Clark had his pants off now too. His fat prick stood proudly from his crotch and jerked to the rhythm of his pounding heart. When they came together again to embrace, the hot tip of the cock seared Susan's belly as it folded against her.

Clark was almost a whole head taller than Susan, so his prick pressed on her belly and she had to turn her face up to meet Clark's mouth. He bent his knees slightly, grabbed the woman more tightly, then lifted her off the floor. Two steps brought them to the bed again, where Clark dropped both of them.

Although not a night went by when Susan didn't think of being in Clark's arms, she found that she had forgotten just how wonderful it was. With his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her tit, and his prick on her tummy, Susan was shaking with passion.

When he had drunk his fill at her mouth, Clark moved down Susan's body to suck her tits again. Now, with his passion at a greater level, Clark sucked harder and more greedily.

"Oh, oh, baby," Susan sighed. "Suck me. Harder. Yeahhh!"

Clark stuffed his mouth to capacity with the living softness of her tits. First one, then the other came under attack of his hungry mouth.

As he sucked, his hand went exploring. It moved around her narrow waist to the small of her back. He followed her spine down to where the crack of her ass began. Lowering his hand farther filled it with the full ripeness of one asscheek.

Susan's ass was wide and round. It made quite a handful. Clark buried his fingers in it and felt it mold to the shape of his palm. He couldn't imagine anything softer or smoother.

Releasing his grip on the ass, he began running his fingers up and down the crack. With each trip along that crevice, his fingers dug deeper. He knew where the crack would lead him if he followed it down between her legs.

Clark played with the bottoms of her asscheeks. He could feel the hot humidity in that region. Her simmering cunt was sending out a mist of fragrant steam.

Sliding his hand down her thigh, Clark pulled it over his hip. That opened her crotch to the probing of his wandering fingers. Approaching her cunt from the rear, he immediately arrived at the flowing tunnel.

The whole area was wet with slippery fluid. Clark's fingers skated around in her cunt, narrowing in on its source. When he touched the entrance to her body, Susan twitched with lust.

"Uh-h-h," she groaned. "Oh, Clark. Oh, baby, stick a finger in."

Obeying, Clark pressed his middle finger up that slippery cave. The juice made it slide effortlessly. Although her cunt was tight, Clark could move his finger around in there, stirring her passion to the boiling point.

"You have the most wonderful pussy, baby," Clark said. "Tight and sweet."

When Clark started moving down her body again, Susan shivered. She knew what was about to happen. It was one of her greatest pleasures in life, and Clark could do it better than anyone else. Susan lay flat on her back and spread her legs.

"Oh, Clark, you're so good to me," she sighed.

Clark was kissing his way down her belly. He paused to slip his tongue into her belly button. Then he was on his way again. Over her belly his lips and tongue played until he arrived at the carpet of curls that covered her cunt mound.

But rather than dive right into her pussy, Clark kissed around it. His tongue made little circles on the tops of her thighs. He could taste a faint hint of the flavor waiting for him in the envelope of her cunt.

"Eat me, sweetheart," she gasped. "Eat me!"

Clark didn't have the heart to tease her any longer. He moved his tongue to her gash. Her cunt was spread, smiling pinkly at him. His tongue licked the length of the opening. At first his tongue barely penetrated the cunt. But with every lap, he stuck it in further.

"O-h-h-h, God," Susan said. "That feels sooooo good."

By now, Clark's tongue was sliding along the twin ridges of the inner lips that guarded the entrance to her tunnel. He could feel those wet cunt lips slithering over his tongue tip. Between them, the concentrated flavor of pussy cream could be tasted.

Moving his face tighter against her crotch, Clark slid his tongue right up her cunt tube. He wiggled it with all his might.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Susan wailed in a quavering tone.

Her hips began bucking involuntarily. Clark had to hold on to her to keep his face from being shaken right out of her cunt. But he did hold on, and his tongue reached even higher up that narrow passage.

"Ow-w-w-w-w!" Susan cried. "Oh, shit, Clark! Oh-h-h-h!"

Susan felt the pleasure in her body gathering into a knot. She knew that it wouldn't be long before that knot would burst in a powerful orgasm. Clark's tongue flailed around in her snatch with maddening fury.

"Clark!" she screamed suddenly. "Get in! Fuck me!"

As she screamed, she grabbed wildly at his shoulders. He couldn't have moved fast enough for her. Although he scrambled up to cover her body with his own, Susan kept tugging at him.

"Come on," she gasped. "Fuck me. I've got to feel your prick in me. Come on."

Susan grabbed his prick as soon as it was within reach. She pulled it to her cunt. Clark thrust his prick and soon felt the heat of her soaking cunt surrounding the bloated head.

With a lunge of his hips, he sent his cock into the pussy his tongue had loosened up. With the tight walls of that chamber hugging his cock he was instantly hit by a wave of ecstasy.

After letting his prick lie motionless for a few seconds while he thrilled to the grip of that cunt, he began pumping.

"E-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!" Susan groaned desperately as she felt the fat cock sliding in her cunt.

Because of the cunt lapping, Susan was far ahead of Clark in the climax derby. But that was fine with him. He knew that she was capable of several orgasms during one fuck.

As he pumped, Susan went wild under him. If it hadn't been for his weight on top of her, she would have shaken herself right off the bed.

As Clark's hips thrust forward, Susan's came up to meet him. Together they drove his prick deep into her clutching pussy.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Oh, Clark, I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h!"

Susan's body began, convulsing wildly. Clark fought to keep his cock stroking rhythmically into the spasming cunt. Susan tried to kiss him, but in her insane rapture, she could only press her teeth and tongue on Clark's gasping mouth.

Finally, she began to settle down. Now Clark could feel his orgasm forming. The pressure of his gism rose. He began grunting, and his prick twitched in the slippery grip of the cunt around it. Susan grabbed Clark's hair and lifted his face so she could watch it as he came. The memory of his orgasmic grimace always had excited her, and now that she could see it again she wasn't going to miss it.

"Oh, Clark. You're so beautiful when you come," she said.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as his prick shot bullets of hot gism into her.

By the time Clark had emptied his load, though, Susan was on her way to a second climax. When Clark found her unwilling to stop bucking her hips, he made an effort to keep going. But his prick was too tender.

"Roll over," Susan said desperately.

Holding on to each other, they managed to roll over without letting Clark's cock slip from her pussy. Now, Susan was able to rock back and forth on top of Clark. She could stir her cunt with his prick without sliding it in and out. That way she could bring herself off without driving Clark crazy from an over stimulated prick.

In that position, Clark got a good view of her in the throes of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut but her mouth was opened in a wise circle. Her dark brown hair was wet with sweat and sticking to her face and neck. As she rocked, her tits jumped and shook. Clark reached up and took them into his hands.

"Oh, baby," Susan breathed. "Oh, sweetheart. Um-m-m. Oh-h-h."

It was a real treat to watch this lusty woman in the grip of an orgasm. He could feel her quaking through the tits he was holding. He could read the pleasure on her face as her features distorted.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH!" she screamed as her second climax struck.

When she collapsed on Clark's body, she felt cold. She had been sweating, and the sweat was evaporating. Clark threw a blanket over them. Her cunt was squeezing his prick with residual spasms.

"Oh, Clark, I still can't believe you're here."

"Well get used to it, honey. I'm here, and will be as long as you want me."

As they lay there, Susan still on top, they heard the apartment door open and close. Susan froze. Clark picked up her fear as she quickly rolled off him.

"Mom, you here?" a voice called.

"It's Ben," Susan gasped. "What's he doing home from school?"

Before Susan could answer the boy, he was in the doorway to her bedroom. The shock he felt when he saw Clark was clearly visible on his face.

"Hello, honey," Susan said to her son. "What are you doing home?"

"Hello, Ben," Clark said trying not to sound embarrassed.

The boy stood there looking at them without saying a word. Then he disappeared, followed by the slam of his bedroom door.

"He's been coming home from school on weekends lately. He's not supposed to, but he does," Susan said as she got out of bed.

CHAPTER TWO

Susan threw a robe around her and followed her son.

"Ben, can I come in?" she asked, knocking on his door.

He didn't answer, but Susan opened his door anyway. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. Susan could see he was hurt by the sight of her in bed with Clark.

"I'm sorry," she said walking towards him.

"There's no reason to be sorry," Ben said.

"Well, I guess you're right. But I know it's hard for you to find me in bed with Clark. He just showed up today. I didn't even know he was in town."

As Susan looked at her son, she saw his father, Ted. The boy looked very much like his father. He was almost as tall as Ted.

He had his father's blond hair and fine features.

"It can be very lonely being a widow," she said. "And Clark likes me, Ben. He really does. And he liked you too."

"That's nice," Ben said. "It's your business, Mom. I don't want to stop you from doing what ever you want."

"It hasn't been easy since your father died, for either of us. But we have to do the best we can," Susan said. "How would you like to go out to dinner? Clark has to go now anyhow."

The boy didn't say anything. Susan wrapped her arms around his head and held him to her tits. Then she told him to put on a tie and get ready to go out.

Susan went back to her room. Clark was almost dressed.

"I hope he isn't going to be mad at me," Clark said.

"No. But he's been moody ever since Ted died. He'll be all right. But you'd better leave."

"I'll call you tomorrow," Clark said.

He kissed Susan good-bye and left.

Ben and Susan went to dinner, but they didn't talk about Clark. Susan brought his name up a few times. She could see that Ben wasn't in the mood to discuss the subject though. She asked him why he came home from his boarding school again. But he didn't want to talk about that either. They ate in virtual silence.

When they got home, Ben went right to his room. He did feel bad about Clark showing up in his mother's bed, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he was so horny, he thought. His own horniness was somehow easier to bear if he knew his mother was horny too.

And, of course, there was his fantasies about her. He knew that a kid couldn't fuck his own mother, but he could dream. And Clark had spoiled his dreams. How could he imagine himself in his mother's bed if there was someone else there already?

As he lay there, Ben was listening for the sounds that would indicate that his mother was going to take a bath. That was when he went into action.

Their building was an old one. Its massive stone and plaster was beginning to crack and crumble in certain places. Ben found one of those places between the bathroom and the wall of his bedroom closet.

Maybe that's why he came home. His school was for boys only, and there wasn't even a chance to catch a peek of a naked chick there.

He lay on his bed with his cock twitching in his pants. But he didn't want to jerk off without the sight of his mother in the tub to make it a really good climax. He hadn't jerked off for three days so when he peeked at his mother he could shoot a gallon and feel the tremendous pleasure of release.

When he finally heard the bathroom door close, he jumped. He must have been even hornier than he thought, because he could never remember shaking so violently before.

He went into his closet and closed the door. In the dark, the jagged crack glowed warmly. Moving a box under the crack, he stepped up on it so he could reach that vantage point.

It took a second for his eye to focus through that narrow fissure. But then the bright bathroom could be seen. His mother was sitting on the toilet. The sound of her own water hitting the water in the toilet came through the crack along with the sight.

By now, Ben's prick was pressing painfully against his pants. The toilet faced the wall with the crack, and his mother was still wearing the robe. He could see her furry cunt between her legs as she held the robe open around her waist.

Take a bath, take a bath, Ben said to himself as though he could convey the idea to his mother. He didn't know if he should start jerking off now while her cunt was in sight, or wait until he had a better view, if there would be a better view.

When Susan stood, the robe dropped around her, covering her cunt. The toilet flushed. Ben watched, holding his breath in suspense. When his mother went to the door and opened it, he could have cried.

He went to his bed and lay down. He might as well jerk off now, he thought, while the memory of her taking a piss was fresh in his brain.

With his cock in his hand, Ben began thinking about his mother sitting on the toilet. Just as he began pumping, though, there was a knock at his door. Before answering, he tried to stuff his stiff prick back into his pants.

"Yeah?" he called when he had his prick put away.

The door opened and his mother's head appeared.

"I'm going to take a bath," she said. "I just wondered if you were going out."

"No, I'm not going out."

Susan smiled at her son and closed the door. Now Ben was more excited than ever. He slipped off his bed and went back into the closet. It was a good thing he didn't jerk off prematurely, he thought.

The crack lit up again as Susan switched on the bathroom light. He saw her close the door, then take off her robe in almost the same instant. He took in the sight of her naked beauty. If he had been hot before, now he was on fire.

He watched his mother put on her shower cap, lifting her arms to tuck her long hair into it. Her tits rose with her arms. Ben watched those heavy globes. Her nipples were soft now, as big as silver dollars. He tried to imagine holding the tits. It would take both his hands just to surround one of them, it seemed.

When Susan dropped her arms, her tits wobbled for a second. The mirror she was gazing into was on the same wall as the crack Ben was peering through. That meant he had a good view of her tits, but he couldn't see her cunt.

When she stepped away from the sink, her cunt was visible for a second. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water. With her cunt out of sight again, Ben focused on her tits again.

Now those jugs were hanging off her chest like the water balloons the guys at school liked to throw at each other. Ben couldn't figure out how her tits could hang so low when she bent over, yet stick out so much when she stood. He would like to find out, though.

He imagined what it would feel like to lift one of those tits in his hand. He found that it was hard to imagine, but he would have given his life to try it.

With the sound of the water filling the tub covering his own sounds, Ben pulled out his prick again. He held it, but waited for a better view before he started pumping. He watched his mother's ass in profile, hoping to get a glimpse of her cunt sticking out behind her as she knelt at the tub. No such luck, however.

He knew that when she was in the tub, she would be facing him. That's when the really good views were to be seen.

Susan turned off the water, stood, then stepped into the tub. Ben could tell by the way she eased herself into the water that it was hot. She made a funny face as her ass submerged.

As she leaned back in the tub, she unknowingly put her body on display for the boy watching on the other side of the wall. Her tits floated slightly. Through the clear water, her hairy pussy could be plainly seen.

Ben began to move the loose skin of his prick back and forth. But he would save his orgasm for when his mother lifted her legs from the tub to wash her thighs. Sometimes he managed to get a glimpse of pink gash then.

Usually, Susan picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it over her tits. But this time, she was just lying there staring at the wall. Ben wondered what she was thinking about. But he was mainly concerned with the excitement her body was giving him.

In the white tile bathroom, his mother's body seemed pink and warm. Her dark nipples and pubic patch were islands of erotic color. Ben would have gladly drunk that bathwater for whatever essence of that woman it contained.

Then Susan did something unusual. Her hands went to her tits without the soap. Instead, she took her tits into her hands with firm fingers. Ben could see that she was squeezing them tightly.

She must be thinking about Clark, Ben thought. He wished he could see her thoughts. They would probably be better than the sight he was watching now -- not that there was anything wrong with watching his naked mother holding her tits.

Susan looked down at her tits. Her hands slipped beneath the globes and lifted them slightly. As they broke the surface of the water, Ben noticed that the nipples were now puckered into tight knots.

Ben had never seen anything like this before in all the times he had watched his mother bathe. His cock was jerking crazily with longing as he watched. The sound of his frantic breathing filled the closet.

But when Susan lifted one tit higher, then lowered her face to it, Ben really went wild. His mother was playing with herself, just as he was.

The thought was almost too fantastic to believe.

Susan stuck out her tongue and touched an erect nipple. Ben could see her tongue moving around that knot of flesh. He never thought a chick would suck her own nipple. It was a good lesson for him.

He couldn't resist pumping his prick with that kinky sight to watch. But he hoped the show would get even better. He wanted to see his mother play with her cunt. He got his wish.

Ben felt his body vibrate with intense lust as Susan reached for her cunt. Her fingers slid down her belly and into her pubic hair. Ben strained his eye watching her wrap her fingers around that mound while her legs sagged open farther.

He could just barely see the crack. His mother's fingers rubbed over the furry patch without entering it. But Ben knew she was going to heat up. Didn't he caress and squeeze his prick before beginning to pump it? He knew she wouldn't be able to stop now until she did a real job on herself.

The older guys at school talked about how chicks jerked off. But not many of them had actually witnessed the sight. As his peering eye traveled from her tit sucking to her cunt rubbing, Ben began to feel dizzy with passion.

As Susan rubbed her cunt, her finger tips began to line up along the crack. Then they began to enter it. Ben could see how the hairy lips parted.

He caught a glimpse of the pink lining of the snatch, but her fingers made it impossible to study that mysterious region.

Susan's body tensed. Her grip on her tit tightened and her fingers in her cunt pressed harder. Ben knew about the little button a woman had in her cunt and how it would drive her wild when it was rubbed. He guessed that his mother had just touched that button.

Ben struggled to keep his prick-pumping slow. He wanted to wait until his mother was in the same condition as he before shooting his load. And she was getting there.

He could tell how soft and plump her mound was by the way it wiggled around her diddling fingers. She seemed to be rubbing her cunt near the top of the crack. But then her hand went farther between her thighs. Her legs spread wider.

Now her whole, body was shaking and rocking. Ben could hear water being splashed. He saw his mother drop the tit she had been sucking. The heavy globe splashed as it hit the water.

