Jean Stevenson sang along happily to the music of her car radio, enjoying the beautiful day and the pleasant drive through the mountains into town. She felt proud of herself for being able to change her negative, worried attitude about her children's affairs and quite certain that tonight, she and Tom would more than make up for the past week of sexual frustration and disappointment.
She chided herself gently for having been such a worrier, and let her thoughts drift and wander aimlessly, feeling thoroughly happy and at peace with the world. She noticed a fresh fruit and vegetable stand on the side of the road and impulsively stopped, deciding the produce there would be of a higher quality than in the supermarket, but when she went to pay for her careful selections she discovered that she had left her wallet at home.
Feeling silly, she apologized to the vendor and got back in her car to turn back toward home. She was grateful to have realized her carelessness when she did, instead of at the supermarket, all the way into town. That would have really thrown me off schedule, she thought as she entered the house rather sheepishly through the back door. She hoped she wouldn't have to confront Tom – she was embarrassed to have done anything so silly as to take off on a shopping trip without her wallet and she didn't want to have to explain it.
The house seemed empty and quiet at first. Remembering that she had given Paul a few dollars earlier, she assumed her wallet was still lying on the coffee table in the living room and walked swiftly through the kitchen and down the hall.
Then she heard it… the sound of Linda's voice… moaning! Her first thought was that the girl was in pain and the lovely brunette quickened her step, but then something made her stop. A muffled sound… very definitely a masculine voice! My God, she thought, Linda and Jerry are making love right here in the living room! Instinctively, she started to turn away, but then, bristling with indignation, she moved toward the living room door. The raw nerve of them, she thought angrily, determining to put a stop to their wanton activities.
She peered around the doorjamb, half-frightened by what she might see, but in no way prepared for the sight that met her incredulous eyes. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror and she had to grip the door to keep from falling. Her mind screamed out against what her eyes were witnessing and she stood, frozen to the spot, unable to move. She thought she was going to be ill, that she would scream, that she would faint, but nothing happened… she was absolutely paralyzed with shock! Linda was lying in the middle of the living room, her breasts bare and her legs spread wide… and Tom, her own beloved husband and Linda's father, was putting his mouth to her pussy!
When at last she regained her senses enough to move, she ran blindly, mindlessly from the house. Her world was shattered, she was totally devastated by the unimaginable shock of what she had seen. Her own husband incestuously fucking his daughter! She almost fell down the stairs in her haste to get outside into the air where she could breathe; the walls of the house seemed to have closed in on her, she thought she was losing her mind, that she had been pushed over the brink into insanity.
Once in the open, she resorted to total instinct… the instinct of flight. She would take her son and go! They would run as fast as they could and as far as they could. How they would go, where they would go, never crossed her mind, only that they leave! Her only thought was to protect her son from this ultimate depravity, but where was he… where was Paul! God only knew what Linda had done to him already!
The distraught mother took off running to the only place she knew to look for her son, the Walters' house. They lived almost a half mile away, and Jean ran through the trees like a frightened animal. Totally winded by the time she arrived at the sprawling ranch-style home, she stood in the trees beside the clearing to catch her breath and fought desperately to regain control. Her mind was a torrent of conflicting emotions… rage, pain, fear and… jealousy!
She knew the scene was etched forever on her brain. She would never be able to erase the image of Tom with his head buried in his daughter's pussy. She remembered how Tom's cock had probed into her own cunt – how he had caressed her clitoris with his fingers and fucked savagely deep into her cunt. He had told her how good she was for him, how much he enjoyed fucking her… how he loved her… and there he was doing the same thing to his daughter! Jean was too upset to even try to control the twinge of desire that shot through her own body.
Jean had never before seen two people perform any kind of sexual act and the sight of Linda's writhing body as Tom licked her cunt kept flashing vividly through her brain. She wondered how long she had stood there watching the obscene spectacle. She had no conception of time, but she was acutely aware of her own arousal. Her pussy felt wet and tingling and she was helplessly confused.
For an instant, she forgot why she was there, standing in the woods outside the Walters' house, her hand having inadvertently gone to her pussy. Paul, yes… she had to protect her son… she had to find Paul!
Bracing herself, she made her way up the path to the front door and pounded on it angrily. Jerry answered, wearing only his swim trunks, and he blushed as he saw her eyes drop to the bulge at the crotch.
"Yeah?" he said in a surly tone, eyeing the beautiful woman and impressed by her shape.
"I'm Jean Stevenson," she snapped, almost pushing her way into the house. "I've come for my son. Where is he?"
"Oh yeah," Jerry said, swigging at his beer and lewdly appraising her. "Linda and Paul's mother." The tall blonde youth wondered how anyone's mother could look so young and beautiful.
"I am Paul's mother, not Linda's," she retorted pointedly. "Where is my son?" It was as though she were accusing Jerry of hiding Paul from her, and he could see that she was pretty upset over something.
