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It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony it today's world.

The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one width may would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness -- a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.

HOT TO TROT MOTHER -- a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us and the direction which it may drive us.



CHAPTER ONE

Rose couldn't sleep. Although she'd spent the evening fucking, she was horny again. And the sounds of bedsprings creaking in the next room didn't help.

The next room was occupied by Ted, Rose's son. Ever since her husband had died years before it had been just Rose and Ted, alone together. And now that Ted was a strapping boy of sixteen, he was beginning to make his mother's horniness worse.

Rose, at thirty-five, was a gorgeous and sexy lady. Her slim figure was every bit as nice now as it had been twenty years before. Her face was classic, and her auburn hair radiant.

But she lacked what she needed to be truly satisfied: a good man. Sure, she had plenty of guys chasing her. And once a week or so she would let one of them catch her long enough for some fucking.

But her standards were high. And in a small town like Greenpeak there were only so many candidates.

So Rose dedicated her life to her son, working hard at her job as secretary, and fucking her brains out every week or so.

But lately her horniness was getting worse. She didn't know for sure, but she suspected that it might be due to the constant exposure to her son, who had become a beautiful specimen of male virility in the last year.

Now, every time she noticed a lump in Ted's jeans, indicating a hard-on, her cunt would juice up and her tits would ache to be squeezed.

So when Rose heard the familiar sounds of Ted's bed creaking to the rhythm of masturbation, her body geared up for sex. She had never been able to join her son in mutual, self-induced pleasure.

Since a woman can jerk off with less commotion than a man, Ted never realized that his mother was doing the something he was doing.

Although Rose's cunt was still tender from her date with Jim, she grabbed her cunt.

The exciting odor of simmering pussy-juice came from beneath her covers as she parted the lips of her cunt with her fingers. Then her middle finger touched the tender inner lips of her cunt.

Rose shivered as her excitement grew.

Listening to the sounds of her son's bed squeaking, she pictured the scene in his room. She could almost see his big prick in his hand. She imagined that he was there in her bed with her. She pretended that it was his finger sliding up her cunt.

With one finger lodged high in her pussy, Rose grabbed one of her tits in her other hand.

With both hands working to inflame her, she was soon writhing and breathing deeply. She had her legs spread just as she would spread them when in bed with some guy. But now she preferred her imaginary incest to any of the guys she dated.

Her fingers pressed into the softness of her ample tit. The long and slender middle finger of her other hand reached higher up her cunt. Then she found the hard bud of her clit with her thumb.

With all her strategic points covered, Rose began to feel ecstasy rising within her.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," she whispered to herself.

Still listening to the creaking of her boy's bedsprings, Rose began wiggling her thumb on her clit.

The craklings next door were getting louder and more frantic. She could almost feel Ted's lust radiating through the wall. And her own lust was as great.

Arching her back, Rose began working harder on her jerking off. The finger she had reaching up her flowing cuntal chamber began stirring and wiggling. And she began rubbing her clit harder.

She even pushed her tit up toward her face and lifted her head so she could meet her erect nipple with her tongue.

By this time the bed-creaking was at its peak. And Rose tried to picture how her son looked as he spilled jism over his belly in ecstasy.

Her mouth watered at the thought of that cream that was going to waste in the next room.

But her hands and fingers and tongue were taking care of her lust. Just as the bedsprings in the next room quieted, Rose began to have a spectacular orgasm.

Her thumb was a blur on her clit as she writhed in wild passion. As her body shook, her tit escaped her grasp. That didn't bother her, though. She couldn't have been able to continue sucking it, because her mouth was open wide and she was gasping desperately.

Rose had learned to come without making a sound. Although when fucking her boy friend, she would howl with abandon. Once, she had forgotten herself and moaned wantonly while jerking off, Ted had come to her door asking if she were all right. Rose, in the middle of an orgasm, had to tell her son that she must have made those sounds in her sleep.

So now she shook with pleasure, but remained silent.

With her lust spent, Rose lay still, sucking the cunt-juice from her fingers and thinking about her son.

In a week's time, his wastepaper basket would be filled with wads of tissue stiff with dried jism. And every time Rose noticed that pile of tissues she would feel a longing deep in her gut.

When the flavor of her juice was gone from her fingers, Rose lay still in the silent house. She wondered about her perverted thoughts. She couldn't understand why her son should excite her so. Incest was a horrible thing, but there was no harm done. And she loved jerking off knowing that her son was doing the same thing right next door to her.

CHAPTER TWO

School was about to start after a long summer. Ted was eager to get back to the routine of school. After all, a guy could only do so much swimming and hanging around. Besides, he was eager to see which girls would be in his classes.

"I hope I get Miss Clark for math," Ted told his friend, Bob, as they walked to school for the first day. "She had such nice tits. And sometimes she doesn't wear a bra and her nipples get hard and show."

"Yeah, I hope I get her too," Bob said. "And I hope Ellen James is in some of my classes. She was in a few of my classes last year. I always sit beside her so I can peek into her blouse. She never wears a bra and a lot of times I could see her tit. God, I almost had to jerk off right in class once when I could see her nipple getting hard, then soft, then hard again."

The boys talked like that all the way to school. When they got there, they hung around with their friends for a while before the bell rang.

The first day went very quickly. And after school, the kids went to the soda shop to hang around and talk.

"Shit, I didn't get Miss Clark for math," Ted complained to the guys. "I got Mr. Arnold instead. Ugh."

Ted's friends consoled him.

"I hear Jean likes you," Ralph said to Ted. That was nice to hear. And Ted's prick began to stiffen at the thought of Jean's big tits and firm ass.

But before anything else could be said, Barb walked over to the boys. Barb was a chick who could get any boy's attention. As soon as the guys noticed her coming their way with her tits swaying heavily, they shut up and waited to see what she wanted.

"We're going over to Peggy's house," she said, indicating a group of girls. "We wondered if you boys wanted to go along."

Before they could answer, Barb looked at Ted. "Jean's going to be there, Ted."

Ted hardly knew Jean. But it seemed suddenly to Ted as though they have been doing steady for years. Everyone seemed to know that Jean liked him, and Ted had been the last to find out. But Ted was young, and he didn't understand how chicks operated.

In any case, he was glad to get a chance to show some interest in lean.

The boys said they would like to go. And soon about ten kids were walking in a loose group toward Peggy's house.

Ted was nervous. After all, this might be his big chance. If a sexy chick like Jean liked him he just might get fucked. But since fucking had only been a dream for Ted so far, he could hardly control his voice when he finally spoke to Jean.

"Hi," he said with a cracked voice.

"Hi," Jean said.

Ted had just seen Jean before school. But he hadn't heard that she was interested in him at that time. He was surprised how much nicer she looked now that he thought he might have a chance with her.

As they walked along, Ted kept peeking at her tits. He could see how they bounced as she walked.

They talked about school, but it was obvious that their thoughts were on each other's bodies. Ted had to put his hands in his pockets to adjust the hard-on he suddenly found himself with. He thought he saw Jean glance down at his crotch just as he gave himself a tug.

When they got to Peggy's the kids took over the whole house. Peggy's father had a pool table and bar in the basement, and some of the boys went down there. Some girls followed. Others stayed upstairs.

"Do you know how to play pool?" Ted asked Jean.

They were walking down the basement stairs. Ted hated himself for asking that question. If he wound up playing pool rather than getting at Jean's body he would be sorely disappointed.

"I only played once," Jean said. "I didn't like it much."

Ted breathed a sigh of relief. And at the same time he felt his horniness surge.

He was torn between his shyness and his eagerness for Jean's body. There was a couch at one side of the room. Ted knew he wanted to get Jean over there with him.

"Let's sit down," he said.

Holding his breath until he found out what Jean's response would be, Ted began to turn red. But Jean said she would like to sit down, and Ted sighed deeply.

As soon as they were sitting side by side, Ted put his arm around the girl's shoulders. They watched the boys playing pool, but Ted was only thinking about Jean's tits.

Pulling Jean a little more tightly against him, Ted turned his face to hers. To his delight, she turned to face him.

They kissed. And when Ted felt Jean's mouth open, his prick strained against the material of his jeans. Their tongues met and intertwined.

"Hey, look what's going on over there," Ralph said from beside the pool table.

Ted didn't mind being kidded. For one thing, he was glad his friends could see him with a sharp chick like Jean. It also gave him an excuse to ask Jean to go somewhere more private.

"Let's find somewhere else to sit," he said.

"Good idea," Jean said.

They stood, Ted began adjusting his hard-on, and they went upstairs.

"Come back here," Ted said, as he led Jean down a hallway that seemed to lead to some bedrooms.

When he came to a door he pushed it open. The room was occupied. John and Kathy, two kids who'd came along with them, were lying on the bed necking. Ted noticed that John had his hand up Kathy's blouse.

"Sorry," Ted said as he closed the door. "I hope we can find a room that's not occupied," he said to Jean.

They found that the next bedroom was vacant. And as they stepped into it Ted began shaking slightly. He knew that Jean could feel his body trembling as they embraced. He didn't care. The taste of Jean's saliva and the feeling of her firm tits pressing into his chest was all that mattered.

They stood there holding on to each other and kissed. Ted was dying to get her onto the bed, but he was afraid to suggest it.

"Let's sit down," Jean said as she pulled Ted to the bed.

Ted felt foolish. He promised himself not to be so shy.

When they were sitting at the edge of the bed, Ted tried to keep his promise by grabbing one of Jean's tits.

Cramming his tongue deeply into her mouth, he stroked Jean's side until he felt the swelling of her tit. As his hand moved over that mound of soft flesh, Ted's heart was pounding.

He was terrified, as usual, that Jean would stop him. But she didn't. Ted had felt a few tits in his day, but Jean's was the biggest and nicest.

With his hand exploring the sexy curve of her boob, Ted felt Jean's hot breath on his lip as she breathed deeply through her nose. She was sucking hard on Ted's tongue. Ted knew she was getting hot.

As Ted felt her tits, Jean's nipples became hard. He began to breathe heavier and squeezed those gumdrop-shaped nipples between his fingertips.

"Uh-h-h, not so hard," Jean whispered.

Ted let go of the nipple and palmed the tit again. He experimented with her tit moving them around and weighing them in his palm.

And while he held her tits, he felt Jean getting more and more excited.

Ted was eager to take the next step. It would be a first for him if he could get his hand inside her blouse. But before he tried, he wanted to make sure Jean was really hot.

When he felt her chest heaving with excitement, Ted moved his hand from her tit to the buttons that held her blouse closed.

When Jean realized what he was doing she clung more tightly to him. But she didn't stop him. He began to open her buttons.

Still kissing Jean, Ted tried to peek at her exposed tit. And he did manage to get a peek at one creamy mound before she turned her head slightly and blocked his view.

But Ted was determined. He'd never seen a naked tit except for those in the magazines he'd looked at in the drugstore. And they always told him to put them down.

Ted took his face from Jean's. He looked at her chest.

"You're beautiful," he said as he saw her tits standing proudly on her chest.

One nipple was exposed. It was bright pink and stiff. Ted's eyes were bulging.

But before he could get his fill of the sight, Jean pulled his face to hers again. She thrust her tongue into his mouth with more enthusiasm than before.

Now it was time to grab a naked tit, Ted thought. His hand went to her chest and cupped one of her beautiful jugs.

Ted sucked a deep breath through his nose as his sweaty palm met the smooth, warm skin of Jean's round tit. He wasn't prepared for such a wonderful sensation. Holding a naked tit was a hundred times better than holding one through a layer of clothing.

Ted massaged her hard nipple, but gently this time. And as he did, Jean made a moaning sound in her throat.

Ted pushed Jean down on her back. He felt how her tits reclined and sagged silently to the sides of her chest.

After holding and squeezing her tits, Ted began to long to suck those stiff nipples.

Each time he escalated his seduction, though, he feared he would be stopped. After all, he'd been stopped by every chick he'd tried anything with. And he'd always been stopped even before he got as far as he had this time.

But fear couldn't keep him from trying.

Lifting his mouth from Jean's, Ted began moving down into tit-sucking position. He moved fast, so Jean wouldn't have a chance to stop him before he could get his mouth around one of her boobs. But she didn't even try to stop him.

Ted would have liked to look at her tits but he didn't want to risk it. So he kissed one big globe. His mouth opened and he took the whole tip of her tit into it.

Like a hungry puppy, Ted began devouring Jean's knocker. He'd never had anything in his mouth that excited him more.

"Oh, Ted," Jean moaned. "O-o-o-o-o, that feels so-o-o-o-o nice."

Hearing Jean moan and feeling her body writhe beneath him was as exciting to Ted as having her tit in his mouth.

While he sucked one tit, he held the other. Then his mouth and hand traded, and he moved to the other tit to suck.

Before long, Ted's face was wet with his smeared saliva. And Jean was breathing so hard her heaving tits lifted and dropped Ted's head. She was hugging his head to her tits so tightly he had to gasp for air whenever he could.

Now there was only one thing left to do. With her tits conquered, Jean's cunt was the next target.

But this was big move Ted realized. Still, if he were ever going to get fucked, he would have to make his move. And now seemed to be the right time. Jean was panting and squirming in heat.

Ted moved up Jean's body, kissing his way up her neck until he arrived at her mouth again. His hand left her chest, moved lightly over her skirt, and came to rest on one of her thick, but shapely, thighs.

They both knew that her thighs were the road to her crotch. Ted felt Jean's body stiffen momentarily.

He would have to take his time, but he couldn't hesitate either.

Ted moved his fingertips to the satin-smooth skin inside Jean's thigh just above her knee. He began massaging that soft skin.

When Ted felt Jean put her hand on his hip, he was reassured. He'd finally found a really hot chick, he thought. Or she found him. In any case, Ted had never been so wild with passion and hope.

Ever so slowly, he began to move his hand up Jean's thigh, pushing her skirt up with it.

He could feel the heat of her cunt radiating from her crotch. It was a damp heat, and it promised a fabulous reward when he reached its source.

But when Ted's fingers were about six inches from her cunt, Jean grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from beneath her skirt.

Ted had never felt such a crushing disappointment.

But he wasn't about to give up. He put his hand back under her skirt as soon as Jean let go of his wrist.

But Jean hadn't given up either. She grabbed his wrist again. And again Ted's hand was pulled out from under Jean's dress.

Ted put it back a third time. But this time he reached higher up her thigh. He grabbed her just below the cunt. Her flesh was even softer so close to her cunt. And it was hotter and more moist, too.

Grabbing her so close to her pussy had its effect. Jean grabbed Ted's wrist again, but she didn't seem to have the strength to pull his hand away.

Ted's fingers crawled to the junction of Jean's thighs. When he felt the wet nylon crotch of her undies, both kids gasped with lust.

"No-o-o-o," Jean whispered.

But Ted ignored her words and paid attention to her body. It was her body that told him he could continue. Jean was frozen in lust and her thighs were spread. Her cunt was vulnerable, and Ted took advantage of the situation.

He began probing at the soaking crotch of her undies. Beneath it, he could feel the softness of her cuntal mound and the kinky hair bristling beneath that wet fabric.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Jean gasped with the pleasure Ted's fingers were giving her.

He could now feel the lips of her pussy pouting with lust.

Ted tucked his fingers into the, leg-hole of her panties. Immediately, his fingers were ensnared in wet, curling hair. But Ted managed to comb his way to the drooling mouth of her cunt.

"Oh, God," Jean whispered breathlessly.

Ted was wild with passion. Never had he been at the threshold of a pussy before.

Ted kissed Jean roughly as his fingers began burrowing into the crack of her twat. She kissed him back with equal hunger. Her legs spread further, and her cunt seemed to spread too.

It was wet and slippery in her twat. Ted was bewildered by the strange ridges of wet flesh in there.

But it didn't take him long to find the entrance to Jean's flowing tunnel. When he slid his long middle finger in there, Jean squeezed him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

Ted had tried to imagine what the inside of a pussy would be like. But he'd never dreamed that it could be so wet and slick and wonderful. This cave would fit his cock like a glove, he thought. And if his luck held, he might get a chance to try it on.

With Jean writhing at his side, Ted stroked every crease and fold of her pussy. But his fingers couldn't give him enough information. He had to see this wonderful object of desire.

He sat up. But his hand and Jean's cunt were hidden under her skirt. Ted tried to lift the skirt out of the way. But Jean stopped him.

"Please let me," he said.

As though she had no choice, Jean let go of Ted's hand. He lifted the curtain of her skirt.

The sight was spectacular. But he couldn't see as much as he'd hoped. After all, Jean still had her underpants on. But Ted could see half of her cunt. It was covered with shining brown hair. And, he could see how his finger was inserted up to the knuckle.

Ted tried to see more. He pulled his finger out and shoved the crotch of her panties further aside.

Now Jean's cunt was visible to him. Between the pudgy lips, a pink gash shone with the slippery juice. Shining inner lips peeked from within the gash. And between those glistening lips, the darkness in her cave seemed inviting to Ted.

"Ted!" Jean said suddenly, as she tried to pull her skirt down. "You're embarrassing me."

"Let me pull your underpants down," Ted said, ignoring her words.

He began grasping at the nylon panties, trying to tug them down.

"No," lean gasped.

"Come on!" Ted pleaded. "I'll show you my prick. Have you ever seen a hard cock?"

"Okay," Jean said. "But let me pull my pants down myself."

Ted couldn't believe her. It was too good to be true. So he had a hard time making himself let go of her underpants. But when he saw that Jean was reaching for her own panties, he did let go.

She grabbed the waistband of her panties, but hesitated.

"I thought you were going to take off your pants too," she said.

Then was no way Ted could get out of his deal. In a way he wanted to show this chick his big, hard cock. And if he were going to fuck her, he would have to. He still felt shy, though.

