Janice didn't find the twins in the living room or the dining room, and she was getting worried. Where could they be? She was determined to keep looking, especially for Kim's sake. That kid was too big-titted to be allowed to run loose around so many rowdy men.
As Janice moved toward the den to continue her search, she noticed buckets of rain beating against the windows, and occasional flashes lighting up the sky outside.
She stepped into the den and found herself in the midst of more of her neighbors, all in evening dress and with drinks in their hands. A tall raven-haired beauty who lived down the street came up to her and smiled. "Janice, I've been looking all over for you."
"And I've been looking all over for my twins. Have you seen them, Joy?"
"No, but I've seen Larry. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
The woman's blue dress clung like a grape skin. Joy was one of the few women at the party who could match Janice curve for curve.
"Larry? What's he done?"
"He's grown up, that's what he's done. Your Larry isn't a little boy, anymore. He's been hitting on many of the older women here, me included, telling them that he's got a ten-inch surprise for them if they want it. Hell. I would've accepted the offer if my husband weren't here. But you know how jealous Tom can get."
"Where is Larry now?"
"I don't know, maybe someone accepted his offer." Joy winked and nudged Janice, then continued on her way, swinging her hips as she walked.
"Bitch!" Janice said under her breath. "I wish she could accept an offer from my son, I'd hang her up by her toes!"
Did her teenaged son really think he was old enough to fuck grown women? Jan wondered. Or was this simply a case of too much wine?
Ten inches!
Janice never once considered the possibility that her son just might be old enough to make his own decisions. That thought never crossed her mind. No, to her, he was still a boy. Her boy. Why, it seemed like just yesterday that she was giving him baths and helping him dress for school.
Still, there was some doubt. Could it be that I just don't want Larry to go to bed with any woman but me? she wondered.
Nonsense, she decided.
"Janice, are you asleep on your feet? I was just talking to you. Hey, anybody home?"
Janice came to her senses and turned her head to discover a tall mustached young man grinning down at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. What did you say?"
It was Roger from across the street. He had already made five passes at her in the six months she had known him. She hoped this wasn't another.
"I merely asked you if you were aware that your twins are running around loose in their pajamas. I mean, I know it's none of my business, but that Kim is something else, and if some guy catches her alone somewhere-"
"Where are they?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I believe they ran down that hallway a few minutes ago." He pointed to another doorway on the other side of the den. It led into a hall, which ran toward the rear of the house, where the locked study was located.
"Thank you, Rog. I'll find them."
"Would you like some help?" He reached behind her and pinched her on the ass. "You know how eager I am to help you."
"Not now, Rog. Enjoy the party." Then, to keep him interested, she said, "Maybe later. When I have more time."
She gave him a sexy smile then crossed the room through a noisy crowd.
Before she reached the doorway, Janice noticed Uncle Jack sitting on the sofa with two other couples. He wasn't with Sue as Janice had hoped; instead, he had his arm around a little blonde. Janice was mildly shocked to see such a big handsome man snuggling up to a girl obviously young enough to be his daughter. It just didn't seem right, somehow.
Janice wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but was afraid she'd disrupt the party. In any case she wasn't sure if she could now trust him to be alone with her own two daughters, his nieces.
It was some time later when Janice finally found the twins. She happened upon them outside the study door in the rear of the house, where no party guests were to be seen. She had heard soft giggling and whispering; and when she looked around the corner, there they were. She was about to call to them, until she realized what they were up to. The sight shocked her.
The two of them were on their knees, peering through the keyhole of the locked door. Their blonde heads moved back and forth as they took turns peeking. And while they peeked, Teddy's right hand moved at will beneath his sister's nightie, fondling her round ass; while Kim's left hand moved around inside her brother's pajama bottom, groping at his cock.
"All right, you two, that's enough of that." Janice's sudden appearance in the hallway scared the shit out of the twins.
They jumped to their feet, open-mouthed and red-faced. Teddy had an obvious hard-on; his sister had swollen tits. Janice couldn't have been more surprised; she had always thought of the twins as her babies. She was now at a loss for words.
"Naughty! Naughty! Naughty! You-you've disobeyed me. I want the two of you to go up to bed this instant! Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Mommy," they said in unison.