"Jeeze, lady! I don't know where the hell Paul is! I'm not his keeper, you know!"
"He's probably out with your slutty sister!" Jean blurted out without thinking.
"Now, just hold on there a minute, lady!" Jerry said, bristling at her slurring comment regarding his sister.
"I know what's been going on here!" Jean exploded angrily. "I know the way Linda carries on, I know!"
"You mean you know that I'm fucking Linda and Paul is fucking my little sister?" he responded casually, trying to fight back a lurid smile.
She became flustered at the way the young boy had used the word so easily and she stammered, "Yes… I mean… no, I can't believe Paul would…" The idea of discussing her son having sex seemed lewd and wrong, yet it gave her a strange thrill. Jerry was smiling openly now, his eyes taking in her heaving breasts and staring at the vee of her thighs.
"Come on in, Mrs. Stevenson," he offered with a trace of sarcasm in his voice. "We've been meaning to invite you and your husband in on the party… matter of fact your husband's already been initiated into our little group…"
"What are you talking about?" she asked, wondering if he knew about Linda and Tom, too.
"I'm talking about your husband fucking my little sister's tits off!" he said in a flat tone, "and it seems only right that you and I should be getting even by doing the same thing…"
Her eyes widened and she saw that his cock was hardening quickly, bulging out the swim trunks. She couldn't quite believe the boy's words… what was he saying? Had Tom seduced Cindy too? What kind of man had she married? How could she have been so wrong about him?
"Come on, Mrs. Stevenson… you do to me what everyone else is doing and we'll all be even… we'll have some good times!"
"You're crazy!" Jean cried, yet she was fascinated by the lewd proposal. She tried to regain her wits. "All I want to do is get my son and leave this place, can't you understand that?" she asked helplessly.
"You don't understand, lady!" he shot back at her. "Your precious son and your fine upstanding husband have both fucked my baby sister and I'm planning to get even by fucking you. Got it? Now, I can either rape you or you can cooperate and we can both have a good time… any way you want suits me just fine!"
Jean's brain was reeling. She felt trapped and she stood dead still, trying to decide what to do, trying to make sense out of the sudden nightmare of insanity.
Jerry put his arm around her waist and led her into the bedroom. He was already gloating over the idea of fucking Linda's stepmother. What a deal! Mother and daughter, with the mother almost as alluring as the daughter, and maybe even better in bed!
Jean's mind was in a frenzy. She allowed herself to be led mutely into the bedroom. She felt she should try to resist him, but there was a strong fascination for the boy. He was mature, handsome and daring. And, in spite of herself, the idea of somehow getting back at Tom and Linda both in a perverse way excited her.
She stood awkwardly, staring at the manly young body of Jerry Walters. Almost automatically, she took off her clothes and stood before him, completely naked. Jerry's cock was monstrous now as he watched her undress. She was completely under his command, and he gasped at the beauty of her body. Her breasts looked virginal, full and ripe, with pinkish nipples that added to the girlish appearance of her bosom. Her stomach was flat, curving smoothly into her crotch and he could see the moist pussy lips beneath her dark pubic curls.
He stripped off his trunks, and Jean's nostrils flared as she saw the size of his cock. It was almost as big as Tom's. She looked at his muscular body, judging him to be about sixteen or seventeen. But he had a virile maturity about him that had already set her cunt to tingling. His penis was rigid, with the purplish head of it swollen with desire. Jean licked her lips, hardly aware that she wanted to take it in her mouth.
As Jerry moved closer to her she felt a jolt of sudden fear, but she controlled it by taking command herself, much to her own surprise.
She wanted to be in control. It just didn't seem right for a grown woman to be manipulated by a mere youth. "Lie down on the bed," she heard herself say. "I want to suck your cock first."
Jerry's mouth dropped open in surprise, but he quickly stretched out on the bed, his turgid cock pointing toward the ceiling. "I love that," he said, "but I hope there's more afterwards."
Jean knelt down on the bed, aware of Jerry's eyes staring hungrily at her breasts. Strangely, she felt complimented, for there was admiration in his eyes. It was exciting to think that a boy as young as Jerry would find her sexually attractive. His eyes moved to the vee of her pelvis, and he shook his head in awe. "Wow, Mrs. Stevenson, you've got a beautiful body!" he said with respect. He looked into her eyes, almost using them to beg her to take his cock into her beautiful mouth. His penis jerked in anticipation, and Jean suddenly became aware of how aroused she had become. Her pussy was moist and surges of desire for this young man swept over her genitals and upward through her belly.
She stared at his hard, youthful cock, standing proudly, and she envisioned it rammed deeply into her aching cunt. Soon – soon, she told herself. She felt confident that she could satisfy his every desire, and she was proud that she had the ability to sexually dominate him.
