forcefully, he brought it back down again. Again and again he continued this, something he'd been doing every night now anyway. But this time, it was different. Dull images of writhing naked bodies formed as his mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish pitch. His mother, oh Mother… he thought, and in his mind her cries were uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on his own hardened young cock. The prickly electrical sensations that raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and somehow, on each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty sigh. He'd never really thought of masturbation as evil… they'd been taught in school that it was not… but now it seemed totally illicit to him to be there in his own living room, exposed as he was and feeling feelings he'd never even dreamed of. Yet, could the connection with his mother be all wrong? As far as he'd been concerned… up 'til now, she could do no wrong… whatever wrong there was, therefore, had to do with Don. Anger welled within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on him once more… shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued slipping his fist over his heated penis. It fit so well there in the palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the seeping of his excitement.
'Oh Don… don't ever stop fucking me… don't ever stop… uuuuuuungh!'
Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words. And enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he rammed his foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the complete length of his penis again, twisting slightly with small teasing motions when he reached the top.
'Oh, no Mother… no…' something prompted him to say… 'I'll never stop… I'll never stop!'
There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight swollen head of her husband's penis pressed up into her. His long thick cock slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily throbbing cuntal passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to push down on her. He was taking her with such force that she had trouble breathing, but the fire inside her more than compensated for any discomfort she felt. She was skewered now to the hilt, her cunt walls aching at the thick round pole of lust-hardened flesh they surrounded so tightly. Her entire vaginal passage was consumed with tormented lust. One orgasm had led to another and now, she knew she was going to cum again. How was it possible for her to cum still one more time? But she knew she would. She felt it in her entire being with a profound certainty. She moaned slightly and tried to move a little beneath him. He was really too heavy on her… much too heavy this time. But she could see from his lust incited features that she could no longer reach him… he would do with her what he wanted now. It felt as though he was fucking her all the way up to the fullness of her breasts! His hands were cupped underneath her smooth undulating buttocks, and she could feel the pain as his knuckles kneaded hard into her tender flesh. She had attained the state of total submission that she had hoped for. Within her secret passage… so carefully guarded, all those long years of widowhood… there were no more secrets from Don's impaling cock. It was what she had wanted, what she needed… to give herself up completely this way! She thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be completely happy.
Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking noise filled the room every time Don slid out and then slammed brutally back into her helplessly aroused genitals. She felt a gigantic shudder race through her, starting curiously at the nape of her neck. It traced downward toward the base of her spine and then traveled the length of her wide split rectal passage. From there it spread to her vagina and seemed to pause a moment before expanding incredibly within her squirming loins as though it were about to burst her into a zillion tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat, as the orgasm increased, moving outward in all directions at once. Sometimes it seemed to be in her breasts, other times it dwelt upon the bludgeoning head of her husband's cock where it increased and decreased as he continued his steady pounding in and out. She felt him grow bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina was enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed outwards with arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against the rug with each upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix. Wave after wave of dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot incandescent fireflies, inundated her straining body. Moans of incredulous wonder escaped her lips as every second she thought it would end, but, impossibly the orgasm continued. She was falling through the night, lost in space somewhere, totally weightless. Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls clasped tighter around her husband's enormous penis.
Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched cunt and Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping… oh God, what a delicious feeling… pumping steady streams of seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folks of her hungrily sucking pussy.
When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless bliss of darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging together, Rick, their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in the living room, straight into the air. There was not much yet, but it in no way affected the quality of his climax, for on his lips almost unbeknownst to him, were two names… his mother's and then… strangely, his own sister's. He had never known such a bittersweet orgasm and although his passion-distorted mind had knowingly been spurred on by his young mother's love cries, Rick was still not sure what it all meant.
CHAPTER TWO
Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his mother had returned home from her honeymoon. Ever since that first terrible night, he had been unable to stay anywhere near the living room at night. Even so, during the week that had passed, he had discovered that grownups did not confine their lovemaking to night time. Over the weekend when Don was home from his job as a surveyor in Marin County, both he and MaryAnn had been startled… while they were having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of their mother's sexual arousal… emanating from behind the closed bedroom door.
He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since that first night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other, and each recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored in the other's eyes. A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted instantly between them.
Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and they'd gone bike riding until quite late that evening. Neither one of them saying a word to the other about what was uppermost on their minds.
But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly upset, the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that afternoon straight from school, but had not yet returned home. Worried, Rick mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off for a soda the way she usually did after the movies.
He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she seemed to be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she paid little attention to either of them any more. Every other word out of her mouth was Don this and Don that. He couldn't stand it! Slamming the door to his room behind him, he raced to his bed, and threw himself upon it, sobbing loudly. He was sure that MaryAnn was out doing it with some boy. Hadn't she said she had done it once? Why wouldn't she do it again then? Each night he had thought more deeply about her compelling confession, and each night he'd grown more curious about it. Alone in his bed with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head, he'd had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in his hands. And the more vivid his imagination became, the more pleasure he found there was to be had in his solitary activity. Sometimes he would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister without any clothes on… but it was difficult. He knew that her breasts were already growing big like a woman's but it was clear from the way she filled out her dresses and blouses that she was not yet as big as Mother. He wondered if one day she would be! As for the way the rest of her looked, he knew that she had admirably long legs, and graceful calves and ankles. Her hips were slender, almost as slender as his, only her little behind was more full and curvy. And between her legs… well that was the hardest part to imagine. He knew that there was hair. All the boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of some sort. But what else?
He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis, and at first he'd thought that there was something wrong… that men weren't supposed to have any. But later he'd seen some older boys in the swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding their adolescent groins.
Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored hair, unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them that they resembled their father to a tee… but they'd only seen one fading picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd both been too young when his plane went down to remember anything about him.