"Then go! In the morning your father and I are going to have a long talk with you both. Count on it!"
Shit, I don't believe it. One moment they're babies, and the next moment they're interested in sex. Well, the first thing I'm going to have to do is place them in separate bedrooms.
She watched them climb the staircase at the end of the hall, then said to herself, "Now, what on earth were those two looking at?"
The blonde hiked up her dress so it wouldn't split then got down on her knees on the soft carpet and peeked through the keyhole. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dim light inside, but when the picture finally came into focus, she was greeted with another shock.
Her son Larry was in the study. The boy must have gotten hold of the key and let himself in. He was not alone. The widow, Jill, who lived across the street was with him. The two of them were naked and lying on the carpet in front of the desk. They were not sleeping.
Janice did nothing rash. She just knelt there, watching and listening to everything that went on inside the study.
"Oh, boy, does your tongue feel good on my pussy. You may be young, but you eat pussy as well as any man I've ever known." Jill spread her thighs wider and arched her back. Her head and shoulders rested comfortably on the soft carpet.
Larry snaked his tongue up and down her cunt-lips. He massaged them roughly, so roughly she squealed and shivered uncontrollably. But she was smiling the whole time, even when the youth's spit began oozing down her inner thighs.
Larry licked her cunt-lips and stretched them apart. He soaked her cunt-hairs with his spit. He jolted her tender nerves without mercy.
And in only a matter of minutes her cunt-lips were puffed up and throbbing wildly.
She moaned, shaking her head and licking her lips. "That's right, boy, don't be bashful. Lick the shit out of me!"
Knowing that they were alone in the study with the door locked from the inside, Jill had no inhibitions whatsoever.
Larry, a tall athletic youth with sandy hair and blue eyes, finally managed to work his tongue into the widow's cunt-crack. He started licking immediately. He licked both sides of her cunt-crack, up and down the gash's full length. His tongue took away her breath and filled her with all sorts of crazy sensations.
"Eeeee! Oh, shit! Lick my pussy, damnit!"
She thrust her pussy upward and dabbed pussy-juice on the youth's nose.
Larry didn't seem to mind. He pushed his tongue up into her fuck-hole with a rush that made her gasp aloud. He kept pushing, not giving her time to catch her breath. He forced apart her cunt-walls and her cuntlips, and turned her crack into a chasm.
Panting heavily, Jill made her pussy as loose as she could so the kid's tongue would not be hindered in any way. She welcomed his hot licker into her cunt-hole, enjoyed the blissful heat and spit that accompanied it. As his tongue slid deeper and deeper, she rolled her eyes and licked her lips, wondering if there was an end to his tongue.
When his tongue's forward movements finally did end, Jill was jolted again by his hot lips, which pressed into her sensitive cunt-meat. She shivered hard and clamped her pussy tight around Larry's tongue, a position she maintained for several seconds until the kid's muffled shouts and wild bucking brought her to her senses and made her relax her grip.
With her pussy-hole open again, the youth began working his tongue around and around her slippery cunt. He forced her cunt-walls every which way. He brought the blood in her cunt to a quick boil, so that her fuck-meat swelled up some more and turned apple red.
"Aaagh!" she cried out, shivering.
Larry reamed her pussy-hole thoroughly, lapping up pussy-juices along with his own spit. He unfolded the many folds of fuck-meat. Around and around moved his tongue; from side to side swung her head.
Suddenly her head shot back. Her eyes bugged out. Her body tensed.
Larry had plunged his tongue into her cunt up to the hilt.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, her lips quivering. "Shit, it feels just like a cock!"
The youth began shaking his tongue up and down her cunt-hole, fucking her deep. He jolted her tender cunt-walls mercilessly from every angle.
He scraped her clit until it stood at attention and threatened to pop.
He stirred her cunt-juices into a soupy froth. He had Jill panting loudly and cursing under her breath.
"This is crazy!" the widow cried.
She could hear squashing noises emanating from her plugged-up cunt, could feel spit oozing down her inner thighs. Wild blissful joy began sweeping through her body, and she began pumping her cunt against the trespassing tongue.