There was no choice. He would have done anything to get her underpants off.

Ted stood up. And still staring at Jean's body, he began unfastening his belt.

His eyes traveled from her tits, to her crotch, which was covered by the wet panties. But he couldn't bring himself to look into Jean's eyes.

He pulled down his pants. But he left his underpants up. Then he got back on the bed beside Jean.

She was staring at the huge lump in his shorts. His prick was making a tent out of his underpants. And the shape of his fat cockhead could be seen as it made its impression on the taut material.

Then Jean began to lower her panties. And Ted followed her example.

Just as Jean's pubic triangle came into view, Ted's prick got caught in the elastic of his shorts. But he freed it.

Suddenly, his big rod was wagging in the air. Then his balls were visible.

"Wow!" Jean breathed as she took in the sight.

Ted was learning how exciting it could be to show his equipment to a girl. And at the same time he was enjoying the sight of her cunt.

"I didn't know it was so big!" Jean gasped in awe. "And look at how it twitches."

But Ted was too busy to pay any attention to what she was saying. He was gaping at her pussy.

Jean had left her underpants around her thighs, and her legs were closed. He could see the top of her crack through the curls of her twat. But he had to see more.

"Take your panties off your legs," he said. "I can't see much."

Jean let the boy pull her panties from her legs. And she never took her eyes from the throbbing cock at his crotch.

Ted pulled one of Jean's legs away from the other. Her cunt opened slightly. Now he could see that pink honey-pot again.

But when Ted reached for her cunt, Jean stiffened and tried to close her legs.

"Let me touch it!" he said. "You can touch my prick."

Jean relaxed slightly. Ted was able to pull one of her cunt lips to the side, widening the pink gash. Jean reached for the twitching cock beside her.

As Ted watched his finger tips sink into Jean's gash, he felt her fingers on his prick. At her touch, his cock gave a mighty leap and began vibrating hips.

"Uh-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a," he gasped as his climax hit.

Ted continued bucking his hips as he spilled jism all over Jean's stomach. He'd never had such a glorious orgasm, even though he'd hoped to have his spewing prick inside Jean.

When he stopped coming, Ted rolled off the girl.

"Look what you've done to me," she cried as she held a jism soaked hand up in the air.

A huge quantity of jism lay in puddles all over Jean's belly. A few drops were being soaked up by the material of her skirt which was lifted around her waist.

"Shit, I don't even have any tissues," Jean said harshly. "Get me some, Ted... Quickly!"

Where Ted was supposed to come up with tissue at that moment was beyond him. But it didn't matter, for at that moment, the bedroom door swung open.

Ted and Jean looked in horror at the opened door. Bob and Carroll were standing there.

"Hey," Bob said as a smile spread across his face.

But Carroll, being more prudent, pushed Bob out of the doorway and closed the door.

"Now look what you've done," Jean hissed. "Everyone will know what you did to me!"

Jean jumped off the bed. Her skirt fell over her wet belly, and she tried to hold the clinging skirt away from her soaked skin. But the jism on her hand stained the skirt wherever she grabbed it.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" she moaned. It looked as though Jean were going to start crying. Then, ignoring the mess she was in, she pulled on her underpants.

Ted tried to make her feel better as be pulled on his pants.

"I'll get you some toilet paper," he said. "Oh, you've done enough," Jean yelled. Then, holding her wet hand away from her body, she stormed out of the room. Ted followed. But Jean went right out of the house and kept walking.

Ted finally caught up with her. He offered her his handkerchief.

"Don't be mad," he said.

But Jean just wiped her hand and threw the handkerchief back at him.

"Leave me alone," Jean yelled. "I don't ever want to see you again."

Ted, surprised at her outburst, stopped and watched her walk quickly down the street.

He didn't know what to think. It was too bad that she got covered with jism. But what did she expect when she was jerking on his prick as she had?

There didn't seem to, be anything to do but go home. But all the way to his own room, Ted couldn't think of anything except how thrilling it had been to finger-fuck Jean and come with her hand around his prick.

CHAPTER THREE

Ted lay in bed waiting for his mother to come home from work. He was still thinking about Jean and the fun they'd had that afternoon. He was sorry that she got so mad at him. And he was worried that he wouldn't get another chance at her twat.

Just his luck, he thought. When he finally got a hot chick interested in him, he made her angry by coming all over her.

Then Ted noticed that he still had the odor of Jean's cunt on his finger. As he sniffed the finger, he remembered smelling that strange odor when he looked into Jean's crotch the first time.

And as be sniffed that residual odor, his prick was once again twitching.

Ted stuck the funky finger into his mouth and sucked the flavor of pussy juice from it. With his other hand, he treated himself to another orgasm.

But by the time his mother got home, Ted was calm.

"Hi," he said to her. "What's for dinner?"

"Steak," Rose said. "How was your first day at school?"

But Ted didn't answer right away. He had always admired his mother's sexy body. But now, after his near-fuck with Jean, the sight of Rose's great tits and wide hips struck the boy dumb.

"Oh, uh, school was all right," Ted finally said when his mother looked at him strangely.

Ted had planned to tell his mother all about his teachers and the kids in his classes. But suddenly all he wanted to do was go back to his room and jerk off again.

He would have thought that after having Jean jerk him off his lust would be satisfied for a while. But the opposite was the case.

"Give me a hand putting this stuff away," Rose said as she began putting away some groceries that she had brought home with her.

Ted went to where his mother was standing and pulled some cans from the grocery bag. But standing that close to the sexy woman only made his prick harder.

He could smell his mother's perfume and feel the warmth of her body. His prick was threatening to tear tight through his pans!

"Would you take some potatoes and boil them while I take a shower?" Rose asked.

"Sure," Ted said.

"That's a good boy," his mother said. Usually, Ted gave his mother an argument about helping with dinner. Now, however, he was eager to beat of her sight so he could jerk off. As he began peeling the potatoes, though, be kept his eyes on his mother's body until she left the room.

Ted thought he would merely jerk off quickly and get it over with. As he thought about his mother taking a show, though, he began to have more elaborate plans.

He would have given anything to see his mother without any clothes on. And now he thought he might have a chance.

His brain began to work frantically as he tried to figure out a way to get a glimpse of his naked mom. Leaving the potatoes, he crept to the hallway leading to her room and the bathroom.

His mother's bedroom door was ajar. She must be taking her clothes off now, he thought.

Ted walked down the hall toward the bathroom. And as he passed his mother's door, he saw through the narrow space of the edge of the slightly open door.

What he saw made him gasp as he got a view of his mother's beautiful ass, she began to turn around. And Ted needed to move on or be seen.

By the time he got to the bathroom, the image of her ass was burned into his consciousness.

He stood there in the bathroom still picturing his mother's ass. He had also caught a glimpse of one tit. From behind, all he saw was the round shape of the globe. But he saw that it was firm and had a ripe, round shape.

Ted knew that his mother would be at the bathroom door any second. He didn't even have time to jerk off in there. But he had another idea. Now that he'd seen the splendor of his mother's body, he wanted to see more.

So he pulled the window shade partially down. He left an inch between the bottom of the shade and the window sill. With luck, his mother wouldn't notice that the shade wasn't down all the way. And he could go out to the yard and peek in.

Then the handle of the door turned. The door was locked. Rose asked Ted when he was coming out. He quickly flushed the toilet and washed his hands.

"In a minute," he called.

He took a deep breath and opened the door. His mother was dressed in a robe. And at the vee, where the robe was closed, Ted could see the tops of her big tits. The valley between those beautiful boobs looked so inviting Ted couldn't help staring.

As he passed his mother in the doorway, he got another whiff of her perfume. Ted felt his cheeks burning, and he wondered if his mother noticed that he was blushing.

Rose saw bow be took a look at the tops of her tits.

As usual, Rose was getting a wet cunt as she thought about the boy. And when she bent over to turn on the water in the tub, the way her robe draped over her ass reminded her of the way, men liked to stroke her asscheeks.

By the time Rose stood and took off her robe, she was so excited she knew she would have to rub herself off. And when she saw her puckered nipples staring back at her in the mirror, she couldn't wait to grab her tits.

Meanwhile, Ted was slipping out the beck door and into the yard. With a pounding heart and trembling legs, he hoped with all his might that his mother wouldn't notice that the shade wasn't pulled down all the way.

Ted couldn't remember being so excited. Even when he was fingering Jean's cunt he hadn't been this excited.

Now he could see that the shade was as he left it. There was a narrow slit clear window that he could peer through. And the thought that his mother would be naked made Ted shake likes leaf.

He was too excited to even consider that his mother might see him peeking in at her. But he wouldn't have been able to resist anyhow.

To get at the window, Ted had to crawl through some bushes that were growing beside the house. Those bushes would help hide him though, he thought.

Careful not to rustle the bushes, he crept to the window. He could already see the pink tile of the bathroom wall. Yes, be would have a clear view. And his mother was going to be taking a bath right in front of him!

Ted had to get up on his tip-toes to see what was going on in the bathroom. And although he was wildly impassioned, he wasn't expecting the sight that met his eyes.

Rose was naked all right. She was standing at the sink, looking into the mirror. But Ted didn't expect to see her grabbing her tits as she was.

Ted moaned generally as lust overwhelmed him. He couldn't imagine why his mother was holding her tits. But it was a sight that he would never forget. He could see her creamy tit-flesh oozing through her fingers as she squeezed her jugs.

And Ted's eyes took in the rest of Rose's slender body too. He could see the beautiful curve of her high ass. And from his vantage point, he could just make out the crack that split her round ass.

If Ted hadn't been so concerned with her body, he might have noticed the passionate expression on his mother's face. That would have given him a clue to what she was up to. But in his youthful innocence he never imagined that his mother would play with herself.

When Rose began lifting her jugs and rolling them around on her chest, though, Ted began to suspect that she was enjoying herself.

But it was only when she began sliding a hand down her belly to her cunt that Ted caught on.

"She's going to jerk off," he told himself in amazement.

This was more than Ted had bargained for. And he felt as though be might faint from outrageous lust.

But he steadied himself. Putting one hand on the side of the house and opening his mouth to take deep breaths, Ted pulled himself together.

Rose ran her fingers through her cunt hairs. Ted couldn't see her cunt from where he was, but he did see how his mother thrust her hips forward. And he could see where her hand was. There was no doubt that she was holding her cunt. And Ted wondered if she had a finger in it.

When she began to shake, though, the boy was pretty sure that his mother was finger fucking her cunt.

"HOW, shit!" he whispered in delirious passion.

Without even realizing what he was doing. Ted pulled his throbbing cock from his pants. This was the perfect scene to watch while jerking off and he wasn't about to miss the chance.

By the time Rose's ass and tits were wobbling and shimmering with her masturbatory movements, Ted was sliding his fist back and forth on his prick.

He didn't know a woman's ass and tits could move as Rose's were now. And the faster she moved her arm in front of her, the more her tits and ass shimmered. Her ass already looked like a bowl of cream with an electric beater in it. Her tits were shaking like jello.

Ted saw his mother throw her head back. He could see by her posture that she was experiencing genuine lust. But Ted was dying to get a view of her cunt.

"Turn around, turn around, turn around," he began whispering as though he could influence his mother's movements.

And maybe Ted's words did influence her. Or maybe Rose was getting too excited to stand up any longer. In any case, she staggered to the toilet and sat down. Now she was facing the window and Ted.

With her finger still, up her pussy and one hand still gripping one tit, Rose continued jerking off.

Ted watched his mother in this new position with renewed lust. Between his mother's spread legs, the boy could see the bottoms of her ass and her twat. But most of her cunt was hidden by her hand as she continued rubbing herself off.

Rose was obviously in rapture. Her face was contorted with lust. And her arm was working surprisingly hard on her pussy. She was squeezing one tit so tightly her fingers were almost invisible as they sunk into the soft flesh. The other tit was wobbling with her gyrations.

"O-o-o-o-o," the masturbating woman moaned loud enough to be heard on the other side of the window.

That was all Ted could take without spilling his jism. So just as Rose let out another wanton moan, his cock began firing gobs of jism. Even though Ted had come several times that day, including one climax with Jean's hand wound his prick, this orgasm was super.

Even when Ted was out of ammunition and his mother had pulled her fingers from her cunt, the boy remained at the window. He wasn't going to miss one second of his mother's naked body.

He watched as she turned off the water in the tub, tested the water temperature with her toes, and climbed in. And he got some very interesting views.

He could tell that the water was very hot, for Rose lowered herself into it slowly. She paused as her cunt hit the hot water.

When she was comfortable in the tub, Ted couldn't see anything but his mother's head leaning back on the rim of the tub. But he still couldn't tear himself away from the window. After all, she would have to get out of the tub eventually.

The potatoes were forgotten as Rose's body totally captured Ted's mind.

And Ted wasn't sorry he stayed. Watching his mother rubbing her pink body with a towel was almost as exciting as watching her jerking off.

And Ted managed to squeeze another orgasm from his sore prick.

When his mother left the bathroom, Ted scrambled from the bushes and went into the house.

He found the water boiling, but the potatoes were still unpeeled.

"What have you been doing all this time?" Rose asked as she came into the kitchen and found her son just beginning to peel the potatoes.

Ted thought he had been caught until he realized that his mother was only asking the most logical question. He couldn't say anything though. His throat was still constricted from his excitement.

"Well, dinner's going to be a little late," Rose said. "I hope you're not too hungry."

He wasn't. Actually, after what he'd been through that day, Ted could have climbed into bed and gone to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

"See you. And I want to see you tonight."

Ted could imagine what his mother wanted to see Jim about. But he didn't even have to imagine after listening a few seconds longer.

"That's right," Rose said. "So why do I have to say it? All right, if it's so important: I want to get fucked!"

Ted's eyebrows shot up when he heard his mother say that. He thought only kids talked like that. At least he'd never heard any grown-ups using that sort of language.

"Ha, ha," Rose laughed. "Okay. I want to suck you off. There, how's that, you pervert? Really, Jim, I never knew you liked obscene phone calls so much."

The rest of the conversation was dull. Rose said she would be ready by eight. Then she hung up. But Ted had heard enough that he had to rush to his room and jerk off again. It seemed that if his mother could get fucked, he should be able to too.

"I'm going out with Jim tonight," Rose told Ted at dinner. "Are you going to stay home?"

Ted had no place to go, but he refused to tell his mother that he was going to stay home alone while she was out having a good time.

"I might go to the movie at the Strand," he said. "The Strand? They always show those movies that you are too young to see," Rose said.

She was right. And having his mother remind him of that was enough to stiffen Ted's prick yet again.

A few minutes after eight the doorbell rang. "Answer that, will you?" Rose called from her room.

Ted let Jim in. And although Jim liked Ted, Ted refusal to talk to him. Jim wouldn't have guessed that Ted was jealous, but he was.

"Go to bed early," Rose said as she kissed Ted good-by. "School tomorrow, don't forget."

Ted said a half-hearted good by as his mother and Jim left.

"What's the matter with Ted?" Jim asked Rose in the car.

"I don't know. He's been awfully moody lately," Rose said.

"He's probably just horny," Jim said. "And the way you look doesn't help."

"What do you mean?" Rose asked. "I'm his mother."

"So what?" Jim said. "You're also a sexy, gorgeous chick. Seeing you in that low cut dress could give a young boy a rock-hard prick."

"Do you really think so?" Rose asked. "Even if I'm his own mother?"

"Don't you realize how horny a teenage boy is?" Jim asked. "I remember when I was Ted's age. God, I was horny all the time!"

"You still are," Rose said as she grabbed one of his thighs.

"And you're not?" Jim said. "Don't forget, it was you who asked to see me tonight."

Rose moved over to sit close to Jim. He was right, of course. She was dying to get fucked.

Although nothing else was said about Ted, Rose didn't forget Jim's words on the subject. And since Rose was turned-on by Ted, Jim's theory was especially interesting.

But for the moment, Rose was mainly interested in getting Jim where, she could spread her legs for him.

"Let's go right over to your place," she said. "You are horny, aren't you?" he teased. "Yes!" Rose said immediately as she reached into Jim's crotch.

All the way to his apartment Rose held the hard cock in Jim's pants.

They weren't in his place more than a few seconds before Rose was pulling her clothes off. But Jim was in a playful mood. So before taking off his clothes, he fixed a drink far both of them.

"Martini?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No, Goddamn it," Rose said. "I want you, not a drink."

"You don't mind if I have one, do you?" Jim said.

"Yes, unless you can fuck me and drink at the same time."

By this time Rose was naked. But Jim was standing at his bar stirring a martini. So Rose caressed him from behind, squeezing her big tits on his back and pressing her cunt to his ass.

"That feels nice," Jim said.

"It would feel even better if you didn't have all these clothes on," Rose said as she reached round him to rub the hard lump in his pants.

"You win," he said. "I wasn't thirsty anyhow."

Jim turned around. They kissed. Jim scooped up one of Rose's heavy tits, and planted a kiss on it.

Rose took Jim by the hand over to the couch. She fell backwards, Jim falling with her onto the couch.

Rose got Jim on his back, then went to work on his pants. She unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. In a few more seconds she had his prick out.

"My, what a hungry girl," Jim teased.

"Starving," Rose corrected him.

She was running the fingers of both hands along his shaft. She lifted his balls and held them gently. The powerful jerks of Jim's cock were exciting Rose more than usual.

Slowly, she bent her head down until she could reach Jim's prickhead with her curling tongue. She licked the far knob of his cock, and tongued its collar.

"You do that so well!" Jim said.

As Rose licked his prick, Jim began pulling off his shirt. But he left his pants on, opened at the crotch. Being partially dressed added an element of kinkiness to the blow job.