Ben had never dreamed that a chick could get so wild while jerking off. But his mother was going through more violent gyrations than he ever had when he masturbated.

Lying back, Susan concentrated all her effort on her cunt. Her tits rolled around on her chest with the vigorous motion of her clit massage. She lifted her legs to the rims of the tub, spreading her crotch wider.

Ben was pumping his prick faster now, but he was still trying to pace himself. He saw his mother reach her other hand into her crotch. As she continued rubbing her clit, she stuck the middle finger of her other hand up her twat.

With both hands working on her cunt, Susan had obscured the view of it, but the total picture was unbelievable. Ben felt his gism rushing through his cock. Then, with a blinding flash of ecstasy, he came.

He stood there firing gism at the wall in front of him. But he kept his eye at the crack. He didn't want to miss a second of the fabulous sight of his mother's writhing body. Even though he'd come first, his interest didn't flag in the least.

In fact, his cock didn't even get soft. As soon as he had run out of gism, he could feel his balls struggling to manufacture more.

Susan was on the verge of coming now, the boy could see. Water was leaping out of the tub as she thrashed around. Both her hands were moving swiftly and vigorously in her crotch; one rubbing, the other pumping. With some fingers on her clit and her tunnel, she was able to give herself a powerful climax.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed.

The sound coming through the crack made Ben grab his prick again. He thought he had a pretty good imagination, but he had never imagined anything like this.

Susan tried to keep her teeth clamped together so she wouldn't make too much noise. But her ecstasy was too much to contain. As her orgasm descended, her arms and legs began to jerk. Her body quaked. Then she was suddenly still.

Ben stared with his mouth hanging open. His prick was once again twitching in his hand. Watching his mother resting in the water, he began to slowly pump his cock again.

The boy stood there while his mother began bathing. All the while he stroked his prick. By the time she was finishing, he was squeezing a few more drops of gism from his tired cock. Then he staggered to his bed, too knocked out to watch his mother dry herself.

Lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, he thought about his horny rage. Watching his mother jerking off in the tub was incredibly exciting and his orgasm had been dynamite. But he was hornier than ever.

That crack was a Godsend, but he was thinking of another sort of crack -- the warm, wet, hairy type. He would have to get at a cunt or he would [missing text].

CHAFTER THREE

At breakfast the next morning, Ben was silent. Susan didn't want to force him to talk, but she did want to know why he had come home when he wasn't supposed to. She also wanted to know what he really thought of Clark's showing up.

The phone rang. Susan answered.

"Hello, Clark," she said. "Yes, they are here."

Ben saw his mother look toward the living room where some rolled up drawings were lying on the coffee table.

"Well. I don't know about that. I'll have to see," Susan said, then said good-bye and hung up.

"Clark left some drawings here yesterday. He's going to pick them up," Susan told Ben.

"Is he going to be in town long?" Ben asked.

"It looks like he will. He got a job consulting with a firm in New York. Those drawings are part of a new project he's working on. Some of the ideas he used are those your father was working on when he died. Clark said he would pay me royalties if they use the plans."

"That's nice," Ben said. "What else did he want?"

"He asked me to go out with him this afternoon. But I told him I would see what you were doing first. I thought you and I might go down to the park and take a lunch. We have to talk about your leaving school when you're supposed to stay there."

"Gee, Mom, I told Billy I'd play ball with the guys this afternoon."

"Well, in that case, I'll go with Clark," Susan said.

Ben left the apartment right after breakfast. He didn't really have plans to play ball, but he didn't want his mother asking him about school all day. He would find something to do.

Susan got ready for Clark. By the time he arrived, she was decked out in a tight pair of slacks and a tight sweater. "Let's go to the museum," Clark suggested. "I haven't been there for years."

With his drawings under one arm and Susan under the other, Clark felt great. They walked across the park to the museum. Susan felt like a young girl again.

Ben was walking through the park too. He didn't know where he was going, but he never had any trouble killing a day in the park. He could always find a friend to play frisbee with or he could borrow a skateboard.

As he walked along, kicking pebbles along the path, he heard his name called. Turning, he saw Chuck, an old friend, running toward him.

"Ben! Billy just called me," Chuck said. "They've got some whore they're going to gang bang. Come on!"

Ben felt his blood surge through him at the news.

"Where?" he asked.

"At Carl's. Nobody's home and they found this chick in the park and pooled their money and..."

Chuck was out of breath from running and could say no more. Now they were both running. Ben had heard that story before. But he had always arrived too late, or something had gone wrong. In any case, he never got laid. He was still a virgin.

But the chance had to be pursued. After all, if he missed a chance to get fucked, he would never forgive himself. As they ran, Ben felt his prick growing already.

The doorman at Carl's apartment building recognized the boys. He opened the door and was almost knocked over by them as they ran through. The elevator seemed amazingly slow. Both boys were practically out of their minds with anticipation. Ben was trying to prepare himself for a disappointment, though. That way, he wouldn't feel too bad if it didn't turn out.

They ran down the hall to Carl's apartment and banged on the door. Carl opened it and let them in.

There were about a dozen guys in the place. Some were sitting quietly, others were pushing and horsing around.

"She's in the bedroom," Carl said excitedly. "John's in there with her flow."

Ben couldn't believe it. It began to look as though he was going to get laid after all.

"Did you fuck her yet?" Ben asked Carl.

"Sure, I fucked her first. It's my apartment, after all."

"And she'll fuck all of us?" Ben asked. He wanted to make sure nothing was going to go wrong.

"Sure, she can't get enough," Carl assured him. "But you have to wait in line."

Ben couldn't believe his luck. It looked as though he was going to finally find out what it was like to sink his prick in a cunt. But there were a lot of guys ahead of him. John came out of the bedroom with a smile on his face. A cheer went up around the room. Harvey was next. He was shoved by the others toward the bedroom.

Ben paced back and forth. He talked to the other guys. But he was raging with desire and the minutes seemed like hours.

He asked some of the guys who'd already had their turn how she was.

"Pretty good," John said. "Sorta fat, but tight."

"Great," Billy said. "I'm gonna fuck her again." It was getting close to his turn. He flipped a coin with Chuck, to see who would go first. He won.

"Who's next?" Carl yelled when Mitchell came out of the bedroom. "I am," Ben announced.

As he walked to the bedroom, the guys began shoving him.

"Give her one for me," one of them yelled.

"Don't forget to pull down your pants first," another hollered.

Ben was in a daze. He couldn't feel his legs moving, but he was getting closer to the bedroom. His prick was throbbing in his pants.

He entered the dimly lit room. But when he saw that the bed was empty, he was confused. Looking around the room, he found that he was the only one there. Had he been fooled? Was all this just a joke to torment him? That didn't seem possible.

Then he saw the door to the adjoining bathroom open. A naked woman stepped into the room. Ben knew that his dream was going to come true.

"I just went to the bathroom," the woman said.

Then she went to the bed and lay down. Ben watched her with an eagle eye. She was sort of heavy. As she walked, he saw her belly shake. Her tits were truly enormous, though. She seemed young, maybe twenty, Ben thought.

Arranging herself on the bed with her legs spread, she looked over at the boy.

"Well, don't you like me?" she asked.

Ben snapped out of his trance. Reaching for his belt, he began struggling to get his prick freed. He started toward the bed, but almost tripped over his pants which he was still trying to get over his shoes.

The girl laughed at his clumsiness. Ben kicked his shoes off, hopped out of his pants, and crawled onto the bed.

"You've got a nice, big cock," she said.

Ben wasn't sure what to do. Should he neck with her a little first, or just shove his prick up her cunt? He knew he didn't have much time. He grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed.

"Ow!" the girl yelled. "Not so hard!"

Ben eased his grip. The tit felt as wonderful as he'd imagined. He felt the nipple. It puckered in his fingers. Did that mean he was turning her on, he wondered? Then he moved the tit around on her chest.

"M-m-m-m," the whore hummed.

Ben felt like a real stud. He was actually making this professional moan. He grabbed the other tit, kneading that loose flesh like dough. He had never felt anything like it.

"Come on, honey. Fuck me," the whore said.

Ben's face was burning. This was it. He crawled over one of her big thighs. In the gloomy room, he could see her cunt stretched out under him. Before he moved his prick within striking distance, he grabbed the cunt in his hand.

The hairs tickled his palm. The pussy was plump, like the rest of the woman. And it was wet. He stuck a finger between those loose lips. He had to search around to find the cave. A cunt was strange territory to him.

Feeling the slippery interior of that chamber, Ben knew it was going to feel great around his prick. As he explored, the chick began to roll her big hips.

"Come on, stick your prick in. Come on," she said.

Ben felt the pressure on him to hurry. There were others waiting, and the whore seemed to be in a hurry too. So, rather than examine her body further, Ben got into fucking position.

Her belly made a good mattress and her tits were good handles. Moist, soft thighs surrounded his hips.

He lunged his prick at her nest. But rather than feel her pussy slide over his prick, he felt her coarse hair drag along the tender undersides of the cock. He'd missed. He lifted his hips and thrust again. That time he felt the fat cheeks of her ass at the tip of his prick.

"Your aim is a little off today, huh?" the whore asked.

Ben was panting by now. What if he couldn't get his prick into her? He couldn't bear the thought of not getting laid now that he was so close.

When he lifted his hips for another try, he felt her hand grab him. She pulled his prick right into her snatch. He was in. The-sensation of having his prick in a pussy filled him with excitement.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he heard himself gasp.

The cunt was holding him in a tight, hot grasp. Ben knew that he'd never felt anything like it. Although he'd stuck his prick into a lot of strange places trying to get the sensation of piercing a cunt, he never had come close.

"You really fill me up," the whore said.

Ben unleashed his prick in flurry of stabs. With all his horny energy, he pumped his prick in that hole. And before he knew it, he came.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as he kept his hips bucking.

When the pleasure of climax drained away, he let his cock come to a stop in the pussy. The orgasm had been a good one, better than jerking off any day.

"You finished?" the woman asked.

There was an unmistakable invitation to get off her in that question. Without answering, Ben pulled his shrinking prick from her and climbed off the bed. As he put his clothes on, he looked at her lying there. He didn't want to forget the first chick he fucked.

Ben went into the other room amid the usual cheers. Thinking about the experience convinced him that he had been on the right track in his quest to get fucked. There's nothing like it. But the next time, he would like to fuck a chick he could really explore. And one with a really nice body. And he hoped it would be soon.

Rather than hanging around for seconds, Ben said good-bye and went out. As he walked through the park again, he was happy. He was no longer a virgin. He hoped that fuck would give him momentum to find another.

As he walked along near a street that passed through the park, he saw his mother and Clark in the distance. They were holding hands and walking with a quick, happy gait. As they approached the street, Clark flagged a cab. In another second they were gone.

All Ben's happiness with getting laid seemed to leave him. All he could think about was Clark's getting to fuck a gorgeous chick like his mother while he had to depend on sloppy seconds.

He wished he had a sharp chick to stroll through the park with, to go to the movies with, and most of all, to fuck.

CHAPTER FOUR

"I never did get to talk to Ben about his leaving school last weekend," Susan said to Clark over dinner. "Every time I brought it up, he would run off or refuse to talk about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Clark said. "He's probably just going through a phase."

Susan and Clark saw each other almost every day that week. They wanted to go away the next weekend, but Susan was afraid Ben would come home again. If he did, she didn't want him to find the place empty.

Clark had rented an apartment, and they would stay overnight at his place or hers. Susan hadn't been so happy in years.

"I don't think it is just a phase," Susan continued. "Other boys don't run away from school. I think Ben has a problem, and I should know what it is."

"You're making too much of this," Clark said. "Believe me, I was a young boy myself."

"What do you mean, I'm making too much of this? Ben's my son, and my responsibility."

They were both surprised at Susan's angry tone.

"Okay, okay, let's not fight," Clark said.

Susan smiled and took his hand. She certainly didn't want to argue. That would spoil the mood they had been in all week. The restaurant they were in was just around the corner from Clark's apartment, and they both were anxious to go there.

As they walked down the street, Clark took Susan's arm in his hand and felt her tits against his fingers. When he wiggled the fingers against that firm softness, Susan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. That was all that was necessary to start Clark's prick inflating.

In the elevator, he took a tit into his hand and kissed her deeply. Susan felt the lump of his stiff cock pressing against her belly. That was all she needed to make her pussy wet with slippery juice.

By the time they were in Clark's apartment, they were ready and eager.

"Let's go right into the bedroom," Susan suggested.

"I'm with you, baby."

Clark held a hand on her ass as they walked to the bedroom. He loved to feel her ass move as she walked.

"Let me undress you," Clark said.

Susan remembered how they would undress each other before, when Ted was still alive. Their affair had been a beautiful one, until Ted's death had ended it. As Clark began to unbutton her blouse, Susan was overwhelmed by the memory of those wonderful days.

Clark and Ted had been advisers for a construction team in South America. Ted had an accident resulting in a broken leg, and had to be sent to the hospital. Clark would go with her to visit Ted, then drive her back to the trailers where they were staying.

They fucked the first night Ted was in the hospital and every other night as well. That's when they began undressing each other. It had been very exciting. And it still was.

Susan shivered as Clark opened her blouse. He stepped behind her and slipped it from her shoulders. Then, taking a tit in each hand, he pulled her tightly to him. Susan could feel his prick pulsing against her ass through all the layers of clothing that separated them.

Clark kissed the fragrant, warm skin of her neck and shoulders. His hands massaged her heavy tits.

His fingers felt her nipples harden.

"Oh, Clark, no one's ever handled me the way you do," she cooed.

"And I've never handled another woman who's felt as good as you do, baby."

Susan turned around and unbuttoned Clark's shirt. He helped her take it off his broad shoulders. Then they moved closer, slowly pressing Susan's tits against the hard wall of his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking him.

Susan looked up. Clark bent down and they kissed. As the warm odor of each other's body filled their nostrils, they took turns exploring the other's mouth with their tongue. Clark filled Susan's mouth with hungry licks, he knew that made her cunt drool.

Susan was wearing slacks, and while they kissed, Clark found the button that held them closed. He opened it and pulled down the zipper beneath. As Susan felt those tight slacks loosen, she felt that the way to her cunt was being prepared for invasion.

Pulling his mouth from hers, Clark began to slide down her body. He rubbed his face over her tits, taking time to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then his face moved down her flat, smooth belly.

Kneeling before her, Clark tugged at her slacks. With Susan's help, they slid down her wide hips and well-formed legs. She stepped out of them and took them from Clark. He looked at the sight before his eyes. Resting his ass on his heels, his face was level with Susan's pussy.

He could see the dark hair of her cunt through her pearl-white panties. A few hairs stuck through the leg holes. He could smell the love cream that was already soaking the crotch of those panties. Pressing his cheek against that soft mound, he could feel the texture of her curly hair pressed behind the nylon.

Then he tucked his fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. As her pussy rose over the curtain of nylon Clark fixed his eyes on it. He could see the crack of her cunt at the bottom of that hairy triangle. It was opened slightly because of her aroused passion.

Leaving the undies around her ankles, Clark nuzzled his nose and mouth into the tight curls of her cunt. He loved her pussy. It was his favorite type: plump, deep, and tight.

Susan grabbed his head and held it tightly against her mound. Every breath filled him with the intoxicating odor from her snatch. But his trapped prick was getting too uncomfortable for him to remain in that position.

Before he stood, he looked up at Susan's face framed between her tits. The creamy undersides of her tits looked like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. As he stood, those lively masses of flesh bounced around his head. They kissed again. Clark reached behind her and gave one big asscheek a squeeze.

Then Susan began unbuckling his belt.

"It looks desperate to get out," she said as she saw his prick jerking against his pants.

"Of course it's desperate," he said. "It wants to get into you."

As quickly as she could, Susan stripped his pants and underpants from him. Then she took the hot head of his standing cock into her hand. She loved squeezing the blood out of it, then feeling it swell again as she eased her grip.

They began tongue wrestling again as Susan played with the cock. She ran her fingers along the veiny shaft to its base. Then she scooped up his low-slung balls and held them gently.

"You have a wonderful touch," Clark breathed into her mouth.

He began moving her toward the bed. Still kissing and grabbing at each other, they lay down. Their hands worked eagerly over each other's body. Clark played with her tits, and Susan held his balls and prick.

"You know what I've really missed?" Clark asked. "One of your fabulous blow-jobs."

"Good, because I've missed the taste of your cock," Susan said.

She started immediately down his body. On the way, she fluttered her tongue over his nipples and licked his belly. Clark folded a pillow under his head so he could watch.

He saw Susan's tongue flashing as she licked him. When she was curled up between his legs, in sucking position, her tits rested on one of his thighs.

Before taking his cock into her mouth, she wanted to make sure he was going wild for it. Holding the shaft in both hands, she moved the loose skin slowly up and down a few times. Then she rubbed the head over her cheek lovingly. Finally, she could tell by the powerful jerks that the prick was throbbing with cum.

