Laura Moore stood before her full-length dressing-table mirror, examining her body in the glass. She still had a youthfully good-looking figure, she was convinced, but the surprising thing to her was the depths of sexual pleasure she had been able to enjoy using this body as Ray asked her to.
She blushed suddenly at the remembrance of how much she had enjoyed anal sex the day before with her husband. To think that she had been so reluctant now seemed silly. She had determined to trust Ray in all forms of sex play or intercourse that he chose. He was a master at bringing her to her peak performance and in the doing, giving her the ultimate in sensual pleasure…
Laura thought she heard a noise from her dressing room, and she cast a quick glance that way. Just guilt, she decided, and she picked up a brush and began stroking her dark hair. She watched the way her breasts undulated with each upward movement of her arms, and the way the muscles of her stomach rippled. She was an exciting woman! She was pleased with her body and with her marriage. Ray was so wonderful, and it was all working out so well with Billy.
She frowned suddenly as she thought of her thirteen year old son. Yes, for the most part, he was obviously happy, but there were times when she couldn't fathom what was going on in his mind. At breakfast this morning, for instance, he had looked at her with an enigmatic smile that told her he loved her, yet hid something else. His eyes had seemed hot and somewhat troubled as he had let them rove over her body, encased in a somewhat flimsy gown and robe. It was almost the same sort of look that Ray gave her, she thought with some trepidation.
And he looked so much like his father at times… Laura made an impatient gesture with the hairbrush. She shouldn't be thinking of Billy's father. He had deserted her… given her only misery and slavery…
Unknown to Laura, the object of her troubled thoughts was now observing her. From his vantage point in the dressing room, Billy was watching every tiny movement of his mother's exciting body. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her brushing, wishing that he could take one of them in his mouth, to tease and torment the nipple and feel the resilient flesh give beneath his touch. He liked the way she looked at herself in the mirror. He loved her dark curly hair and the lust-inciting curve of her buttocks and shapely thighs. In the mirror, he could see the reflection of her darkly mysterious cuntal "vee" and the curl-shaded slit that was her cunt! His cock was jerking madly, growing harder every moment, and a new thrill had come to him at the daring of what he was doing. He was supposed to be out shopping with his sister and stepfather, but he had begged off at the last moment, pretending illness, and had sneaked back into the house without his mother's knowing it.
He knew what he had to do, and there was no choice, after what he had seen here the day before. He was amazed at his own nerve, but he felt he could not control himself. It was as if some great magnet were drawing him to watch his naked mother!
He was trembling slightly, as if anticipating a great event, though he didn't know what it might be. The sight of this beautiful woman was shredding his willpower. She had been his dream for so long… so terribly long… and now, she stood naked before him, allowing him to feast his eyes and soul on all her intimate parts!
Laura began to hum softly, and to Billy, she sounded like an angel. His eyes bulged as if to take in even more of her incredible loveliness, and without realizing it, he said in a full, gasping voice, "Oh, Mother!"
Laura turned instantly to face the dressing room curtain, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She had heard her son's voice, and she wasn't sure if her mind were playing tricks on her. She laid the brush down and ran to the curtains, pulling them open with a jerk. There, cowering helplessly in the dimness, was her son!
"What on earth…!" Laura gasped.
Billy was in his jockey shorts on the floor, and with a shock, she became aware that his cock was erect and throbbing under the thin material and that his eyes were fastened upon her breasts, in spite of his obvious fear! She quickly grabbed her negligee from a nearby chair and threw it on, but it did little to hide her womanly features. Instead, to her aroused son's eyes, it added mystery to the allure of her beautifully shaped body.
"Billy…" Laura gasped. "What are you doing here?"
She pulled him out of the area and into the light of the bedroom. He felt ashamed and helpless. The worst had happened. He was evil, and now, he would get the punishment he so richly deserved. Suddenly, he began to cry.
Laura sat on the chair before her dressing table, holding Billy before her.
"I'm so bad… so sinful…" he sobbed.
She was in a state of bewilderment. He couldn't have done this deliberately. He must have come into the room to tell her something, then became frightened and hid! Her heart went out to him, but she realized she had to be firm. He could have stumbled in and found her and Ray at an awkward and embarrassing moment. She had to put a stop to it… to show him that even in their loving household, there were rules he had to obey.
She picked up the silver-handled hairbrush and said, "Billy… turn around…" He was pretty grownup to be spanked, but Laura knew she had to do something.
Billy closed his eyes under her menacing stare of displeasure. And another thing was bothering him – the woman scent of his mother's body, the closeness to her… it was driving him wild with desire.
