light, little brother: come on, the main feature is starting!”
Chapter Eleven
Gunilla quickly turned off the lights and we scrambled onto the bed like two giggling kids spying on Christmas. From our darkness, Mother’s window was like a television screen. Everything in the room was preternaturally bright and clear. And curiously important. Perhaps it was because I was so excited, but the window focused everything to an intensity like the viewfinder of my camera. There was the tense expectation that comes when the theatre curtain rises on a brightly lit empty stage.
Then, suddenly, Mother crossed the room. She was visible for only a moment, but my heart began to hammer. Again she crossed and disappeared. And again. I must have moved impatiently, because Gunilla (who was pressed against my back) whispered that it was all right, that I would get to see Mother strip and see her used by Father. That she was a little nervous about showing her cunt to her teenage son; but that she would.
Mother came into view again. It was true, she was nervous. She was wearing the same severe black dress. Her bare shoulders blazed white. She paused, this time, uncertainly; then she turned toward the window. Slowly she raised her arms straight above her head, stretching. Her large breasts were lifted by this to such size that they almost burst out. She stretched lazily like a cat, her body rippling in the gown. She turned her head to the side and licked her shoulder! Immediately she blushed and disappeared.
After a time, she returned. She kept her eyes down so she wouldn’t see the window. She went to the dressing table, looking casually behind her several times. Then I realized: she was making sure it was visible from the window! She sat at the vanity. She sat still for several minutes, looking down- obviously deep in thought. She was incredibly beautiful with her blondness and whiteness and satin luxury of flesh. Her aristocratic aura. Finally she looked covertly at the window and a tiny smile of great happiness showed for a second. She crossed her legs and took off a shoe.
Slowly she ran a hand up her leg, around the knee, and up to the hem of her dress. A pause. Then she continued, the hand pushing back the hem till the dark band at the top of the stocking showed, then the white flesh! She sat looking down at the skin she’d revealed, stroking it softly. The smile showed again for a second. She moved the dress higher! Both thighs were exposed. I could see almost as much as that first day at the orphanage. Was she thinking of that too? She put her heel on the bench and swung her knee out to the side the same way. Again I had a glimpse of lace and like, but black this time. She stroked the insides of her thighs. Then she was seized with shyness, and put on her shoe, and went out of sight.
Gunilla whispered that it was all right. That she would do it. And in fact, when she returned, she did seem to have made up her mind. With her back to the window, she unzipped the dress and let it slide to the floor. She was magnificent, even though far from nude. A tight black garment covered her from below her shoulders to half way over her buttocks. (Gunilla said it was a foundation garment.) I could see her sheer black pants stretched tight over her lower ass. Then the splendid legs with the stockings making her look far more naked than if she were bare. The nude thighs and shoulders and arms shouted to me.
Her hands came up behind her and she began undoing the catches of the foundation garment. With maddening slowness. My eyes were fixed on her slender fingers. As each catch opened, the lovely back rose more and more in my sight Finally, it came apart, and the whole back was bare! A splendor. I could see the rounds of her breasts under her arms! I knew that they were naked facing away from me. I had only to wait for her to turn!
Leisurely she began to. She was going to turn full to the window! I was dying. At the last second, she brought her hands up over them. She was facing the window now. The breasts were too large for her hands. The swelling flesh spilled around them. She was hiding little but the nipples. Her fingers began to spread, and suddenly I saw the nipples peeping between them. Brown. Stiff. Great! Gunilla was half yelling for me to see, saying how Mother was so worked up that she was going through with it. Gunilla was wild, playing with herself and me at the same time. Mother’s hands were moving. They exposed the breasts! They were under them, cupping them, lifting them toward me. The tits were being offered to me! Large, soft, firm, white, erect, full, brown-nip-pled. The fingers shyly returned and began teasing the nipples. Suddenly Mother blushed and ran, her breasts bouncing.