But she didn't stick it into her mouth yet. First she licked it like a popsicle. Her soft tongue wiped over the taut skin of the head. And with each lick, the cock twitched. She traced the high ridge around the head with her tongue. Then she opened wide and took the fat cock knob into her mouth.

When Clark saw the tip of his prick disappear into her mouth and felt the heat and wetness grip it, he let out a long sigh.

"Susan, baby, that's beautiful," he said.

Her eyes smiled as she looked up at him. Her lips were stretched around the fat prick, but they seemed to be smiling too.

Clark felt her tongue slithering around beneath the sensitive underside of his prick head. Then she pressed her face down, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel it push the back of her throat.

Still holding the shaft in her hands, Susan bobbed her head up and down carefully. The cock moved over the hot pad of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With every dip of her head, the prick went deeper into her throat.

Clark was amazed at how much of his prick was being swallowed. He didn't know how she did it, but it felt spectacular. A current of tingling pleasure ran through his prick and into his body. He began to wiggle and pump his hips slightly in the grip of ecstasy.

"Oh, Susan," he gasped. "You're wonderful! A genius! Oh-h-h!"

His words made the woman take him even deeper into her throat. He felt his prick head being squeezed by the narrow confines of her gullet. Then, with his prick buried so deeply that her lips were almost around the very base of his prick, she swallowed.

"Uh-h-h," he gasped as he felt her throat constrict on his cock knob.

She had actually tried to swallow him he realized. Then she took his prick out, took a deep breath, and swallowed him again. After a few of those throat-wrenchings, Clark was writhing with lust.

Susan could tell by the way his prick was behaving that he was going to come before long. She had to be careful not to let him shoot down her throat. That would make her gag and spoil everything. She would have to catch his cum in her mouth.

"Uh, oh, oh, oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Clark wailed.

This was it. Susan pulled his cock from her throat just in time to catch the first shot on her tongue. Pumping his prick with her hands, she let it fill her mouth. She had to swallow quickly to keep the stuff from overflowing.

She loved to feel the powerful quakes of passion that rocked Clark's body as he came. With every charge of gism, his body convulsed violently.

When his gism stopped spewing and he relaxed, Susan began mopping-up operations. Licking his prick until the flavor of his cream was gone, she enjoyed it to the last drop. When she took her mouth from the softening prick it was clean and shining with her saliva.

She crawled up beside him, gasping far breath. When they kissed, Clark detected a slight flavor of gism in her mouth. He could tell by the way she was breathing that sucking him off had been a real effort. This chick was a champ, he thought.

They changed places. Clark got between her legs and licked her pussy. He knew it would take him a while to be ready to come again, so he took his time. Susan loved the way his tongue played lightly over the tender ridges in her cunt, each lap taking her slightly higher into ecstasy.

Gradually, Susan began to moan and his prick grew. After fifteen minutes of leisurely lapping, he began sucking that cunt in earnest.

Looking over the horizon of her belly, Clark watched her tits roll heavily on her chest as she began squirming with pleasure. Her face had an expression of lust. Although his tongue began to ache with the effort, Clark sent it high up her cave and fluttered it madly.

When he felt the first spasms of her cunt on his tongue, he slipped it out of that tunnel and put it on the quivering kernel of her clit. Susan's body began vibrating with the electric pleasure of a smashing orgasm.

By now, Clark thought that he had recovered from his blow-job sufficiently to try for another climax. He climbed from the vee between Susan's legs, bringing his prick into action. As he eased his weight down on her sweaty body, he slipped his prick into her pussy.

"Oh!" Susan gasped as her cunt was filled.

That pit was still very tender from the sucking Clark had given it, so now when his cock stretched it the effect was profound. When he began pumping, though, Susan was ready for it.

"God! Clark! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.

Clark's prick was still tender, too. And that tight pussy sleeve sliding over it made his breath come in desperate snorts. He could tell that Susan was going into one of her strung-out orgasms.

Clark envied her for the prolonged ecstasy her body was capable of. Just as his prick began to tingle, she was wailing with intense joy. Under him, he felt the powerful shaking of her body. He was almost swimming on her rolling tits.

"I'm coming again!" Susan screamed. "Oh, it's so good! Uhhhhh!"

Clark felt that he might be able to come again after all, but it would take a while. He wondered if Susan could stand it. So far, she was doing very well. Since her last orgasm, she was breathing fast and loudly, her chest heaving.

As Clark's prick pumped relentlessly, Susan began to wail again. It sounded like she was going to have her most wild orgasm yet. The sound of her insane wailing helped Clark climb the ladder to his own ecstasy.

"Clark!" Susan yelled. "Oh, sweetheart, darling, ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

His cock kept perfect time as it filled and emptied her cunt. With every stroke, he was taken a little closer to his next orgasm. Susan's cunt was spasming with less strength, though. He didn't know if she was going to be able to take it much longer.

Once again, she was gasping between the peaks of passion. But now Clark was feeling enough pleasure to make him moan.

"I can feel you inside me," Susan said. "And I'm going to come again."

"Yeah, me too," Clark moaned.

Their sustained effort had taken its toll. Both of them ached with the strain, but their pleasure tipped the balance. It was worth it.

"Uh, uh, uh," Clark grunted now as he plowed his prick deeply.

This orgasm was going to take the top of his head off. His whole body began to feel like an electric spark. His whole universe was centered in his burning cock.

As he came, he bucked his hips and arched his back with blinding lust. The gism flowing through him left incredible bliss in its wake. This orgasm was not only more intense than the first, but it lasted longer. The glow seemed to linger forever.

As she received his tortured discharge, Susan was hitting another pinnacle. The two of them were grinding and twisting in the most powerful pangs of pleasure they'd experienced in years.

When they were finished it took them a long time to gather enough strength to speak. They had to lie in bed for a few hours before their bodies would function. It was still early, though, and they knew they would try fucking again before the day was over.

CHAPTER FIVE

Clark called Susan on Friday and asked her to go out to dinner with him. She thought Ben might show up again, though, so she invited him to her place. She liked cooking dinner for him anyway.

Susan cooked a more delicious dinner than they, could have had in any restaurant. But the thought that Ben might show up at any minute kept them from enjoying it to the fullest. Besides, Clark didn't think Susan would take the chance of having Ben walk in on them in bed, as had happened the week before.

Just as they finished dessert, the phone rang.

"Pat, are you in town?" Susan said into the phone. "Well, come right over."

Clark lost hope of getting fucked that evening. Well, he couldn't complain, he'd fucked Susan every other day that week.

"My sister, Pat, is in town," she told Clark when she hung up. "She's coming right over. Gee, I haven't seen her in over a year."

"Is that the one who's in the fashion business?" Clark asked. "I think you told me about her."

"Yeah, she's a buyer. She travels a lot."

"I guess I won't get a crack at your body tonight, pardon the pun," Clark said.

Susan laughed. "No, I guess you won't. Maybe tomorrow. But you'll get a chance to meet my sister."

They sat on the couch, holding hands and sipping brandy, until the doorbell rang. Susan ran to the door and opened it. Clark was surprised to see a woman who looked almost exactly like Susan step into the room. The doorman was with her, laden with her luggage.

Susan introduced her sister to Clark. They shook hands. Clark could see that Pat was a sharp chick. She was thinner than Susan, less well stacked. But she dressed like a duchess, and sparkled with jewels.

"Can I get you something to eat?" Susan asked her sister.

"No thanks, I ate on the plane. I just flew in from Paris."

"Will you be here long?" Clark asked.

"I have some work to take care of here. Shouldn't take more than a few days. Then it's back to San Francisco."

Although Susan, liked seeing her sister, she wasn't sorry to hear that she was only staying a few days. She didn't like the way Clark asked her that question.

Pat was a few years older than Susan. When they were young girls, Susan idolized her sister. Pat had all the boys in the neighborhood hanging around their house. But Pat had never married.

"Well, I guess you two have a lot to talk about," Clark said after a while. "I think I'll be going home."

He told Pat he would look forward to seeing her before she left, kissed Susan good night, and left.

"What a hunk of man," Pat said when he'd gone.

"I told you about him. He's the one who was with us in South America when Ted was killed."

"Oh, yes," Pat said. "I see you weren't exaggerating."

"I hope he's still interested in me after meeting you," Susan said. "Really, Pat. I'm really interested, so don't get any ideas, okay?"

"Susan, I'm surprised at you. I haven't stolen a man from you since we were kids," Pat said.

"I don't know why I'm so possessive. But I think I'm in love with him," Susan said.

"I'm glad for you, honey," Pat said. "I'm afraid I've got a bad case of jet-lag. I just want to take a bath and go to bed."

"You can sleep in Ben's room. He's away at school. I'll help you with your bags."

"How is Ben? He must be quite a man by now."

"He sure is," Susan said. She didn't feel like talking about his habit of coming home unexpectedly. If he showed up this weekend, he would just have to sleep on the couch, Susan said to herself.

Susan and Pat each grabbed a suitcase and carried them into Ben's room.

"There are a few things I'd like to hang up right away so the wrinkles won't get too stubborn," Pat said opening a bag.

"Let me do that for you," Susan said. "You go take a bath."

"You're sweet," Pat said and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek.

Pat went into the bathroom and Susan gathered up the things Pat wanted hung up. There was plenty of room in Ben's closet. But while she was hanging the dresses and blouses, she was distracted by a crack in the wall, a crack with light pouring from it.

There were enough cracks in the apartment to make this just one among many, but Susan had never seen one with light coming through it before. It must go right through the wall. Then she stopped to think what might be on the other side of that wall. When she heard Pat turn on the water, she realized.

Susan felt her face flush as she thought of what might be seen through that crack. It was too high to see through, but she found a box in the closet she could stand on. That brought her eye to the bright crack.

Peering through, she was shocked to see a perfect view of the bathroom. Pat was bending over the tub. She was naked. Susan knew that Ben was aware of that view. She thought of the things he must have seen through it. Her masturbatory session in the tub last week occurred to her. And, yes, Ben was home then. She remembered he was because she had tried to keep her moans of pleasure down so he wouldn't hear. She hadn't dreamed he might be watching.

As she watched her sister step into the tub, Susan was outraged at her son's behavior. Watching her sister in the tub was like seeing herself, and she saw the detail that Ben had seen. Pat's cunt was plainly visible in the water as she sat back in the tub.

Susan was really going to let the boy have it the next time he came home. What a nerve he had to spy on her, she thought. Was she raising a sex pervert?

But as Susan found it difficult to tear herself away from the crack, she began to forget her anger at Ben. Well, maybe the boy had just discovered the crack as she had, she thought. She couldn't blame him for that.

The longer she looked through the crack, the more she began to enjoy it. There was something about peeping that was very exciting Susan discovered. And looking at her sister's sexy body was fun, too. Susan had bigger tits, but there was nothing wrong with the firm, round tits sticking up through the surface of the water in the tub.

The sight of her sister's body brought back memories. Susan shivered slightly when she thought of the games they used to play as young girls. Suddenly, she realized that she had forced herself to forget certain things that had gone on between them.

Her eye remained on her sister's body, but her mind was racing back over the years. She remembered one evening when she walked into her sister's bedroom. Pat was sitting on the bed, naked, her legs spread. Her hands were at her crotch and there was something white and long in her hands.

Pat tried to hide it, but as she pulled it from her cunt, Susan saw that it was a candle. She had been sticking it up her cunt.

"Why don't you knock?" Pat had demanded.

"What are you doing?" Susan remembered asking, although she knew perfectly well.

"Close the door," Pat said. "I'll show you."

Susan had closed the door. She still remembered how her heart raced.

"I'm fucking myself with a candle," Pat said and brought the wax dildo out from behind her where she had tried to hide it. "Want to try it?"

Susan had jerked off with her finger, but sticking a candle up her cunt was an exciting prospect. Only her big sister would have thought of something like that, she had thought.

"What does it feel like?" she asked, walking over to the bed.

She remembered the lingering odor of her sister's cunt juice. And her own young pussy was drooling as she thought of sticking that candle in her cunt.

"It feels like a prick, at least I suppose it does," Pat said. "Take your clothes off and I'll stick it in you."

Susan did as her sister said. When she was naked, she compared their bodies. Her tits were already bigger than her older sister's. She sat down on the bed facing her sister and spread her legs.

Pat moved closer and brought the candle to her crotch.

"Lean back farther. I can't get at the hole," Pat said.

Susan again did as her sister said. She felt the candle at the fuzzy lips of her cunt. A quiver went through her as she felt that shaft enter her. It was still warm from her sister's pussy.

With her face close to the sliding candle, Pat pushed it tip Susan's cunt.

"There. How does that feel?" Pat asked.

"Ooooo, it feels good. Is that how it feels to get fucked?"

"Well, when a boy fucks you, he slides his prick in and out like this," Pat said as she imitated the motion with the candle.

"Wow, that feels great," Susan said. "Oh-h-h-h."

"Haven't you ever done this yourself?" Pat asked as she kept the candle sliding.

"Only with my finger," Susan said. "But the candle feels better."

"Sure it does. It's bigger. But I like to stick my finger in my cunt, too."

Pat kept the candle sliding until Susan was shaking. When she jerked off with her finger, she liked to play with her tits. So now, with her sister taking care of her cum, she lay back and grabbed her hard tits. She noticed Pat looking up from her cunt to watch her play with her jugs.

Susan was surprised, when Pat reached up and took one of her tits in her hand. She slid the candle in and out with the other hand.

"Oh, Pat, I think I'm going to come!" Susan said.

"Good!" Pat said as she tightened her grip on Susan's tit and slid the candle faster.

Susan found that the candle gave her a very strong orgasm. It was better than the type she had when she tickled her clit. The candle felt like a magic wand in her pussy as she clamped down on it with climactic spasms.

The bed creaked as Susan gyrated her hips. Pat kept increasing the speed of the plunging candle.

"A-a-a-a-e-e-e!" she screamed.

When she lay still, she felt her sister pull the wax cock from her.

"Now do me," Pat said, handing the candle to Susan.

Still trembling, she took the candle. It glowed with the juice her cunt had coated it with. She hoped she could do as good a job as her sister had.

Pat got into position. When Pat was sitting as she had been when Susan walked in on her, Susan reclined beside her outstretched legs. Pat put the fingers of both hands on her pussy and spread the lips. Now Susan could see her inner-lips and the entrance to her tunnel.

She was afraid of hurting Pat, but when she found how easily the candle entered her cunt she didn't worry. Watching with kinky pleasure, she saw the long, white shaft disappear. Then, just as her sister had, she pumped that candle back and forth.

A few times, Susan's fingers bumped into her sister's cunt. She thrilled at the touch of Pat's hairy mound and wished she could get rid of the candle and stick her fingers in that dark pit. But she didn't tell Pat that.

Pat began moaning softly. As Susan kept the candle moving, her sister reached down and stuck her finger into the top of her slot. Putting a finger tip on her clit, she massaged it while the candle fucked her. Susan noticed that her sister rubbed her clit in exactly the same way as Susan rubbed her own.

Before long, Pat was wailing loudly and writhing desperately. Susan was having a lot of fun fucking her sister with the candle. When Pat came, Susan was very proud of herself.

Susan never did get a chance to stick her finger up her sister's pussy, but they had many sessions with that candle. Sometimes Susan would stick the candle in her mouth, sucking her sister's love juice from it, when Pat wasn't watching.

Now, as she stood in the closet watching her sister in the tub, she felt that old desire to stick her finger up that cunt. Her lesbian hunger surprised her. She had never had a lesbian affair, but she heard that Pat had. Susan wished she had had a fling with another chick. Now it was probably too late.

But it wasn't too late to take advantage of the scene she was watching. She loosened her slacks and stuck her hand down over her pussy. The hair was soaked. That wasn't surprising, she thought, as she realized how much her memories had excited her.

She rubbed her clit in the old circular motion that she and Pat had in common. Just as Pat scrubbed her cunt with the bar of soap, Susan came.

By the time Susan had finished hanging up Pat's things, Pat came into the room.

"Oh, that bath felt good," she said. "Now all I need is a good night's sleep."

Susan felt uncomfortable with her sister after peeking at her and jerking off. Still, she couldn't leave her. She watched her get ready for bed, making small talk. When Pat was tucked in, Susan went to the bed and sat down.

"Remember how we used to stick a candle up each other's cunts?" Susan asked.

Pat laughed and blushed.

"What ever made you think of that?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," Susan said. "I was just reminiscing I guess."

Neither of them had mentioned those girlish practices in years. Susan suddenly felt foolish.

"Good night," she said, kissing Pat on the cheek.

When she left the bedroom, Susan was shivering. She couldn't ignore her desires. The reason she had asked Pat if she remembered the fun with the candle was that she wanted to do it again. She had to laugh at herself, but she knew it wasn't funny.

Susan turned on the television. She was too confused to read, and if she went to bed she would be overcome with lesbian longing. As she watched an old movie, though, she couldn't keep her hands off herself.