Now Rose was holding her tongue near the underside of Jim's cockhead. As the prick twitched, it would slap against her tongue.

From there, Rose lowered her head and took his ball-sack between her teeth. Biting down hard, but not too hard, Rose stretched that flesh by tugging at it.

But all this was just preliminaries. She was soon ready to start sucking in earnest.

She began at the base of Jim's prick. Opening her mouth around the thick shaft, she began nibbling her way to the tip. And when she reached that blunt tip, she opened wide and took it into her mouth.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jim sighed when he felt her hot mouth surrounding his cock-knob.

At first Rose merely held the prickhead in her mouth. But it wasn't long before she was wiggling her tongue around beneath the head.

As she held his cock in her mouth, Rose looked up at Jim. He was looking down at her. He smiled.

"You have a magic mouth," he said.

Rose smiled too. But with a cock in her mouth her smile showed at her eyes more than at her mouth.

She began moving her head up and down slowly. Jim's prick began sliding over the softness of her wet tongue. And as she fucked her face with his prick, she held his balls in one hand while her other hand slid under his ass.

Jim closed his eyes. He was concentrating on the marvelous sensations Rose was giving him with her talented mouth.

Her head began rising and falling in a greater arch. Jim's prick was reaching down her throat. And on the up-stroke, the collar of the cock appeared between Rose's lips.

Her head began moving faster. And all Jim had to do was lie there and enjoy it.

But Rose would only take him so far, Jim had to repay her for sucking him. And she only accepted repayment in similar coin.

So when she thought Jim was at a nice level of lust, she took her mouth from his tool. She liked the way it shined with her saliva. And she gave it a few last licks before moving up Jim's body.

Rose began sliding up Jim's body. First, she brought hey tits to his crotch. She sandwiched his wet and throbbing prick between them. Then she held her nipples to the taut skin of his prickhead.

But Rose didn't linger like that for too long. After all, she was eager for Jim's mouth at her snatch.

Straddling him, Rose continued on her way. She dragged her drooling cunt along his belly and chest, leaving a swath of her fragrant juice.

"Are you going to eat me?" she asked as she brought her cunt near his face.

"Sure," Jim said. "My mouth is already watering."

He loved to see Rose's cunt coming toward his face like this. And as she put her shins next to his head he could smell the hot odor of her simmering juice.

Now her cunt was hovering right over his face. Jim could look up and see the shining inner lips of her cunt. The entrance to her tunnel was gaping, ready to be entered by his tongue.

Gradually, Rose lowered herself until she felt Jim's tongue meet her gash.

"O-o-o-o," she moaned.

By hovering over him, she could control the cunt-sucking she was receiving. So she began rocking back and forth, moving Jim's tongue along her oozing slot. Then she lowered her hips more, and felt his tongue pierce her twat.

From his vantage point below her cunt, Jim could look up along Rose's belly. And between her slightly sagging tits he could see her face.

And Rose was looking down at Jim too. But she could only see his eyes and forehead. The rest of his face was obscured by her own hairy muff.

"I love the way you lick my cunt," she said to the pair of eyes looking up at her.

By now, Jim was moving his head. Rose was more or less still. Rather than rocking her hips or moving up and down, she was merely trembling in a fit of passion. It was Jim who was doing the work now.

Jim had grabbed Rose's ass, a check in each hand. In that way he could move her cunt over his mouth in any way he liked. He would coordinate the movements of her body with the movements of his head. That way, he could run his tongue back and forth along the entire length of her again. And he could pull her down to ream her cave with his tongue, or raise her to flutter his tongue over her clit.

"Um-m-m-m-m," Rose murmured. "Oh, Jim!"

Jim saw her grab her own tits as she moaned. But he already knew how his tonguing was affecting her, far he could feel her body quaking. The asscheeks he was gripping were trembling.

But Rose had to let go of her tits soon. In her passion she had to bend over Jim's head and support herself by holding the arm of the couch. As she changed positions, Jim saw her huge jugs swing and hang low.

Her tits weren't hanging far from Jim's forehead. So he let go of her ass and grabbed those hanging melons.

Rose began grinding her cunt on Jim's mouth in uncontrollable lust. Jim had to let go of her tits and grab her ass again. He lifted her slightly so he could breathe. In her frenzy, Rose would have smothered the poor cunt-lapper.

"Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h," Rose moaned.

Unlike Jim, Rose could have a long string of orgasms. So Jim didn't have to worry about her coming too soon.

"Oh, Jim," Rose groaned. "I'm coming! A-a-a-a-a-a."

Now Jim had to hold on to Rose's ass tightly. In her ecstasy, she was writhing and squirming wildly.

Jim could feel warm cunt-juice running down his throat and over his cheeks and chin. He was being bathed in the slippery stuff, and he loved it.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-a-a-a-a," Rose was wailing in a crescendo of passion.

But Jim kept his tongue working on her clit with an occasional dip into her flowering tunnel.

Rose was clutching at the couch's arm now. Her tits were swaying like huge pendulums. Her hips were shivering and jerking.

"Ow-w-w, wait," she cried, pulling her cunt off Jim's face. "I can't stand any more! But, here, just let me."

She moved to the other end of the couch, lay down on her back, and spread her legs.

"Come on and fuck me!" she said breathlessly. "Hurry!"

Rose had grabbed her own tits again. One leg went up over the back of the couch and the other was draped over the edge to the floor. In that position, her soaking, stretched gash seemed to be calling out for Jim's cock.

And he didn't keep it waiting.

"Oh, honey," he said as he crawled over her. "You look so beautiful when you come!"

Rose was suspended in mid-orgasm. But as soon as Jim's prick sank into her twat, she began wailing and writhing again.

Jim felt her pussy squeezing his prick in powerful spasms as soon as he was plugged in. So he didn't even begin pumping at first. He just enjoyed having her twat around his rod.

But Rose didn't let him get away with that for long.

"Come on!" she panted. "Fuck me-e-e-e!"

Giving her hips a few desperate thrusts, she started Jim moving his prick in and out other cave.

With his prick sliding in the satin-lined tunnel of Rose's gripping cunt, Jim's passion grew. And since his prick had been primed by Rose's blowjob, he was especially susceptible to immediate bliss.

"Oh, it feels great!" he whispered hoarsely. "I can feel your cunt spamming."

"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" was all Rose could say. With his prick being milked by Rose's pussy, Jim soon felt his jism about to erupt.

"I'm going to come!" he moaned.

And with that news, Rose began pumping her hips more violently, and her screams became more piercing.

Together, they thrashed and clutched at each other. Their hips continued to crash together, driving Jim's prick relentlessly. Rose grabbed Jim's head, pulled his gasping mouth to hers, and shoved her tongue down his throat.

Slowly, the frantic fucking stopped. Soon they were lying in a heap and panting in exhaustion.

"That's just what I needed," Rose said. "It was wonderful."

"Now I suppose I don't get to see you again until you get horny," Jim said.

"We still have a date for Saturday," Rose said.

"But I want to see you more," Jim said. "I want to see you all the time."

"Well, you can't see me all the time," Rose said. "I have a job and a son to take care of don't forget."

"Rose, marry me," Jim said.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked her to marry him. But all the other times Rose laughed it off.

She still didn't want to marry Jim, but she didn't think she could just laugh it off now.

Rose didn't say anything. She merely lay still beneath Jim, his prick still in her.

"Well, at least you're not saying no," Jim said. "Is that a good sign?"

"No," Rose said suddenly, pushing Jim off her. "I don't want to get married, Jim. Not to you or anyone else."

Rose got up from the couch and began to pace back and forth. Jim remained on the couch, silent. Finally, Rose began dressing.

"You don't have to drive me home," Rose said. "I feel like taking a walk."

"Are you sure?" Jim asked. "Just because I asked you to marry me and you turned me down again doesn't mean I don't want to drive you home."

"I know. It's not that," Rose said. "I just feel like walking."

She left Jim lying on the couch. It was a cool, starry night, and Rose lived only a mile away. She really did need to walk, to be alone. She had to figure out why it was that when Jim proposed marriage again she had suddenly thought of her son. And why had she thought of him with such a rush of passion?

CHAPTER FIVE

On her way home from Jim's, Rose began to feel horny again.

"Shit, if a fucking isn't going to last for even a half an hour I don't know what I'll do," she told herself.

There didn't seem to be anything to do except go home and jerk off. But Rose knew how her lust for her son would nag at her if she were in the same house as he.

Then she remembered that the doughnut joint near the highway stayed open all night. It was probably the only thing opened for miles, and the only alternative to going home.

So Rose headed for the doughnut shop. She'd only been there a few times to pick up some doughnuts. She never stayed to get coffee and eat her doughnuts there. She began to look forward to sampling the only after-hours joint in town. Who knows, she told herself, she might even find some nice guy willing to fuck her.

She felt a bit uneasy going into the brightly lit place. She was the only woman in there. Besides her, there were a few young couples, a few old men, and the woman who worked there.

Rose took a seat and ordered a cup of coffee and a glazed twist.

As she sat there she felt her hot cunt juice soaking into her underpants. Her horniness hadn't abated one bit.

Taking shy glimpses around, she decided that there wasn't anyone in the place she would be interested in fucking. A few of the young guys would have been tempting if they didn't have girls with them.

Still, Rose liked looking at the young guys with their girl friends. She could at least fantasize.

A boy with long brown hair looked good to her. And Rose proceeded to undress him in her mind.

By the time she was imagining grabbing his hard cock, her cunt was so wet and hungry she couldn't help putting one hand between her thighs and pressing against her starving pussy.

The boy began to become aware that she was watching him. Once when their eyes met, Rose gave him a slight smile before looking away.

It wasn't at all like her to flirt with strange boys. But in her heat she couldn't help it. And it gave her an extra charge of lust to fuel her fantasy.

But she was too shy to continue staring at the boy now that she had been bold enough to smile at him.

So she picked out another boy to dream about. This time she gazed with longing at a baby-faced boy with blond, hair. He was with a girl too.

But as she began dreaming about fucking him, she found that the brown-haired boy was still in her mind. Now she would have to share herself with both of them. Too bad it was only a fantasy, though.

But soon it began to look as though both guys could be hers.

The girl sitting beside the brown-haired boy got up and went to where the blond was sitting with his girl friend.

Now that the boy with the long brown hair was alone, Rose's cunt began to get hotter. But Rose was too shy now to meet his gaze again.

Rose's fantasy was shattered though. It was okay to fantasize when there was no hope. But now that the boy was alone, Rose thought she might have a chance.

Then the girl who'd been sitting with him, and the girl beside the blond boy, left. Rose watched them get into a car and drive away.

There was nothing in her way now, she knew. If she wanted him, all she had to do was tell him. She knew a kid his age couldn't resist.

But Rose had never done anything as brash as approach a teen-aged kid. And she didn't think she could do it now. But with her cunt crying out for a cock, she might be able to do it.

Picking up a kid in an all-night doughnut joint would be a big step for Rose. And as horny as she was, she didn't know if she wanted to take that step. So she was glad when the blond boy went over to where the brown-haired boy sat.

She knew she would never have the guts to approach two boys.

But the next time Rose glanced at him, she saw him looking back. He had a different expression on his face now. It looked like he might be thinking of approaching her!

And Rose knew that two boys would have more nerve than one. They could encourage each other.

Suddenly the game changed. Now it was Rose who was the prey.

Although she wouldn't feel right about picking up a young kid in a doughnut shop, it would be a lot easier to let herself be picked up.

Rose began shaking. She didn't know if she should smile at the boy again.

When she thought of the boy's stiff prick, Rose almost lifted her eyes to look at him again. But her horniness still wasn't sufficient to overcome her shyness.

A roar outside distracted Rose. She looked out the big picture window and saw three motorcycles pull up. Now there would be three more boys to watch. She watched them stroll into the place and go to the blond and brown haired boys.

Now there were five boys.

Rose didn't know what that meant as far as any one of them trying to pick her up. But when she stuck her doughnut into her mouth she wished it was a hard prick.

As confused as she was, Rose kept taking looks at the boys. And each time she looked, at least one of them was looking back at her. She thought she could hear them talking about her.

"Nice tits," one said. "Old enough to be your mother," said another.

But she couldn't be sure if they were talking about her or not.

Finally, Rose couldn't stand the tension any longer. She didn't know if any of them would try to pick her up, or if she would try to pick one of them up. She didn't know how she could go about picking one of them up even if she wanted to. And she didn't know if she wanted to.

The only logical thing to do would be to go home and jerk off. Rose reached for her bill when a voice at her side startled her.

"I haven't seen you here before," the voice said. Rose turned her head and saw the boy with the long brown hair sitting right behind her. In her confusion, she had been staring into her coffee cup for the past few minutes and had been oblivious to everything but her horniness.

"No. I've never been here," she heard herself saying to the boy.

"Live around here?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

She almost told the boy that she had a son not much younger than he. She was going to ask the boy if he knew Ted, but she stopped herself. After all, if anything happened, she didn't want it getting back to Ted.

"That is, I used to live here, I moved. I live in Springville now."

Lying thrilled her. Suddenly she felt free. She could fuck this kid and no one would ever, know.

Rose felt herself relax suddenly. She began asking the boy about himself. And she didn't try to hide her interest in his body.

"Hey, would you like to go for a ride on my bike?" he asked.

"Oh, do you have a motorcycle too?" she asked.

"Sure, I've got the fastest bike in town," he said proudly.

"Yeah, I'd like to go for a ride," Rose said, to her own surprise.

"Great, come on," the boy said.

Rose picked up her check. But the boy took it from her. And as they passed the other boys, he gave it to one of them, telling him to pay it.

"Oh, aren't they going with us?" Rose asked. "What a shame."

"I'd like to go," the blond said.

In the corner of her eye, Rose saw the brown-haired boy frown. He wanted to have her alone, naturally. But Rose was getting a wild, kinky idea. She could hardly believe what she was thinking.

"Yeah, I'd like to go too," another boy said. "Me too," added yet another.

Before long all five boys had joined the group. And they all left together.

Rose could sense that the boy with the long brown hair was angry with his friends. She couldn't blame him. He thought he was going to get a chance to be alone with Rose. Now he was only part of a crowd going for a ride.

Rose wished she could tell him what her plan was, but he would have to waft. He wouldn't be disappointed, though, she knew.

She got, on the back of the boy's motorcycle. When it started, she felt the vibrations on her clit. It was like sitting on a huge vibrating dildo, Rose thought. She began to wonder how much a bike like that cost.

Then the five motorcycles tore out of the parking lot and sped down the street.

Fear was suddenly added to the lust that was tilling Rose's brain. She clung to the boy in front of her tightly. They were going so fast that the electric signs that lined the street seemed to be a long colorful blur.

But Rose began to get used to the ride. As she reined, her lust was once again dominant.

The boys drove out of town. And in the country, everything seemed different. It was very dark except for the light of the quarter moon. And the roar of the bikes seemed like the only living thing for miles.

As Rose hung on to the boy, she began squirming her body against his. Her nipples were hard and pressed to his back. And her wet cunt was leaning on his ass as her thighs gripped him.

They drove for miles. Rose was having a great time. But there was still her plan. And if it worked, she would have a night she would never forget.

As they were speeding past a spot where Rose had come for picnics, and when her cunt was really going crazy with the vibrations of the bike, she inched forward, putting her mouth near the boy's ear.

"Could we stop for a while?" she asked.

"Sure," the boy said.

Immediately, the bike slowed and pulled off the road. Since they were in the lead, the other bikes followed them, slowing and swerving off the road.

"You guys don't have to stop just because we did, you know," the boy said.

"I'm glad they stopped," Rose said so they all heard. "It's fun being with a whole motorcycle gang."

By now she was trembling with anticipation. If someone told her what she was going to do, she never would have believed it. But here she was, out in the country with five boys she'd never seen before. And she was thinking of a way to tell them that she wanted them all to fuck her.

"There's a stream right down there," Rose said, pointing down a hill. "I used to come here to go swimming."

She began strolling in the direction of the stream. The boys followed like puppies.

"Hey, would any of you like to go swimming now?" she asked.

It was a good way to get her clothes off, she realized. But now that she was putting her plan into effect, she was getting so excited she could hardly move without stumbling. "It's sort of chilly for swimming," one of the boys said.

"Not really," Rose said. "I think I will take a dip."

She glanced back at the boys in time to see them looking at each other in bewilderment. Rose would have laughed at their wonderment if she wasn't so wild with her kinky plan.

Before she even got to the stream, Rose began undressing. As she pulled her blouse off she realized that it was rather chilly. It was too late to turn back now, even if she wanted to, and she didn't. She might even be able to turn the chilliness to her favor.

The boys had been behind her, following. But now that Rose had stripped her blouse off, they caught up with her.

Rose could feel their hungry eyes on her tits. And she exaggerated her quick gait so her tits would shake and bounce.

Rose stopped at the side of the stream. Staring off into the darkness, she began pulling off her slacks. And as she pulled them down the boys' eyes heated her body.

Rose could no longer be sure she wasn't merely dreaming all this. It was just too weird to be true. How could she be standing naked in the middle of a bunch of strangers?

But when she dove into the water she knew that it was no dream. She was awake and about to fuck every one of those kids.

"Bur-r-r-r-r," she said when her head bobbed to the surface.

Then she began swimming to the bank. In the moonlight her body showed just clear enough for the boys to see the crack in her ass as she swam.

Rose reached the bank and crawled out of the water.

"Ah-h-h-h, it is chilly," she said.

She tried to wipe off the water with her hands. The boys were surrounding her, watching with passion.

Rose had never felt so good. Her cunt was dying for a fucking. And since she was sure she was going to get it, the longing was sweet.

The boys staring at her nakedness thrilled her, too.