He wanted to run and keep running forever, but his mother held him fast. The warm, personal smell of her was playing havoc with his emotions. She was pulling him closer. God – what was she doing?
Laura bent her son over her knees and pulled down his underpants. He was big, and it was awkward, but he surrendered to her and made it easier. She looked at his bare white buttocks, feeling the rigidness of his aroused penis pressing into her thigh, where it had emerged boldly through the opening of his shorts. The brush made a hissing sound as it sailed through the air and smacked his buttocks sharply!
"Aaahhh…!" Billy cried out. He felt another blow strike, and still others, but he wasn't really aware of the stinging pain in his buttocks. Each time she raised the brush and delivered a blow, his cock pushed more hotly into the soft flesh of her legs, now rock-hard and throbbing insistently.
A curious mixture of emotions was wracking his teenage body. He cried out, "No! Mother – no!" But he didn't really want her to stop. There was too much pleasure in what she was doing.
Laura, too, was experiencing some strange emotions. She was justifying the spanking by telling herself it was for her son's own good, but she realized that she was getting a strange thrill from it… and that a great part of that thrill was sexual! She felt closer to Billy than she ever had before! It was almost a man-woman closeness, rather than that of a mother and son! She continued on with more blows.
Billy had stopped crying out now, and he groaned with pleasure as the brush inflicted pain and pleasure to his body. The excitement was too much. He felt he would faint, and at the same time, he could feel his sperm boiling inside his loins. He knew he would cum in a moment, and he did not want to face the awful embarrassment he would feel. But he couldn't stop his cock from pushing eagerly against her flesh, and as the sharp back of the brush bit into his buttocks, he lost control completely, and he felt spurts of semen shooting from his cock onto his mother's leg!
The world seemed to be ending. He was evil – rotten.
Laura stopped suddenly as she felt the warm wetness oozing on her thigh. She flushed scarlet as she realized that her son had cum, and that she had been responsible.
"Get up!" Laura screamed. Billy scrambled to his feet, his face red as he glanced down at the messy front of his shorts, now wet with semen.
Full realization dawned on Laura's face as she eyed the cum-soaked shorts and the wet spots on her own thin gown and leg.
"My God!" she said apprehensively. "What have I done?" She began to tremble. "Go to your room!" she spluttered.
Billy ran from the room in total confusion, sobs breaking from his throat.
After he had gone, Laura sat staring into space. She was thunderstruck at what she had done, and her fingers touched the sticky moisture on her gown with a feeling of horror. To add to, her horror, she became aware that she was wet and sticky between her own thighs!
Laura was troubled all the rest of the day. She just couldn't meet Billy's eyes, and he did not attempt to face her. Both felt extreme guilt, and both blamed themselves, while at the same time, each wondered what had gone on in the other's mind during the spanking that had culminated in Billy's orgasm.
In bed with Ray that night, Laura was bursting with a need to talk to him about the incident, but she couldn't bring herself to such a shameful confession. Ray made it easy for her, not giving her a chance to speak much. He got into bed and immediately began to caress her breasts and thighs, letting her know his eagerness for lovemaking.
But he noticed her lackadaisical submission and asked if something were wrong. She wanted to shout out YES! but she didn't. Instead, she just shook her head. Ray felt her body relax and said suddenly, "I know… you just weren't satisfied yesterday, darling. I know you like to have my cock inside your cunt… or maybe… maybe I'm just not satisfying you as a lover."
It shocked Laura. Ray was a perfect lover! Yet the thought haunted her… maybe she really was unsatisfied! She didn't know who it was, but she had been aware for some time that a deep, gnawing desire for someone… something… had been growing inside her.
"Do you think you'd like some other lover?" Ray asked somberly.
"How could I?" Laura wailed. "You're so perfect! So wonderful. How could you think such a thing?"
"Calm down, darling. It happens. A woman as beautiful as you sometimes wants… and deserves… more than one lover!"
"You're joking!" Laura gasped. "I don't understand some of your weird ideas, sometimes!"
Ray's hand was on her breast and the other was pulling her body close to him so that his cock was grinding against her warm pussy. She got the same helpless feeling she always did with Ray. He could have her any way he chose, and she couldn't deny him.
"Now, just imagine that you had someone else's hard, big cock pushing against your cunt. Wouldn't it thrill you? To have someone else doing this?" Ray's cock pressed harder against her moistening pussy, and she felt her passions begin to rise. She tried to fight the idea he was forcing on her. How could she desire or submit to another man? She loved her husband too deeply. He was too good to her, sexually as well as in every other way.
