was ready for It, anyway. It seems like rye been ready to screw for years, and I was getting pretty tired of just finger – fucking myself.'
Elizabeth repressed a gasp. Jody and his mother? The social worker had mentioned that Mrs. Goodall was an alcoholic, now in an institution, but to seduce her own son! Yet it hadn't really been that much different for Jody to screw his younger sister, for both brothers to share the girl. Still, they had the excuse of being so young.
'What about you?' Charlene asked. 'When did you start screwing?'
Bending to stuff dishes into the washer, Elizabeth said, 'When I was twenty, and married. It – it wasn't any fun for me.'
'Yeeh,' the girl said, 'Jody told us you'd never come before. That must have been a real downer. But you're making it great with him?'
Elizabeth's face was warm; she was having a difficult time adjusting to such frankness, to discussing these intimate details. But she tried: 'Yes, I am. I – I hope you're not jealous of me and your brother?'
Charlene grinned, tilted her piquant face to one side. 'No way, lady. Look – when Jody's happy, it makes Timmy and me happy, too. He wouldn't be jealous of me balling anybody else, either; why should he be?'
Why indeed, Elizabeth thought, looking at it that way. There was much she had to learn, and not all of it was in sex. Turning on the dishwasher, she said, 'Then you won't feel left out, when Jody and I get together?'
'Uh – uh; Timmy and I will stay down here and play tapes, and fuck when we feel like it, if that's okay with you.'
'This is your house, now,' Elizabeth said. 'I know my tapes aren't what you like, so if you'll make a list, we'll get them Monday. And if my husband should come back tonight – '
I'II hold him off until Timmy can warn you guys,' Charlene said. 'One way or another.'
Climbing the stairs with excitement mounting within her, Elizabeth wondered what the girl had meant by that last remark. Surely, she didn't find Sherman sexually attractive? But then, evidently someone else did, too – his mistress.
Jody was already lying on the bed, stark naked, with his hands behind his head, and his entrancing prick standing tall, the head beguilingly pink and shiny. Smiling up at her as she hesitated just inside the door, the boy said, 'I got a hard – on just waiting for you, Betsy; just thinking about what we're going to do.'
She knew a tremble in her tummy, a lifting of her breasts against the bra. 'What are we going to do?'
'I'll show you,' the boy promised. 'Get undressed, darling. And look, don't be ashamed. You have a beautiful body, so never be afraid to show it off; be proud of yourself.'
Elizabeth stepped out of the skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she watched her hands shake as they found and unsnapped the fastenings of her bra, watched the large, milky globes of her breasts spring free, the dark nipples already erect. She saw the reflection of her long rose and ivory legs as they lifted one by one, so she could pull her panties down over her feet. She did have a good body, she thought, one that was appealing enough to arouse this passionate young boy waiting on her bed. He could be making ready to screw his lovely little sister, or any other attractive girl his own age, but Jody wanted her.
Proudly, she straightened, and dared to lift her hands to cup her heavy breasts, running her fingers tantalizingly over the rigid nipples, and feeling an immediate response within the humid quivering of her mound. She even felt beautiful as she moved toward the bed, her eyes fixed upon the stiff enticement of Jody's ready prick.
'Damn,' he whispered, “I don't see how your old man can rim off and leave all that gorgeous meat behind. Lie down beside me, Betsy – just stretch out and relax, on your back.'
he obeyed him, her skin tingling in anticipation. He kneeled beside her, his hands sliding over her warm flesh and sending little electric shocks deep into her belly. Elizabeth knew she could make it again and again, knew that the first terrific, unforgettable orgasm had been no accident, but an exquisite ecstasy that could always be repeated – with Jody, anyhow.
Now he was nibbling at her breasts while his hands cupped and probed her mound, and she sighed with happiness as the boy drew a nipple into his mouth and tortured It lovingly with his tongue. Jody opened his lips wide and tried to get her globe entirely into his mouth, his teeth ringing the upper portion of her creamy tit, sucking and licking. Elizabeth's body twisted, and her back arched, thrusting her pussy into his hand, the humid lips seeking the penetration of his finger, her vagina hungry to be filled.