She was eager to get things going. "Help me dry off, will you boys?" she asked.

The boys had been crowding around, getting closer and closer. But when Rose asked for help they suddenly closed in.

Hands were all over her before she knew what was happening. They were brushing water off her with the same fast strokes she had been giving herself. But soon the hands began caressing and probing.

"Oh, your hands are so nice and warm," Rose sighed as she gave herself to the grasping, pawing hands.

Then the boys added their mouths to the task. Rose felt kisses and licks everywhere on her body. Hard bodies were now pressing in from every side. Rose kissed mouth after mouth, tasting each boy's tongue.

Her tits were being squeezed and handled. And every few seconds she felt a mouth surrounding her hard nipples. But five boys sharing two tits could be rough.

Fingers were creeping into her crotch from front and back. Rose's cunt and were covered with greedy, exploring fingers until she felt like a living ant hill. It was the most glorious experience of her life.

"Oh, take it easy, now," she warned. "There's enough for all."

Rose began to sink to the ground. And as she did, the boys sank along with her. Their hands kept fondling and examining.

Finding herself on her back finally, Rose opened her legs and prepared to get fucked.

The boys began to pull their pants off. Rose heard the rustling and swishing of pants being removed.

Suddenly, there was a boy between her thighs. Then Rose felt a hard prick being maneuvered in her crotch. Its fat tip found her tunnel and slipped into it.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she moaned as she was filled with stiff meat.

The cock began thrusting.

Since Rose had been horny and plotting this gang-bang for some time, the prick in her felt even more sensational than a prick usually did.

"Come on, fuck me!" she cried in a guttural voice.

Whoever was fucking her, it was too dark for her to tell, was doing it with primitive passion. His cock rammed into her so hard Rose's body jerked violently. Then the prick was backed out, only to be thrust with mighty force again.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, God!" Rose wailed. "I love it!"

The vibrations of the motorcycle had made Rose's twat extremely sensitive. So the bridal fucking she was getting had a profound effect on her.

But before she could come, she felt the heat of the boy's jism filling her. Then her cunt was empty.

But there was nothing to worry about. Another prick was waiting. And before she knew it, Rose had another bucking cock in her.

The second boy had barely begun thrusting when Rose hit her peak. She wrapped her legs around the boy's hips. Her body was turned into a writhing coil of ecstasy.

The prick pistoning in her now was sending a joyous wave of bliss through her with every lunge.

When this boy had came, the next boy had to help disengage Rose's legs which were still wrapped tightly around his body. And Rose was too delirious with pleasure to know enough to release him.

"A-a-a-a-a," she cried like a baby who had its bottle taken away.

But when another prick entered her spasming cunt, Rose's moans mellowed into a happy wail.

"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, fuck me!" she wailed.

Rose descended into a fabulous storm of sexual rapture. She was hardly aware of the changes of pricks in her cunt especially when the boys began taking seconds. They could last longer, so Rose's ecstasy wasn't interrupted so frequently.

Gradually, Rose began to realize that it was over. But it had been so wonderful she just lay there in the after-glow of the fucking of her life.

"Come on, lady," the long-haired boy said. "We'll take you back to town."

"Oh-h-h, that was wonderful," Rose gasped.

She tried to sit up. But her muscles were now so relaxed after her prolonged ecstasy that the boys had to help her. They brought her hers clothes and helped her into them.

It wasn't until Rose was on the motorcycle again with the wind blowing through her hair that she realized what she had done.

Until that evening, she had been a fairly normal, middle class mother -- maybe slightly more lusty than most mothers, but comparatively normal.

What was she now? But Rose wasn't ashamed.

The joy she'd experienced was a revelation to her.

There was more joy in the world than she'd known.

And now she was determined to get more of it.

She had the boys drop her off near the doughnut shop. And only when they were out of sight did she continue on her way home.

By the time she got into bed that night, it was almost light.

But Rose was aware of a big difference in the way she felt as she began drifting off to sleep. This was the first night she could remember when she wasn't horny as she fell asleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Ever since getting into Jean's pants, Ted had been eager to get together with her again. But every time he tried to talk to her she reminded him of the mess he'd made with his spewing jism the last time they'd been together.

But Ted refused to give up. That is to say, he couldn't give up. He was a slave to the memory of Jean's cunt. He didn't know of any other girls who would let him go as far as she had.

So obsessed was he with the memory of Jean's pink nipples and fuzzy cunt, be continued to pursue her.

After school one day, he saw her cross the street to the public library. That would be a perfect place to confront her, Ted thought.

But by the time he had followed her to the library she had disappeared. She wasn't in the big reading room. And although it would be hard to find her in the stacks, Ted roamed the long rows of shelves with a stiff prick throbbing in his pants.

It seemed that Jean must have come in, then left again. In any case, she didn't seem to be around.

So Ted was stuck with his hard-on in the quiet library.

There was something about being alone in a public place that excited Ted. He'd jerked off a few times in the art gallery, and it had been great. Maybe he could repeat that joy now, he thought.

Then he got another inspiration.

Once a friend showed him a textbook on anatomy. There were photos of naked women. And for some reason, pictures of ordinary women, standing and facing the camera, were more exciting than the models who posed in the skin magazines he looked at sometimes.

This would be almost as good as finding Jean, Ted figured. He went to the card catalogue and looked up anatomy. Then, with the numbers of the books in his head, he went back into the stacks.

The faintly musty odor of all those old books I made Ted even more excited as he began searching for the books he wanted.

And as he followed the numbers, getting closer, his heart began pounding.

Then the books he sought were right before him. The anatomy books began on a low shelf. Ted knelt at the treasured books. He began pulling the books out, one after another, and flipping through them.

But all he found were pictures of people without any skin. Red muscles and white bones were shown in all sorts of postures.

A few of the books had drawings of naked women. But none were very exciting.

Ted was about to give up when he heard footsteps. He recognized the sound of high-heels. Again, being alone, unseen, with a stiff cock was terribly exciting. It was getting even more so when Ted knew that there was a woman near who didn't know he was there.

Peering through the shelves, over the tops of the books, Ted saw a pair of tits moving. They were covered with a blue, woolen sweater, which was tightly hugging the boobs.

Lowering himself, Ted caught sight of a wiggling ass. There was something familiar about the woman, but Ted didn't know who she was. Even when he stood on his tip-toes and saw her brown hair he didn't recognize her.

The woman was a few aisles away, but there were two shelves of books between them. Even though Ted could see her, he could remain unnoticed.

Then he saw the woman bend down, looking at a low shelf of books.

Ted caught a glimpse of her face as she bent down. It was Mrs. Black, his homeroom teacher.

Now Ted's prick was jerking powerfully. He had dreamed of fucking this chick every morning since school had started. Peeking at her through the shelves was thrilling.

Ted found that he could, see up the woman's skirt as she crouched at the bottom shelf. Her skirt had risen up her thighs and her panties showed.

As he stared at the crotch of Mrs. Black's panties, Ted dreamed of the pussy behind it.

Suddenly, he knew he would have to jerk off immediately. In his excitement, jerking off with the view up Mrs. Black's skirt would be the best he could expect.

Moving as quickly as he could, Ted brought his hand to his crotch and pulled down his fly. As he fished his thick rod out, he got so excited he could hardly keep from groaning out loud. As it was, his breath was coming in harsh gasps that he was afraid Mrs. Black might hear.

But Ted managed to get his twitching prick in his hand without letting the woman know that he was watching.

But just as Ted was sliding his fist along the length of his prick, Mrs. Black stood up. Her crotch disappeared from view.

Naturally, Ted was horribly disappointed but he wasn't about to stop jerking off. Rather, he stood, and peering through a higher shelf, satisfied himself with the sight of her ample tits.

Mrs. Black was fairly old, older than Ted's mother. In fact, her hair was beginning to get grey. But her body was youthful, slim, and curvy.

Looking at her sweater stretched over her tits wasn't terribly thrilling. But being there, jerking off, with a woman innocent of his intentions, was very exciting. Then Mrs. Black crouched don again.

Ted crouched too. He could see once again up her skin.

But when she rested one hand on her thigh, her fingers partly covered her nylon-covered crotch.

This was exciting, Ted thought, but it was very frustrating too.

But then Mrs. Black's fingers moved out of the way, and Ted peered up her skirt again. He could see a few hairs poking out the leg-holes of her undies.

He was straining his eyes, trying to see if the crotch of her panties revealed a crease at the crack of her cunt. Ted was trying to see that crack so hard he didn't notice that the woman was running her fingers along the insides of her thigh.

It wasn't until Mrs. Black hiked her skirt higher and reached closer to her pussy that Ted caught on.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. She was stroking the skin of her thigh an inch below the hidden mound of her cunt!

Ted couldn't believe he was going to be lucky enough to see his homeroom teacher do something kinky in the stacks of the library. Then Mrs. Black put her fingers right on the soft hill of her cunt, pressing into the white fabric of her panties. She scratched that mound vigorously.

Then she stood up again.

Again Ted was disappointed. But his hope of seeing her do something weird had left him gasping and shaking. His orgasm would be better for having seen her scratch her pussy.

Ted was still pumping his fist on his throbbing cock. The tingling sensations of sexual ecstasy were beginning to spread through him.

But then something happened that threatened Ted's whole plan.

Mrs. Black began leaving the aisle she had been in. Ted thought he would lose sight of her. Then he would be left with his cock in his hand, an orgasm coming, and nothing to look at for stimulation.

But Mrs. Black didn't leave his sight. Rather, she moved into the aisle that had been separating Ted from her. Now they were only separated by one shelf of books. And the gapes in that shelf left Ted open to discovery.

At first be thought he'd better cram his prick back into his pants. But he was too hot to stop now.

Ted froze. Although he could see Mrs. Black moving on the other side of the shelf, she didn't notice him. Ted could even smell her perfume!

Mrs. Black began looking up and down the shelf that separated her from the masturbating boy.

And when Ted could be sure his movements wouldn't attract her attention, he would give his prick a few strokes. His orgasm was still building in him.

Finally, Mrs. Black crouched down again. Ted, terrified of being caught, but helpless, crouched too. It paid off.

Now he had a beautiful view up his teacher's skin. And, yes, he could see the crack of her cunt as the nylon of her undies creased into it.

With this view, Ted could have a fabulous climax. He wanted to hurry so he could come before Mrs. Black stood up again, robbing him of the view.

So Ted let his hand jerk back and forth in a flurry of pumping. It wasn't easy to jerk off while crouching down. So he had to support himself with his other hand at the edge of a shelf.

Just as the pleasure of coming was about to engulf him, though, Ted's hand slipped.

His arm thrust forward, pushing books through the shelf and spilling into the aisle where Mrs. Black crouched.

"What the...?" Mrs. Black gasped.

Then, Ted saw his teacher's face looking at him through the gap he had caused in the line of books.

"Ted! What happened?" she asked.

Ted was panicking. Later he would realize that if only he had kept his cool he could have kept his secret. But by then he would be thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't kept his cool.

"I-I-I-I... I mean," he stammered.

Ted's face was red and his mouth worked crazily as he tried to say something sensible.

But by then Mrs. Black had become suspicious. She frowned. Then she stuck her head through the gap in the shelf that Ted had caused in his clumsiness.

Ted could have melted with embarrassment when he saw Mrs. Black's eyes gaze down to where be held his still-stiff prick in his now-still hand.

The woman's face seemed to become stone. Her mouth was still turned down at the corners in a frown. Her brow was wrinkled with the surprise of having books cascading down at her. Ted was waiting for her to begin scolding him. In fact, he prayed for the scolding to start it would be better than having his teacher frowning at his hard cock and remaining silent. But rather than yell at him for jerking off in the library, Mrs. Black's face began to lose its harsh aspect.

Her mouth slowly fell open. Her eyes relaxed from their frown and widened.

Ted knew he should put his prick away, but for some reason he couldn't. He merely stood there, holding the twitching rod. And it hadn't lost a bit of its firm hardness.

"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Black gasped. "Oh, Ted!"

The next thing Ted knew, the teacher pulled her head back through the shelf, ran around it, and came face to face with him.

During all this, Ted remained paralyzed. But when he felt Mrs. Black throw her arms around him and pull him to her, the stricken boy began to come to life.

He let go of his prick and let it sink into the scratchy wool skirt that covered Mrs. Black's belly. At first he just held his hands to his sides. But when he felt her tits pressing firmly into his chest, he reached around her, filling his hands with her ass.

"Oh, Ted, you scared me," Mrs. Black gasped. "All those books suddenly falling. Bit odd."

Ted's head was swimming. After all, he'd been dreaming of being in this position with his homeroom teacher. But he never thought it would happen, especially under these circumstances.

Ted could feel Mrs. Black's ass compressing under his squeezing fingers. Her tits were hot against his chest. But best of all was his naked, hard prick throbbing against her belly.

Then Mrs. Black's mouth was on his own. Her lips were open and her tongue was wagging. Ted kissed her back, though he still couldn't believe what was happening.

Ted wanted to grab one of her tits, but somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. After all, this woman was his teacher.

Ted didn't have a chance to grab her tits anyhow, for after a short but deep kiss Mrs. Black sank to her knees.

This was almost too much for the boy to bear. Having his hard cock wagging in his homeroom teacher's face almost made him turn and run.

But of course he didn't. Probably he couldn't even if he tried. For Mrs. Black soon had him in a tight grip, and her grip was around his prick and balls.

Ted looked down. He could see one of her hands holding his prick just as she had held it. Her other hand came up under his balls until she was supporting those heavy nuts in her palm. She was staring at his leaping prick-knob as it twitched a few inches from Mrs. Black's nose.

Ted shivered. He was hotter than he'd ever been. And he was overwhelmed with these strange circumstances.

Suddenly, Ted felt his prick being bathed in seething wetness. Although he saw Mrs. Black's head lunge forward, it didn't register until he felt his prick being sucked on vigorously.

Here he was in the library, getting a blow job. Could it really be happening?

Ted reached out to grab the shelves for support. He was shaking so furiously several more books tumbled to the floor around him and the woman kneeling before him.

Ted couldn't tell what was happening to his prick. All he knew was that it had never been treated to a thrilling sensation.

Then it stopped. Ted's prick felt cold as Mrs. Black's mouth was taken from it.

Looking down again, Ted saw his teacher turn her head from side to side. She seemed to be listening and looking. Ted did likewise. But the only sounds he could hear were the pounding of his heart and his panting breath.

Then Mrs. Black stood. For a moment, Ted was afraid it was all over.

But Mrs. Black suddenly lifted her skirt. Ted looked down at her crotch. The nylon covered mound that he'd been straining to see under her skirt was now revealed. And he could see that he had been right when noting that she had a plump cunt. And looking down at her crotch gave Ted an even better view of the way her panties dipped into her gash.

But there was no reason to guess how her twat would look unveiled. For the next second, Mrs. Black grabbed her underpants and pulled them down.

As she stepped out of that tiny garment, Ted stared at her tangle of black hair. He hadn't seen pubic hair that was so long and bushy before. But he knew that the crack hidden in it was juicy: the hot odor was already reaching his nostrils.

Mrs. Black shoved her panties into her blouse at the waist of her skirt. Ted, in his dizzy passion, realized that she knew just what she was doing. After all, it someone came along suddenly, they wouldn't have much time to hide their kinky game.

Then Mrs. Black stepped up to the boy again. Again she threw her arms around him. But now her skirt was up around her waist, and Ted could feel his cock pressing into bare skin. His balls hung at her bristling cunt-curls and were tickled by them.

They kissed again. And now Ted didn't hesitate to fill his hands with her tits.

Although Mrs. Black was wearing a bra, Ted could tell that her tits were supple and firm. And the bra didn't hide the fact that her nipples were erect.

Mrs. Black slipped her hand between their bellies. Ted felt her fingers circling his prick again. Then Mrs. Black shoved the cock down into the tangle of her pubic carpet.

Ted tried to concentrate on what his rod was experiencing. He could feel the hairs sliding over it and the grip of Mrs. Black's thighs. Then it seemed that he could feel the plump, soft lips of her twat resting on his bone, but he couldn't be sure.

Then Mrs. Black stepped back. She rested her back against the shelves and raised one foot to the opposite shelf.

"Fuck me, Ted!" she said in a voice that Ted had never heard in the classroom.

He stepped up to her, watching his prick move to the thick bush of hair.

Ted reached her crotch with his fingers and prick-tip simultaneously. Mrs. Black took his prick into her hand.

As Ted spread her cunt lips with his fingers, he could feel how wet and slippery her snatch was. Holding her loose lips open, he tried to insert the bucking tip of his dong into the tunnel that was drooling over his fingers.

But it was Mrs. Black's hand that actually guided Ted's cock into her. He was eager and willing, but in his uncontrolled lust, Ted would never have been able to thread that needle by himself.

As soon as he felt his cockhead in her envelope of slippery heat, though, he gave his hips a push. His prick slid into Mrs. Black's tight twat.

"Uh-h-h-h-h," she grunted at the force of Ted's thrust.

Ted was breathless. With his prick buried to the hilt in that well of satin caresses, he was out of his mind.

"Hey, not so hard," Mrs. Black said as the shelf she was leaning against began to sway.

Mrs. Black grabbed Ted's hips and tried to get him pumping in a rhythmic manner. Although she did manage to slow him somewhat, she couldn't overcome his animal eagerness.

Ted was only aware of the exquisite sensation his prick was being treated to in the soupy grip of his teacher's love-pit.

Each thrust of his prick was a revelation to the boy. This is what he'd been longing for. And flow be knew that he never even knew how glorious it would be when he finally got his reward.

He was only slightly aware of the gasping and sighing that were being muffled on his neck as Mrs. Black tried to keep her sounds of joy secret. He felt her hands gripping his ass as though in a dream.

