Phyllis Baxter

An incestuous party


'Oh, Larry,' giggled Ann Dolan as her new husband slipped his hand up the back of her loose dress. 'David might be watching. Besides, the movers are still coming in and out of the house. You wouldn't want to give them a private show, would you?'

Larry appeared not to hear her, although he did remove his hand from her buttocks. Turning her around, he brushed a kiss on her full, luscious lips as he held her curvaceous body tightly against his. The two movers, bringing their new couch into the living room, stood and watched the pair of newlyweds.

'Ahem,' said one of them. 'Where would you like this thing?'

Ann looked up from her husband and pushed him away slightly. 'Just put it in the room here out of the way,' she said in a cheery voice. 'We don't quite know where we want everything. Is that the last of it?'

'Right, lady,' said the other mover, handing her a pad to sign. Larry took it from him, signed for the furniture and handed the pad back to him.

'Well, you two have fun in your new home,' said the first mover. 'And let me be the first to welcome you to Courtland, New York.'

'Thank you,' answered Ann. 'I'm sure we'll be happy here.'

Larry's romantic mood was broken with the interruption of the movers. He sat down on the couch and looked at his wife's luscious body. Even when she dressed in her house working clothes, she looked fantastic. The loose dress she was wearing hardly hid her full, voluptuously curved breasts, and the cloth fit tightly around her narrow, tapered waist. The sunbathing she had done during the summer still left its mark, and her legs were evenly tanned, just the way they had been when she had gone sunbathing in the nude with him during their honeymoon. Even then she had been a little distant and removed from him. She said it was because she was worried about David, her fourteen year old son, but Larry knew that she was not sure she would be able to be the kind of wife he wanted. It was the memory of her first husband that ripped through her mind. Her first marriage had left some pretty deep scars, and she had her doubts that she would be able to go through with a second marriage. Now, though, she was bubbly and buoyant. Taking her away from all those unhappy memories in Oakland and bringing her to the East was a stroke of brilliance, and he was glad he had been able to talk her into it.

'Happy?' he said as she turned on her toes, looking at the bare walls in the living room.

'I've never been happier,' she answered, and she meant it. Meeting Larry had opened up a whole new life for her, and she wanted to make sure that everything worked out well for them. The only ink blot on her life right now was her son, David. He had worshipped his real father, and had made it clear that he would never accept Larry as his father now. Well, thought Ann, that's something he'll grow out of, at least he'd better.

'Hey,' said Larry as his wife finally stopped her turning. 'How's about you coming over here and sitting down next to me? We can break in our new home, and worry about where we're going to put the furniture later.'

Ann smiled and sat down, burying herself in Larry's strong arms. He curled them around her and placed his hand on her lush, well rounded breast, pinching the already tightening nipple through her bra. He felt her shiver and squirm against him and she molded herself to his muscular body while he engulfed her supple mound of firm young tit flesh fully in his hand.

'Where's David?' she asked. 'I wouldn't want him to come in while we were doing something he shouldn't see.'

'Don't worry about David,' cooed Larry, kneading her breast and pinching her nipple tighter. 'The last I saw him, he was out playing in the woods behind the house. He's probably looking for kids his own age to make friends with. We have the whole house to ourselves.'

She smiled at the thought. It had been a long time since she was alone, really alone with Larry. Even on their honeymoon, she had almost been forced to bring her son along with her, and there was no way of knowing just when he would pop up and ask something embarrassing. Larry turned his body to hers and moved to kiss her open lips, but she quickly placed her hands against his chest and stopped him.

'Why don't we give the bed upstairs a try,' she hinted, her eyes sparkling with lascivious delight, their pale blueness twinkling in a teasing manner. 'After all, if it's no good, we'll still have the whole day to take it back to the store and try another one.'

Larry smiled and released her. Bouncing up off the couch, she seemed to glide across the floor to the stairs, and as she ran up to the bedroom, she took two and sometimes three steps at once. He followed her, trying to catch up, but she had too much of a head start on him, and she was able to get into the room before he was. Closing the door, she teased him humorously, refusing to let him in until he gave some secret pass word. Finally, he threatened to break down the door, and she told him that that was exactly what she had wanted to hear. Letting him in, she closed and locked the door.

David cursed his luck. He had been hiding in an empty box near the couch, and he was wishing that his step-father would fuck his mother in the living room instead of going to the bedroom. Now there would be no way he could watch them. Making sure that they were not about to come out of the bedroom, he crawled from his hiding place and inched his way quietly up the stairs to the bedroom door. Placing his ear tightly against the solid wood portal, he closed his eyes and concentrated all his energies on listening to the sounds of their giggling and laughing. He hated his new step-father, hated him more than he hated anyone else, and the thought of him fucking his mother, actually sticking his cock up inside her nakedly spread little cunt-hole, was almost too much for him to take. His first father would never have been so crude as to actually do anything like that. His first father was kind and understanding, so much so that he had allowed his mother to sleep in her own bed. Suddenly the laughter in the room faded away, and the two people became almost silent. David was forced to press his ear tighter against the door to hear what was going on.

Inside the room, Larry had silenced his wife's laughing with a firm and bruising kiss, pressing his lips firmly against hers and worming his tongue deeply into the warm confines of her mouth. She responded by wrapping hers around his and pressing tightly against it, her hands holding tightly his powerful waist while he slid his arms down the curves of her hips and gripped her firm, well-rounded buttocks, pulling her hungrily against his body. She could feel his massive rod of swelling cock-flesh grow in his constricting pants, and the heavy desire seething organ seemed to burn right through the skimpy bikini panties she wore beneath her dress. Already she could feel the hotly burning juices of desire seeping through her cuntal opening as she became excited and hotly aroused. His hands were kneading her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter and tighter against him, and she finally slid her arms from his waist, gripping firmly his tightening buttocks and drawing him passionately to her trembling body.

He kneaded her softly grinding ass cheeks and began to draw up her dress along her sensuous legs, pulling at the loose garment and exposing the silky softness of her naked thighs, and revealing her thin, white panties. Pulling her tighter against his body, he placed one leg between hers and slipped his hand up beneath the elastic band of the thin cum-wet covering and ran his finger along her hotly throbbing cunt lips. Instantly, Ann tightened her body and gasped as she felt a rush of blazing fire race through her entire vagina as Larry screwed his middle finger deeply up into her hotly engulfing cunt walls. Opening his hand, he impaled her wetly seething vagina fully, driving his finger deeper and deeper up into the slippery wet opening of her hotly aroused pussy, nipping at the thin silken wisps of softly curling cuntal hair that lined and fringed the tiny, tightly clasping little hole. His other hand slipped between her panties and body and gripped tightly at her ass-cheeks, probing between the warm fleshy orbs of her buttocks and teasing at the tightly puckered little circle of her asshole.

Ann pulled Larry tighter still against her trembling body and pressed the burgeoning mass of cock flesh against her now nearly completely naked pussy.

'Oh, baby,' he hissed through tightly clenched teeth. 'I want you. I want to fuck your hot little pussy so bad. I want to fuck you right now.'

His lewd words excited Ann even more, and she slipped her hands into the pants of her new husband,

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