Jody eased a finger into the hot depths, stroking tenderly, and she gyrated shamelessly upon it, bringing her swollen clitoris down against the welcome hardness, humping and sliding as if she had been doing this all her life and was very experienced at it. There was wondrous heat in boy's avid mouth, and deftness in his tongue; Elizabeth reveled in feeding him her breast, as if he was her own baby and needed sustenance. Ah, but Jody was infinitely better, since he was a baby and lover rolled into one; she could mother him and fuck him, pamper him and be adored by him physically. No true mother could have the best of both worlds like that.
Not unless she had been like Jody's mom, Elizabeth thought, squirming upon the agile finger the boy was using to fast bring her to a climax. Jody's mother had seduced her own son, and taught the youngster all the intricacies of sex, breaking him in to suit her own powerful lusts. Shivering, Elizabeth put that picture out of her mind, and gave herself up to the pleasures of Jody's knowing finger as it probed her wet pussy and manipulated her aching clit.
Sucking upon her breast, he speeded up his fingering, and Elizabeth found herself riding a foaming crest of passion, wiggling and heaving her crotch to get the most sensation from it. Her orgasm broke over her like a hot, thundering sea, and she stretched her long legs stiffly out, gasping in rapture.
Before the wave had subsided, Jody was licking down her rib cage, trailing his hot tongue over her sensitive skin, nipping the pale flesh lightly between his teeth. Panting, Elizabeth tried to catch her breath, but her body was so aroused, she had trouble. Sharp tendrils of joy were curling through her body, and she dug her nails into the sheet, to hold on.
Now he was at her tummy, that slippery tongue, drawing a path of wet fire behind it, tingling and excreting. She flinched when he used the tip to bore into her belly button, and her thighs went taut. Dazedly, she wondered what he was going to do, if Jody would continue to tease her so unmercifully, or if the boy would soon climb between her legs and use that magnificently hard cock in her needy cant. She wanted it now, now, and moaned in the grip of that urgency. But still he chewed tenderly over her belly, and found a violently erotic place where her thigh and hip joined.
When he jammed his tongue into that satiny socket, Elizabeth jerked insanely, her legs coiling and her tummy rippling. He was so close to the mound itself, so very near – surely he couldn't be thinking of – of kissing it, or something equally perverted. She tried to roll aside, to remove her crotch from that kind of danger, but Jody clung to her hips with both hands, and somehow his upper body had wedged its slim warmth between her thighs, so that she couldn't close them.
'Umm,' Jody said, turning his cheek slightly so that It brushed against the thick matting of her pubic hair, 'Umm – your pussy is so beautiful, I'd like to just crawl up inside It and stay there. I can smell its perfume now, Betsy – sweet and musky, all tickly in my nostrils, and this gorgeous black cunt hair – '
His tongue flicked into her pubic hair, and she felt a jolt, followed by another as Jody's breath stirred hotly into the dark forest of her trembling mound. Elizabeth bit her lips and reached down for his long hair, trying to pull him away from her crotch before he could do something – something awful; she didn't know what.
Then he was kissing into her snatch, pressing his lips down firmly, nuzzling into the hairy thatching of her flexing pussy, and Elizabeth's body went weak She couldn't resist, could not fight against the heat and wetness and the tantalizing reach of the boy's hungry tongue. It was too much, too wild, the shock of it sapping her strength, and she went limp all over, although her mind screamed stop it, stop it!
But when the first probing of Jody's tongue licked sizzling along her dewy labia, Elizabeth knew then she never wanted him to stop. The sensation was so different, acutely thrilling, spreading bright flashes throughout her pulsating vagina. She opened her thighs wider, giving room for the boy's head, for the ardent gobbling of his mouth upon her cunt lips.
He pulled the labia into his mouth, sucking them as if her pussy was a sugared orange that he was trying to turn inside out. The siphoning motion drove her mad, the sweet pulling made her head whirl, and all feeling seemed to be concentrated within her snatch. Then Jody drove his tongue deeply into her hole, curling it there, laying the silken membranes and pressing his teeth into the released cant lips. It was like having a prick inside her body, Elizabeth thought, but – smaller and hotter, different, even more intimate.