The only reality for Ted at that moment was his prick sliding in the hot and tender lining of Mrs. Black's pussy.

Then Ted was crying out with rapture.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h, m-m-m-m-f-f-f," he groaned until he was gagged by his teacher's hand over his mouth.

He had never come like this before. Every time his cock spasmed, sending huge gobs of jism into Mrs. Black's cunt, Ted was convulsed with bliss.

As his orgasm began to fade, Ted became aware of his teacher's ecstasy. She was making strange sounds deep in her throat. Her fingers were clawing at Ted like an eagle's talons.

At first he couldn't see her face because it was buried in his neck. But now Mrs. Black had thrown her head back. Ted recognized the same expression that he'd seen on his mother's face when he peeked at her through the bathroom window.

Mrs. Black was still holding Ted by the hips. She was keeping him moving back and forth. Ted tried to keep pumping his prick. But after coming, his cock felt ticklish.

Seeing his teacher in her fit of ecstasy, though, Ted did his best to give her a good orgasm.

Ted's prick had begun to soften. Mrs. Black's cunt began gripping it in spasms, though, and that kept the rod hard.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n," Mrs. Black squealed through clamped teeth.

Then she stopped Ted's hips. She pulled her cunt from the spike that had impaled it. The wet, sticky spike began deflating.

"Ted, honey," she sighed. "That was nice!"

Ted was still gasping with the fantastic experience, but his teacher seemed completely relaxed. Her face was glowing; she looked like an angel.

As Mrs. Black pulled her panties from her blouse and stepped into them, Ted pushed his shrunken prick into his pants.

"Now you're not to tell anyone about this," Mrs. Black said in matter-of-fact tones. "We can do it again. But only if you don't tell."

"No, I won't tell," Ted said.

But he said that mechanically. He still couldn't think straight.

Mrs. Black had her panties pulled up and her skirt straightened out. She ran her hands over her blouse, smoothing it. Then she ran her fingers through her hair.

"It really was wonderful," she said to Ted, then kissed him quickly.

In another second she was gone. But Ted heard her voice as she said hello to Clara, a girl in Ted's class. And Ted had been surprised at how casually Mrs. Black's voice sounded no one could have guessed that she'd just been fucking.

"Hi, Ted," a voice said.

Ted looked at the edge of the shelf and saw Clara.

"Is anything wrong?" she asked suddenly. "You look strange."

Ted realized that he must look as though he'd been hit by a truck. At least that's the way he felt.

"No, no," he said quickly. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Uh, see you, Clara."

Ted got away from the girl and left the library. He took a roundabout route home so he wouldn't run into anyone else.

He had to clear his head. He just got fucked, and already he could hardly remember what it had been like. As he walked, he tried to remember every second he'd been with Mrs. Black.

But one thing he wouldn't forget was the glory of fucking. Now at least he knew what he'd been deprived of for so long.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fucking all those boys in the motorcycle gang kept Rose from getting horny for almost two days. After that, she began jerking off again; also, her lascivious thoughts returned to her son.

Rose noticed that Ted was acting strangely lately.

But she didn't know that he had gotten fucked and was trying to recall the experience.

Ted would lie in bed, concentrating on his first fuck. It had come out of the blue, hitting him like a stray lightning bolt.

But getting fucked didn't cure Ted's horniness for long. Like his mother, he was relieved of his burden of horniness for a few days. After that, he felt more desperate than ever.

Actually, now Ted was constantly thinking about fucking. Since he couldn't recall important things about his fuck, he spent all his time wondering about them.

For instance, how far had his prick reached up Mrs. Black's cunt? And how would it look if he could have seen his prick pistoning in that cave? Ted knew that Mrs. Black had come, he'd seen her in ecstasy. But when did she start coming? How long did it last?

So even after both mother and son had broadened their sexual horizons, they were back in the morass of desperate longing.

Rose decided to go to Jim's for a quick fuck. If he mentioned marriage she would ignore him. But she needed to feel his prick inside her again.

But every time she called, his line was busy. There didn't seem to be anything left to do but go right over there.

By the time Rose got to Jim's door she was panting in heat. Her cunt was leaking hot juice down her thighs. If she ever needed a fucking it was now!

But when the door opened Rose had a rude shock. For instead of Jim, she was met by another woman.

At first Rose felt like running, but she still had hope. Maybe this woman was just a friend.

"Hi," the woman at the door said with a smile.

"Is Jim here?" Rose asked.

"No, he had to go to the office," the woman said. "Are you Rose?"

Rose was crushed with disappointment. But she was still curious, especially since this chick knew her name.

"Yes, I'm Rose. Who are you?"

"I'm Gail, Jim's sister," the woman said.

"Of course, I should have known," Rose said with a smile. "Jim's mentioned you."

Rose was relieved to find that the girl wasn't a new girl friend of Jim's. But she was more than relieved. She was suddenly pierced by a sword of perverted greed.

Jim had mentioned his sister, and what he'd said was that she was a lesbian. Rose remembered how that news had interested her. She had always found lesbians interesting. Now, though, with her cunt crying out for attention, Rose found that being confronted with this lesbian chick was a real thrill. Her imagination began to soar.

"Would you like to come in?" Gail asked. "I've heard so much about you, I feel I know you already."

"I'd love to," Rose said as she stepped into the apartment.

Rose never thought a lesbian could turn her on, but in her great need for sex, she found her heart pounding and her nipples gathering into hard knots.

Besides, Gail was gorgeous. She was small, almost a head shorter than Rose. But her tits were large and firm. And under Gail's blouse they showed with their up-turned cuteness.

Rose knew that she was staring blatantly. It wasn't polite, but she couldn't help herself. Rose wanted to let Gail know that she was excited. Staring at Gail was the only way she could have done that.

Gail didn't get embarrassed by Rose's gawking. Rather, she began showing off. As she asked Rose if she would like a cup of coffee, Gail tugged the bottom of her blouse down so her tits would show even more than they already were. And when Rose said she would like a cup of coffee. Gail wiggled out of the room with her ass switching back and forth.

Alone in the living room, Rose began pacing back and forth.

Would Gail make a pass at her? She wondered. Rose couldn't admit to herself that she would welcome a pass. Still, just having a lesbian so close was making Rose's passion multiply.

Before long, Rose was wondering what it would be like to be a lesbian. Would she like to eat a pussy? Would it be fun to kiss and caress tits?

When Gail came back with two cups of coffee, Rose was so wild with passion she could hardly speak. When she took the coffee from Gail, her hand shook and she spilled hot coffee on her arm.

"Ow-w-w," Rose said as she brushed the hot coffee from her.

Rose managed to put the cup down without spilling all of it.

"Oh, are you all right?" Gail asked and took Rose's burned arm in her hand.

The lesbian's, touch on her arm sent a current of electric lust directly to Rose's cunt.

Rose still refused to admit to herself that if Gail wanted her she would give herself gladly. But it was getting very difficult to ignore the sexual need coursing through her.

"I'm okay," Rose said about the burn. "I don't know why I'm so clumsy, though."

When they were both seated and sipping their coffee, Rose began to suspect that Gail was looking at her with more than passing interest. But that was to be expected, considering how Rose had been staring at Gail's tits.

"What has my brother told you about me?" Gail asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Rose said, trying to sound nonchalant. "He said you taught school. And that you quit to become an artist. And that you live out west."

"Is that all lie told you?" Gail asked rather pointedly.

Rose swallowed hard. She felt foolish about not mentioning that Jim had mentioned that his sister was a lesbian. After all, they were both sophisticated adults. And there was nothing shameful about being a lesbian, especially in these modem days. So Rose decided to call a spade a spade, to be perfectly frank.

"He also said you were a... a... a..." Rose stammered.

This was ridiculous, Rose thought. Why couldn't she say the word? She felt her face flush, and she had to lower her gaze.

Gail laughed. "A lesbian," she said. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

Like a child caught at the cookie jar, Rose merely kept her eyes cast down.

"I know it's difficult for people to talk about," Gail said. "So don't be uncomfortable. Everybody acts the same way about it."

"I'm surprised at myself though," Rose finally said. "I thought I was so modern and sophisticated."

"Yeah, I know," Gail said. "But it's still difficult."

Rose looked up. Now Gail looked even more sexy and desirable. She was leaning back in an easy chair. Her tits were standing high on her chest and her blouse looked like a flimsy sheet thrown over them.

Gail had one leg thrown over the arm of the chair. Her blue jean-covered crotch looked warm and inviting.

"Actually," Gail began in a soothing voice. "A lot of women have tried lesbianism at sometime. A lot of girls try it as teenagers, then when they discover men, they give it up."

Listening to this gorgeous chick talking about her perversion was making Rose's body buzz. Rose knew deep down inside that if Gail wanted her, all she would have to do was take her. Rose hoped she would.

But Gail continued talking.

"I had my first experiences with boys, actually," Gail said. "Then I tried a woman and forgot about the boys."

In a desperate attempt to seem in control of herself, Rose lifted her cup and took a sip.

"Have you ever tried making it with a woman?" Gail asked.

Rose wasn't sure if Gail timed the question so it would have its impact just when Rose was trying to take a sip of coffee. But, in any case, Rose got so flustered she dropped the cup right into her lap.

"Oh," she gasped as she jumped up. "Shit, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

But of course she did know. And so did Gail.

Gail jumped up too. "Oh, you're soaked," she said. "Let me get you a towel."

Rose was a mess. Her skirt was dark with spilled coffee.

"Here, I brought you one of my skirts," Gail said as she came back into the room. "This way you can take that wet skin off and hang it up to dry."

Rose liked the idea. Not that she was eager to put on Gail's skirt. But she loved the idea of showing this chick her shapely legs and smooth thighs.

Rose thanked Gail as she began unfastening the button at the side of her skirt. Her hands were still shaking and it wasn't easy for her to get her skirt unfastened.

Finally, though, Rose had her skirt sliding down her legs.

"Actually, I do know why I'm so nervous," Rose said. "I had hoped to find Jim here so we could hop in bed. I'm rather horny."

As she made that confession, Rose's cheeks burned and her voice quavered. But she was afraid Gail would let her put her skirt on without trying to seduce her.

"You're very beautiful," Gail said as she looked at Rose's naked thighs. "Too bad you're only interested in men."

Now Rose began shaking so violently that Gail could see her tits quivering.

"I never said I was only interested in men," Rose said with great difficulty in a croaking voice.

"DO YOU want to make it with me?" Gail whispered as she approached the shivering Rose.

Rose couldn't say anything. But she didn't have to. Gail came to her and hugged her.

When Rose felt the lesbian's tits pressing beneath her own tits she knew that lesbian sex was for her. And when Gail tilted her face up and kissed Rose, Rose was sure.

Rose found that kissing another woman was much different from kissing men. Maybe it was the way Gail used her tongue, so gently yet tantalizing.

After a long, deep, hungry kiss, Gail told Rose to come to the couch. Rose obeyed like a slave.

"Take your blouse off," Gail said as she pulled her own blouse from her body.

Rose saw that Gail's tits were even nicer than she'd imagined. They were wide and solid. Massive really. And the nipples were huge. Added to the pleasure of seeing Gail's tits, was the joy of showing off her own.

"You have beautiful tits," Gail said as she moved closer to Rose.

"Oh, so do you," Rose said. "Really. Yours are gorgeous, wonderful."

As she gushed about Gail's tits, Rose lifted her hands to grab them. But before taking them into her hands, she stopped. Shyness of lesbian perversion overcame her lust.

"Don't stop," Gail said. "Hold my tits!"

That was all Rose had to hear. She filled her hands with the firm softness of Gail's jugs.

"Oh-Wh-h," Rose gasped. "It's wonderful."

Rose had never suspected that feeling another woman's tits could be so thrilling. Sinking her fingers into Gail's tits and feeling the hard nipples against her palms turned Rose on.

Then Gail put her hands on Rose's tits. And once again Rose found that a woman did things differently than a man. No one had ever held her tits so excitingly as Gail was holding them now.

Gail leaned forward and kissed one of Rose's tits. Rose hugged Gail's head, pulling it into a tight embrace against her knockers. Gail responded by opening her mouth wide and sucking as much of Rose's tit into it as she could.

Even with Gail sucking hard on her tits, Rose could tell that this was a woman's mouth. It was the greatest tit-sucking she'd ever experienced.

They took turns sucking each other's tits. Ai first, Rose merely kissed and licked Gail's tits. But Gail begged her to suck them harder. So Rose let her passion loose and filled her mouth with tit-flesh. What she couldn't fit into her mouth, she grabbed in her hands.

Rose was having the time of her life. And then, she felt Gail reaching for her skirt and pulling it off. She thrilled at what would come next.

"Wait," Gail said as she took her tits from Rose's mouth.

Rose watched Gail stand and drop her skirt to the floor. Dressed only in a pair of tiny panties, Gail looked like the picture of feminine sexuality. Her hips were broad, her tummy flat, and through the sheer material of her panties Rose could see her dark, hairy triangle. Now they were both wearing panties only.

Then Gail pulled off that last garment. Rose stared at Gail's cunt and her mouth watered.

When Gail got back on the couch, she grabbed Rose's panties. Rose lifted her ass so Gail could pull down that last piece of clothing. And as her panties were stripped from her, Rose felt helpless in lesbian perversion.

Gail remained silting upright over Rose's prone body. She put her hands on Rose's stomach and began massaging her. Her eyes moved along with her rubbing hands.

"You're beautiful, perfect," Gail said as she moved her hands over Rose's tits.

Rose lay there, but her brain was flying. As Gail moved her massaging hands down to her fuzzy muff, Rose let her thighs sag open.

Gail leaned over Rose's body and kissed her. Rose grabbed Gail's tits as they rested on her belly.

But then Gail took her tits out of Rose's reach. Rose watched with bulging eyes as Gail moved between her limp legs.

As Gail kissed her way down Rose's stomach and dragged her tits along her thighs. Rose arched her back in preparation for a cunt-lapping. This wasn't going to be just another cunt-lapping, but it was to be her introduction to genuine perversion!

Gail took her time. Before putting her mouth to the soaking gash of Rose's twat, Gail kissed and licked her inner thighs and the bottoms of her asscheeks as they peeked out from beneath her cunt.

Rose squirmed as she felt Gail's tongue traveling around her cunt. It moved along the crease that separated Rose's smooth thighs from her hairy mound.

Then, when Rose was shaking with anticipation, she felt Gail's fingers spread her cunt lips.

At the first touch of Gail's tongue in the crack of Rose's snatch, Rose let out a yelp of joy. At the second touch, Rose sighed. And by the time Gail was running her tongue up and down the wet inner lips, Rose was crying out with intense pleasure.

Rose dug her fingers into Gail's long hair as it spilled over her stomach. The tongue wiggling in her cunt was exhibiting the saint feminine gentleness that Gail's mouth had shown in sucking Rose's tits. And when Rose felt that tongue fluttering over her clit she almost fell off the couch.

Gail put her hands under Rose's thighs and shoved her legs up. That way she could reach higher up Rose's cunt with her tongue.

Rose's whole body was gyrating on the couch to the stirring of the tongue in her twat. And as she squirmed, her tits wobbled heavily from side to side. Her head lolled crazily.

"Oh, Gail," Rose cried. "I've never been eaten like this! It's wonderful? Ah-h-h-h-h-h, God!"

In response, Gail reached up over Rose's body and grabbed one of her tits.

Rose had her eyes tightly shut as she concentrated on what was happening in her pussy. She could feel Gail's tongue moving around the entrance to her cave. Then it would dip into the cave and wiggle around.

When her tongue had brought Rose, to the heights of rapture, Gail began licking her clit. At first, she would give the hard bud of Rose's clit a quick lick between forays into her drooling tunnel, but, gradually, Gail's tongue lingered longer on her love-bud.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h. Suck me!" Rose moaned. "Yeah-h-h-h-h. Lick my clit!"

Gail's head nodded and swiveled between Rose's thighs as her tongue did its work.

And it wasn't long before Rose was feeling an orgasm rising in her.

"Come on, come on," Rose chanted. "I-I'm going to came!"

When Gail heard that, she fluttered her tongue with all her might on Rose's hard clit. She even took the kernel between her teeth and held it where her tongue could give it a good work-out.

"E-e-e-e-e-e," Rose squealed in blinding ecstasy. Rose's body shook so much that Gail had to hold on to her thighs so her face wouldn't be shaken from Rose's cunt.

"Ohhbhh I love it!" Rose moaned. "Oh-hh-h-h."

Gail kept licking Rose's cunt until her tongue ached. Obviously, Rose could keep her orgasm raging for quite a while. And Gail was willing to do her pert. Eventually, after keeping Rose vibrating for about five minutes. Gail decided it was her turn.

So Gail gradually eased up on her clit-sucking. Her tongue retreated to Rose's cave, then gave the inner lips a few last licks.

When Gail lifted her head from Rose's crotch and wiped her hand over her soaking cheeks and chin, she could see that Rose was completely devastated.

Gail lay down beside Rose on the narrow couch. She didn't say anything to Rose, but she was looking at her expectantly.

"That was terrific," Rose said.

But Rose knew that more was expected of her than compliments. She was willing to eat Gail's cunt, it was her first time.

"I'll suck your cunt," Rose told Gail. "But remember, I never did it before. You'll have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong."

"Don't worry," Gail said. "Just do to me what you like having done to your own cunt."

As Rose got into sucking position she felt light headed. But she was also very excited.

By the time Rose could smell Gail's hot juice, her mouth was watering. She made herself comfortable between Gail's legs, resting her tits on one of Gail's thighs.

Then she held the lips of Gail's twat open with her fingers. Rose found that looking into another woman's cunt was a thrilling experience. But she still felt slightly hesitant to stick her tongue into the pink, gaping gash.

