me?”
A gong exploded in my head. She was saying that to me! ”She’s talking to you, Lars!” Gunilla whispered. “She’s asking you to fuck her. I told you.” It was true, I was going to fuck Mother. Father thought she meant him and told her to get on the bed.
“No, no, Bill. Give it to me here. You always wanted to do it on the floor. Now I’m going to let you. Come on and fuck me here.” She wanted to stay where I could watch her being fucked!
He took off his clothes and knelt over her face. She licked his balls. She licked below them. She took each ball in her mouth and sucked gently. She took the cock deeply in her mouth in a long sucking motion. She rolled it around in her mouth, working her head from side to side, moaning with pleasure through her nose. Or was it Gunilla? It was both. Her eyes were turned always to the window. Everything was for me!
Father pulled loose and knelt between her legs. She lifted her legs and put him in. He drove forward with all his strength!
“You fucking whore,” he shouted as he fucked. “Filthy, fucking whore. Bitch fucking whore.” Mother stared at the window as he fucked her.. She spoke directly to me:
“I am a whore, your whore, little angel! I’ll always be your whore, your plaything. If you can get me like this, I will do anything for you. I want to suck you. I want you to fuck me. Oh, how much I want it!” Her eyes were staring at the window. I knew she was talking only to me! I couldn’t believe it. “I love you,” she said to the window. I almost blacked out.
“Stop it. Stop it, Karin,” Father was. bellowing. “Turn over so I can fuck your ass.”
Mother’s eyes widened with shock: “Oh, no Bill. Please.”
“What? Don’t tell me no. You know that you like it in the ass.”
Mother was trapped. Not only was she ashamed in front of me, but she knew what it meant for Gunilla. “Oh, God,” gasped Gunilla, “I’ve never had it that way!”
“Shut up,” said Father, “and turn over before I beat hell out of you.”
“Please, Bill,” she begged. “It can hurt so much if it’s not done right or the woman isn’t used to it.”
“What the hell are you talking about. So it can hurt. You know that I won’t hurt you the stupid way. And the other pain you like. Who are you kidding?”
“Well, use some cream or vaseline or something,” Mother wailed to us.
“You don’t need that any more, Karin! But all right, if you want to pretend you’re a little ass-virgin, I’ll go along.” He went to the dressing table and got something. Gunilla scrambled around and found some cream.
Mother was face down with her ass lifted by two pillows he’d put under her. Her head was turned so she could speak to the window. She obviously was giving instructions to Gunilla. She was embarrassed but helpless.
“Work it into the ass hole. And smear it on the cock. Remember to push down inside, not up. Pushing up is terribly painful.”
“That’s enough, Karin.” He slapped her hard across the buttocks. “Stop your playing and open your ass so I can get at you.”
Gunilla had prepared herself and me. According to Mother’s instructions she was lying the same way with the pillows under her. Father had penetrated Mother and was fucking back and forth. I managed to get the head into Gunilla. She groaned. I hesitated. She whispered for me to go on, that she wanted it. Seeing Mother getting it like that excited me so much I couldn’t resist. I slowly pushed in. Gunilla let out a cry and buried her face in the bed. I looked into Mother’s eyes and pushed. Gradually she began to open. I was inside. I stroked gently out and in.
“Oh, that’s good,” gasped Gunilla. “It’s so strange but it’s good. Oh, I like it. Oh, I like it very much! My cunt moans to be fucked at the same time and that makes it even more.”
Gunilla’s hand slid down under her and she began masturbating as I fucked her ass. “Oh, God” she said. The little surprised cries of delight were getting louder. “Oh, God, I think I’m going to come. Fuck me harder!” This last was a yell. Mother’s eyes gaped. She had heard. Father was too intent on his pleasure, but Mother, being pounded down into the carpet, she heard, and it excited her even in her consternation and shame. Lust came into her face.
“I’m coming,” she shouted at the window.
“I’m coming,” Gunilla shouted.
“I’m coming in your ass, whore,” Father bellowed. I was watching Mother’s face. The lust was blended with love and yearning as she stared at the window, hearing Gunilla yelling!
“I’m coming with you,” Mother called to Gunilla. “We’re getting it together. I’m getting it in you. He’s fucking both of us.” Her face was all terror and wonder and wantoness, fixed on the window. Wave after wave thundered through her. Everybody came at once, shouting and fountaining. I heard, as I fell, Mother yelling: “Lars, Lars, my son.”
Chapter Twelve
I woke up next morning with joy in me. Arid the knowledge that there was no stopping now. I was far beyond that. So I gave up thinking about it. I must go ahead and discover; then think. I went down to breakfast as soon as I had dressed. I knew it would be difficult seeing Mother after last night, after her knowing about Gunilla and me watching her. If I thought about it, I would be too shy to move. The only way not to be shy was to act, not to think. I went down.
Even so, when I entered the dining room and saw Mother sitting there I nearly stumbled. Her reaction to seeing me was a sudden flush of pink. I hesitated, then lowering my head, went in and sat down. I muttered a hello to Mother and to the girls, all of whom were nearly finished, and dug into my grot. Mother smiled at me and said good morning, but again there was a brief rush of color in her cheeks. She went on talking to the girls for a few minutes, and even managed a few things to me, but her manner was self-conscious and a little nervous.
After a few minutes, they all left. Mother, smiling a little, bashful smile, put her hand on my shoulder for a moment before hurrying out. Finishing my grot, I went back to my room.
I closed the door and went to the mirror to see if I looked as confused as I felt. The door opened and Gunilla put her head in.
“Hello, lover, did you like my present last night? Did it live up to what I promised you?”
I grinned. “It was more even than you promised, Nilla.”
She laughed. “Well, Lars, you’ll find today’s present out on the balcony in about ten minutes!” The door closed. I started after her to find out more, but she was gone.
I fixed my eyes on the electric clock by the bed. In seven minutes, I opened the French windows and stepped out on the balcony. It was deserted. I scanned the sweep of the lawn below. Nothing. The balcony circled the house. I walked toward. the corner, eager with anticipation.
I passed Mother’s room. Nothing. Turning the corner I glanced at Gunilla’s window, remembering last night. Still nothing. I went on. Suddenly a curtain was pulled aside revealing Gunilla. She motioned me to be quiet and watch.
I sat down and peered cautiously through the crack in the drapes that she had left. It was Louise’s room. A little girl’s room with the usual dolls, toys, pictures from magazines stuck up on the wall, nursery room furniture, and the rest. Gunilla was sitting on the bed with Louise standing in front of her. Louise was unconsciously hugging a large teddy bear. She was wearing the same white frock; it came to just above her knees, and fitted tightly showing the slightness of her body: the small waist and narrow hips, and even the tiny buds of her breasts. Her body was almost a boy’s. No, a beautiful child’s. I realized how fragile and small she was-and how pure! All linen, and whiteness, and cleanliness. Her red-gold hair hung straight on her back. I looked at her face-that radiant pure light in it-that look of total child-innocence!
The window was a little open, so I could hear perfectly. Thanks, no doubt, to Gunilla.
“What is it that is wrong?” she was asking Louise.
The child looked down. “Nothing,” she said shyly. A trifle withdrawn.
“But something must be wrong. I found you crying out in the arbor before breakfast and now, again, I find you up here crying.”