She slowly rubbed herself off to another orgasm. When she finally went to bed, she thought she would fall asleep right away. Her lust had exhausted her. But she lay awake with her tits in her hands.

CHAPTER SIX

Ben would have gotten home earlier that evening, but he killed time walking all over Manhattan. It would be easiest to put off a confrontation with his mother if he came home real late. He had tried to stay at school, but being there all weekend was just too boring to bear.

He knew he was risking expulsion, but he didn't care. He would rather stay home and go to day school anyhow. Besides, after fucking that whore the week before, he was anxious for another fuck.

As he opened the front door of the apartment, he hoped his mother would be asleep. The place was dark and quiet. Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't even have to see his mother until the next day.

He crept to his room as quietly as he could. In the dark, he didn't notice the suitcases. Rather than chance waking his mother, he decided to crawl right into bed. He pulled off his clothes in the dark.

When he got into bed, he had a big surprise. The warm body he bumped into stirred and he jumped out of the bed in fright.

"Ben?" a woman's voice asked. "Is that you?"

"Aunt Pat?" he asked.

He had recognized her voice, and now that his eyes were accustomed to the dark he could see her. Then he realized that she could see him, too. He covered his crotch with his hands.

"I thought you were at school," Pat said. "What are you doing home?"

The woman had gotten up on one elbow. The blanket fell away from one tit, and Ben fastened his gaze on it. He felt his prick touch his hand as it stiffened.

"I've been coming home on weekends. I'm not supposed to, but I do anyhow," he said.

"Come get under the covers with me," Pat said.

"I want to talk to you."

Being in bed with his naked aunt sounded like a great idea. But he didn't want her to see his hard-on. Keeping his hands over his prick, he went to the bed and climbed in. It was a double bed, and Pat moved to the far side. Ben was excited by the heat of her body on his skin, though.

"I'm sorry I've taken over your bed," Pat said. "I didn't know you would be here. What do you think your mother would say if we shared it?"

It was a pretty weird thought, Ben realized. He would love to spend the night in bed with her, even though he never would have guessed he could touch her.

"I don't know," Ben said.

"Well, she would probably think I was a bad influence for you."

"I could go sleep on the couch," Ben offered.

"Yeah, maybe you'd better. But stay here for a while," she said.

Ben could still see her tit. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He knew that Pat must know he was looking at it. Was it possible that she was offering herself to him?

Ben couldn't think of a thing to say. He was too preoccupied by the bare tit a few feet away from him.

"Do you like me, Ben?" she asked. "I mean as a woman?"

"Yeah, sure," Ben said. "I think you're beautiful."

"Come closer," Pat whispered.

Ben couldn't believe it. His mother always talked about Pat as though she were rather wild, but this was incredible. He slid toward her, still not believing she wanted him to touch her.

When he felt her hand on his waist, Ben almost attacked her. His prick was reaching toward her, the hot odor of her body filled his head, and his heart was pounding. But still he couldn't grab her.

Only when Pat pressed herself against him did the boy let himself respond. The points of her tits were like fingers of passion on his chest. His prick pressed against her firm tummy. She was so different from the whore he fucked the week before, he felt like this was really going to be his first fuck.

When their mouths came together, Pat's tongue immediately went into Ben's mouth. It felt like a wet snake as it twisted around his own tongue. Ben had French kissed a few girls, but none of them did it as well as this older woman.

Ben reached for the tit he had been looking at. It felt so nice as it filled his hand with pliable warmth. As he squeezed the tit, he thought about the rest of her body. It was all his it seemed.

He loved feeling the tit, but he was anxious to delve into her cunt. So, as they continued kissing, he slipped his hand from her tit to her crotch. They were both lying on their sides, but Pat lifted one leg over Ben's hips, opening her crotch to him.

He combed his fingers through the curly hair as he searched for the slot. It wasn't hard to find.

Between her thighs, her cunt was spread in a wet smile. As he touched the simmering interior of that pussy, Pat's body twitched.

"Oh, Ben," Pat breathed. "M-m-m."

The boy felt like a hero when he saw how his aunt reacted to his probing fingers. As he examined the interior of her twat, he realized what strange territory it was to him. Even after his fast fuck the week before he had to search around to find the entrance to her body. But as soon as he found it, he sent an exploratory finger up it.

As soon as he felt that tight tunnel around his finger, he wanted to get his prick in there. He knew he should go slow, though. It wasn't easy, however, now that his dreams had come true.

"Oh, Ben! Ohhh," Pat sighed as his finger reached way up her cunt.

Ben felt her hand touch his prick. With long, delicate fingers, she took that twitching cock into a firm grip. Ben never felt anything so exquisite in his life. When she took his balls into her hand he thought he was in heaven.

Like a kid in a candy store, Ben didn't know what to do first. He decided that he'd done enough kissing even though the tongue in his mouth was still writhing. Pulling away from her face, Ben wiggled down her body. At the same time his prick was pulled from her hand, but that couldn't be helped. He just had to stick her tits.

His open mouth covered the pointy tip of her left tit. The nipple was stiff as he wiped his tongue over it. His nose and chin pressed into the softness of that tit as he sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Like a starving pup, he tugged at that tit. He felt his aunt's hands on the back of his head, pressing his face more firmly into that pile of jellied boob. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he sucked almost the whole thing into it.

"Harder, harder," Pat moaned. "Suck it harder. Oh, Ben, you really are marvelous."

The boy still had his hand on his aunt's pussy and his finger was still searching around in her cave. He remembered hearing the kids at school talking about a button chicks had in their cunts that drove them wild when it was touched. Ben decided to find it.

Withdrawing his finger from the deep pit, he explored the outer regions of her pussy. He felt the ridges of flesh that lined the pit. He came to an arrowhead near the front of her cunt.

As Ben felt around that arrowhead, his aunt suddenly tensed her body. Pressing harder, he felt a tiny bud in those folds of skin. He gave that bud another press and again his aunt tensed her body. That was it, he realized.

Now he put his finger gently on the clit and wiggled it. Pat began to move her body in an amplified version of his finger.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o," she cooed in rapture. "Ben! Oh, Ben."

He had never heard his name uttered in such a breathless, sexy voice. It made him feel like a famous stud. With his mouth full of tit and his finger on that magic kernel, Ben was in his glory.

But the best was yet to come. His prick was throbbing with the desire to fit into the tight tube of her twat. Ben didn't know if he'd waited long enough yet, but Pat seemed to be going wild. He decided to make the big move.

He lifted his mouth from her tit and his hand from her pussy. He saw Pat looking up at him as he mounted her. Remembering his difficulty with the whore, he forced himself to go slowly and carefully.

Pat spread her legs and lifted them around his hips. Her arms were raised to his shoulders where she held him. Ben looked down at their crotches, but it was too dark to see. When he felt the texture of her pubic curls on his prick head, he jabbed.

He was very disappointed when he missed. With a great effort of will power, he resisted lunging again. First, he reached down to guide the stiff muscle. Holding the prick in his hand he stretched his index finger out like an antenna.

"Yeah, that's the spot," Pat said when he found her opening.

Struggling to keep cool, Ben moved his fat cock knob to the tunnel. When Pat felt the intruder between her lips, she lifted her hips to help her cunt swallow it. Ben lowered his hips, and the jerking rod slid home.

"Oh, Ben, uh-h-h-h," Pat moaned as she was filled with the hard bulk of his tool.

Ben felt himself surrounded by the hot and wet shock of her cunt. As he rested his body on hers, her tits padded his chest. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and began pumping. That tunnel gripped his prick every time he thrust, holding it tightly on the backstroke.

"Fuck me, Ben. Come on, come on!" she chanted as he plowed her with all his might.

Every time his cock pressed deeply into that tube, his body heated up more. He began panting in his aunt's ear. His gism was coming to a boil. As she dug her finger nails into his back, the pain added another dimension to his pleasure.

"O-o-o-o, o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat moaned in a crescendo of wanton joy.

Ben thought his prick was not only going to shoot, but explode. He'd never felt such a terrific burst of ecstasy. A yelp of pleasure escaped from him as the first jolt of climactic power went through him.

Wave after wave of sexual bliss coursed through him as he filled his aunt with the thick syrup of his passion. He babbled senseless sounds of pleasure into the tangled hair beside her head. His body convulsed. It no longer belonged to him, it seemed. Instead, it was a part of the spiritual world of ecstasy.

Ben finally moved his hips slow. After all, he had already wrung every ounce of gism and pleasure from his body. But he was surprised to feel his aunt's hips continuing to buck beneath him.

"Don't stop," she gasped hoarsely. "I'm coming!"

The thought that he was lying on top of a woman who was in the midst of an orgasm started his hips rising and falling again. His prick pistoned in the wet mixture of gism and cunt juice that oozed from her pussy.

"Ye-e-e-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!" Pat screamed, although she tried to muffle the sound. "Okay, okay," she whispered, telling Ben to ease up.

He stopped his pumping. They lay there in a sweaty heap, clutching each other and gasping for breath. Ben's brain was still spinning from the heights he had reached with this fantastic chick. He never knew there was so much ecstasy in the universe.

"That was glorious, Ben," Pat sighed. "You're quite a lover."

"Gee, Aunt Pat," he said. "I never felt anything like that before."

"Haven't you ever fucked anyone before?" she asked.

"Only once," Ben admitted. "But it wasn't like this."

They lay like that for a while before Pat suggested that Ben move to the living room couch. He left her reluctantly. But he was already hoping for another chance to fuck her.

While Ben and Pat enjoyed the lingering pleasure of their fucking, Susan lay in bed in horny frustration. She couldn't sleep. When she heard the door open and footsteps in the living room, she realized that Ben had come home from school again.

She was about to slip out of bed to tell him he would have to sleep on the couch, but something stopped her. Listening carefully, she decided to let him find Pat in his bed himself. She heard him go into his room. Then there were voices, but she couldn't make them out.

Maybe she wanted to get back at Ben for spying on her in the bathroom, or maybe she just wanted to see what would happen when he found his aunt in his bed. But she was enjoying the suspense.

When nothing happened, she began to get curious. She went to the door of her bedroom to hear better. There were still indistinguishable voices coming from Ben's room. Then she heard his bed creak.

Susan couldn't believe that Pat had invited the boy into bed with her. Pat was a wild chick, but this was going too far, Susan thought. But if anything interesting was going to happen she wanted to know about it.

Now even the voices had stopped. Susan crept down the hall toward her son's room. The door was slightly open. Sounds of lips smacking and sucking could be heard.

Susan didn't know what to think. Her sister was seducing her son. And just when she'd been fantasizing about a lesbian fling with that woman.

Susan's pussy felt suddenly empty and hungry. She thought of going to Clark, but she didn't want to. He couldn't satisfy the kinky lust she was experiencing now.

"Oh, Ben! Oh-h-h!" Pat was moaning in the dark room.

Susan couldn't help picturing the scene going on in there, and as she did her cunt got even wetter.

She grabbed it and squeezed the juice out onto her hand. Then she lifted her hand to her face, stuck out her tongue, and tasted her own cum.

Without thinking, she went into the kitchen. From a cupboard she pulled out one of the long candles she used for intimate dinners. Warming it in her hands, she went back to her vigil outside Ben's room.

The hallway was drafty, but that wasn't why she was covered with goose bumps. Her naked body shivered with the perversion in her soul.

Listening to the sounds of passion coming from her son and sister, she held the candle between her thighs. It was warm now as it parted the lips of her cunt. She hadn't used a candle as a dildo since she and Pat used them as teenagers.

Although it had been years since the last time, the candle felt familiar as it moved into the slippery tunnel of her twat. She stood there in the hall, in a crouch, and stirred that dildo around. Then she began to pump it.

When the candle touched the very end of her cunt tunnel, Susan heard herself gasp. For a second she was afraid she might be heard by Ben and Pat. But that wasn't likely. They were too busy to pay attention to her.

Susan slid the candle slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. That's the way she and Pat used to do it to each other. Although she was an experienced fucker now, she was glad to find that the candle still had the same old effect on her.

As she fucked herself, her tits jostled heavily on her chest. Her legs began to ache in her weird posture, but the pleasure made it worth it. When she heard her sister groaning and the bed creaking rhythmically, she increased the speed of the candle's jabbing.

Her passion climbed to orgasmic heights. Biting her lips to keep her own moans down, she shivered uncontrollably. She had to lean against the wall when her head burst with blinding pleasure.

Her orgasm left her soaking and cold. But the sounds of fucking were still pouring from the bedroom. Even now she couldn't tear herself away from that sound. So, for the duration, she contented herself with sucking her flavor from the candle.

After Pat's shattering scream, Susan knew it was all over. She tiptoed back to her room and climbed into bed. But the orgasm she had given herself with the candle hadn't satisfied her. She knew that she needed a kinky form of sex to do that.

Susan lay awake for over an hour. Only when she admitted what she wanted to herself did she find peace. She had to fuck her sister and son. Nothing else would do.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Susan had to pretend that she was surprised to see Ben the next morning. When she woke, she had heard Ben and Pat talking over breakfast. Going into the kitchen, she tried to hide her knowledge of their fucking the night before, as well as her lust for both of them.

"So you came home again?" Susan said to her son. "You're going to be expelled from school."

"I don't even care," the boy said. "I told you I hate it there."

"I'm glad he came home," Pat said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance to see him."

And fuck him, Susan said to herself. But she wasn't angry with her sister. Just jealous. Susan poured herself a cup of coffee, but before she could sit down to drink it, Ben was on his way out.

"I'll be back for dinner," he said as he ran out.

"He's quite a boy," Pat said.

"You should know," Susan said.

"Oh, so you heard what went on last night? Are you angry?"

"No, but I was surprised," Susan said.

"So was I," Pat said. "But when I saw him I just couldn't help myself. I do lose control sometimes, you know."

"Well, how is he in bed?" Susan asked. It seemed a strange question to ask about her own son, but she couldn't help asking.

"Terrific. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm."

Susan could imagine Ben throwing all his energy into fucking his aunt. Could she ever turn her boy's raging sex on to her own body, she wondered?

"You're not jealous, air you?" Pat said.

"What? Of your fucking Ben, my own son?"

"Yeah. It happens all the time you know," Pat said. "I have a good friend who has three sons and fucks them all."

Pat could tell by Susan's interest that she was jealous. As she described the incestuous relationship of her friend, Susan listened intently. When Pat finished the story, Susan probed her oh another subject.

"You once told me you made it with other women a few times," she said. "Do you still?"

"Sure," Pat said. "Whenever I find a chick who turns me on."

"Found any lately?"

"Yeah. There was a sweet young girl in San Francisco I used to make it with."

Susan wondered if her sister knew what she was driving at. And even if Pat did know that she wanted to be introduced to lesbianism, would she be willing?

"You know when I was a young girl," Pat said. "In the days when we shoved candles up each other's cunts, my dream was to be able to eat my own cunt. I never told you about it, but I used to practice bending over trying to get my head between my thighs so I could suck myself. I never made it."

Susan shivered as she wondered why Pat was telling her this.

"Eating your cunt would almost be like eating my own," Pat said. "How about it?"

Susan couldn't lift her eyes from her coffee cup. Although her cunt was leaking hot juice into her robe, she was paralyzed. But Pat knew she was going to get what she wanted.

"Now?" Susan finally managed to say. She still hadn't looked up.

"Whenever you like," Pat said. "Why don't you finish your breakfast first?"

"I'm not hungry," Susan said in a quavering voice.

Pat reached across the table and took Susan's hand. That was all Susan needed to break out of her shyness.

"Let's do it now, right away," Susan blurted suddenly. She felt like a teenager again.

Pat smiled lasciviously. She stood up, still holding her sister's hand, and led her to her bedroom. Susan walked clumsily, as though the floor was tilted as in an amusement fun house. But it was only her perverted lust that threw her off balance.

In the bedroom, Pat began undressing. Susan was only wearing a robe. She untied the drawstring and let the robe fall on the floor behind her.

Pat's greedy gaze traveled over her body. And Susan was just as excited by her sister's emerging body. As she watched Pat undress, she made herself comfortable on the bed.

Pat stood on display for a few seconds before joining Susan. Then as she climbed onto the bed, she noticed a candle on the end table. She picked it up and sniffed it.

"Did you lick all the flavor from it?" she asked. "That's too bad."

"I had to amuse myself somehow while you were fucking my son," Susan said.

Pat put the candle down. Now she had other ways to play with a woman's body. She moved close to Susan and put an arm around her. Their tits pressed together in a heap of quivering flesh.

As young girls they had limited their play to sticking candles up each other's pussy. Susan had never before experienced the glory of mingling her tits with another woman's.

When they kissed, Susan realized how much she had missed. Kissing another woman was wonderfully erotic, more gentle and tender than a man's kiss. And the fact that this chick was her sister added a kinky twist to the perversion.

Pat reached into the pressed tit flesh with a groping hand. Susan felt one of her tits taken into a firm but sensitive grip.

