bedroom, and she said she wanted to 'talk.' Then she began filing her fingernails, her heels up against her buttocks, her back against the headboard of the bed. From his vantage point at the foot of the bed, he was able to peer long and leisurely at his young and beautiful stepmother's cunt! His prick strained against his pajama bottoms and his salivary glands gurgled. He began trembling all over with insane desire. He wanted to suck the coral nipples and then lick and fuck the beautiful pussy. He had never observed an adult woman's cunt, and he was certain it was the most beautiful creation in the world. As he stared, he could swear Norma spread her legs still wider apart, affording him a view of the cunt's simple yet complex delicacy. And then, she even reached down, pretending he was not present, and scratched a bit, worrying the folds of the lips. The pink, rippling line of her pussy lips between the soft bulging and furry sides was so inviting he wanted to dive and bury his gulping face in it!
Then, she seemed to be scratching herself again, but this time she placed her 'scratching' middle finger right at the top-at her clitoris-and set up a steady stroking motion until the lips glistened in the dim fight from her love-juice. Oh, she was driving him crazy!
After a while, Norma turned off the light, took him in her arms briefly, then lay back so that his face was against her breast. He nuzzled there, against the soft mound covered with silken nightgown while she explained that his father was a 'good man,' though slightly neglectful. She apologized for his father then and began stroking his head slowly, encouragingly, moving it against her heaving breast.
Soon the strap of the gown fell down over her arm and his cheek lay against bare breast Again, just as the day she had sucked his prick to completion, she was pretending that it was all an accident, something unintentional, perhaps that she had even drifted off to sleep and was dreaming.
Testing, Denny pressed his cheek harder into the warm and swollen breast, moving his cheek until his lips came closer, closer to the erect nipple. Yes, he was certain then. He felt her hand urging, coaxing, exerting pressure against his head. It had to be an invitation. Maybe she would suck his prick again, he thought, and maybe he could lick her pussy, too. God, maybe she would even let him fuck her!
Unable to resist overt action any longer, he reached up and cupped the firm cushion of her breast in his eager palm. Then, very carefully, so that they could both maintain the illusion that she might be asleep, he massaged slowly for a long time and finally let his lips settle over the erect nipple. 'N-o-r-m-a… ' he sighed.
Her breath came very fast then and her chest heaved. As he continued nursing, gulping hungrily at both nipples, alternating greedily from one to the other, she rolled so that they lay on their sides, facing each other. She eased her knee up on top of his hip and he felt her hand in the small of his back, urging his dribbling erection toward her juicy cunt. The thought of inserting his hard-on in a female at last sent shudders of indescribable ecstasy through his groin, up and down his spine. Yes, he was going to fuck Norma… fuck Norma at last… he would know what fucking felt like!
But at that crucial moment, there was the sound of his father's car out in the driveway, skidding to a stop. Norma jumped up, as though emerging from sleep or a trance.
'Denny!' she cried. 'Oh, I must have fallen asleep, dear. Well, you'd better hurry back to your own room now-get into your own bed. Hurry now! This instant!'
At that moment, Denny hated his own father. His father had denied him his first opportunity to fuck a female. He tiptoed hastily to his room and slipped into his own bed just as he heard his father enter. Still breathing hard, he turned the encounter over in his mind. Despite his disappointment and his painful, throbbing erection- bulging, dripping, craving-Denny knew that his stepmother wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. She had sucked his cock off, hadn't she? Yes, it was just a matter of time until he fucked her, he decided. God, when would he grow up so he could fuck and suck all he pleased? Someday he would fuck them all… his sister… his stepmother… all of them… right in their heavenly, seemingly unattainable pussies!
Slowly then, rocking the bed as little as possible, he jerked off, seeking the relief his aching balls begged for. He pretended to be fucking Norma, of course, and then he even pretended he was fucking his virgin sister.
He moved his foreskin back and forth over his tingling hard-on. It was hell trying not to make much noise, holding back so the bed would not squeak. He didn't want to be obvious, but he pounded his shaft harder, rocking the bed and groaning audibly, secretly hoping Norma might hear and know the torture she had put him through.
And that was the way it had been last summer. And this summer? Would Norma have changed her mind? He wanted to fuck her in the worst way, learn about the delights of sticking a female right in the cunt, and then introduce his sister to the delights he had learned.
This summer was the biggie, he decided. This summer he intended to become a man!
The stewardess was bringing a cart down the aisle now, offering beverages to the passengers. This summer, Denny thought. But I have to break the agreement with Joyce. No way I can tell Joyce about our father's wife. No way.
When the stewardess reached them, Denny had a Pepsi and Joyce ordered a ginger ale. They sipped their drinks for a moment, and then Denny said, 'You'll love Walden Flats, sis. No fooling. But it's hard to tell you about it. I'll just have to show you. First thing tomorrow, we'll mosey into town and I'D show you the stores and Landon Pond and everything. Oregon is beautiful country.'
'You mean that's all you've got to tell me? You gather your thoughts to tell me that? What were you thinking about?'
'Nothing much,' Denny said, reaching out slyly for a tit.
Joyce slapped his hand. 'You can't do that here, you kook! Besides, a girl's boobies aren't playthings!'
Denny leaned over and tongued her ear. 'Wanna bet?'
His sister scowled harshly, looking away, whipping her long straight strands of coal-black hair and staring out the window. Denny followed her gaze, thinking about fucking her until they had to fasten their seat belts and began descending to land at Portland International Airport.
CHAPTER 2
Denny and Joyce entered the waiting area, moving slowly among the herd of passengers. Denny sighted his father and Norma standing some fifteen yards to their right. At the same instant, Martin Reardon spotted his children. 'Denny… Joyce!' his booming baritone voice called. Denny nudged Joyce, and then they broke into a full run and hurled themselves into their fathers waiting arms.
'Daddy, Dadeee!' Joyce cried, burying her face in their father's chest. For the moment, Martin Reardon ignored his son and held his daughter close and kept calling her, 'my little precious.' Then, holding her at arm's length, he corrected himself. 'No, you're not little anymore. You're all grown up. A full-blown woman!'
Then he introduced his daughter to his wife. 'Joyce, this is Norma,' he said, beaming proudly.
Norma hugged Joyce dutifully. 'Dear, I've heard so much about you from your father and Denny,' she said. 'We meet at last!'
Martin Reardon shook hands with his son, then released Denny so Norma could hug him. Norma seemed surprisingly cool and Denny felt a surge of disappointment as his chest pressed firmly against the large succulent breasts he had fondled and sucked just last summer. But he remembered that Norma rarely displayed much affection while in the presence of her husband. God, she's gorgeous, he thought, ad-miring her firm, ripe body that curved in all the right places, the soft ash-blond hair fragrant with a hint of perfume, the trace of lust and mischief in her deep brown eyes. He admired her full lips, too. Yes, he certainly had pleasant memories in connection with those lips all right!
Martin Reardon was glancing back and forth between his son and daughter. 'Denny, you look a bit pale,' he said. 'You need some of our Oregon summer sun. As for you, Joyce, I don't think I could suggest any improvement at all! You-you're simply ravishing!'
Denny didn't like the way his father was drinking in his sister's lush, ripe body. He helped his father with the luggage, and then the four of them walked chatting excitedly to the parking lot and got into Martin Reardon's new Volkswagen van. Five minutes later, they were driving the freeway toward Walden Flats. Martin Reardon spoke of the changes that had taken place since Denny's visit last year. The freeway system had been extended, he said,