She pumped hard and fast, until the friction became unbearable. Then she pumped even harder. And all the time, Larry was tongue-fucking her with sloppy strokes. She soon found out that this was more than she could handle.
"Oh, yesss! I'm coming!" Spasms overtook her, and she shook and trembled beneath him. Spit dribbled from her quivering lips. Strange sounds escaped her throat. Her cunt twitched and jerked and finally erupted with a load of cunt-juice.
Larry lapped up her dripping fuck-juices with no concern for manners.
He filled the air with lewd lapping noises. He slopped cunt-juice all over her hairy groin and her inner thighs. He also got his nose drenched with fuck-juice. And through it all, Jill shivered and whimpered and gasped aloud.
The widow licked her lips while the kid licked her cunt clean. She moved her ass in circles as he licked her so that she could feel his tongue all over her cunt. She knew that he would do a thorough job. But she was impatient and extremely horny, so she kept her ass moving.
When she finally pushed his face away from her pussy, it was only so she could turn around and suck his prick. She wasted little time in bending over the youth and wrapping her lips around his thick red bulb.
The heat blasted her throat, and the meaty aroma filled her nostrils as she got a firm grip. She held onto the bulb for several seconds while it throbbed gently against her cheeks. Then, she spat out the prickhead and began licking it. Larry lay still on his back, moaning softly while stroking the woman's flowing red hair.
She snaked her tongue up and down his cock-head, coating the cock with her spit and making it very slippery. The sloping bulb was soon shining.
After wetting down the boy's prick-head, Jill began licking his flaring rim. She stroked the many nerves located there and tantalized them.
Larry groaned and gasped.
Jill licked the boy's rim until his bulb began to throb. With his fat cock-head pulsating wildly, she worked her tongue up to his piss-hole and began tunneling. She dug her tongue tip as deep as she could, forcing apart the narrow opening, and plucking out a drop of jizz.
After gulping the jizz down and smacking her lips clean, she stuck out her tongue and searched for more. In her search, she nearly split his piss-hole apart and almost drove him crazy by jolting his raw nerves.
He cried out again and again, all the while slapping his ass and heels against the carpet.
Jill rubbed his balls to calm him down but never took her tongue from his cock. She stroked his piss-slit hungrily and continued to oil her throat with his jizz. The slippery cum really turned her on; she didn't mind the taste at all.
In fact, she loved the taste.
Sighing contentedly, Jill opened her mouth wide and deep-throated Larry's cock. She grunted when the fucker stretched her cheeks wide and made them ache. She gagged when the fat bulb snuggled up against the back of her throat and nearly choked her to death. She moaned when the cock's intense heat filled her mouth and then her brain and made her senses swirl.
"Wow! Fantastic!" Larry cried. "You're really teaching me a lot, Jill.
Please don't stop."
She held his cock deep for a while, then began sucking it in and out of her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth as she made his prick disappear, reappear, and disappear again. Each time she spat out his cock, it was wetter than before.
As her cheeks bulged, her lips massaged his prick-shaft from his heavy balls to his fat bulb. She tantalized the youth's tenderest nerves and made him howl. She listened to his hysterical cries and to her own lewd sucking, and she was pleased with herself.
As she bobbed her head up and down, she shivered under the onslaught of the boy's cock-hairs. The wiry hairs brushed her cheeks and lips, clogged her nostrils, tickled her chin. But not once, not once, did she let go of his cock.
In fact, she sucked harder all the time. She drew the prick in and out of her mouth with blinding speed. Spit flew everywhere. She made the kid's cock grow fatter and hotter, while she herself grew hornier.
Soon the boy's balls started beating against her lips. Her lips grew redder, puffier, almost numb. But she found pleasure in that too, and began deliberately sucking his cock into her mouth, balls-deep.
The sound of the kid's balls slapping against her face filled the study. The lewd noises sent a chill up her spine.
She kept sucking the prick in and out, in and out, until the fucker finally swelled up and began to throb dangerously. Now she knew it was time to fuck. There was no sense in putting it off any longer.
Jill turned around on her hands and knees and began swinging her ass in Larry's face. She also began rubbing her pussy with one hand as she looked back over her shoulder at the youth. She could almost feel his greasy prick slipping in and out of her wet cunt already, even though he hadn't yet mounted her.