"I've always been jealous of your tits," Pat said. "They've always been bigger than mine. Even when we were teenagers."

"But yours are more beautiful," Susan said. "I like the way they turn up at the tips. Mine are just big balloons."

"They feel wonderfully firm and nice," Pat said as her hand gripped tighter.

Susan reached for one of Pat's tits. She had never held a tit other than her own, and she found it a beautiful experience. Now she understood why men were always eager to grab her tits. From now on, she would be just as eager as any guy for a feel.

They pressed their bellies together. Susan felt her sister's, pubic hair tangle with her own. She wondered whether she would eat Pat's cunt after Pat had eaten hers. It did seem like an exciting prospect.

Pat pushed Susan over on her back. Then she lay on top of her as they continued kissing. Susan's tits would spread their bulk over her chest when she lay on her back. Pat's smaller, harder tits poked into them.

Then Pat raised herself. Susan loved looking up at the naked chick on her. She felt she was in her power. When Pat moved down between her legs, air wafted across her gaping cunt. She was ready to join the ranks of lesbian lovers.

"You're beautiful," Pat said as she looked at Susan's body lying before her.

Pat ran a hand over Susan's fuzzy mound. The curly hair bristled, sending shivers through her body. Then Pat spread her thighs wider. Susan loved having her cunt opened to her sister's passionate stare.

"You have a wonderful cunt," Pat said as she ran a finger along the pink gash.

She spread the plump lips with her fingers. Then she diddled one finger between the inner-lips.

Susan had never been handled with such skill and tenderness. Her sister was the most erotic creature imaginable.

Pat licked her lips as she lowered her face to her sister's cunt. Susan shivered in anticipation. She felt her sister's hair fall lightly on her thighs just before she felt her tongue in her salty crack.

"Oh-h-h-h," Susan murmured as her pussy was spread by a lick of Pat's tongue.

Susan immediately was aware of the difference between a woman's lapping and a man's. Pat's tongue had a feminine tenderness about it as it wiggled around in her gash. She would move the very tip of the tongue over the squirming inner-lips and clit for a while, then cover the slot with broad strokes.

Pat brought Susan to the verge of a climax and kept her there by moving her tongue from her clit to the less sensitive areas of her twat. The tongue would probe up her flowing canal, down over her asshole, and around her clit. A few flutters over the clit would make Susan cry out.

"Uh-h-h, Pat," she moaned. "I love the way you do that. O-o-o!"

Susan struggled up into a sitting position to see the action. After getting a glimpse of her sister's tongue moving frantically, she fell back down in a state of bliss.

When Susan felt her sister suck the puckered skin around her clit right into her mouth, she prepared for her orgasm. Pat was keeping Susan's clit gently clamped between her teeth and was brushing the tip of her tongue over it.

Grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, Susan arched her back and trembled. With her clit being worked on like that, she was quickly being devoured by passion. Her ecstasy was multiplying with every tickle of that tongue on her love bud.

"I'm going to come, Pat!" she cried. "You're making me come. Keep going. Yeah-h-h-h-h."

As she came, Susan's body waved like grain in the wind. Her head snapped from side to side. Her orgasm was one of the most beautiful ever and Pat knew how to keep it raging for as long as possible.

Only gradually did the crazed chick come to her senses. Pat lifted her face from the swampy pussy and watched her sister lying in delirium. Her tits shimmered as her chest heaved with her heavy breathing.

"God, t-that was the most-most wonderful orgasm."

But Susan was still too devastated to talk.

"You looked so beautiful when you came," Pat said. "And I could feel your pussy twitching on my face."

Pat remained between Susan's legs, stroking her thighs and waiting for her to recover.

"No man has ever eaten me like that," Susan gasped. "It was fabulous."

"And I loved eating you," Pat said. "Would you like to give it a try?"

Susan froze. She had thought it would come to this. Although she was very impressed with lesbianism so far, she was still a little squeamish about returning the cunt lapping. But she could hardly refuse.

"Sure, I'll eat you," she said.

"Good girl," Pat said giving Susan a loving squeeze on the thigh.

Pat fell back. She spread her legs, opening the way to her cunt to her sister. Susan looked at the waiting mouth in Pat's crotch.

Gathering her courage, she crawled into the damp cunt between those outstretched legs. Susan used to look at her own pussy in a mirror. She realized that her sister's cunt was identical. The inner-lips were exposed just like hers were when she got excited.

The funky odor of the hot juice rose to her nostrils. As Susan neared that slot, Pat spread her legs wider. Now she could see the darkness of the cave inviting her to fill it with her tongue. She could feel the heavy atmosphere hanging over the cunt as she dropped her face toward it.

The pubic hair tickled her nose as her lips touched the tips of the pussy. Susan stuck her tongue out just far enough to feel the crack. Then, pressing it in, she found that the taste of her sister's cunt was the same as her own when she licked it from her fingers.

"That's it, sweetheart," Pat said encouragingly. "M-m-m-m, yeah."

Susan was getting braver. Now she was running the tip of her tongue up and down the cunt crack. She brought a hand to the pussy and spread it. Lifting her head for a second, she looked at the twat to orient herself.

The inner lips were spread like a butterfly. The tunnel entrance was gaping open. Susan put her tongue back into the slot and traced the wishbone shape of the inner-lips. Feeling those slick ridges of wet flesh under her tongue really was exciting. She was beginning to like this perversion very much.

Susan found that she could look up over Pat's stomach and watch her react to the cunt lapping. She saw her sister put her head back with her eyes tightly shut. She knew her tonguing was having an effect on her.

Now that she had her face wedged between Pat's cunt lips, she didn't have to hold them open with her hand. Her hands were free for other things. It seemed natural to reach up to Pat's tits and hold them.

"M-m-m-m," Pat moaned when she felt her tits embraced. She put her own hands over her sister's to keep them there, tightly gripping.

With the pussy spread over her cheeks, Susan was able to reach every corner of it with her exploring tongue. She was a bit shy about reaching up the cunt sleeve, but she did it anyway. The concentrated flavor of cunt juice in that chamber was intoxicating.

With saliva and cunt juice running down her chin and smearing over her cheeks, she felt as though she were swimming. Her face was lubricated by that mixture as she bobbed her head.

Eating a cunt was proving to be an exciting experience. Susan was getting a profound satisfaction from this lesbian game. And the more she lapped, the wilder she got. Her head was bobbing and wiggling as she filled that gash with her twisting tongue.

Now as she looked up over Pat's stomach, she saw that her tongue was driving her into a fit of sexual rapture. Her chest was heaving and throaty sounds of pleasure was drifting from her open mouth.

"Oh-h-h-h, o-o-o-o. Um-m-m-m-m!" Pat moaned softly.

Susan was in the driver's seat and loving it.

Sucking a prick had never given her such a feeling of control. She decided to escalate the attack.

Raising her tongue from the tunnel to the clit, she began to roll that kernel around under the tip of her tongue. As soon as she started that, Pat's moans became louder. Susan's tongue continued licking that little clit with a steady rhythm.

"Oh, I knew you could do it, honey!" Pat cried. "I knew it!"

Susan took her hands from her sister's tits and used them to spread and lift her thighs farther. And she bore down harder on the clit. Now the bed was rocking with Pat's writhing. Bringing another woman to an orgasm with her tongue was making Susan drunk with joy.

"U-u-u-u-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried.

Susan recognized the sound of an orgasm. Pat's moans grew louder and louder, and Susan's tongue began to lick faster. Pat grabbed her own tits now as she shook with climactic pleasure.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried over and over.

Susan lifted her tongue when she heard her sister's moans diminish.

"No," Pat wailed. "Keep sucking! Oh-h-h-h-h!"

Susan put her tongue back to work. She hoped she hadn't spoiled Pat's orgasm by stopping too soon.

"I'm sorry I stopped before you finished coming," Susan said afterwards.

"That's okay. It didn't matter," Pat said. "I can't believe you've never done that before. You're so good at it."

"Oh, thanks," Susan said. "You inspired me."

Susan had crawled up beside her sister. They lay in each other's arms resting from their exertions. Susan had conquered a new world, but she wondered what it would lead to. Should she tell Clark, she wondered?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Susan and Pat spent the rest of the day shopping for antiques. Later they went out to dinner with Ben and Clark. Then they all went to a movie.

Clark asked Susan to come home with him, but she wouldn't. Clark, she knew, was getting horny. He hadn't fucked her in a few days. She wanted to fuck him that night, but she couldn't leave Pat alone with Ben.

Susan didn't understand why she didn't want her sister and son to fuck again. She told herself it was her motherly instinct to protect the boy. But if she had questioned her motives more closely, she would have had to admit she was jealous.

After being introduced to incestuous lesbianism by Pat that morning, she was anxious to try incest with Ben.

They said good-bye to a disappointed Clark in the cab as they got out in front of their building. In the elevator, Ben, Pat and Susan were looking at each other with questioning eyes. They each wondered what might happen next.

Susan knew that Ben would like to get into bed with Pat again, and she wondered if he would feel the same way about her. After all, he had been peeking at her through that crack in his closet.

When they got into the apartment, they all sat down in the living room. Susan asked if anyone would like coffee. But when Pat said she would, Susan sent Ben into the kitchen to make it.

"Why didn't you go home with Clark?" Pat asked. "Protecting Ben from the evil aunt?"

"Don't be silly," Susan said. "I just felt like coming home, that's all."

"I would have gone home with him if he asked me," Pat said. "But I'm happy to be here with you and Ben."

Susan could see that Pat was eager to get into either Ben's or her bed. Never had Susan had so many possibilities for sex. But her focus was on Ben.

They watched television for a while. It was getting late, but Susan showed no signs of going to bed and leaving Ben and Pat alone. Finally Pat said she was going to bed. She said good night to her sister and her nephew, giving each of them a sly smile.

Since Ben was sleeping on the couch, Susan had to ask him if he was tired. He said he was. Susan had to leave the living room to him although she knew that would give the boy a chance to slip into his own bed with Pat.

Susan went into her room, but she left the door open. That way she could see Ben if he tried to go to Pat. If she couldn't seduce her son that night, and it looked like she couldn't, she would have liked to go to Pat herself for more cunt lapping. But she couldn't take a chance of having Ben catch her doing that.

Susan heard Pat and Ben getting ready for bed. They each went into the bathroom in turn, then lights began going out. Although it was soon dark and quiet in the apartment, Susan knew there would soon be some sneaking around.

She didn't have to wait long before her prediction came true. Pat crept out of her room and went into the living room. Susan thought Pat could have waited a while. But she gave her credit for being so bold. If Susan were as bold, she would have fucked that way long ago.

Just as the night before, muffled voices were heard in the dark. But to her surprise, Susan saw a light go on. Did Pat need to see the boy in order to fuck him, she wondered? Or was she luring Susan into peeking?

In any case, Susan had no choice but to slip out of bed and creep to her door. She could look down the hallway to the living room, but she couldn't see the couch. But she could hear better now.

"No, she can't see us," Pat was saying. "Besides, she's asleep. I heard her snoring when I went past her room. I like fucking with the lights on."

Snoring indeed, Susan said to herself. But that proved that Pat wanted her to peek. Susan realized that if she sneaked down the hallway, she could hide behind the room-divider that held her potted plants. From there she would have a clear view of all the action.

She put on her robe and slipped down the hallway. Just as she'd thought, she could watch from behind the room-divider, the ferns hiding her. Pat had turned on the small lamp on the desk so there wasn't too much light -- just enough to enable Susan to watch the fun.

Ben was lying on the couch covered with a light blanket. Pat was sitting on the edge of the couch, naked, leaning over him. They were kissing. Ben was thrilled to get another chance to fuck his aunt. His prick lifted the blanket like a tent.

Pat moved back and began pulling the blanket slowly off him. When his prick poked out, they both giggled. Pat looked down at the twitching monster. Ben was proud of his huge cock, and it was fun showing it off to his sexy aunt.

Pat put her hands on the boy's hips, then slowly brought them together, surrounding that towering prick with gripping finger. Holding the shaft with one hand, she moved the fingers of her other hand over the bloated head. His cock jerked in response.

Pat lifted his balls, slipping her fingertips beneath them and tickled him near the asshole. When Ben saw her licking her lips, he began to hope for the ultimate -- a blow job.

"Such a nice, big prick," Pat said softly. "So beautiful."

She bent down over the swollen thing. Ben could hardly contain his excitement as her face neared his cock. Whew he felt her lips place a kiss right on the tip, he let out a little yelp of pleasure. Pat let go of the prick with her hands, letting it slap against her ups as it throbbed.

She opened her mouth, letting the prick-knob tap against her slightly protruding tongue. Gradually, she opened her mouth wider and took the cock into it.

The sight of Pat's pretty face with his prick stuck into it was almost as thrilling to the boy as the feeling of her hot mouth on it. Pat closed her lips around the prick-tip as her mouth began to fill with saliva.

"Uh-h-h, Aunt Pat. Oh that feels so good," Ben whispered.

She began moving her tongue around the mouthful of cock. Ben shivered as he felt the incomparable sensation of a skilled mouth wrapped around his prick. Her tongue moved with such lively wiggles, and her mouth was so hot he knew there couldn't be anything like this treat.

As she held the prick in her mouth, Pat continued using her hands on the rest of his body. She pumped his loose cock-skin gently and kept his balls in the palm of her hand. It was obvious that she liked sucking and playing with his prick and balls.

When Ben saw Pat take her mouth from his prick and felt the cool air on the wet cockhead, he felt a pang of disappointment. But that feeling was relieved when Pat kissed her way down his shaft and took his balls into her mouth. She held them carefully as though they were delicate china.

Ben was amazed to hear his aunt humming suddenly. But when he felt the vibrations of her voice in his balls, he understood. His balls tinged as though an electric current were passing through them.

While Pat hummed on his balls, she held his prick with both hands like a baseball bat. Ben realized that she knew how to give him the most pleasure every second.

"I never felt anything like this," Ben whispered. "It's fantastic."

After humming for a while, Pat took the cock into her mouth again. But now rather than merely bathe it in saliva and wiggle her tongue over the tip, she moved her head up and down. When Ben felt his prick fucking her mouth, sliding over her tongue and through her lips, he began pumping his hips slightly in an involuntary motion.

Just as he thought nothing could be better than the treatment he was getting, he felt Pat slip a hand under his balls to his ass. His asscheeks tensed at her sexy touch. But when her fingers pried between the cheeks, Ben gasped loudly.

With her other hand, Pat spread his thighs, which spread his cheeks enough to get her finger to the puckered entrance to his asshole. She wiggled her finger tip over that hole.

Ben had stuck his finger up his own ass occasionally when he jerked oft but the thought of his aunt doing it to him was incredible. He tried to relax his sphincter so she could penetrate the tight hole, but in his condition of arousal it wasn't easy.

Pat pulled her hand out from under his ass and lifted her head from his cock. But after drooling some saliva on her middle finger, she took up her old position. Her mouth surrounded the prick again, and her wet finger pressed against his asshole.

It was amazing what a little spit could do, Ben thought as he felt her finger pierce his rectum. His asshole stretched over the finger as it invaded him.

With her finger wiggling up his ass, the blow-job was more fantastic than ever. Ben held his aunt's head as it moved up and down over his crotch. As her head descended, his cock slid over her tongue to the back of her throat. As she lifted her head, she dragged the loose skin up slightly and tugged at the fat head.

"Oh, shit," Ben gasped. "Uh-h-h, I never felt anything SO... so... Uh-h-h-h."

Pat could tell by the way his asshole was chomping down on her finger that he was going to come soon. Her head was moving with a steady rising and falling motion. Her finger was massaging the lining of his asshole.

Ben was in ecstasy. His orgasm was charging up from the depths of his body. He held a hand over his mouth to keep from grunting loudly enough to wake his mother.

Meanwhile, his mother was watching the whole scene. Behind the ferns, Susan was reaching up her pussy with a stirring finger. Her other hand was shoved up her ass in imitation of Pat's technique on her son.

When Ben came, Susan could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that his ecstasy was intense. She had never seen a man's body whiplash like his did.

He finally came to a halt and lay limply, breathing hard. Pat lifted her face, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood.

When Susan saw Pat coming her way she shrank back into the darkness. But there was no way she could hide. Pat looked at her, but kept walking. Susan tiptoed back to her room, timing her footsteps with Pat's so Ben wouldn't hear her.

When she got into bed, she was shivering. A few days before she had been a typical widowed mother. Now she was in the middle of a sexual storm. It was exciting, but she wondered where it would lead.

CHAPTER NINE

Susan had a bad case of jealousy. Her sister had fucked her son and sucked him off, while she had only been a spectator. And now her incestuous passion was raging out of control.

She was watching them both with a sharp eye, catching every wink and smile. If only Pat would go away, Susan figured, she could have the boy to herself. But she wouldn't throw her sister out of her apartment, and Ben had to be back in school the very next day.