Fires were burning inside her vagina, and she gently pushed the young man back down on the bed. She leaned down then and softly kissed the head of his cock, her lips slightly parted to allow just a tiny part of it inside them. She felt her nipples harden even more, and she nibbled gently at the hard, yet rubbery head of Jerry's penis. She wanted to take his whole staff between her lips and surround it with her warm wet mouth and lick it and suck it until she drove him to cum in her mouth. She knew she could wait for her own fulfillment, for she wanted his big, forceful cock rammed deep up into her cunt, reaming her until she felt his hot cum filling her insides.
She ran her hands up the sides of his strong young thighs and took his balls in her hands, massaging them softly, gloating over the way she was making him writhe and moan. She took the shaft of his throbbing penis in one hand, and he jerked wildly as shivers of delight ran over his body. Her cool hand ran up the length of his whole erection, then dropped to the base of it so she could guide it into her soft, hungry mouth.
Jean flicked out her tongue, licking his shaft starting from the bottom and laving it lovingly to the very tip. Jerry was afraid he would shoot his cum into the air if she kept on, and he reached down with one hand and pushed her head closer to his cock to indicate his need.
"I want to cum in your beautiful mouth," he gasped, sending shivers up Jean's spine. She imagined the thick cock deep inside her, spewing cum into her belly, and she became completely aroused with lust for him. She wanted this young cock inside her! She wanted to feel his youthful, eager, hard boy-cock, slamming inside her, fucking her crazy! Their bodies were lust-mates!
The blond-haired teenager groaned as the older woman continued licking his cock, finally using her tongue and teeth on the swollen head of it while she caressed his balls with her other hand. He raised his head and gazed with lust-filled eyes at her mouth and tongue, nibbling and licking away at his cock.
"You've got to suck it!" Jerry gasped, suddenly feeling his sperm seething up inside him. He didn't want to cum in the air. He wanted to fill her mouth with his cum – watch her swallow every bit of it – then lick him dry.
His crude words made her even more wanton, and she stared lustfully at the hard rod she held in her hands. She knew she had to have it fucking her cunt or she would go crazy! She thought it might be even bigger than Tom's! She plunged her mouth hungrily down over the head of it, sucking it into the wetly enveloping cavern as hard as she could. Her tongue flicked against it and her teeth nibbled at the glans. Jerry was almost overcome with the magnificent sensations. He flopped back, spreading his arms wide and he arched his hips upward to shove all of his cock down her throat.
Her warm mouth drove his passions skyward. When Jean began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of it deep into her mouth, he yelled, "Oh God… suck it woman… suck it all the way into your belly!"
Jean's dark hair brushed sensuously against his stomach and caused the muscles to tighten involuntarily. She ran her fingers over his belly, letting her nails rake the tender flesh. She was in her glory, feeling that his youth was completely hers to toy with.
She sucked his twitching cock deep into her throat, feeling her cunt tingle as her mouth was filled with his rigid fleshpole. Without thinking, she set up a rhythmic plunging over the stiff cock, drawing it so deep that it almost gagged her at times. But she was so engrossed in pleasing the boy that she ignored it. She tightened her lip pressure on his cock providing him almost total friction as she plunged her head down to take his massive cock deep in her throat, sucking and laving it with her tongue.
Jerry was propped up on his elbows now, unable to resist staring at the beautiful mouth, now distorted and puffed, and she tried to take all his tingling cock deep into her throat. She sucked like a vacuum as she flicked her tongue wildly at the lunging shaft and head.
The dark-haired woman sensed that he was about to cum and she let his turgid cock almost fall from her mouth. Then she suddenly bit down on the head of it, hard, causing him to moan with painful pleasure. She felt sorry for him, but Jerry didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her dark head in both hands and held her face down on his cock while he fucked upward with his hips. He was fucking her in the mouth, Jean realized, and she thrilled at the thought of his coming explosion.
She was burning with desire, first to have him cum in her mouth, then to have him shove that big beautiful cock in her ravenous cunt and give her what she knew would be a tremendous climax. She wanted to run her fingers into her burning slit to relieve it, but she couldn't leave his fascinating cock and balls.
The teenaged youth was merciless now, ramming his blood-engorged cock into her mouth while pushing her head down hard. She didn't care. All she wanted was to feel his hot juice squirting into her mouth. Her body was bouncing up and down with the violence that Jerry suddenly displayed, and Jean sucked even harder, massaging his balls fervently, trying to stimulate him even more. She knew that he was all set to cum, and she wanted to trigger it soon.
She lost all control in her desire to make him shoot his cum into her mouth, as she sucked, licked and bit madly at his cock as it plunged in and out of her mouth. Her lipstick had rubbed off on his cock and smeared around her lips and her eyes were lust-glazed.
All she wanted was to make him cum, her whole mind was centered on that one burning desire. But suddenly, there was a noise in the room, and it wasn't coming from the bed… someone had come in!