But the memory of that afternoon sprang unbidden to her mind. Suddenly it was Billy's hard cock pushing against her pussy, replacing Ray's! The wetness in her cunt was because of Billy – not Ray! Laura moaned in agony as she realized the truth. She did want her own son's cock inside her… she wanted him to make total love to her!
"Are you thinking about another lover doing this to you?" Ray panted into her ear. "If that would make you complete, darling… with no more hang-ups… it would be wonderful. Think! No inhibitions! No more holding back anything!"
Laura was growing dizzy from the unwanted desires in her body, and suddenly, she began to imagine that it was Billy in bed with her. It was her son's hand that was caressing her buttocks, and his stiff young penis that was pressing so savagely against the lips of her wet hot pussy!
She was appalled at the realization that the touch felt familiar. She must have gone through this fantasy subconsciously, she realized, ever since Billy had come home! It was obscene! Shameful! Yet, she was reacting to Ray's caresses… or Billy's… like a common slut. Her hips began to gyrate, allowing the satisfyingly hardened penis to go into the tender slit of her vagina, tormenting her.
Suddenly, Billy's face and the face of his real father became as a superimposed picture! It was Bill and Billy whose cock she felt! She screamed automatically, "Don't touch me!"
Ray knew that his plan was working, and he said harshly, "Spread your legs wider! Open up your cunt!"
In a daze, Laura obeyed, and she felt his thick hard cock begin to penetrate the moist hungry interior of her cunt. She wanted him… or one of the images that now confused her brain. She wanted that hard cock of Billy's inside her, and yet… she abhorred the idea! Ray rolled her onto her back, her legs spread wide, her cunt hungrily accepting his now-plunging cock!
Ray knew what she must be going through, but he wanted the barriers that kept her from being a total lover broken, once and for all!
Laura wanted to let herself go completely, to shout out, "Fuck me, Billy, honey… fuck me with your little-boy cock!" But she couldn't make herself do it.
"I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before!" Ray gasped savagely, ramming his cock faster into her torrid cunt. As the giant rod pressed relentlessly deeper into her cuntal walls, she cried out "NO!" She couldn't accept Bill's cock. It had to be Ray's!
"YES!" Ray said cruelly, driving his punishing weapon into her to the very hilt, so that their pelvic bones ground painfully together.
He began to push mercilessly deep, wanting to give her the greatest cuntal sensations she'd ever had, wanting her to feel she was being ripped apart, totally possessed by the massive shaft that was hammering away at her yielding vagina.
"Oh, God… you're getting it… all of it…!" Ray gasped in ecstasy as he felt her responding perfectly to his hammering thrusts. "Tell me you'd like another lover… many lovers," he spoke in a gruff, hoarse voice of command.
The words stuck in her throat, and his fingernails raked her soft flesh to force the answer out, making her feel alive and aware, from head to foot.
Her body surrendered to her emotions, and her inner, secret thoughts came to the surface. And as she felt her climax rising inside her, she screamed loudly, "Yes! Yes! I want other lovers… many lovers… many men fucking me like this…"
Ray knew that the last of her resistance was gone, and that from then on, his wife would be totally uninhibited, his to do whatever he wanted with. He was elated, for he had known instinctively that she was holding back in some way.
Desire engulfed him like a wave of white-hot lava, and Laura seemed to share his lewd needs. Her imagination ran wild. First it was Bill, her former husband, fucking her, and then it was her son Billy, and no matter which one she envisioned, her passions had never before been so exquisitely aroused! Their bodies were a perfect blend of raw lust, as she thrust up madly to match his rutting lunges. Ray held her legs wide, then pulled them up over his shoulders, so that her cunt felt more open than she had ever thought it could. She felt his shaft of blood-engorged male flesh striking unplumbed depths of her pussy, pounding her cushiony cervix, exploding upward into her insides!
"Oh God give it all to me… Fuck me… please never stop fucking me…" Laura cried as their bodies melted into an orgasm so strong that it seemed to rock their very souls!
An hour later, Ray was seated at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of cold milk. He had left Laura sleeping soundly, a smile of happiness wreathing her lovely face. She had been fantastic, and Ray was looking forward to all the nights and days they would have together, with nothing to stand between them and perfect sexual union. And soon, he reflected slyly, the entire family would be united in the kind of relationship he had planned all along. They would be complete, in every facet. They would need no one else on earth for total happiness.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was after one o'clock. It was late, but he knew that Lisa would be happy to see him when he sneaked into her room… and one day soon, when the whole family had agreed to his plans, there would be no more sneaking around in the dark house!