cunt mouth. He pushed into her, thrusting deeply and urgently, and at last June stirred.
'Ummm,' she murmured, 'Ummm!'
Still half asleep, she had a crazy vision of her son Kent snuggled behind her, pushing his stiff young cock into her starved welcoming twat. It felt so good. She'd needed it for so long…
'Yes, darling,' she said, 'yesss…'
CHAPTER FOUR
Rod was surprised at his wife's reaction when he began to make love to her. June hadn't been this passionate and responsive in a long time. When he crept into bed with her and entered her from behind, she gave a low husky moan and creamed heavily around his invading cock.
Rod would have been horrified to know what his wife was thinking.
She had been deeply asleep, having a very sexy dream. In the dream a young man was fondling her, touching her breasts, her pussy, all the erogenous places of her body. She wanted him to make love to her very much, but then the dream image cleared and she saw that he was her teenage son Kent.
He told her it didn't matter, and he went on caressing her, and gradually it seemed to June that it didn't matter, either. She wanted him, wanted to be balled, and nothing else was important. In her dream she was just succumbing to him, allowing him to enter her, when in reality Rod was climbing into bed with her.
June's dream image shifted. Kent had been lying on top of her, his delicious stiff young prick teasing between the furry lips of her muff, poking tantalizingly at the wet and ready mouth of her cunt. Somehow he got in back of her instead, and he thrust strongly into her from behind.
June didn't bother to wonder how the change of position had taken place. She only knew that he was in her and that it felt marvelous. It was an extraordinarily vivid dream. She could actually feel his thick hard meat moving in her. She responded joyously, moaning, moving her hips in time to his strokes.
'Yes, darling, yesss,' she said.
Her dream had no morality. Earlier, when she and Kent had accidentally met in the hall, Kent naked and June in her sheer negligee, she'd been horrified at her sudden blaze of lust for her own son. Evil, sickening words came to her, like 'incest'. She'd been terribly ashamed of herself far getting turned on to him.
In the dream there was no horror, no shame. She grooved on Kent's adolescent prick, welcomed it. It seemed not to matter at all that she was balling her own kid. All that mattered was pleasure, and she was getting plenty of that. She thrust vigorously backward with her buttocks, lodging his wonderfully thick rigid dick even deeper in her seething starved twat.
'Ummm, yes,' she murmured, 'do it to me, darling, dolt…'
Rod was hotly aroused by his wife's uninhibited response to his surprise entrance. Usually, on the rare occasions when they made love, she was stiff and repressed and modest. She almost never said anything to him while they were doing it, as if she considered it unladylike to say how much she enjoyed it. Tonight, though, all her inhibitions seemed to be gone. Her red-hot cunt nipped and boiled around his deeply-thrust meat, and she let him know she liked it.
'Deeper, darling,' she moaned, 'deeper… Oh, God, yessss… That's wonderful… I want it…'
Rod, thoroughly aroused by her unexpected passion, began balling her harder, deeper, with a violence he'd been afraid to use on Vicky. He even hesitated about being so rough with June – but her ecstatic squeals and furious hot creaming told him that she loved it. He got both hands around her, cupping her big hot swollen breasts, and he balled her almost savagely, thrusting his bloated thick meat right up to her womb.
'Ohhhh, God, yes,' June wailed, 'fuck meee…'
Rod, panting and sweating by now, wished it could always have been this way with June. Maybe then they'd still have a marriage, and he wouldn't be chasing after teenage girls… He wondered what was making his wife so passionate tonight.
June was still half-asleep, still under the impression that Kent was making love to her. His prick was a lot longer and thicker than she'd remembered. There was something else not quite right, too. As she strained back against him, she felt thick wiry hair on his chest. But Kent was hairless.
'Wha…?' she mumbled.
Rod noticed that she'd stopped moving with him, that she was reaching back to touch him, explore him. Her body went rigid, and she gave a little gasp. What the hell was the matter?
'Oh, God,' June said.
Suddenly she was awake, fully awake, and she realized what had been happening. It was her husband who was fucking her – who else? But in her dream… June went stiff with horror. In her dream she'd been wantonly, joyously, balling her own son.
My God what was wrong with her? She couldn't excuse herself by saying it was just a dream. She wouldn't have dreamed it if she hadn't wanted it. Was she so immorally lusty, so insane, as to want to commit incest?
'Honey, what's wrong?' said Rod.
June moaned. She could hardly tell Rod what she'd just been thinking. He's be horrified to learn of her dream, to know that she'd thought she was balling their teenage son instead of him. She fumbled for an excuse.
'I'm sorry, darling,' she said. 'I was asleep when you – when you started making love to me. I just now woke up. I guess I was kind of surprised.'
Rod, too, went stiff and unmoving. 'Oh,' he said bitterly, 'so that explains it.'
'Explains what?' said June.
Rod laughed, not happily. 'You really came on to me, June. You haven't been so hot and uninhibited since we were courting. I thought I was really turning you on. I guess I should have known better. You were asleep the whole time. Were you dreaming of someone else?'
June's face flamed, and she was glad he couldn't see it in the dark. 'Of course not,' she said, 'don't be silly.'
'Then why…' Rod began.
He didn't finish. It was none of his business, really. Hell, not half an hour ago he'd been balling Vicky, cheating on his wife for the first time in their marriage. He had no right to pry into June's dreams. At least SHE was unfaithful only in dreams.
'Never mind,' he said.
Still it galled him that she could get so hot for someone else, for whoever she'd been dreading of, and not for him. The few times they'd made love in the past months, it was clear that he bored her. But she could be passionate; she could be fantastic in bed – for someone else. He wished he knew what that other guy had, knew the key to June's response.
'Rod…' June said uncertainly.
They were just lying there, as close as any two people could be, bodies pressed tightly together, his cock fully lodged in her – and yet their excitement, their sensual closeness, was gone. She didn't feel it any more, now that she knew it was Rod – only Rod – making love to her. Yet she had a duty as a wife. He was hard and horny, and she ought to help him out.
'Umm?' he said. 'What is it, June?'
She laughed nervously. 'Well, aren't we going to finish?'
'Are you sure you want to?' he said.
He felt her cunt going slack and cool around him. Some guy in her dreams had made it hot and wet and boiling, but she didn't stay that way for him. When she woke, when he knew it was only him, it was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her.
'Of course,' said June. 'of course I want to, darling.'
Lying cunt, he thought.
Well, let her lie and take the consequences. His cock was still hard and full and aching, and he needed to do something about it. He cupped her big full breasts – slack and cool now, no longer swollen and pulsing – and he began to move in her again. She didn't cream. Her silky cunt-tunnel was lifeless around him.