Immediately she was back, a little defiant. Then, gradually, proud. Pleasure was coming into it for her. She lifted her arms over her head, tossing her breasts slowly by swinging slightly. She was looking down, watching them. Suddenly impatient, she reached down for her pants. She slid her thumbs into the elastic and started to push them down. She paused, embarrassed. Turned her back. Paused again, obviously more embarrassed to bare her ass to me. She turned facing the window and slowly pushed the pants down. The navel. The belly. The first cunt hair. Thicker cunt hair. All the cunt hair. She stepped out of the pants.
She started to unfasten her garter belt, but then obviously decided it was more obscene to keep it and the stockings. She actually began to parade. Showing herself! From all angles. Then she sat down on the floor. She lay on her back, her bent knees before us. Then began to open her thighs slowly. It was all there: the big breasts, the curving body, the furry cunt open between her full thighs. Her smiling face in the midst of the spread blond hair. I was struck by how large she seemed. Monumental. She was like a goddess. Milk-white. Moon-flesh. A radiance. An essence. Her long, full-thighed legs seemed immense. Her belly seemed supernaturally beautiful and gigantic. There was a quality of giganticism about her. She was a goddess! She began to stroke her cunt delicately. Father came in.
He stood with his back to the window, looking down. She said something and he came to the window. We held our breath for fear he would pull the drapes. He opened the window.
“Yes, Karin, you’re right, the room is a little stuffy. And we need not draw the drapes because Nilla has gone out with Lars somewhere.”
It was a lie. He knew Gunilla was here. He wanted her to see. But he didn’t know I was going to see too! But Mother knew, and she had asked him to open the window so we could hear!
“Well,” Father continued, “you must really be hot today. First this afternoon and now tonight. You’re really laid out au plat to be fucked. And look at your tits, the nipples are as big as marbles.” He laughed and teased the nipple with the toe of his shoe. He was obviously showing off for Gunilla. He knelt down beside Mother. “Do yon need it, Karin? Really need it? Enough to do anything the way I’ve always wanted and never had you? Well, I’m going to really enjoy this. Show me how much you need it. Show me how you play with yourself when you think of that kid son of yours.”
Mother stared at the window, wildly excited. She played with herself. He got up and came even closer to the window.
“Now crawl to me if you need it.” His voice was becoming ugly and cruel. She crawled toward him-and us-her full breasts swaying. “Take it out. Go on, fish it out if you want to suck on it. Yes, like that.” She was kneeling before him opening his clothes. He turned sideways so Gunilla could see everything. “Now suck me, Bitch,” And Mother did. I saw her fine mouth close on his great thick penis. I was revolted and jealous, but somehow it excited me even more for that. She was blushing, ashamed, knowing I was seeing it. She got him turned so I couldn’t see her face and so on her hands and knees she could open her legs, showing me her full hairy cunt from the rear. She was obviously also excited by the degraded position she was in before me.
And she knew that everything he did to her, I was doing to Gunilla. Everything she did for him, Gunilla was doing to me. She knew that Gunilla’s mouth was crammed with my cock as hers was with Father’s. She had pulled back and was talking up to him-being wanton so I would hear.
“Come, Bill. Shoot into my mouth. You always wanted to come in my mouth, Bill, to make me swallow it. Here’s your chance.” She began sucking again.
“So you finally want to get fucked, in the mouth, huh? Well, I’ve got a different idea. I want to come in your face!” He pulled out at the last second and came directly in her face. I could see the spurts splashing all over her eyes, her mouth, her hair. Gunilla had seen, too, and deliberately pulled back at the last second so I came all over her face the same way. Something in me knew I liked that, just as I blanked out.
In a few minutes, I heard Gunilla urging me to wake up, saying I would miss the next act. I looked through the window. Mother was staring at me. I knew she couldn’t see, but her eyes were wide, trying. She was lying sprawled on her back wearing her stockings and garter belt, wiping her face on her hands and them on the rug. She looked directly at the window, opened her thighs wide to show her cunt and said: “Wouldn’t you like to fuck