It was Sunday. They all lounged around the living room reading the paper. When the phone rang, Susan asked Ben to answer it so she wouldn't have to leave him and Pat alone even for a second.

But Ben came back saying the call was for her. It was Clark. As Susan went into the kitchen where the phone was, she could feel her cunt aching for a stiff prick to fill it. And she knew what Clark wanted to fulfill her desire.

He asked her to come to his place that afternoon. "I miss your sweet cunt, honey," he said. "I've had a hard-on all morning."

"Why don't you come over here?" Susan asked. "Maybe we can all go out together."

"I don't want to go on any field trips with your sister and kid," he said. "I want to fuck you. Come on now, be a nice girl and come over here. Ben and Pat can amuse themselves for a while."

Susan knew all too well, that they could amuse themselves, but she couldn't tell Clark that. She merely said that she had to spend the day with her sister and son.

"Are you sure you don't want to come over here, though?" she asked him again.

"No thanks," he said. "I'll just stay here and jerk off. Or maybe I'll take a walk downtown and check out the local talent."

Susan felt terrible. Clark had sounded pretty pissed off and she couldn't blame him. Still, she couldn't leave Ben and Pat -- her jealously was too strong.

"I think I'll go for a walk," Pat said when Susan came back into the living room.

Susan couldn't believe her luck. Now she would have a chance to be alone with Ben. But would she have the nerve to fuck him, she wondered? Ordinarily she wouldn't. Now, however, her incestuous lust was strong enough to carry her through.

"Can I go along?" Ben asked.

Shit, Susan said to herself. Was Pat trying to get the boy away from her? If so, she told herself she would invite herself along too. There was no way she was going to let Pat have another chance at the boy now that she was dying for him.

"No, I think I'd better go alone," Pat said. "I want to check out the windows on Fifth Avenue, and I think you would find it boring."

Susan could have kissed Pat for that. As Pat left the apartment, she gave her sister a look that seemed to say good luck.

Now that Susan was alone with the object of her kinky desires, though, she found that she didn't know how to proceed. Pat hadn't had any trouble, she told herself, but that didn't help.

Then she got an idea.

"I think I'll take a shower," she said.

She knew the boy would go to his closet and peek through the wall at her. And she would give him a show that would leave him drooling.

She went to her room to undress. Then in her robe, she went to the bathroom. On the way, she checked the living room to see if Ben was still there. He was. But Susan knew he would be at his peeping hole when he heard the bathroom door close.

Once in the bathroom, she gave the boy a moment to get into the closet before she took her robe off. She listened carefully, but wasn't sure if she could hear him or not.

When she took her robe off, though, she could practically feel his horny gaze on her body. She knew where the crack was on the bathroom side of the wall. Since it was a thin line between two titles, she had never noticed it. But now she made sure she played to that view.

Before leaning over to turn on the water, she grabbed her tits and watched in the mirror as the pliable flesh oozed through her fingers. Then she brushed her fingers over the nipples until they were stiff and protruding. She knew Ben would be impressed with her tits after playing with Pat's much smaller ones.

She bent over to turn on the water. But this time she stuck her ass out toward the crack in the wall even though that position was somewhat unnatural. While the tub filled, Susan leaned on the sink, facing the crack in the wall, and played idly with her tits and pubic hair.

The thought of jerking off occurred to her. After all, now that Ben was getting fucked and sucked, he might need more than just the sight of her naked body to turn him on.

The thought of bringing herself off in the boy's view made her pussy wet. She knew he'd watched her fuck herself before, but then she hadn't known about the crack in the wall. It would be terribly exciting to jerk off knowing his eyes were on her.

The fingers Susan had been combing through her cuntal curls now began to creep between her thighs. She spread her legs and reached a finger up her cunt. Imagining the boy on the other side of the wall watching her and grabbing his prick made her all the more horny.

But Susan wanted to give him an even better show. The crack was rather high, so he wouldn't be able to look up her twat. Lying in the tub, she could give him a good view, but then her cunt would be distorted by the water.

Suddenly, she got the clever idea of climbing on the toilet and watching herself in the mirror. That way she could give Ben a great view of a weird performance. Standing on the toilet, she swung the mirror into position. She tried to give Ben two views of her pussy-tickling -- one directly and one in the mirror.

She lifted one leg to the top of the tank of the toilet. Finally, she was satisfied that she was in a weird enough position. She could see the shining gash between her legs with her finger in it, and she hoped Ben could see as much. Then she began pumping her finger in and out. It was soon glistening with the leaking cunt cream.

With her free hand, she scooped, up a wobbling tit. Now she worked on giving herself a powerful I orgasm. From her experiences with Pat, she knew that there was no better sight to bring the passions to a boil than the sight of a chick in the throes of an orgasm.

It wasn't long before she was shaking in ecstasy. She had to let go of her tit to grab the wall in order to keep from falling. She felt her tit bounce and sway on her chest when she dropped it, and she knew that would look beautiful to the horny kid.

She didn't hold back her wails of bliss, either, although she pretended to try. She only hoped that if Ben jerked off while watching her, he would have enough sexual energy left when she confronted him.

When Susan had had her climax and was climbing off the toilet, the bathtub had almost overflowed. She had to drain some water before she could climb into it. Once she was in, though, the water was higher than usual, and her tits floated like balloons.

She bathed quickly. Now that both she and Ben were on the road to incest, she wanted to hurry it along. But she washed and dried herself with as much sexiness as she could so Ben would be wild even after jerking off.

Susan planned to leave the bathroom quickly and go right into his room. With luck, she could catch him with his prick in hand. That seemed the best way to seduce him, she thought.

She was barely dry when she threw her robe around her and left the bathroom. To her surprise, Ben's bedroom door was wide open. Susan felt a sharp pang of disappointment. Hadn't he bothered to peek at her after all?

She went to the living room when she found him still lying on the floor, on his stomach, looking at the newspaper. He looked up at her, smiled, then looked down at the paper again.

Susan was devastated. Her jealousy overcame her capacity to restrain it.

"What's the matter?" she asked Ben sternly. "Ever since your aunt has been fucking you you're not interested in peeking at me?"

Ben looked up at her with horror on his face. When Susan saw his stricken look, she realized what she had done. She had never lost control of herself like that before.

Ben jumped up and ran to his room. He slammed the door so hard the pictures on the walls jumped. Susan was left standing there with her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

She had to try to patch things up, she realized. Otherwise, her son would never forgive her. She went to his door and knocked. There was no answer.

She opened the door and saw Ben lying on his bed, face down.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Susan said.

The boy didn't move. Susan walked toward him.

"I heard you and Pat fucking the first night she arrived. And last night I couldn't resist peeking into the living room while she was blowing you." Susan spoke softly, as though she were coaxing a shy kitten. She was afraid Ben would run out of the apartment.

"I guess I was jealous. In fact I know I was," she I continued. "When I, was hanging up Pat's things in your closet, I noticed the crack. I even spied on her through it. And just now, I, well, I was hoping you were watching me in the bathroom. I put on quite a show."

Ben looked up at her, but remained quiet. Susan's heart raced as she saw that her son was willing to listen to her.

"So when I found that you weren't peeking at me, I felt hurt, jealous. That's why I said what I did," she said. "You understand, don't you?"

By the time she'd said all that, Susan was beside Ben's bed. Her robe was falling open and the boy was staring at her exposed tits.

"Yeah, I understand, Mom," he said. "It's all right. But I was peeking at you just now. I saw you standing on the toilet, jerking off, and it drove me wild, even after fucking Aunt Pat. After I watched you take your bath, I went back to the living room. Then you came in."

"Oh, I'm such a foolish old woman," Susan said.

She sat down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. She had never felt more ridiculous. But having the truth out in the open was like a breath of fresh air.

Ben's hand on her shoulder made Susan look up from her lap where she'd been staring ashamedly. Their eyes met. It was immediately clear to both of them that their longing was mutual.

Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. Neither of them knew who made the first move. It had been spontaneous. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues intertwined. Susan was pulled down on top of Ben, her tits loose and covering his chest with their ample mass.

Being in the embrace of that young stud was like being caught up in a cyclone, Susan thought. His hands dragged her robe up over her ass and grabbed the wide cheeks. His mouth was opened wide and his tongue reached deeply into her mouth.

They rolled over so Susan was on the bottom. Ben wiggled down her body until his face was buried in her tits. With his hands and mouth, he attacked those mountains of softness with eager greed.

"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," he said just before stuffing a silver dollar-sized nipple into his mouth.

Ben devoured her tit like a starving beggar would devour a steak. After having her sister nibble at her tits with feminine tenderness, her son's voracious appetite for her boobs amazed and thrilled her.

Ben's head wagged from side to side as he forced more and more tit into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands also kept busy on those fleshy melons. But Susan had to interrupt him. She had to have him undress.

"Take your clothes off, honey," she said.

She wasn't sure the boy could pull himself away from his feast, but those words coming from his own mother had such a sexy effect on him that he was able to stop. Jumping off the bed, he tore at his clothes desperately. Susan almost laughed. But she was much too interested in the sight of his cock. She slipped out of her robe.

The sight of Ben's prick standing before him and hopping up and down was burned into her consciousness forever, even though she only got a quick look at it. As soon as the boy stepped out of his underpants, he leaped on top of her again.

When Susan felt his bone pressing into her thigh, she knew what she was in for. She hadn't felt a cock that size in her cunt since Ben's father died.

"Oh, Ben, Ben, Ben!" she muttered deliriously as he continued gobbling up her jugs.

Now, as he sucked her tits, Ben reached down to her crotch. Taking the plump mound into his strong hand, he sent a finger smoothly up her flowing cunt tunnel. The practice he'd had on his aunt's pussy came in handy.

Susan spread her legs. Having her son's finger reaching up her cunt was a thrill. She especially loved the way he ground the palm of his hand on her pussy over her clit as he fingerfucked her.

Remembering the scene she witnessed the night before, Susan's mouth began to water in hunger for his prick. Although his mouth was doing wonderful things to her tits, she would have to forego that pleasure for a greater one.

"Ben, let me suck you," she said as she began crawling toward his crotch. "Leave your finger in my cunt, though."

Ben found his mother swiveling around so her crotch was near his face and her head was at his prick. This is what he'd been waiting for -- a chance to study a cunt in broad daylight.

But he couldn't study it without distraction. He felt his mother's hand grab his prick, then her mouth surrounded it. Once again the boy had the pleasure of having his prick in the hot and wet grip of a sucking mouth.

"M-m-m-m-m," Susan sighed with satisfaction when her mouth was filled.

Even with his head spinning with ecstasy, Ben could examine the cunt in front of him. His finger was still sunk in its depths. He could see how the cunt was spread as the mound was swollen with his mother's excitement. Pink ridges of slippery flesh surrounded the inserted finger.

Ben stuck his other hand into her crotch and spread the gash farther. Now it was opened like a blooming flower. He could see now all those folds and creases that he had discovered in his aunt's twat with his fingers in the dark.

With his middle finger remaining up the cunt-tube, he put his thumb on the fold of skin that hid the clitoris. Just as his aunt had jerked her body when he touched her clit, his mother now did likewise. He could make her whole body shake merely by wiggling his thumb.

But the sensations of having his cock sucked began to overcome the pleasure of studying that snatch. His mother was every bit as skillful at cocksucking as his aunt. Her mouth was squeezing his cock-head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she would snake her tongue around beneath the prick-knob.

Ben began to breathe deeply in passionate excitement. And the air he breathed was damp with his mother's cunt odor. As the smell grew stronger, he was filled with a longing to taste the source of it.

He had heard the guys at school joking about cunt lapping. He never thought it could be much fun to suck a twat, but now he couldn't resist. It seemed like the next logical step.

He pulled his finger from the deep pit it had been swimming in. Then, holding his mother's thighs wide open, he moved his head between them. As he brought his mouth within licking distance of that pussy mound, he almost forgot about the ecstasy of the blow job he was receiving in his wild lust.

When Susan felt his first tentative laps, she thought of her first cunt-sucking experience the day before. But like everything else Ben did, he was soon filling her pussy with powerful, energetic tongue strokes.

Mother and son lay there writhing with the pleasure of each other's mouth on the most sensitive inches of their bodies. Roth of their heads were moving to add friction and length to their tongue strokes.

Ben knew right away that cunt-lapping was an important discovery for him. He thought fucking and getting blow jobs was all there was to sex, but now he knew differently. With his mother's thighs around his head, he was washing his face in her fragrant juice.

When he sent his tongue up her cunt-tube he felt her body react as though he were sticking his prick up there. Then he slid his tongue up to her clit. That made her whole body quake with even more force than it had when he had touched that clit with his finger. As Ben settled down with routine tongue swipes, he began concentrating on his prick. His mother used a slightly different sucking technique than his aunt had used.

Susan was taking his prick deep down her throat. At the same time, she was doing wonderful things to his balls with her hand. Ben realized that his mother was going to drive him wild with her mouth, but not bring him off. He decided to do the same to her, so he used his tongue on her tunnel and inner-lips, but stayed away from her clit.

Ben and Susan kept at it until they were both almost insane with passion. Then Susan couldn't resist any longer. She had to have that prized cock up her snatch.

"Fuck me now!" she said when she took her mouth from his prick.

When Ben lifted his face from that soaking crotch. He felt how wet it had become. There was cum juice all over his cheeks and chin, and it was running down his neck. As Susan rolled over on her back and spread her legs, he tried to wipe it up, but there was just too much of it.

It seemed incredible to see his mother's familiar face over that very unfamiliar body. Although he'd been watching her lake baths for some time, she looked different spread out beside him on the bed.

He dropped down on top of her. Her gigantic tits buoyed his body as he guided his prick to her gaping twat. This time, he had no trouble at all sinking the tool into that tunnel.

"Oh, Ben, I love it!" Susan said.

Her pussy had to do some stretching to accommodate that big cock. And when he began pumping, she could feel her cunt lining being tugged and shoved.

With his cock in the depths of a cunt again, Ben was seized by a fit of powerful lust. His body seemed to be acting automatically. He braced his knees on the bed so he could drive his cock with steady and forceful thrusts.

After the sucking that prick had received, it didn't take him long to feel his climax blooming. The same was true of his mother. They were blasting off to heaven together.

"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Susan wailed louder and louder.

"Mom! Uh, Mom! I'm going to come!" Ben gasped.

He felt her cunt gripping his prick just as his prick began firing gobs of gism into her. Their hips came together with violence as pure bliss filled them.

Ben hated to stop. Even when he had run out of cum his hips kept jerking. But finally his strength was gone. He relaxed on the pillows of his mother's tits.

"That was the best fuck I've had in a while," Susan said.

"Better than Clark?" Ben asked.

"Well, just as good," Susan said. She didn't want the boy to get a swelled head. But being devastated by him was more exciting than Clark's more civilized fucking.

"Did you fuck me because Aunt Pat did?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so. I guess I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. But before Pat came, I didn't think it was possible."

"Can we fuck all the time now?" Ben asked.

CHAPTER TEN

When Pat left the apartment she had no intention of going window shopping on Fifth Avenue. There was something else she wanted to do. She went to the first phone booth she saw and called Clark. If Susan wasn't going to take advantage of his obvious horniness, then she was.

"Hi, Clark, it's Pat," she said when he answered. "I'd like to come over and see you if you're not busy."

"Well, I was just going out, but only because I had nothing else to do. Come on over," he said.

He was going to be easy pickings, Pat told herself as she caught a cab. She hoped Susan was getting somewhere with Ben. Susan was a nice chick, Pat thought. But she has to learn to go after what she wants.

Pat knew that Susan would be jealous of her if she fucked Clark. But she could explain it and it would be all right. Especially if Susan fucked her son as Pat knew she was dying to do. If Susan didn't fuck Ben, maybe Pat wouldn't tell her about visiting Clark.

When Clark opened his door, Pat knew he was as eager as she was to have some fun. She decided to come right to the point.

"Things were getting pretty dull over at Susan's," she said. "So I thought I'd see if there was more excitement here."

"I'm glad you came," Clark said. "What's the matter with that sister of yours, anyhow? She doesn't want to see me, at least not alone."

"I think she's too concerned with keeping an eye on me and her son," Pat said.

"Why?" Clark asked. "Does she think you're interested in the boy?"

"I am interested in him. As a matter of fact, I've already turned my interest into a few good hours of fun."

"What? You mean you've fucked Ben?" Clark asked incredulously.

"Sure. Why not? He's old enough to be very grateful for my attention," she said.

"Well, sure he is, but that doesn't mean. No wonder Susan is keeping her eye on you."

"But she isn't watching me now," Pat said with a lascivious smile.

"I see," Clark said.

Pat was wandering around the room as she spoke. Clark's eyes followed every move, and Pat made sure she showed him her best angles.

"But I don't think Susan is watching me only to protect Ben," she said. "I think she's jealous."

"Jealous? Of you and Ben? You mean she's interested in her son the same way you are?" Clark asked.