"Come on, you'll like it," Gail said in encouragement.

Rose looked up and smiled at Gail. Then she began bringing her head down toward the waiting pussy.

Rose felt the warm mist of fragrant steam rising from Gail's snatch as she stuck out her tongue.

Then Rose felt wet flesh meet her outstretched tongue. And the flavor of pussy-juice filled her mouth.

The first taste was enough to make Rose a confirmed cunt-lapper. To her own surprise, Rose couldn't help throwing herself into the cunt sucking with all her might.

Rather than licking gently and cleverly, as Gail had done. Rose began covering Gail's spread slot with broad laps. From corner to corner, she licked Gail's cunt hungrily.

Rose loved the way Gail's inner lips wiggled beneath her sliding tongue.

"Ah-h-h-h-h, wow!" Gail groaned. "Oh, baby! Um-m-m-m."

Gail's sounds of delight made Rose use her tongue with even more force. If she'd only known how wonderfully thrilling eating a cunt could be, Rose would have started years ago.

With her powerful licking technique, Rose had Gail squirming in a few short minutes.

"I'm going to come!" Gail wailed. "Suck my clit! Harder!"

Rose did as she was told. And Gail seemed to explode. She thrust her cunt up against Rose's face so Rose's tongue was pressing hard on her clit. And Rose struggled to keep her tongue licking.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gail cried. "Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h."

Rose was feeling so proud of herself! But then Rose heard the door open. Someone was coming in!

Rose's head jerked up from Gail's pussy. She saw Jim standing inside the door. He was frozen with shock.

"Don't stop," Gail yelled as she grabbed at Rose's head, pulling it back down to her spasming cunt.

Rose could imagine how awful it would be for Gail if she stopped licking her cunt now in the middle of her orgasm. But, still, with Jim suddenly watching, it wasn't easy to continue.

Rose tried, though. She kept her tongue out, pressing into Gail's cunt. But it was Gail doing most of the work now. She was bucking her hips, rubbing herself off on Rose's tongue.

"What the fuck?" Jim gasped.

"Wait, Jim, I'm coming!" Gail moaned.

Not knowing what to do, Jim just stood there. Then Gail began to quiet down. Her hip thrusting stopped. And Rose lifted her head.

"Goddamn it, Gail," Jim yelled. "Do you have to spread your perversion everywhere?"

"It was me," Rose said in Gail's defense. "I wanted to."

"Don't be so upset," Gail said calmly. "Rose came over to fuck you. So fuck her now. I'll leave you alone if you'd like."

"Yeah, come on, Jim," Rose said. "This was nothing."

"I'm not going to fuck you now or ever," Jim raged. "Now get out! Both of you!"

"Take it easy." Gail said. "This is no big deal."

But Jim thought it was a big deal. And Rose couldn't blame him. After all, his own sister had cut in on him and his girl friend.

Rose was already getting her clothes on. But before she was buttoned up, Jim took her by the arm and escorted her to the door.

Rose thought that was rather rude. She buttoned up as she rode the elevator to the ground floor. But Rose had the presence of mind to hang around to see if Jim was really going to throw Gail out too.

And in another minute, Gail came out of the building with a suitcase in her hand.

"Gail," Rose called. "You can come home with me if you need a place to stay for a while."

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Sorry about that," Gail said as she got into the car. "I guess it was my fault."

"No it wasn't," Rose said. "It was just one of those things."

"It's nice of you to see it that way," Gail said. "My brother can really be pig-headed."

"I can't blame him I guess," Rose said. "After all, it was a surprise for him. But, Gail, I'm glad we did what we did."

Gail reached over and squeezed Rose's arm. "Don't worry. Jim'll get over it. And it's nice of you to let me stay at your place."

Rose began wondering what it would be like to have a lesbian friend, and lover, staying with her. And what about Ted?

When Rose and Gail got to Rose's house, Ted was sitting in the kitchen, eating a sandwich.

"This is Gail, Jim's sister," Rose said. "She's going to stay with us for a while."

Ted seemed interested in Gail. In fact, Rose noticed that the boy didn't take his eyes off her for a second. He even began smearing peanut butter on his face as he gawked at Gail's big tits.

Then Rose had a strange feeling. It took her a few minutes to admit it to herself. But she was jealous.

"Come on, I'll show you the guest room," Rose said.

"Can't we see it later?" Gail asked as she sat down at the kitchen table across from Ted.

Gail began talking to the boy, asking about school and girl friends. At first, Ted was shy, but Gail knew just how to make him feel comfortable. And soon they were laughing merrily.

"I thought you weren't interested in boys," Rose said to Gail when she got her alone in the guest room.

"Oh, I'm still interested in them," Gail said. "Especially young, good-looking ones."

"Oh," Rose said flatly.

"Say, you're not worried about me seducing your son, are you?" Gail asked. "Because if you are, I won't touch him. I just didn't think you'd mind."

Rose smiled in embarrassment. She didn't know what she thought about Gail going after her son. But she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

When Rose got away by herself she began to think things over. There was no doubt that a chick like Gail would fuck anyone she felt like, whether it was her brother's girl friend, or a lesbian lover's son.

But why should Rose care if Gail fucked Ted? After all, the poor kid was horny.

Then Rose knew why she was jealous: she wanted to fuck her son herself. And she didn't want any other chicks getting in her way.

Once she reached that conclusion, Rose felt better. For weeks now she had longed for the boy. But it took Gail to force her to admit it and make the decision.

But Rose was also racked with fear. How could she seduce her own boy? And what if he didn't want to fuck her?

But first things first, Rose told herself. Before she could do anything she would have to get Gail out of the house for a while.

But that problem was solved when Gail asked Rose if she could borrow her car. There were a few things she had to do around town, she said.

Rose gave her the keys and told her to take her time.

Now Rose was wild with her incestuous designs.

Ted was in his room, but when he heard the car pulling out of the driveway he came out.

"Where's Gail?" he asked.

Rose looked at her son with a raised eyebrow. "She'll be right back," Rose said. "Don't worry."

"I wasn't worried," Ted said. "I was just wondering."

"Do you think she's sexier than I am?" Rose asked her son.

She could see that Ted was taken by surprise by her question. But after a few seconds he let his eyes roam over his mother's body. Although Ted had been watching that sexy figure for a long time, this was the only time he didn't try to be sneaky about it.

"I don't know," he said. "You really are sexy. But so's Gail."

By that time, Gail's cunt was running with warm juice. She wanted her son so badly she could feel herself on the verge of running to him.

"Look at these tits," Gail said as she turned slightly to the side and pulled her blouse down tight over her firm boobs. "Not bad, huh?"

Now Ted was torn between embarrassment and lust. His mother had never acted this way with him before. Rut he could see her nipples poking through the blouse, and his prick was making itself visible as a lump in his pants.

"Yeah, really nice tits," he told his mother in a harsh voice that made, his horniness obvious.

"And I'm not even wearing a bra," Rose continued. "Really, I'm not. Look!"

She unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her naked tits at her son.

The boy could no longer even pretend that he was in control of himself. He stood staring at his mother's tits. With his mouth opened and his lower jaw hanging to his chest, his prick began to throb visibly under the taut material of his jeans.

Rose merely stood there holding her blouse open. Her white tits with their brown nipples puckered into mouth-watering gumdrops pointed at the boy.

But Rose couldn't go on with this sleazy seduction. Despite her raging, incestuous greed, Rose was too ashamed of herself.

Suddenly, she wrapped her blouse around her tits. Her head hung down, and her face wrinkled in a grimace of shame.

"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry," she said in a voice about to break into tears.

Then she turned and ran to her room.

Ted didn't know what was going on. And he couldn't think straight. But he knew he couldn't let this incident stop at this point. He followed his mother, finding her face down on her bed.

In his confusion, Ted's prick began to deflate. But the sight of his mother's tits was a lasting experience.

Ted went to his mother's bed and sat on the edge. When Rose felt the mattress sink she tensed her body and seemed to withdraw into herself.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Ted asked softly.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed," Rose moaned. "I don't know why, but I've been having the sexiest thoughts about you. I thought I could control myself, but I guess I can't."

Ted's brain was swimming. The sight he had seen through the bathroom window, his mother jerking off, came back to him now.

"I've been having sexy thoughts about you, too," he said. "But they don't make me feel ashamed."

Rose looked up at her son. Tears were running down her cheeks. But Ted didn't notice them because her blouse was still open and her tits were visible.

Rose's nipples were no longer hard. In her reclining posture the globes of pliant flesh were sagging heavily. But they looked just as sexy as they had with pointed nipples.

"I can't help myself," Rose gasped as she wrapped an arm around her son's neck and pulled him dawn on top of her.

Ted kit his mother's huge tits flatten between them as their bodies came together. Then he could feel his mother's wet cheeks on his face as her mouth sought his. She was kissing him with an aggressively probing tongue.

Even out of his mind with passion as he was, Ted kissed back. And his hand found a tit and gripped it.

Rose's body was writhing like a serpent under her son's body. Ted had never dreamed that his mother could move like that. That was the way a chick in heat moved, and he could never imagine his mother falling into that category.

But there was no doubt that his mother was in heat. She was beginning to pump her hips, rubbing the lump in Ted's pants against her crotch.

Moving quickly and eagerly, Ted wiggled down his mother's body until his face was between her tits. He lifted his face and looked down at the tits waiting for him. Now the nipples had stiffened again. And Ted knew that he had never seen anything as beautiful as his mother's tits lying a few inches below his face.

Ted opened his mouth and surrounded one hard nipple. Then his tongue began covering it with licks and pokes.

"Oh, Ted, Ted," Rose moaned. "Suck my tits, yeah-h-h-h!"

Ted buried his face into the woman's tits while stuffing his mouth full. What he couldn't contain in his mouth, his hands surrounded.

Rose's tits quaked slowly and solemnly under Ted's sucking and caresses.

Now Rose was grabbing her son's shirt and tugging it out of his pants. Then Ted felt his mother's hand on the small of his back. He cringed with lust. But when he felt her fingers creeping under the waist of his pants, advancing over the top of his ass, Ted almost screamed with joy.

His pants were too tight for his mother to reach farther than the very top of his ass-crack.

But Rose wasn't about to be stopped by her son's clothing.

She rolled him off her. He landed on the bed beside her, his mouth still holding one of her nipples.

Rose's fingers attacked Ted's buttons frantically.

His shirt fell open, then Rose grabbed his belt. Pulling him forcefully closer, she began struggling with the belt buckle.

Ted was dying for his mother to get at his hard and jerking cock. But in his shock at the whole incident, he didn't think of helping her. Rather, he continued sucking her tit and concentrating on his loosening pants.

He felt his pants come loose around his waist as his mother popped the button on his jeans. Then he felt her fingers slide over his prick as she pulled down his zipper. It wasn't easy for Rose to extract his hard cock from the folds of Ted's underpants.

When that was accomplished, though, and Ted felt his prick held in his mother's fist he was so overcome with passion that his mouth opened and he gasped loudly.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," his voice rang out as his mother's nipple dropped from his mouth.

Remembering his encounter with Mrs. Black in the library, Ted knew that this was even better. For not only was Rose much more beautiful and sexy, but she was his mother!

Ted looked down at his prick wrapped in his mother's hand. The fat head was visible over her fist. The throbbing of the prick and his mother's hand matched the rhythm of his heart.

Rose covered her son's mouth with her own again. Now the boy couldn't see his prick in his mother's hand. But he didn't need to. After all, every movement of her fingers made the boy twitch with lust.

Ted thrilled at she way his mother handled his prick, which was just as he handled it himself while preparing to jerk off.

She moved the loose skin of his cock up and down. Then she squeezed the fat head as though it were the bulb of a horn.

But when Rose thought she might be bringing her boy too close to coming, she left the prick to jerk in the air while she cupped his balls in her sweating palm.

Then, suddenly, Ted was without Rose's fondling. He looked up to see his mother standing at the side of the bed. She was pulling her clothes off.

She dropped her opened blouse on the floor behind her. Then she began unfastening her slacks.

Ted stared in awe until his mother told him to undress. Then he slipped off his shirt and pants. He pulled off his socks and sneakers with his pants, beating his mother in the race for nakedness.

But Rose was soon equally naked. Before climbing back onto the bed, she stood there, showing her nude body to her son and admiring his.

Ted didn't know which was more thrilling to see his mother's gigantic tits and hairy twat, or to have her staring at his bucking tool. Rut there was no doubt that with both those things going on Ted was going wild with mounting lust.

"You're beautiful, Mom," he said.

"So are you, honey," Rose said. "So beautiful, and such a gorgeous cock."

Then Rose was beside her son again. They hugged each other tightly, squeezing Rose's tits and Ted's red-hot prick between them.

Rose wrapped her legs around one of Ted's thighs and pressed her wet gash to it. Feeling the searing heat of his mother's pussy on his hard thigh, Ted began grabbing one of her asscheeks, moving his fingers toward where cunt and thigh were pressed together.

After fucking Mrs. Black, Ted had been frustrated because he couldn't remember much about it; it had been a blur of ecstasy. So now he tried to concentrate and memorize every delicious sensation.

He noted how her stiff nipples were poking into his chest. He thought about the taste of her saliva and how her tongue moved inside his mouth.

Ted was moving his fingers closer to his mother's cunt all the time. And Rose, feeling his advancing fingers, lifted her pussy from his thigh so he could get at it.

Soon, Ted was feeling the rear corner of his mother's cunt. With his hand still covering most of one asscheek, his finger tips had arrived at their destination.

"Ah-h-h-h, Ted," Rose breathed. "Um-m-m-m-m."

The hot juice of his mother's twat seeped over his fingers as Ted explored the lips of her pussy. He found that from the rear he could reach right up her slippery, hot tunnel. And on his way, he met the delicate ridges of her inner lips.

"Ted, oh, God, that feels good!" Rose moaned. She had taken her mouth from her son's, and was now kissing his heck. Her mouth was hot, and Ted loved the way it felt on the tender skin below his car.

But Ted's mind was getting blurry again. His middle finger climbed higher in his mother's cunt. As she wiggled her hips passionately, Ted was consumed with over powering lust. He was blurrily aware that his mother was lifting her leg over his hips as though she wanted to dib up his body.

Ted was just about to add another finger to the one already in his mother's twat when he felt her crotch slipping away from him. And her tits were being dragged down his body.

At first, in his wild state, Ted thought his mother was quitting.

But when she rolled him over onto his back and took his prick in both her hands, he began to understand what she was after.

"Your prick is so big and wonderful," Rose was saying.

She was tying beside his spread legs now. In one hand she lifted his balls and in the other she held his prick by its thick base.

Mrs. Black had sucked his prick too. And Ted knew it had been the greatest thing he'd ever experienced. But when he felt his mother's lips on the taut skin of his cockhead he realized that be hadn't remembered the full glory of the sensation. But how could anyone remember such ecstasy accurately?

When her mouth opened and surrounded the prick-knob with a caress of lips and tongue, Ted began to moan.

"I can't believe how great that feels!" he said through clenched teeth.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," Rose moaned, sending the vibrations of her voice through the stiff cock.

And as she sucked that cock-stand, Ted felt her fingers sneaking below his balls, approaching his asshole.

When Rose took Ted's prick from her mouth it was jerking more desperately than ever. And its head was wider and fatter.

Rose rolled over on her back now. She spread her legs.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Come on and fuck me, Ted!"

Springing up, Ted hopped between his mother's legs even though he was reeling from the cocksucking he'd been enjoying. His prick rammed into his mother's crotch, but failed to pierce it.

Ted tried again. But again his prick bounced off Rose's soft and hairy mound.

"Uh-h, uh-h-h," Ted grunted with each lunge. "I can't seem to..."

"Let me help," Rose said as she reached down and grabbed his prick.

Forcing himself to relax, Ted let his mother guide him into her twat.

"There," Rose said when she'd placed his cockhead into the wet inner lips of her pussy.

Ted shoved his prick deep into his mother's body. As his huge dark filled her slushy cavity the boy drew in a deep breath. He'd forgotten also the sensation of having his prick caressed by the gripping walls of a cunt's tunnel.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Rose cried. "Oh, God, that's so-o-a-o good!"

It had been a while since Rose had felt such a large prick in her twat. It filled her to capacity, stretching the satiny lining of her snug cave.

"Mom, it's great!" Ted gasped as he began pumping.

Yes, this is what it felt like when he fucked his teacher in the library. But this was even better. Ted couldn't remember if Mrs. Black's cunt was this tight. He didn't think so. It seemed to Ted that he would have remembered it if he'd ever felt such a tight grip from that other cunt.

As he slid his rock-hard prick into his mother's cunt, Ted felt its wet lining stroking and caressing it. Then, when he withdrew it, he felt the cunt-tube sucking and tugging at his prick.

Rose grabbed Ted's head and brought their faces together. She thrust her tongue into his mouth with all the force with which Ted was thrusting his prick in her cunt.

It was fantastic to be kissing his mother and fucking her at the same time!

"God, I've never been fucked like this!" Rose gasped. "Oh, Ted, you're so big and strong!"

Rose was moving her hips under her son's. But she couldn't keep up with his teen-age rhythm. So she merely lifted her legs high over his bucking ass and let him plow her with mighty lunges.

"Uk-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h." Rose groaned with every crash of his cockhead at the end of her tunnel.

"I-I'm going to come!" Ted said.

"So am I!" Rose cried. "And it's going to be good!"

In his ecstasy, Ted remembered peeking through that window as his mother jerked off. He remembered how her face looked, and he wondered if she looked like that now. So he lifted his face from hers and propped himself up with his elbows.

