'I did a little looking around during the day,' she whispered as she checked to see if anyone could see her looking into the now darkened room. 'I found a movie hidden in the closet, and if what I know about my uncle is correct, it won't be a Walt Disney picture.'
'I don't get it,' said David.
'Just come here and watch. If I'm wrong, we can sneak up the back stairs and you can fuck me on your bed like we planned. But if I'm right…'
David decided that he may as well humor her. He crept along the house and looked into the window. He could see that the room was dark, and the four people were sitting together on the couch. From their position, the two kids could see the movie screen clearly.
Ann sat back into the couch, the food she had eaten making her feel sleepy. She wished she could have seen the movies they took before they were shown to near strangers, but perhaps this would be funny. She watched and waited while the film threaded itself through the projector, and suddenly, she had a feeling that something was not what she thought.
A title, 'Twenty Minutes in a Bedroom', flashed on the screen, and Ann sat forward in her seat, wondering what was going on. Suddenly the movie started, and Ann knew that these were not of her honeymoon with Larry. Or anyone else, for that matter. It was a color film, for one thing, and they had shot everything in black and white. There was a strange man sitting on a rather lavish bed, reading a book. Ann turned her head to look at Larry, and she was surprised to see that he was relaxing almost as though he knew what was happening. Suddenly, there was the sound in the film of someone knocking at the door to the bedroom. The man got off the bed and went to answer the door. He was met by a luscious blonde, wearing the skimpiest of clothing.
'Mr. Smith?' asked the woman in the film.
'Yes. Miss Jones? Come in. I've been expecting you for quite sometime now.'
'Well,' answered the woman. 'You know how traffic can be.'
'Yes,' answered Mr. Smith.
Ann was sitting tight and tense in her seat. 'What the hell was going on here?' she thought to herself. She was about to ask out loud to Larry when she saw that the man in the movie was starting to undress. Ann was held transfixed by the incredible sight, and her interest was further enticed by the fact that woman was stripping as well. And then everything came to her. This was some sort of stag movie, a porno picture rather than the scenes from her honeymoon. Why was Larry showing this thing in front of guests?
She was hypnotized by the sights on the screen. The man and woman were completely naked, standing mere inches from each other. His cock was immensely swollen, and Ann gasped at the thought of him fucking it up into the woman's cunt. Surely it was too big. The man must be deformed in some way. His cock was so large that Ann wondered how it was able to stand up from between his legs.
The woman in the movie looked just as amazed at the size of it, thick, long and purple with the web of pulsing, almost glowing blue veins running through it.
Outside, David gasped at what he was looking at. He had never seen a stag film before, in fact, had only heard about them in the lowest whispers. What was going on, anyway? How could his mother actually be sitting there watching this? What sort of man was Larry to be showing this to his mother? David gave a quick glance to Karen, and was shocked by what she was doing. She had pressed her hands up under her dress and was moving them around along her tight little pussy. David wanted to say something, but he was suddenly aware of his own erection filling his pants, and he forced his gaze back to the screen in the living room.
Ann could hardly believe what she was looking at. The woman had gripped tightly the man's penis, a rod that was so thick that she could not surround it with her long, slender fingers. She was moving her hand along the turgidly pulsing length, stroking the cock, and she reached out with her other hand and placed the man's hand against the swollen mass of breast flesh, making him squeeze and knead the beautiful, well-formed flesh. Ann could feel her own breasts swell in sympathy, and she brought her hand up against the nearly exposed flesh of her own breast and touched herself, trying to relieve the shooting ache the picture was bringing on her.
Roy shifted his weight to relieve the tension caused by his burgeoning penis, and his motions caused him to graze across Ann's naked arm with his hand. He and Larry had discussed which movie would be shown after dinner, and Roy had decided to let Larry do the picking. He wasn't disappointed. The woman in the film was really something. Her breasts were large, and that tight little cunt of hers looked really inviting and juicy.
The man in the film placed his hand along the hotly glistening pussy slit of the woman and probed gently into it, pushing his fuck-finger slowly up into the warm, wet softness of her cunt. The woman opened her mouth and moaned as he fingered her vagina, and she lewdly spread her legs to allow him easy passage into the searing chamber of her now fully exposed cunt. She was stroking his cock faster and faster, and the two of them were making low, throaty moans of lascivious delight as they brought each other to higher and higher sexual passion. The man's hands were resting more tightly on the woman's breasts, and he had engulfed them fully between his powerful looking fingers. His face was contorted in a hungry look of lustful intent as he squeezed the nipples teasingly. The woman let out a groan of intense arousal, and she lifted her body in an attempt to impale her cunt on the rigidly throbbing cock in front of her. She pressed down with her hand and lowered the burgeoned rod down between her legs and trapped it there, a smile of triumph on her face from the hardness of it.
Ann gasped at the lascivious sight, and she was further shocked when she felt Roy's hand resting on top of hers. She hadn't felt him brush against her the first time. She had been too engrossed in the movie. But now, as she tried to follow the lewd and perverse sights on the screen, she was becoming more and more aware of what he was doing.
Roy had shifted his body so that his knee was rubbing against Ann's, and it seemed as though he had done it deliberately. His hand resting on hers gave her a little squeeze, as if to tell her that he was becoming aroused by the movie, and it was her duty to satisfy him. Ann was confused and uncertain how to react, and as she glanced in the direction of Larry, what she saw caused her even more dismay.
Larry was sitting with his arm casually flung around Susan, his hand resting on her breast inside of her dress. Her husband was actually kneading the naked breast of his boss' wife, and Roy didn't seem to care. In fact, Roy was making further advances on Ann's confused person. His hand was creeping slowly along her arm, inching its way nearer and nearer to her breast. Ann could feel her cunt begin to seep slightly from watching the movie, and she was in complete confusion at the touch of Roy sitting next to her.
On the film, the man had allowed his cock to move from between the woman's legs, and the huge bulbous tip was pressing hotly against her slightly spread cuntal opening. She was resting on slightly bent knees, opening her curl-fringed pussy mouth to the man's expected thrust, and finally he pumped his pelvis forward and rammed his cock deep up between the tender lips of the woman's pussy. The woman stiffened as the man drove his long, thick rod all the way up into her open belly, slapping his heavily swollen balls hard up against the soft red fringe of hair rimming her cunt mouth.
At the same time, Roy slipped his hand into Ann's loosely clinging dress and engulfed her now desire- swollen breast with his powerful fingers, squeezing it teasingly as he pressed his palm tightly against her nipple.
Ann tightened her body. What was she expected to do? She couldn't let this stranger, this man who was not her husband touch her body the way he was. How could Larry allow such a thing? Her thoughts were racing through her mind in distended chains, and she stared at the screen, wide-eyed and confused as Roy moved his face against her body and lifted her breast out from under the dress, opening his mouth and placing his lips around the passion-swollen mound, lashing out against the sensitive nipple with his tongue and sending ripples of confusion and delight searing through Ann's body. Ann was sitting on the couch with her hands in her lap, totally unable to fully understand what was going on, but as she felt Roy's tongue whip at her nipple, she was brought from her trance. With a violent surge of will, she bounced from the couch and ran from the living room up the stairs.
A confused Roy looked over in the direction of Larry, who removed his face from the full, luscious lips of