Pat laughed. She loved stirring up the shit. She always had.

"Could be. Ben's a good-looking, horny kid, after all," she said.

"You're crazy," Clark said. "Beautiful, sexy, but crazy."

"Maybe. But let's fuck."

Pat laughed again as she saw Clark's expression. Apparently the guy wasn't used to the direct approach. It would have been too easy to seduce him in the usual way: smiles, double-entendres, sitting close to him on the couch. She wanted a challenge. Besides, if she stirred him up a bit, he would fuck her with more savagery. He might even prove to be as exciting as Ben had been.

"You're pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"

"Yep," Pat said. She sat down on the couch and assumed a submissive position.

"Well maybe you shouldn't be so confident," Clark said. "You could be in for a disappointment."

"Oh, you aren't going to turn me down, are you?" she asked with mockery in her voice.

"You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?" Clark said. "Since you arrived, you accused Susan of lusting after her son, admitted seducing a teenage kid, and tried to seduce me in the most blatant, unimaginative way. You really are nuts."

"Come on, honey," Pat said, ignoring Clark's outburst. "Let's get undressed."

She could see that the guy was steaming. When he turned his anger into passion, he was going to be a real dynamo. She reached for the top button of her tailored blouse and opened it.

Then she opened the next button, and the next.

Clark stood in the middle of the room, staring at her. He didn't know what to do. She was such a bitch, he felt like throwing her out of his place. But he was horny. And maybe fucking Susan's sister would be a good idea. After all, Susan had been refusing him lately. This might teach her a lesson.

As Pat pulled her blouse off, she knew exactly what Clark was thinking. He was going to fuck her all right, she knew. And because he was pissed off, he would try to show off.

When Pat saw the way he opened his belt and pulled down his fly, she felt a buzz of excitement in her pussy. Clark was acting like a general sending his army into battle. Her strategy had worked perfectly.

She stood and lowered her skirt. Clark popped a button off his shirt in his enthusiasm.

She pulled her pantyhose down over her hips, then sat down to take them from her legs. Then she lifted her ass just enough to slip her panties down. When she pulled her feet through them, she threw them at Clark.

She had aimed at his face, but he was too far away. The panties hit him in the chest. But he caught them, and lifted them to his face. Pat was fairly impressed with that kinky gesture.

Clark threw the panties on a chair and continued undressing. Pat remained on the couch, sitting with her legs spread. As Clark came toward her, she got off the couch, and rested on her knees in front of him before he could sit down beside her.

His cock was just rising as she took it into her hands and stuck the tip into her mouth. A quick start could be very exciting, she knew. She began munching on the prick hungrily.

"What's the hurry?" Clark asked.

"I've got twelve other guys to fuck this afternoon," she said, pulling the cock from her mouth momentarily.

"You really are a bitch," Clark said.

"Mm hum," she answered with her mouth full.

As she sucked, her fingers went to the crack of Clark's ass. Running them along that crevice, she began to sink them between his tense cheeks. Clark spread his legs farther so she could reach his asshole.

In another few seconds. Pat had a finger wedged up that tight hole. His prick was sliding nicely over her tongue. She wondered if she should bring him off right away. Was he a big enough heel to throw her out after he came? Or would he bring her off too?

She decided to take a chance. Bobbing her head quickly, she applied as much friction to his cock as she could. The finger up his ass would help, she realized.

Clark began to sway as he stood there with his cock engulfed in her mouth. He was holding onto her head, but since it was moving back and forth rapidly, it didn't offer much support.

"W-wait," Clark gasped. "Let me come in your cunt!"

Pat stopped sliding the cook in and out of her mouth. If Clark didn't want her to drink his gism, that was all right with her. But she had other ideas.

Dropping the cock from her mouth, Pat turned around on her knees and leaned over the seat of the couch. Her ass was sticking out in an obvious invitation. The fuzzy lips of her cunt protruded from beneath the round asscheeks.

Clark dropped to his knees behind her. But as he felt for her cunt she told him what she wanted.

"Stick it up my ass," she said.

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks. Looking down, Clark saw the puckered hole she wanted him to fill. It sounded like an exciting idea, and he brought his bucking prick to that ring.

His cock was still wet with her saliva, so when he pressed it to her asshole, it began to enter without much difficulty. Clark watched it vanish into that tight chamber.

"O-o-o-o-o, that feels so good," Pat whispered.

When his pubic hair was tickling her cheeks, Clark leaned back. Their bodies were lined up perfectly, his body behind and on top of hers. Then he began pumping.

As he pulled and pushed his rod in that narrow, dry passage, Clark's climax neared. Pat could tell by the way his prick was jerking inside her that he was going to come.

His prick began sliding much easier as his gism began to lubricate his pumping. He gasped and groaned and kept ramming his spewing cock until it was spent.

"Oh, baby, m-m-m-m," Pat cooed. "Can you keep going?"

"I don't think so," Clark said. "I'm getting soft."

It was true. Pat could feel the prick buckling as he tried to stuff it up her ass again. Finally, it slipped out entirely.

Pat moved onto the couch and sat with her ass at the edge. She spread her thighs. Clark was still on his knees before her, and gasping for breath.

"Don't leave me like this," she said hoarsely. "Eat me!"

Pat wiggled her hips in suspended passion, waiting for Clark to release her. She knew a nice guy like him wouldn't hesitate to come to the rescue of a woman in distress.

She was right. Although he was panting from his orgasm and limp, he leaned forward and put his face between her thighs. He dabbed at her cunt with his tongue as he continued panting for breath.

"Yeah, that's it," Pat said. "O-o-o-o-o-o!"

Clark put his hands under Pat's thighs and lifted them. That brought her cunt higher toward his licking tongue. Since she had been in such a hurry, he put the tip of his tongue right on her clit and wiggled it.

As he stirred pleasure into her clit with his tongue, he watched her reacting to the treatment. Her eyes were at half-mast, her mouth was hanging open, and her head was thrown back. Her small tits were shaking with a faster motion than her sister's larger jugs.

"Oh-h-h-h, baby!" she gasped. "Oh-h-h-h! OH-H-H-H!"

Clark had to hold on tightly as her body twisted and jerked. He was glad to see that she could act like a wanton woman as well as a bitch. He drilled his tongue as hard and fast as he could on the hard, little bud.

Pat was kicking her legs wildly in the air over Clark's head. Her back was arched and she grasped his head. Loud, eerie moans filled the room. It was quite, a sight, Clark realized as he watched her over the horizon of her pubic patch.

"No more!" she suddenly screamed as she tried to pull her cunt away from his face.

But Clark decided to hold on and keep drilling her clit with his tongue.

"Yeeeeeo-w-w-w!" Pat screamed. "Please, Clark. No-o-o-o-o!"

He finally relented. He could imagine how her clit felt after a smashing climax.

Pat scurried away as soon as he let go. Grabbing her twat in her hands, she held it like a wound.

"Oh, wow," Pat breathed. "Oh, I thought I was going to lose my mind!"

Clark followed her onto the couch. The cunt lapping had stiffened his prick again, and he intended to use it. Taking her hand away from her pussy, he lowered himself on top of her.

"Hey, give me a breather," she said. "Really. My cunt is just too tender."

"Look, you came here with your twat on a silver platter," Clark said. "Now you're trying to put a lid on it?"

"Come on, honey," Pat said. "I just need a few minutes to..."

But Clark wasn't waiting. Pinning her down with his hands on her tits and the weight of his hips, he brought his prick to the trembling lips of her cunt.

Her mound was soaked with juice and his saliva. His prick almost flew up her tunnel when he thrust.

"OH!" Pat hollered. "Oh, oh, ahhhh!"

Clark knew it would take a lot of pumping to bring him off again, so he began without further delay. With a rhythmic pistoning motion of his hips, his cock stretched her twat. Every time Pat felt his big cock fill her, she let out a desperate wail.

Clark held his body off Pat's, supporting himself on his knees and arms. That way, he could look down and watch her absorb the shocks of his powerful lunges. And with each lunge, her tits shook, her face tightened, and she moaned.

He had hardly begun when he felt her pussy gripping his sliding prick with spasms. She was going to be in for a long ordeal, Clark thought. He hoped she would enjoy it as much as he was going to.

Clark already felt the glow of sexual joy in his pumping cock. It might take a while, but his next orgasm was going to be a beauty.

"How does it feel?" he asked the woman beneath him.

"Divine," Pat sighed between moans. "Terrific, wonderful. Oh-h-h!"

Clark's thrusts were speeding up gradually. His prick was going high up her snatch and bumping into the end of the cunt. With every stroke, his balls swung and bounced against her ass.

In his position, high over her body, Clark could see his shaft flashing between their pubic hairs. It shone with a coating of her slippery cum juice. Then it would disappear as their crotches came crashing together.

Pat was enjoying looking up at Clark, too. His face was taking on the expression of intense lust. Sweat was appearing on his upper lip.

"I'm going to come!" Pat said suddenly. "Eeeeeeah-h-h-h-h-h!"

As she screamed in bliss, Clark felt a flurry of cuntal spasms on his prick. His orgasm was sneaking up on him, too. But Pat would have time to come again, if she could manage it.

Pat writhed in the grip of her orgasm for several seconds, then calmed down. But before long, she began writhing and screaming again.

"I'm going to come again!" she screamed.

"Yeah, I'm going to come too!" Clark said.

Their voices rose in a kinky chorus. Bucking and jerking, their bodies were taken over by their intense ecstasy. Clark could see the muscles in Pat's stomach tightening as she was hit by waves of pleasure. Then he collapsed on top of her as his strength drained through his spewing prick.

"Well, I asked for it and I certainly got it," Pat said. "You can really fuck."

"You're not too bad yourself," Clark answered in the spirit of Pat's fun.

Clark got off the damp body below him. He tried to act as though the fucking hardly mattered to him, but he was wobbling on his feet.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Sure. Whatever you're having is fine," Pat said.

"I suppose you'll tell Susan about this?" Clark said.

"If it comes up in conversation. You weren't planning on keeping it a secret, were you?" Pat asked with an edge in her voice.

"As a matter of fact, I would prefer it that way. I'm very fond of your sister, and I don't want any hassles."

"I don't think you know Susan very well," Pat said. "As a matter of fact, I think she's going through a lot of changes. She may even be going through one right this minute."

"If you mean that stuff about her and her son, I'm not interested. That's just your own perversion spilling over onto your sister," Clark said.

"Have it your own way," Pat said. "But if you were willing to share her with Ben, you might avoid some problems."

Pat didn't want too cause trouble for Susan. However, she knew that Susan was going to fuck Ben, if not that afternoon, then soon. And if Clark knew about it, it would save them both a lot of anguish.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fortunately, Susan didn't ask Pat where she had spent the afternoon. Pat hadn't quite decided what to reply to that question if it had been put to her. Now she wouldn't have to. But Pat had a question she was dying to ask.

Susan was alone in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Ben was in his room. Pat went into the kitchen and picked a piece of carrot from the salad Susan was making.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

"What?" Susan asked innocently.

Pat felt a tingle run through her. The way her sister was acting made it obvious that she had scored with Ben. But Pat was intent on making her admit it.

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about," she said.

"I don't," Susan insisted.

"Well, if you want to keep it a secret, that's your privilege."

"I'm not keeping any secrets from you, Pat. I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said.

"Okay, have it your way," Pat said.

Pat had decided to approach the subject from another direction. But that would have to wait until later.

When they sat down to eat, Pat studied Ben. The boy didn't look at her the same way he had before. That confirmed her suspicions.

"Did you see anything interesting this afternoon?" Susan asked her sister, just to make conversation.

Pat almost said that she had seen something very interesting. But then she decided to give the pot another stir.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I didn't go window shopping after all. I stopped in to see Clark."

Susan's face went blank. Her fear of competition was clearly written in her eyes. Pat merely smiled slightly and passed the potatoes.

"Did you have a nice time?" Susan asked, struggling to keep her voice from shaking.

"Very," was all Pat said in reply.

Ben looked from one woman to the other. He didn't like being a pawn in their game, but what the hell -- he was getting fucked.

Susan didn't say much more during dinner. Ben was quiet too. That left Pat's small talk as the only sound.

"I'm going to the movie that's playing around the corner this evening," Pat announced after dinner. "And don't worry, Susan. I'm not going to see Clark."

"I wasn't worried," Susan said. But of course she was.

Actually, Pat had no intention of going out at all. But she had a plan. Making a big display of getting ready to go out, she tried on different coats, asked everyone how, she looked, then changed again. When she was finally ignored by Ben and Susan who were busy in the kitchen cleaning up, she said good-bye. She opened the door, then slammed it without going on.

Pat went to Ben's room. Now if Susan and Ben fucked again, she would join them. And if Susan went to Clark's to find out what was going on, Ben would be all hers. She couldn't help smiling to herself when she thought of the fun she was going to have.

She was already enjoying her game. As she quietly hung up her coat, she could hear Ben and Susan talking in the kitchen. She would have bet they were talking about her, and she loved to eavesdrop. She went to the bedroom door to hear better.

"Are you mad at Aunt Pat for going over to Clark's today?" Ben was asking.

"No, not really," Susan said. "Pat has been doing that sort of thing to me since we were teenagers."

"Do you think she fucked him?"

"No," Susan said. "She just wants to make me jealous."

Pat could hear the uncertainty in Susan's voice, even from the distance from which she was listening.

"It's all so confusing," Ben said. "But I'm having a great time."

"So am I," Susan said. "I just hope it lasts."

"Can we fuck again tonight?" Ben asked.

Pat smiled when she heard the boy say that. And she hoped Susan would say yes.

"Ben, your hands are wet. Come on now, let's finish the dishes first," Susan said.

Pat pictured the boy grabbing his mother. Good boy, she thought. Grabbing her own tits, she could hardly wait for the coming orgy. When she heard footsteps, she ducked into Ben's closet. But they went into Susan's room.

Pat came out of the closet and went back to the door. Faintly, sounds of kissing were coming from Susan's room. Pat would give them time to get good and wrapped up in passion before making her appearance. That way, Susan would be less likely to throw her out.

When Pat heard the rustle of clothing from the next room, she took off her own clothes.

"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," Ben was saying.

Pat felt a twinge of jealousy when she heard that. Maybe that was one reason she liked to give her sister a hard time, she thought.

"I get my tits from my father's side of the family," Susan said. "Your Grandma Jones had the biggest jugs I've ever seen."

There wasn't any more conversation. That was a good sign, Pat thought. Still, she would wait a little longer. Meanwhile, she grabbed her cunt with one hand and a tit with the other.

Before long, Pat found that her lust wouldn't let her wait another second. Creeping into the hall, she peeked into Susan's room. The sight that met her eyes made her cunt drool. Susan was lying on her back, and Ben had his face buried in her tits.

The sounds of tit-sucking made Pat even more eager to get into that scene. She was surprised at her own nervousness, though. To bolster her courage, she lifted a hand from her cunt to her face and breathed in the odor of her cunt.

Fortified with the smell of sex in her nostrils, she strolled into her sister's room. Susan lifted her head from the pillow and stared at her in amazed disbelief Ben, sensing that something was happening, looked at his mother's face. Then he followed her gaze to Pat's naked body.

"I thought you went out," Susan said.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I changed my mind," Pat said.

Susan's face showed a little anger, but a lot of lust. She was already hot from her preliminaries with Ben, and the sight of her sister's body added to her passion.

Ben, naturally, was grinning with lustful happiness. The idea of having both these chicks at the same time was fantastic.

"Let me join you two," Pat said and walked slowly toward the bed.

"Why not?" Susan said.

Actually, Susan was eager to get her hands on Pat again. But she didn't want to show it. She was still jealous.

Pat got on the bed opposite from Ben. The boy was staring wide-eyed as Pat touched one of Susan's huge tits. Then she lowered her face to her sister's and kissed her hungrily.

"Your mother and I have already had a fling," Pat said to Ben.

The boy went back to the tit he'd been sucking, but he kept his eyes on his aunt. As he filled his mouth with a hard nipple, he saw Pat do the same.

The sight of the lesbian action had a profound effect on the boy. He opened his mouth wider and gobbled up more tit flesh as though he were in a contest with his perverted aunt. With two mouths sucking her tits, Susan was soon moaning softly.

Ben saw Pat slide a hand down his mother's stomach to her cunt. He sent a hand down there, too. In the tight curls on that plump mound, his fingers met Pat's. Together, they reached to the crack of the cunt and spread it. They divided the pussy in half. But Susan had only one tunnel, and they had to share it. Ben slipped a finger up it first. Susan let out a groan when her cunt was penetrated, then a louder one when Pat's finger joined Ben's up her tight cunt-sleeve.

Suddenly Ben felt something hot and wet in his ear. He realized that Pat had left Susan's tit to stick her tongue in his ear. Pat's finger remained with Ben's in Susan's cunt, but her mouth was now devoted to the boy.