What he saw made his orgasm hurry. Rose was looking up at her son from beneath half-closed eyes. Her mouth was opened and gasping. She seemed to like having him look at her contorted face, and she seemed to be trying to smile at the boy fucking her.

Then Ted felt his jism surge. As a tremendous wave of pleasure jolted him, he screwed up his face and closed his eyes. But he forced himself to keep his eyes opened so he wouldn't miss a second of his mother's sexual expression.

And Ted liked having his mother looking at his own expression of lust.

The powerful current of pure bliss emanating from his spewing cock filled Ted with passion until he thought he was going to explode.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Rose was wailing now in a shrill voice.

"Ah, ah," Ted grunted with every spasm of his balls.

When his orgasm began to fade, he slowed his hips. But he found that beneath him, his mother was still jerking.

"Don't stop!" she yelled. "I'm coming! Let me have it!"

So with a flurry of hip-thrusts, Ted put the finishing touches on his mother's climax.

"Okay, okay!" she moaned. "Oh, that was fabulous!"

They were still. Their arms clutched each other, and Ted's prick remained in his mother's twat.

"I'm so glad we finally did it," Rose said. "There was no use fighting it. I just couldn't resist you."

"I'm glad you didn't resist," Ted said. "This was the greatest thing I've ever done!"

"I don't know what will happen now," Rose said. "Maybe I'll be cured of my longing for you. Or maybe you won't want to fuck me again. But we'll always have this."

"I will want to fuck you again!" Ted said. "Every day."

Rose laughed. Ted felt her laughter through his prick as her cunt contracted. That stiffened his cock, and they were haying their second fuck before they'd been unplugged from their first.

CHAPTER NINE

When Gail got back with Rose's car everything seemed normal. There was no indication of the perversion that had gone on between mother and Ted.

But a sexy chick like Gail couldn't be fooled. Especially with her experience as a lesbian. She had seen enough perversion to be able to spat it a mile away.

The three of them had dinner and watched television. But something was in the air.

Ted wondered if he was going to get another chance to fuck his mother that evening. He hoped so. And Gail was eager for another chance to suck Rose's cunt. But she was worded that it might not happen. If only she could figure out what was going on.

But Rose was the most eager and most uncertain. She wanted both her son and Gail. She was afraid Gail was going to get to Ted, closing her off from both of them.

The air became electric. There was so much contained passion in the room that the temperature rose noticeably.

Finally, Rose couldn't take the suspense any longer.

"I'm going to bed," she said.

Everyone said good night. Rose disappeared, but her lust was still raging. She had merely changed her tactics. She would lie in bed and wait.

If she waited in vain she could always bring herself off. She had fucked and sucked both Ted and Gail that day. How much could she expect? She knew that she would be jealous if she heard Ted and Gail cavorting though.

In the living room the tension hadn't diminished a bit as Ted and Gail watched TV and stole greedy glances at each other.

Ted's prick was so hard he could have struck a match on it. Gail's cunt was drooling copiously, but the boy was too shy to approach the older woman. Besides, he knew he could slip into his mother's bed. And Gail was hesitant about seducing Ted without first knowing what was going on below the surface in that household.

"I think I'll go to sleep too," Ted announced.

"Good night," Gail said.

She saw the boy stuff his hands into his pockets in an attempt to hide the lump of his stiff prick.

Alone, in the living room, Gail grabbed her tits. She listened carefully to the sounds in the house. But the television was too loud to let her learn what was going on.

So she decided to slip quickly into Rose's room and ask her what the situation was.

"Who is it?" Rose said in an eager whisper when she heard the gentle rapping at her door.

The door opened a crack. "It's me," Gail whispered. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Rose said.

Gail sat on the edge of Rose's bed. But before she could open her mouth to ask a question she felt Rose's hands grasping for her tits.

Gail bent over Rose and kissed her. Rose kissed as hungrily as ever. But Gail still sensed that something was happening under this roof that wasn't obvious to her.

"Rose, I've got to ask you something," Gail said quietly.

"Ask me anything," Rose said as she snuggled up to Gail's wonderfully firm tits.

"Is there anything going on between you and Ted?" Gail asked.

By the way that Rose tensed her body Gail immediately knew that she'd been right on target with her question.

There was silence in the bedrooms Rose clung to Gail's tits and thought about her answer.

"Why did you say that?" she asked. "What makes you think there's something going on?"

"Oh, I don't know," Gail said. "I just have a sixth sense about these things, I guess."

"Get under the covers," Rose said. "I'll tell you all about it."

And Rose did tell her all about it. As she spoke, she continued feeling Gail's tits.

Hearing the incestuous tale, Gail got so hot she couldn't keep her hands off Rose's tits either.

"And I have you to thank," Rose said when she'd finished her story. "If I hadn't broken the ice of perversion with you I never would have had the nerve to seduce Ted."

"And that was today, when I went out," Gail said. "Gee, you're a fast worker."

Rose giggled. Then she kissed Gail. Both chicks were so worked up by Rose's account of her incest that they couldn't even wait to get their clothes off.

Gail managed to fish one of Rose's tits from her nightgown. And Rose had a hand up Gail's skirt.

They squirmed and groped under the covers. Lesbian lust reigned.

Then they were interrupted.

"Mom?" a voice was whispering in through the slightly opened door.

"What should I do now?" Rose nervously whispered in Gail's ear.

"Whatever you think you should," Gail answered.

"What is it, Ted?" Rose said to the boy at the door.

But Ted was already on his way to the bed. In the dark, he couldn't tell if there was one woman in the bed or a whole army.

"I wondered if we could do it again," he said as he climbed onto the bed. "It would be."

Ted stopped talking. Something strange was going on. Why did his mother seem to have three legs?

Suddenly the room was filled with light. Rose had turned the light on, exposing herself and Gail to the startled boy.

It took Ted a few seconds to figure out what was going on. But since the two chicks were still in each other's arms it became obvious.

Even though Ted had had a bigger shock that day when his mother seduced him, he was nevertheless flabbergasted.

"I know this must seem strange to you," Rose said. "It's still strange to me. But as I was just telling Gail, if she hadn't introduced me to lesbianism I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to seduce you today."

"I hope you're not going to be mad at me for turning your mother into a lesbian," Gail said. "But, as you know, she's still interested in men."

"I hope you won't be mad at me for telling Gail about our fucking," Rose said to the still-startled boy.

Ted remained sitting on the side of the bed. The sight of the two sexy chicks under the covers would normally have driven him into a horny frenzy. Especially considering both their tits were showing above the covers.

But Ted was too shocked to get excited -- at least at the moment. He stood and began walking backwards to the door.

"Don't go," Rose said, not knowing what else to say.

"Why don't you join us?" Gail suggested. "You could at least watch."

"Yes, honey," Rose coaxed. "I want you to be on my side."

Ted's brain began to clear. He was able to think again. And it began to seem almost normal that his mother was a lesbian. After all, if a mother would fuck her own son, she must be willing to do other weird things.

Also, the erotic possibilities were beginning to occur to Ted. He'd been, invited to watch his mother and another chick making it. That was a treat that most kids would give their right arm for and he could join in if he wanted!

After those thoughts passed through his head, Ted couldn't leave. He stopped, then began walking forward again.

Both chicks smiled, letting the boy know that he was truly welcome to stay.

As he sat on the bed again, Gail pulled Rose to her. With Ted watching, Gail gave Rose a kiss that was every bit as lustful as the kisses Ted had given her that afternoon.

Ted's prick stiffened and peeked out of his pajamas as he watched the incredible sight of his mother and Gail kissing.

He could see their tongues twisting together between their mouths. When he saw their hands raise to each other's tits he knew that he would like to join them. But first he would watch for a while. He wanted to see what two women did to each other.

Rose and Gail kissed with more hunger than any of the kids Ted had seen necking -- and kids were notorious for wild kissing. Both chicks were sinking their fingers into the other's tit-flesh.

Ted was impressed with the size and firmness of Gail's jugs. And when he saw how those beautiful boobs stood up to his mother's kneading and squeezing he knew they were special tits. He was eager to feel them himself.

But, still, he was going to remain a spectator for a while longer.

Ted didn't know if Gail was pulling the covers down for his benefit, but he was getting to see more and more as the covers moved down the gorgeous bodies of the moment.

Gail began kicking at the covers when she could no longer reach them with her hand. And before long the two lesbians were completely visible to the boy.

Now Ted could see Gail's round, firm ass. And he could see how Gail had her cunt pressed to his mother's hip. Rose's cunt was visible between her spread thighs, her cuntlips puffed with lust and the pink interior glistening with juice.

Ted's mouth dropped open as he watched this display of perversion.

Gail took her hand from Rose's tit and brought it down to her pussy. As her fingers combed through the curly hair, Ted kept his eyes fixed on his mother's cunt.

Gail seemed to know what Ted was looking at because she began spreading the lips of Rose's twat. She was giving Ted quite a show!

The boy could see the inner lips of his mother's pussy. And the darkness in her tunnel seemed to be beckoning to his prick.

When Ted had had a lesson in the geography of a cunt, he saw Gail slip a finger into it. Although Gail's hand was now covering most of Rose's pussy, Ted loved watching one woman finger fucking another.

Being so interested in watching Gail fingering his mother, Ted hadn't even noticed that Gail was now sucking his mother's tits. But a slurping sound alerted him to this latest development in the lesbian action.

"Does this look perverted, Ted?" Rose asked her son. "Or does it look beautiful, like it feels?"

"Yeah, it is beautiful!" Ted said. "And exciting!"

The passion was obvious in the boy's voice. And now Gail spread her legs and twisted her hips so her cunt was visible to Ted. And just as Gail hoped, he reached for her twat.

Ted put his hand on the moist and soft skin above Gail's thigh. Then, without hesitating, he slid his hand right up to her crotch.

Watching what his fingers were feeling, Ted began playing with the mound of Gail's wet cunt. He could smell simmering juice. And he saw the wings of her inner lips.

The more Ted played with Gail's twat, the wider Gail spread her legs.

Now Ted had both hands on her hairy mound. He was holding the lips wide open. And as he looked into that marvelous gash he got a kinky inspiration.

Ted had heard about guys sucking cunts. And he'd thought about doing it himself. Now, with his face a foot away from a gaping cunt he had the urge to try it. He knew he had to stick his tongue into that slot.

But for a kid with as little experience as Ted, eating a cunt was a major step. His head spun and his prick began to jerk madly as he lowered his face to Gail's pussy. The odor of her twat was making him giddy.

Just before sticking his tongue out, Ted looked up at the chicks. He saw his mother looking down at him over Gail's tit-sucking face.

"Go ahead, honey," Rose said to her son. "Suck Gail's cunt. I want to watch you doing it!"

Then Gail took her mouth from Rose's nipple and looked down at him too. Her face was leaning into the softness of Rose's tits. She looked beautiful.

"I love to have my cunt sucked!" Gail sighed.

Ted never thought that he would have two chicks watching him the first time he sucked a pussy. It certainly made it more exciting, if it were possible to get more excited than he already was.

So he moved, his face across the few inches between his mouth and Gail's snatch. He felt her pubic hairs tickling his nose and cheeks. Then he stuck out his tongue and tasted the salty flavor of hot love-juice.

"Oh-h-h-h, you eat a cunt just like your mother does," Gail squealed as Ted's tongue began to lap crazily.

Ted loved this new sport. He showed how much he loved it by doing a great job.

He had his face pressed tightly to the spread gash. His tongue was reaching into every crease and fold. As he ate her cunt, Ted grabbed Gail's asscheeks tightly in his hands.

Gail put her mouth back to work on Rose's tits now that her cunt had such good care. And she still had her finger in Rose's cunt.

Rose was getting attention from Gail, and Gail was enjoying Ted's mouth. So Rose tried to figure out a way she could add to the group's pleasure.

"Ted, honey," Rose called breathlessly. "Do you think you could lie across me while eating Gail? That way I can suck your cock!"

Ted looked up from Gail's crotch. Nothing else could have made him stop eating her pussy. But his mother's offer was special.

"Quickly!" Gail said with Rose's nipple till in her mouth. "Give your prick to your mother and get your tongue back into my cunt!"

Ted climbed over his mother's body and turned around. Sticking his prick into her face, he lay across her stomach and put his head between Gail's thighs.

Now Ted was attacking Gail's cunt upside don. As he stuck his tongue back into her slot he had the lower part of her asscheeks right before his eyes.

Then Ted felt his mother take his prick into her hands. Her lips met the fat cockhead, followed by her hot tongue. When he felt his cock sinking into the wetness of her mouth he shivered. And his tongue quaked in Gail's cunt.

When Ted moved over his mother's stomach to get his head between Gail's thighs, Gail had to take her hand from Rose's pussy. But now she reached around Ted's body and fingered Rose's snatch again.

Ted was wild with passion as he kept his tongue thrashing around in Gail's cunt. But he had the presence of mind to reach around her hips and spread her asscheeks. That way he could see her puckered asshole. He'd never seen a cuter little hole.

Keeping his cunt-sucking technique vigorous, Ted began to move his fingers closer to Gail's cute asshole, and before long, he was dipping a fingertip into it.

"Oh, Ted," Gail cried in a voice muffled by the tit she was sucking. "You're going to make me come! Um-m-m-m, keep sucking!"

Ted felt proud of himself. And he applied his tongue to the drooling slot of Gail's cunt with even more enthusiasm.

"Rose," Gail moaned. "You're so lucky to have a son who can suck a pussy like Ted can! Oh-h-h."

"M-m-m-m-m," Rose hummed on Ted's cock to answer Gail.

While sucking her son's cock, Rose was playing with his balls and the muscular cheeks of his ass. But she was only interested in getting Ted crazed with lust than watching him cum. After all, a kid like Ted, frenzied with passion, could do wonderful things for two chicks like Rose and Gail. He was already doing pretty well!

"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Gail wailed. "I'm coming! Ted, keep sucking! Holy shit! Ye-e-e-e-e-e."

Ted could feel Gail's pleasure by the way her thighs were shaking. And the finger he had in her whole could feel that aperture tightening in spasms.

Although Ted couldn't ace all the action he could imagine the scene on the bed.

Gail tried to continue sucking Rose's tits, but couldn't in her profound ecstasy. Rose's mouth was still stretched round Ted's cock.

"Oh-h-h, oh-h-h-h," Gail sang in outrageous bliss as Ted's tongue fluttered like a trapped butterfly.

Finally, Gail shoved Ted's head out from between her thighs. She couldn't take any more.

"Oh my God," Gail moaned. "That was really something! Ted, why don't you give your mother that same treatment?"

Ted was wiping the slippery juice from his cheeks. But he was already on his way to his mother's twat when Gail made her suggestion.

Leaning his face to his mother's pussy, Ted saw Gail's finger slide out of it, making way for his tongue.

Ted began licking his mother's cunt-gash just as he had licked Gail's. Now mother and son were in a sixty-nine situation, but not for long.

"Let me suck his prick now," Gail said to Rose. Rose reluctantly took her mouth from Ted's prick. But before handing it over to Gail, she gave it a few last licks.

Gail began licking his prick before Rose quit. So for a while Ted had both chicks covering his stiff and twitching rod with their hungrily tongues.

Then he felt his prick sink into Gail's mouth. He could appreciate the different techniques the girls had for sucking cocks. Where his mother had slid her head back and forth, sliding his prick over her tongue, Gail was using her tongue to circle the cockhead. And her teeth were gripping the shaft with just enough pressure to make it feel nice.

Ted peeked at his mother's asshole just as he had Gail's. Then he had his finger buried in it.

And as Ted took care of his mother's cunt and ass, she began to play with his ass. He even felt her tongue sliding along the crease of his ass, getting tantalizingly close to his asshole while Gail continued sucking his prick.

Before long Rose was howling with the rapture of a tongue-induced orgasm. When her cries of pleasure subsided, Ted lifted his face from her swampy snatch. His tongue ached with the exertion of bringing off two women.

Then Ted felt his prick abandoned to the coal air of the room as Gail took her sucking mouth front it.

"Someone better fuck me before I lose my mind," Gail said.

Ted looked up at her. She was lying on her back with her legs spread -- in fucking position.

"Come on, Ted," she said. "Get that big cock of yours in my pussy!"

And Ted didn't waste any time doing so. Before he knew it, he was lying on top of Gail, maneuvering his prick into her wet and stretched cunt. Then, sinking his cock deeply into it, he was once again blessed with the joy of fucking.

"I knew when I had that prick in my mouth that it would feel great in my cunt," Gail said. "And it does! It feels so-o-o-o-o good!"

"I don't think I've ever watched anyone fucking before," Rose said. "It's exciting!"

Ted had begun to pump his cock with long, slow strokes.

"Yeah, I love watching other people fucking," Gail gasped. "It's almost as nice as doing it yourself. But not quite!"

Ted liked the way the chicks were talking to each other while he was fucking Gail. But his mother stopped talking and began exploring.

He felt his mother caressing his back, dragging her tits down to his ass. She kissed his bouncing asscheeks. Then Ted, felt her hand reach down between his thighs. She took his balls in her hand. Then she felt his pistoning prick.

"Gee, I can see your prick sliding in and out, Ted," Rose said excitedly. "It looks so beautiful. So does your cunt, Gail!"

Ted tried to picture the sight of his prick ringed by Gail's stretched cunt-lips. He wished he could see it too.

Now Ted felt his mother's fingers creeping into Gail's pussy along with his cock. That was making this fuck a lot more fun, and very kinky.

"Rose, tickle my clit," Gail begged. "Can you reach it?"

Ted lifted his pubic bone slightly so his mother could get her finger on Gail's clit. Fucking Gail through his mother's wandering fingers was really spectacular!

"That's it!" Gail hollered. "Yeah-h-h-h-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h."

