buttocks and down between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and vulnerable, just waiting for his hardened cock to worm its way inside of it.
'Oh, Don,' she cooed, 'oh hurry, darling, hurry!'
He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between his spread thighs… and his long, thick cock pointed straight out from the base of his flat stomach. Looking down at her, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, she looked like some Goddess who was just created for love and nothing else. Nudging his knees between her long, graceful legs, he spread Laura's thighs as far as he could. She was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of torment that twisted her lovely features. His surging penis bobbed obscenely now, anxious to get on with it, as Don let his fingers wander down along the soft surface of his wife's flat and trembling belly. Every touch now he knew was sheer agony to her. He would let her wait just for a little while longer. His fingers approached the curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the rug. He intertwined his fingers in the moist curly hair of her silken pussy, and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Looking curiously downward, he examined the delicate coral pink of Laura's open cunt. Her hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Don's teasing middle finger inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her moist, waiting pussy. The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on the tiny head of Laura's clitoris, and he felt it jump like a frightened animal. It twitched, and grew steadily larger beneath the relentless pressure of his finger, until he felt it hardening and beginning to throb like a little prick ready for love.
'Oh, oh, oh!' she cried, as he began a steady flicking motion in the ever moistening opening of her pussy. It was getting better by the second, and Laura was now completely lost in the throes of mounting pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.
Perspiration dripped from Don's chest and hair, and he saw the drops falling upon the velvet peach of his wife's skin. A drop fell directly between her firm full breasts, and then another upon her belly, right near her navel.
'Christ, you're gorgeous,' he said to her, breathing heavily.
The feel of her seeping wet beneath his finger was incredible. The smooth pink flesh of her pussy slipped and nibbled deliciously until he thought sure he'd have to stop and fuck her right then. But he wanted to continue the unbearable teasing that he knew would make Laura turn into a wild screaming banshee of lust underneath him.
'Kiss me, darling… kiss me!' she pleaded finally and the words were like hot coals searing right through him. Quickly he bent to do as she asked and as he did so, he took his swollen cock in one hand and guided it unerringly toward her wide-spread cuntal opening. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he slipped his tongue far back in her mouth, and put his arm underneath her at the waist, pulling upward. At the same time the blood-filled head of his prick touched the tight wet mouth of Laura's vagina, and Don pushed. At first it was too tight, and then it loosened up a bit, just enough for the head of his cock to bury itself snugly inside.
'Ooooooh!' Laura cried, bucking her hips upward spasmodically. 'Oh God!' Her legs spread still further out on either side of his body as her eyes rolled back up into her head.
Don grunted and pushed again. He could feel her breasts, smashed against his chest, and her heart, or was it his, pounding hard between them.
'Aaaaaaaaargh!' This time the full length of his thick cock sped like a roaring night train straight to the center of her belly, crashing ahead, pushing the delicate flesh in tiny ripples of pink before it, continuing onward, unstoppable until the very end. With a dull thud it landed against the tip of her womb and stopped, pulsing hard and hungry against it.
MaryAnn looked over toward her brother when she heard her mother's scream. He didn't look up from the comic book he'd recently opened. Hadn't he heard, she wondered? But then she realized that was silly. How could he possibly not have heard that shattering cry? She adjusted her position in her chair uneasily, and for some reason, pulled her short miniskirt down a little over her thighs.
She had started to leave the room to go to bed a few moments ago, but now somehow, she couldn't move. She watched as Rick turned a page of his book and tried to decide whether or not he was really reading or just pretending. Then suddenly there was a very loud bumping noise coming from the bedroom like something being pounded into the floor… and then it stopped… only to start again.
Rick jumped up from the sofa and stood, trembling in the middle of the living room. MaryAnn could see that he was terribly upset… his face was bright red, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. She herself didn't feel terribly well either. She had chills running all up and down her back, and she wished she could think of something to do or say.
The bumping noise was now accompanied by grunts and moans that drifted loudly through the flimsy plywood door of their mother's bedroom.
'Do… do you suppose that Mother's all right?' MaryAnn asked, more to break the silence between them than anything else.
She knew there was nothing the matter with Mother, although she hadn't been quite so sure at first. She hadn't been to all those sexy movies in town for nothing… still and all, those had been movies, and this, well, this was very real! How could Mother be doing such a thing?
She was unprepared for her brother's angry response. He turned on her almost viciously and cried out, 'Of course she's all right, you idiot… don't you know what they're doing in there?' He stalked over to the TV set and turned it on loud. Still the lewd noises came from behind the door. They seemed to be getting louder every minute.
Angry and hurt in her turn, MaryAnn replied, 'Yes, you ninnie… I know… don't forget, I'm a year older than you… I know lots of things you don't know… I know just what they're doing!'
Rick was silent. Ears burning, he returned to the sofa, keeping his eyes averted from the bedroom door.
'As a matter of fact,' MaryAnn continued, warming to her speech, 'I've even done it myself!' At this she stood up, and after glaring at her brother for a split second, turned and ran from the room. As she ran, she could hear her mother's voice.
'Oh Don… oh darling, oh,oh yes, do it! Do it tooo meeeee! Oh honey… going to cum, I… I…Iiiieeeeeeeeeee! Oh, I'm!'
The bumping and scraping and rubbing noises were almost deafening, and yet, the words came out into the living room with crystal clear accuracy.
Rick sat still, hardly daring to breath. The combination of what was going on between his mother and their new father and his sister's recent words had stunned him. His mind was racing, but he couldn't even tell what he was thinking. Even as he heard the last tremulous notes of his mother's climax, he could tell that they were starting up all over again. It wasn't over yet, and it might not be over for a long time! He felt hot all over and looking down, he was surprised to see a rising bulge in his own pants. His shorts were tight as it was, but now, his young thirteen-year-old penis, swollen and bothered, had managed to create a great feeling of discomfort down there.
MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…' A steady droning sound now issued from the bedroom, and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was happening. Somehow though he couldn't. He just couldn't really imagine his mother doing what all the fellows at school were always talking about. On the other hand, logically, he saw no reason for her not to… it was just that he had never thought of her in connection with… with fucking!
Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the creeping of his hand toward the center of his crotch. But it was impossible. His young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its cramped position in his pants was unbearable. He reached out suddenly and turned out the lamp on the table beside him. Then, in total darkness, he unzipped his fly. His erect young penis popped out easily from his shorts, and before he had thought about it any further he was massaging it lovingly in his hands. It was oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he didn't quite know where to turn for solace. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which he'd been standing. He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her new husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.
Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick, as Rick let his head fall back on the sofa. Lips slightly parted, eyes closed, he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered the smooth tip of his penis, then