Pat kissed her way down his neck, over his chest, and, moving her body over Susan's, down his stomach. As Pat crawled among the tangle of legs, she took one hand from Susan's cunt and replaced it with the other. That way, she was able to get into sucking position.

Still stirring her sister's twat, Pat began placing kisses and licks on Ben's prick. He had rolled over so the stiff cock was pointing at the ceiling.

After kissing her way up and down the shaft a few times, Pat stuck the cock into her mouth. Ben had been sucking his mother's tit, but now he lifted his face to watch his aunt.

Susan began moving around so her head was pointing in the opposite direction, toward the foot of the bed. Ben's and Pat's finger remained in her cunt as she pivoted around. Ben was surprised to see his mother go after Pat's cunt with her tongue.

Pat brought her crotch up toward Susan's face to meet her half-way. Then she spread her thighs, and Susan stuck her head into her pussy. Ben could see his mother's tongue wiggling in Pat's twat. The sight made his own mouth water.

His mother's cunt was not far from his face. He could see it spread and gaping around the fingers that were still in it. But he took his finger out and leaned his face toward it. Giving his aunt's hand a playful bite she took her hand out of the way.

Pat was sucking his cock with a gentle tugging. Susan was slurping softly in Pat's cunt. The boy made the chain complete by having his mother's cunt his best tongue workout.

Ben rolled his mother's hips until he could look over her ass at the action on the other end of the bed. He could see Pat's head bobbing steadily on his prick. Her hand gripped the base of the cock as though she were afraid it would get away.

His mother's face was hidden in Pat's crotch, but he could see her jaw moving and the sound of her tongue in the wet envelope of Pat's cunt could be heard.

Susan lifted her head from Pat's crotch after a while and replaced it with her hand. Playing her fingertips around in the juicy slot should do the trick, she thought. Then she moved her head beside her sister's at Ben's cock.

Watching from between his mother's thighs, the boy saw her nuzzle her face to his balls. Pat's face was hovering over his prick as she sucked it, but Susan managed to get at his balls.

With his tongue still sliding around in his mother's cunt, Ben watched his aunt relinquish his prick to his mother. As Susan took the fat prick-knob into her mouth, Pat took over kissing his balls. Having both of those women nibbling at his crotch was almost unbelievable to the boy. Pat stuck her tongue out and licked his balls and the crease between his balls and thigh.

Ben had to pull his face from his mother's cunt.

He just couldn't miss the thrill of watching what was happening to him. His mother's tits were on his side, and Pat's were resting on one of his thighs.

Susan passed his prick back to Pat, who sucked for a while. They had brought their hands to his crotch and ass and were touching every one of his most sensitive spots. One of Pat's fingers was tickling his asshole and his mother was holding his balls.

The two chicks were passing his prick back and forth and were soon both sucking it at the same time. Their tongues and mouths came together on his pulsing cock head.

"Wow!" Ben said in the heat of sexual dizziness. "I can't believe this!"

His mother and aunt both looked up at him as they continued sucking him as a team. Their eyes smiled with pride.

As they sucked, they began to go after each other's tongues more and the prick less. Ben didn't mind. The sight of them kissing and tonguing each other was a real joy.

Soon, Ben's prick was almost forgotten as the women went after each other. They wrapped their arms around their bodies, crushing their tits together. They were lying over Ben's legs, but he crawled out from under them.

Ben was trying to find a way to wedge himself between their tightly clamped bodies. It didn't look easy, but he stuck a hand into the compressed tits. As though suddenly reminded of his presence, the women let go of each other and grabbed him.

"Fuck me, honey!" his mother said to him.

"Get in me!" Pat said, simultaneously.

The women looked, at each other. He couldn't fuck both of them, or could he?

"Come here," Pat said to Susan. "Lie here, like this."

Pat had Susan's ass at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over the side. Then she got on top of her sister. Her legs were folded beside Susan's hips. Their tits were again pressed together.

Ben saw what he had to do. Hopping off the bed, he went where the chicks' crotches were stacked on top of each other.

"There," Pat said. "Stick it in one of us then the other."

Ben looked at the cunts. The cunts made one long line, their clits almost touching. He had to bend his knees slightly to get his prick lined up with those twats, but he could brace them against the side of the bed.

Before plugging into either cunt, he ran the head of his prick up and down both gashes. The inner-lips of both were sticking out, and his cock moved along those wet ridges smoothly.

Susan and Pat were kissing deeply again as Ben stroked their pussies with the hot bulb of his cock. Then he slipped it into the upper crack, Pat's. He buried the rod to the hilt in her tight cave, then pulled it out. Lowering his aim slightly, he plunged it into the lower crack.

His mother's twat stretched over the prick as Ben filled it. He heard his mother groan, but the sound was muffled by Pat's tongue, which was in her mouth. Now Ben could tell that his mother's snatch was a slight bit tighter than his aunt's.

Withdrawing his cock from his mother's snatch, he reinserted it into Pat's. After a few dips into each pussy, he was getting good at raising and lowering his hips just the right amount. And the cuntal-tubes were gaping open now, making it easy to go from one to the other.

"Oh, God!" Ben gasped as his prick began to buzz.

Every time he pulled it from one cunt, on the way to the other, he saw the tool twitching. The coating of slippery cream on it made it feel cool in the air of the room.

He was going to come. The first cum shot into Pat's twat, and Ben wanted to keep it in that cunt while he came. But he made the effort to keep switching. During the trip to the other cunt, a bullet of gism hit his aunt's asscheek.

"Uh-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h!" he grunted as he kept his prick commuting.

Both women were making noises of lust into each other's mouth. Their bodies twitched, but Ben knew he hadn't brought either of them off. But that didn't worry him at all. He was sure they would take care of each other.

When he couldn't stab those cracks any longer, he threw himself on the bed beside the kissing women. He watched as Pat began sliding down his mother's body. She dropped down between her legs to the floor. Then Pat put her face to Susan's twat.

Ben knew that his mother had caught a good deal of his gism, and that her cunt would be awash with the gooey stuff. But Pat dove right into that sopping cunt. She loved drinking his cream from the vessel of her sister's crotch.

But Pat wasn't merely lapping up Ben's spilled gism. It became obvious in the way Susan began moaning that Pat was giving her a good tonguing of the clit.

"Oh, Pat," Susan moaned. "Oh, you're wonderful. Oh-h-h-H-H-H!"

Ben watched his mother go wild as Pat's head bobbed and nodded at her pussy. He put one hand lightly on a swaying tit to feel it move. He could see his mother was slipping into orgasmic delirium.

"E-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Susan wailed.

When Pat lifted her face, Ben saw how it was smeared with the wetness of her sister's cunt. Pat crawled up over her sister, straddling her and moving toward her head. As she dragged her cunt over Susan's stomach, she left a track of dripping gism.

Pausing over Susan's chest, Pat let her catch her breath. Then she brought her soaking twat over Susan's face.

"Eat me!" she said. "Make me come!"

Pat lowered her crotch as Susan stuck out her tongue. Ben lay beside them, watching and imagining the load of gism that must be running into his mother's mouth.

Susan grabbed her sister by the ass as she wiped out her cunt with broad swipes of her long tongue. Pat grabbed her own tits and threw her head back. It was quite a sexy pose, Ben thought as he watched in amazement.

Ben's prick was getting hard again, but there didn't seem to be anywhere to stick it at the moment. He solved that problem by grabbing it in his fist. He hadn't jerked off in a while -- he'd been too busy. But now it seemed like a great idea.

Pumping his prick for all he was worth and watching the scene of utter perversion before him, he quickly rose to the heights of passion.

Pat was beginning to groan with joy. Beneath her, Susan's head was struggling. Then, with a piercing scream, Pat had a ripping orgasm. Pat tumbled off Susan's head, landing on her own head on the mattress.

"Wow! I never saw anything so weird in my life," Ben said to the women as he pumped his prick.

They looked at him just in time to see him squeeze his eyes shut in the grip of an orgasm. Susan held out her hand and caught the few drops of gism that he managed to produce. She licked the treasure from her hand. Pat cleaned the rest from Ben's prick with her mouth.

They all got beneath the blankets to enjoy the deep relaxation that the kinky sex had left them. Ben was in the middle with tits pressing against him from both sides.

"Gee, just think," Ben mused. "A few weeks ago I was a virgin."

"Just show what being a good boy will do for you," Pat said.

"I've really enjoyed all this," Susan said. "But there is one thing I am worried about, Clark."

"I wouldn't worry about him." Pat said. "He can be handled."

"You sound pretty sure," Susan said. "Just what happened between you and him?"

"As you suspect, we fucked," Pat admitted. "But I think he only fucked me because you were ignoring him. He did it to get your attention."

"I don't blame him or you," Susan said. "I did treat him badly. And I was such a fool to be jealous of you two."

"I don't want to spoil things between you and Clark, Mom," Ben said. "If you don't want to fuck me any more, I'll understand."

"Let's not get maudlin," Pat said to them. "You two have a great thing going. Clark would be crazy not to want to be a part of it."

CHAPTER TWELVE

Ben left early the next morning to go back to school. Susan and Pat had a lesbian ball all day and evening, then Pat caught a plane the next day. At first, Susan felt very lonely. But then she began to enjoy her privacy. She began jerking off in the bath tub, imagining that Ben was peeking at her through the crack in the wall.

Reading, watching television, going for walks all took time off her hands. And as she did those things, she thought about Clark. She knew she had to call him. He hadn't called her yet. It was Thursday though, before she got around to doing it.

As Susan dialed. Clark's number she couldn't help being afraid he wouldn't see her. He could have met a half-dozen women since she'd seen him last.

"Hi, Clark. It's me, Susan."

"Well, I wondered what happened to you," he said. "All your company gone?"

"Yes, I'm all alone," she said. "Why don't you come over for dinner."

"Sure, I'd love to," he said.

Susan was relieved. But there was still a hurdle to get over. She made another call, this time to Ben's school. When she got the head master on the line, he wanted to talk about Ben's constantly leaving school for the weekend.

But Susan told him that she couldn't discuss that now. She told him that Ben was to be sent home immediately, that there was an emergency, and that he would be back in school the next day.

She knew that Ben would get to town around eight. That would be perfect. She went shopping for something to make for dinner, but first, she wrote a note to Ben and left it with the doorman.

Susan had decided not to give up her incestuous pleasures. She wanted Clark, too. But only if he was willing to take her as she was, wrapped up with her son. And tonight would be the night.

Cooking up a storm didn't get her mind off the coming test, but it kept her busy. Before she knew it, Clark was there.

"Hello," he said as he came in. "It's nice to see you again."

He didn't kiss her, however. After giving her the bottle of wine he'd brought, he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"There are still a few things I have to do in the kitchen," Susan told him. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

In the kitchen, Susan thought about the coming evening. The way Clark was acting so aloof, she wasn't at all confident. He might not even want to get into bed with her, she thought.

At the table, they talked of unimportant things. Susan had to find out what Pat might have told him, though.

"Pat told me you fucked her," Susan said to heat up the conversation.

"She fucked me is more like it," Clark said. "She's pretty good at it, too."

"Better than me?" Susan asked.

"Let's just say she was available and you weren't."

"Did she say anything about me and. Ben?" Susan said.

She could tell by the way he looked at her that he'd been suspicious at least. Fortunately, they were almost finished with dinner, so if Clark walked out he would be well fed.

"She hinted that you were interested in fucking him," Clark said.

Susan admired his straightforwardness. It would be a shame if he walked out on her, but she'd made up her mind.

"It's true," she said. "Somehow I wound up in bed with him."

Clark looked shocked. But he didn't say anything.

"I wound up in bed with Pat, too. And with both of them together."

"No wonder you didn't have time for me," Clark said.

"It wasn't that at all, Clark. It was just too confusing. We were all plotting strategies and watching one another."

"I see," Clark said.

She wondered if he was a good poker player. He certainly had the face for it. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"But it's over now, the plotting I mean," she said even though it wasn't true. There was still one more complication to unfold.

"And you intend to go on fucking your son?" Clark asked.

Susan didn't want to answer, but she didn't want to lie. She compromised with a shrug. Happily, Clark didn't press her for an answer.

They had dessert, then went into the living room to sip brandy. Clark sat down on the couch and Susan joined him, close to his side. She felt as though they were together for the first time. When Clark put his arm around her shoulders, she breathed a deep sigh. At least they were going to get to the main part of the test, she thought.

Ben couldn't imagine why his mother was summoning him home. When he got there, he was given a note by the doorman. It told him not to come up before nine o'clock. His mother would be in bed with Clark and he was to undress quietly and join them. He didn't know what to think. But he was going to do his best. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was already five after nine. He swallowed hard and went up.

Ben entered the apartment as quietly as he could. Looking down the hallway, he saw his mother's light was on. Then sounds of lips smacking and bedsprings creaking told him things were going as planned. It didn't occur to him that Clark wasn't expecting him. If he'd known he was to be a surprise, he might not have had the nerve to walk into that room.

But as he walked down the hall, naked and with a hard-on, he was already looking forward to getting his hands on his mother again. He stopped in the doorway to her room and sized up the situation.

Clark and his mother were locked in a tight embrace. Their naked bodies were side by side. They were kissing. Clark looked up suddenly.

"Ben! What are you doing here?" Clark asked.

"My mother called me home from school," the boy said.

"Yes, that's right, Clark," Susan said. "I had to have both of you tonight. Come on, join us, Ben."

As Ben walked timidly to the bed, Susan held her breath in suspense. She also held Clark's prick in her hand. If he didn't walk out now, he never would, she thought.

"I don't know..." Clark said.

"Oh, please, honey," Susan said gripping his cock tighter. "I can't give either of you up. Let's see how this works out. Please."

Susan had been doing her best to get Clark in the mood for a good fucking, and he seemed willing to stick it out. Ben crept into the bed on the other side of his mother.

Susan thrust her face into Clark's, picking up where she left off before Ben had arrived. Clark grabbed her tit again, but without the eagerness he'd displayed before. Ben snuggled up behind his mother, pressing his hot prick into her asscheeks.

Susan would have to pay more attention to Clark. She wasn't worried about Ben leaving her.

She put Clark's prick between her thighs and reached around his hips to play with his asscrack. He seemed to be heating up again.

As Clark's prick throbbed between her thighs, Susan felt her son's prick line up along her own asscrack. She'd never had two pricks to play with before, and she loved it. Ben was kissing the back of her neck, one of her favorite spots.

Sandwiched between those two hard bodies, Susan began to squirm. Both cocks got the enjoyment of her smooth flesh massaging them. Clark's prick, between her thighs, had its loose skin moving back and forth as she wiggled. Ben's prick, lying in the crack of her ass, was caressed by those soft cheeks.

Susan rolled over on her back, freeing both cocks. The guys now had another aspect of her body to play with. They each, took a nipple into their mouth. Clark reached under her ass, grabbing a handful of pliant flesh, and Ben rested his hand on her carpet of pubic curls.

In the grip of masculine strength, Susan was experiencing a unique experience. She reached down and took a stiff prick into each hand. Both of those cocks were throbbing.

"You guys make a great pair of tit-suckers," she said. "I never thought of it as a team sport before." The men were quiet, except for an occasional slurp or smack. Clark was holding her erect nipple between his teeth and brushing his tongue over it, while Ben, characteristically, was stuffing his mouth with as much of the hot tit as he could hold.

Ben didn't want to compete with Clark for the tastiest prizes, but he couldn't resist sliding down his mother's body. Her simmering twat was too great a temptation. He moved into the warm area between her legs and kissed her cunt.

Nuzzling his face in the bristling cunt hair, he sought the crack with his tongue. It wasn't hard to find as it was gaping and leaking hot juice. His tongue began to part the lips with gentle strokes.

Clark didn't mind being left behind at Susan's tits. He buried his face between them, holding them tightly to the side of his head. Then he climbed aboard Susan, straddling her chest with his prick in that warm valley where his head had just been.

While, Ben ate Susan's pussy, he saw what Clark was doing. He had never thought of doing that himself, but decided to try it the next chance he got.

Clark squeezed Susan's tits together on his prick and pumped it slowly. Susan grabbed his ass, her fingers dipping into the crack. Ben felt lonely down there between her legs, but he didn't mind. With his tongue in the salty crack of her pussy, he could stand a little loneliness.

Susan liked having Clark's thick prick between her tits, but soon she decided it would be even nicer in her mouth. She pulled him higher up on her chest by the ass.

"Let me suck it," she said softly.

Clark moved his prick to her mouth. He sat on her big jugs to do it. His balls rested on her neck. Susan let the cock-tip twitch on her lips while she tickled the underside of the head with her tongue.

When his prick began jerking in desperation, Susan stuffed a pillow under her head, raising it so she could get, the prick into her mouth. Clark reached out and grabbed the headboard of the bed so he could lean forward and slide his prick deeper into Susan's mouth.

As Susan gave herself to the pleasure raging through her body, she knew that she was a very lucky lady. As long as she could attract a guy, she would do anything she could think of to find a good fuck.

THE END

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