While rubbing Gail's clit, Rose tightened her fingers around Ted's cock-shaft. That way, the loose skin of hi prick was slid up and down as though he were jerking off. And with his prick being stroked and lapped by Gail's tight twat, it added up to the most fabulous sensation imaginable.

"Uh-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h," Ted grunted as he felt his jism surging.

But suddenly he felt his mother's fingers tighten around his shaft. She was gripping him so tightly his jism could hardly escape. At first Ted thought his nuts would explode.

"I didn't want you to let Gail have it all," Rose explained. "After all, you have to fuck me too."

Gail had been writhing in an intense climax. And when she stopped Rose lay down with her legs spread.

"Go ahead and let your mother have it," Gail said when Ted stopped pumping.

His mother's trick had worked. Ted's prick was still hard and jerking. And he was eager to get it into his mother's snatch.

"Fuck her doggie-style," Gail suggested. Ted didn't know what that meant. But when his mother asked him if that was all right with him, he said it was. Then he understood as be watched his mother turn over and get on her hands and knees.

Rose's ass looked so beautiful as she bent over like that. And beneath her asscrack Ted could see her cunt-crack.

Ted crawled hurriedly behind his mother. But before he could get his prick into her, Gail had another suggestion.

"Wait, move back a bit," Gail instructed. "That's it."

Now as Ted reached into his mother's crotch to guide his prick in, he saw Gail sit in front of his mother's face. She leaned back against the headboard of the bed and spread her legs.

As Ted slipped his throbbing cock up his mother's twat, he was able to watch her nestle her face between Gail's thighs.

Gail sank down slightly, adjusting the placement of her pussy so Rose could lick it while getting fucked from behind. And when Gail felt Rose's tongue entering her snatch she smiled up at Ted.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," Gail sighed. "This is all so wonderful"

Ted knew that Gail's cunt was full of his jism. And although his mother had impeded its flow, there would be enough in there for his mother to taste. But Rose seemed to like the flavor of the mixture of jism and love-juice.

So as Ted enjoyed sliding his prick in and out of her cunt, he watched his mother's head nodding and twisting at Gail's twat.

Lifting his gaze, Ted could watch the results his mother's cunt-lapping was having on Gail. He saw Gail's tits quivering as she shivered in sexual rapture. And the expression on Gail's face was further proof of her joy.

"Your mother can really suck a pussy," Gail said to Ted over Rose's bent-over body. "How is she for fucking?"

"Great!" Ted gasped. "Her cunt always starts gripping my cock when she comes!"

Ted began lunging harder as his lust grew. His hips crashed into his mother's ass as he drove his prick deeply. And the crashes would jar Rose's body so her face was crammed into Gail's cunt.

In that way, Rose and Gail began groaning in unison. Ted lunged, causing Rose to grunt into Gail's cunt. That would make Gail yelp with passionate pleasure.

"Mf-f-f-f," Rose was crying into the cunt she was eating. "N-n-n-n."

"Oh-h-h-h, suck me!" Gail moaned, throwing her head back.

Ted began to feel his mother's cunt chomping on his prick just as his jism came to a boil. Now all three of them were on the verge of coming.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h," Ted grunted as the orgasm of his life welled up inside him.

"I'm coming!" Gail hollered. "Rose! Lick my cunt!"

"M-m-m-m-m," Rose cried as she came with a cock up her snatch and a cunt spread on her face.

By this time Ted's jism was spurting wildly. Gail was writhing with the ecstasy of Rose's tongue in her cunt. And Rose, bouncing between her son behind her and Gail's crotch, was trembling and I howling.

Finally, after long moments of pure, sexual bliss, Ted collapsed over his mother's back. Then they both fell over Gail's outstretched legs.

The spent fuckers untangled themselves and climbed under the covers. Ted was in the middle with tits leaning against each arm.

"I never dreamed of anything like that," Ted said.

"Neither have I," Rose admitted. "We have Gail to thank."

"I should thank you two," Gail said modestly. "I haven't had so much fun in years."

"I hope you'll stay with us for a while," Rose said to Gail.

"I'd love to. But what about Jim?" Gail said.

"He can join us too," Rose suggested.

CHAPTER TEN

The next day Ted could hardly wait for school to get out. He thought about skipping his last class, but finally decided to stick it out.

With two hot chicks at home that he could fuck, being stuck in school was agony. Especially since he figured they would be sucking each other's cunt all day.

He just hoped they wouldn't be tired of sex by the time he got home.

"Hi," Ted hollered as he ran into the house. He was breathless from running all the way home. The two chicks laughed.

"Can we all go to bed again?" Ted asked eagerly.

"Gee, I don't know," Rose said in a teasing voice.

"Yeah, we've been eating each other all day," Gail said in mock boredom. "A girl can only take so much, you know."

But Ted knew that they were kidding. At least they'd better be. It would be quite a blow if he had to go back to jerking off after what he'd known the day before.

"Come on," Ted called.

He went over to his mother and kissed her. He grabbed her tit. His prick had been hard all day, but now with his mother's boob in his hand his prick almost burst.

But just then the phone rang. When Rose got up to answer it, Ted went to Gail who was lounging in an easy chair. He sat on the arm of the chair and began reaching for Gail's tits.

"Well, hello Jim," Rose said into the phone. Gail looked at Rose suddenly when she heard her brother's name mentioned. Rose was looking at Gail, too, as she talked to Jim.

"Oh, nothing," Rose said into the phone.

"What's going on over there?"

Gail snickered. And Rose had to cover her own mouth so Jim wouldn't hear her giggle.

"Yes, we have been enjoying ourselves," Rose was saying.

That elicited another snicker from Gail. But Ted wasn't laughing. He only hoped that Jim wouldn't get in his way with his mother and Gail.

"Tell him to come over if he's curious," Gail whispered to Rose who had her hand over the receiver again.

Rose told Jim to come over. And Ted's heart sank. He was used to having Jim come over to take his mother out, leaving Ted to stay home with his skin magazines to jerk off.

"He wants us to come over there," Rose reported.

Ted's heart sank further.

But Gail was too sensitive to leave the boy. She looked at Ted then told Rose that she should tell Jim that if he wanted to see them he should come there.

Rose told him, then hung up.

"He said he'll be right over," Rose said. "You had better make yourself scarce," Gail said to Ted. "But don't worry. You'll get plenty more of what you got last night. We won't let Jim take your place."

Ted was grateful to Gail for reassuring him. But he was still disappointed.

"Okay, I'll go out until dinner," he said. But Ted had no intention of leaving the general vicinity. After all, he had to protect his territory. And he was too curious about what was going to happen when Jim arrived.

So Ted went out to the garage and fooled around with his bicycle. But when he saw Jim's car pull up in front, he strolled over to the side of the house near the living room window.

His mother had been asking him to weed the flower patch below the window, and he decided that this would be a good time to do it. Especially since he could hear what was going on in the living room and keep out of sight at the same time by doing the weeding.

"Well I see you two have managed to tear yourselves out of each other's arms long enough to see me," Jim was saying as Ted began tugging at a weed below the window.

"We're not in each other's arms all the time," Rose said.

"Of course not," Gail said. "Sometimes we're in each other's legs."

The girls laughed. So did Ted. He loved hearing Jim get teased. And he felt great being in on the joke.

"I just wondered if you were going to have any time for me now that you've discovered my sister's perversion," Jim said to Rose.

"Sure, Jim," Rose said. "I haven't changed my mind about you at all. I've only expanded my horizons slightly."

"Well, let's go out this evening," Jim said. "I'm sure Gail can amuse herself."

"Go ahead, Rose," Gail said. "Ted and I can amuse ourselves."

"Oh, now I suppose my lesbian sister is going after teenage boys, too," Jim said.

"And catching them," Gail said.

"Did you hear that?" Jim asked Rose. "Are you going to let her get away with seducing your son."

Gail and Rose laughed again. And below the window, Ted was enjoying himself immensely.

"Ted's a big boy," Rose said. "He can take care of himself."

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Jim said suddenly. "Rose!"

"I can't wait until this evening!" Rose said.

Now just listening wasn't enough. Ted wondered what was going on in there.

"Come on," Rose was saying. "Don't be shy just because your sister is here."

"Rose! Really!" Jim said. "And Gail! Stop that! Can't you be serious?"

Suddenly Ted was dying to see what was happening. But he didn't want to chance peeking. If he was seen, it might spoil the whole thing.

So Ted ran around to the back door, and as he passed the dining room window he glimpsed in. What he saw made him gasp. His mother had her tits exposed and was standing in front of Jim. And Gail was naked above the waist also and was unfastening her slacks.

Ted quietly slipped in through the back door. Then he started down the hall toward the living room. If he could make it to the closet he could hide himself and still be able to see.

"Be honest now," Gail was saying. "When you caught Rose and me on your couch, weren't you turned on by the sight?"

"I might have been turned on, but when a guy finds his sister seducing his girl friend it's not," Jim said.

"Oh, come off it," Gail said. "You should have just hopped on the couch with us."

"With my own sister?" Jim asked, surprised. Now Ted could see into the living room. The half-naked girls had Jim backed into an easy chair. They were standing, over him. Rose had one foot on an arm of the chair, her skirt pulled high over her thigh. And Gail had her slacks pulled down over her wide hips. From the rear, the top of her asscrack could be seen.

This was Ted's chance. Holding his breath, he slipped into the hall closet just off the living room. With the girls' backs to him and their bodies screening Jim's view, Ted was able to get into the closet unseen. And since the closet door was usually slightly opened, Ted could get a good view of the living room.

"I'll tell you what, Jim," Gail was saying. "You and I can give Rose a real working over. You and I don't have to touch each other."

Is she spoke, Gail was pulling her slack down father.

Tel saw his mother lift her skirt and slip her fingers down the front of her panties. Jim was looking from one chick to the other with confused passion.

"Take your clothes off, Jim," Gail said as she stepped out of her slacks. "Remember when we used to show ourselves to each other as kids?"

Gail was completely naked now. And Rose was stripping off her skin. Jim was still sitting in the couch.

Then Ted saw Gail drop to her knees and help Rose pull down her panties. When Rose was naked she knelt too.

Now both girls were kneeling at Jim's feet. They put their hands on his thighs. Jim seemed to recoil from his sisters caress in a horror of incest. But he didn't get out of the chair.

"Come on," Rose said. "Take your clothes off."

"Ever since you were a teenager, Gail I thought of fucking you!" Jim said.

The girls were encouraged by Jim's admission. Their hands crept higher up his thigh.

"It's not impossible," Gail said. "Nothing's impossible, is it, Rose?"

"Of course not," Rose said.

"I... I don't know," Jim said. "Take your clothes off," Gail said. "Then, whatever happens, happens."

The girls stood. Ted watched their lovely asses as they took Jim's hands in theirs. When he was standing, they began undressing him as though he were a mannequin.

Ted shivered as he watched. The girls had never undressed him like that. It must be fabulously exciting. It certainly was exciting to watch.

Ted dropped his pants to his knees and grabbed his prick. But he didn't pump it. He merely held on to it, feeling it jerking.

Soon, Jim was as naked as the girls. They led him to the couch and sat him down. Then Rose grabbed him, pressed her big tits to his chest and kissed him.

Realizing her brother's fear of incest, Gail played it cool. Rather than going after her brother's body, she knelt at their feet and rested her head on Rose's knee.

Ted had a great view. He could see Jim's erect prick. He saw how his mother's tits were squashed between their two chests. And, of course, Gail looked like an angel of lust as she sat on the floor. But when Gail thought her brother was hot enough, she began stroking his naked thighs. Then she took his prick unto her hand.

But that was too much for Jim. He suddenly jumped up.

"That's incest, Gail," he barked.

"So what?" Rose said. "So she's your sister? It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" Jim asked. "Would you do that with Ted, your own son?"

Rose cast her gaze to the floor and remained quiet. For once, neither chick had anything to say. And the silence explained it all.

"Oh no," Jim groaned. "Rose! You haven't fucked Ted, have you?"

Still the girls remained quiet. Jim groaned again and sank into the couch.

"Who's to say what we should or shouldn't do?" Gail said, breaking the silence. "You just said you've always thought of fucking me."

"That's right," Rose said. "So what if I took it a step further?"

Jim looked defeated. But his prick was still hard and twitching. So Rose embraced him again. He let himself be kissed. And when Gail reached for his cock again, he didn't resist.

From his hiding place in the closet, Ted watched with increasing lust. He wanted Jim to fuck his sister. Ted didn't admit it to himself, but he wanted other people whom he knew to be involved in an incestuous relationship.

As Jim and Rose kissed, Gail became more aggressive with her brother. She had her hand wrapped around his prick, and now she was leaning her face toward it. But she was moving cautiously.

Everyone was surprised when Jim shoved Rose away from him.

"Go ahead, suck it!" he said suddenly to his sister. "I've wanted you for so long!"

Rose sat back and watched as Gail looked up at her brother with a smile, then lowered her face to his prick.

Gail sucked her brother with the same skill and coolness as she would have sucked any other prick. And Rose merely sat back and watched.

"Incest he damned," Jim said. "Oh, Gail, you're a genius at cock-sucking!" Then Jim turned his face to Rose. "She's just as good as you are at sucking a prick."

Rose reached over to Jim and massaged his shoulders. Then Jim pulled her to him and they kissed.

Before long, Rose slid down to the floor beside Gail. Rose stuck her tongue into Gail's ear, then began sharing Jim's prick with her.

Gail finally lifted her head, leaving Jim's prick to Rose's sucking mouth.

"Let's save him for some fucking," Gail said.

Rose lifted her face from the wet and throbbing prick.

"Fuck Gail," Rose said. "I know you want to. And I'd love to watch!"

"I do want to!" Jim said. "I've wanted to for a long time!"

"And I've always wanted to fuck you, too, Jim," Gail said as she lay on her back on the floor. "I always thought, after sucking a cunt, fucking you would be the greatest thing to try." From the closet, Ted began to watch another incestuous coupling take place. And his hand began to move back and forth on his jerking tool.

Gail lay with her legs spread. And her brother lowered himself on top of her.

"What a beautiful sight," Rose said as she lay beside them.

With a deft movement of his hips, Jim inserted his prick into his sister's snatch. Ted could tell that he was sliding his prick deeply into her cunt by the way Gail seemed to curl her backbone beneath him.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, baby," Gail sighed. "Jim, honey, fuck me!"

Ted was surprised to see how slowly Jim's ass rose and fell as he fucked his sister. Whenever Ted fucked, his ass jerked wildly as he pumped with all his might. Now that he knew how a more experienced fucker did it, Ted vowed to try it slower next time.

As Jim fucked his sister, Rose ran her hand along his back. Then she nestled closer and began kissing both Jim and Gail on the face.

Then Jim did something else Ted never tried. He raised his body from Gail's, supporting himself on extended arms. He brought his knees beside Gail's jerking hips.

Now Jim could kiss Rose passionately on the mouth. Then he bent his head and began sucking Rose's tits. And all without losing a stroke of his fucking in Gail's cunt.

Ted was learning a lot from his hiding place. And he was having almost as much fun as the fuckers. There was something about being hidden and watching in secret that was a real thrill.

"Sit on my face," Gail gasped up at Rose. Without taking her mouth from Jim's, Rose put one thigh over Gail's head. Gail held on to Rose's hips as she began to suck her cunt.

Ted had never seen anything like this. The three of them were rocking and squirming like one organic heap of sexual perversion.

"O-o-o-o-o," Rose began to sigh into Jim's mouth as the tongue in her cunt had its effect.

Ted could see flail bucking under the weight of Jim's and Rose's body. With Jim's long lunges into his sister's cunt, Ted could understand Gail's ecstasy.

Sucking a cunt from below seemed interesting to Ted. He wondered if a lot of his mother's cunt syrup was going down Gail's throat.

"I'm coming!" Rose said, throwing her head back. "Ah-h-h-h-h."

Jim buried his face in Rose's tits as he kept plowing Gail's cunt. And in her climactic bliss, Rose's tits were quivering wildly.

"E-e-c-e-e-y-y-y-y-y-h-h-h-h-h," Rose cried as she hopped off Gail's face.

Ted saw how Gail's tongue was wiggling even after Rose got off it.

Then Rose sat on the floor, gasping from her orgasm. Now Jim and Gail were coming. They sang out in incestuous bliss.

Watching a kinky chick like Gail in the heat of her orgasm was a real treat. She bucked and jerked and shivered and howled.

"Fuck me-e-e-e-e," she cried. "Yeah-h-h-h!"

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h," Jim grunted as his hips moved faster and faster.

Finally, Gail and Jim were still and quiet. Then Jim rolled off his sister.

"We should have done this long ago," Jim said to Gail.

"Yeah, and we have Rose to thank for bringing us together," Gail said.

"Let's try out my vibrator," Rose suggested. "I'd like to try it on you Gail."

Gail said that was a great idea. And Rose got up to get it.

By this time, Ted was just reaching a lonely orgasm in the closet. He watched his mother coming his way. And her bouncing tits were just the thing to watch while coming.

"I've got it right here in the closet," Rose said.

Ted had assumed that she was on her way to her bedroom for her vibrator. But by the time he knew what was happening, it was too late.

The closet door swung opened. And there was Ted, his hand pumping his prick and jism flying through the air.

Rose jumped back in surprise. Then Gail and Jim began laughing.

"All right, young man," Rose said as she took her son by the hand, leading him out of the closet.

Ted thought it would be embarrassing to be caught jerking off. But under the circumstances it wasn't at all.

"You know what we do to spies around here, don't you?" Rose said in a joking stern voice.

"N-no," Ted said, going along with the game and he didn't know. But as his mother led him into the living room where Jim and Gail waited, he was eager to find out.

THE END

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