"Are you sure it's all right, Mrs. Farmer?" Larry asked as he sheepishly crawled up behind her. "You've been our neighbor for so long you're almost like family."
"Families fuck each other all the time, Larry, so don't let that bother you. Hell, I didn't ask you to show me the study just so I could read a book. I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you were in high school.
So don't disappoint me. Stick your big cock in me."
"Okay, Mrs. Farmer, if you say so." Larry grabbed her slim waist with both hands and snuggled up close to her ass, his stiff prick probing between her thighs. He speared her cunt-crack right away and made her squeal joyfully. Then he began humping.
Jill arched her back and clenched her teeth as the youth's prick sliced through her cunt-crack and up into her fuck-hole. Her cunt-lips stretched, as did her cunt-walls, and a violent shiver raced through her body.
Larry kept humping, driving his prick deeper and deeper into her fuckhole. She shook her head wildly and sent her long red hair dancing about her shoulders. She groaned through quivering lips. She stared mindlessly through half-closed eyes at the ceiling.
Larry tightened his grip some more and pulled her ass a little closer.
Then he lunged into her with enough force to take away her breath and send ripples through her ass-cheeks. Her eyes bugged out as his balls slammed into her cunt-lips.
She couldn't believe how tightly plugged she was. She could almost feel his cock-head in her belly. She shivered hard, not knowing what to expect next.
The horny youth continued to hump, his lunges driving his stiff prick in and out of her cunt-hole. His nuts beat steadily against the backs of her thighs, while his bulb stabbed her cunt-walls from every direction. She could do nothing but maintain a firm grip on the carpet and enjoy the blissful sensations that were rolling through her loins.
His cock-hair scratched her ass and made her shiver. His nails dug into her thighs and made her cringe and moan.
Larry fucked her pussy thoroughly, nearly pulling it inside out with his hard lunges. He made her fuck-juices drip more and more, and soon churned the cum into a soupy froth that sprayed everywhere. In a short time Jill's ass and thighs were sopping wet, to say nothing of Larry's cock.
"Ungh!" the widow moaned. "Oh, yes. That's the way. Make a poor widow lady happy."
He tried to do just that, or so it seemed to Jill. He started humping harder and faster, so that the study rang with the lewd noises of flesh slapping flesh. She trembled from head to toe, loving the hard cockthrusts that jolted her raw pussy, and relishing the dirty noises that filled her with all sorts of naughty thoughts. She licked her lips dreamily and began pushing her round ass back into the humping youth.
Then spit began dripping from Larry's panting mouth. The hot goo fell down onto the small of her back and sent shivers up her spine. She loved it.
Larry leaned over her as he fucked her. His hard narrow ass moved back and forth behind her. His smooth chest heaved with his wild humping. He strained his muscles to get deeper and deeper inside her pussy, and she made no attempt to resist.
His cock slammed into first one side of her cunt and then the other. He stretched her cunt-walls at will and kept them well greased. She grunted and gasped as she experienced one thrill after another.
His cock-root scraped against her clit again and again. The little clit bucked and throbbed and swelled up in response.
"Ohhh! I love it. I love it! Fuck my pussy hard!"
She started fucking back into the kid even more. She easily matched his hard thrusts, and the flesh-slapping noises increased in volume.
Quivers raced up and down her ass and thighs. Her round tits swung heavily beneath her. Her breathing became labored, desperate even, as if she couldn't suck in enough air to keep herself alive.
Now fuck crazy, Jill impaled herself again and again on the kid's big prick. She nearly split her pussy in half in her eagerness to capture as much of his cock as she could. She continued to fuck like a tigress in heat right up until the time her orgasm overtook her.
"Ungh!" she cried, suddenly throwing back her head. "Oh, yes, what a bitch! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
No longer in control of herself, Jill slammed her pussy back into Larry with enough force to stagger him. Then she started pumping her cuntmuscles. She kept pumping them as orgasmic spasms rolled through her body.
"Aagh!" she cried as she drenched the youth's nuts with her cuntjuices. "You did it! You made me come!"
Jill clenched his cock with her cunt and wriggled excitedly at the same time rolling her eyes with joy. She was still enjoying her orgasm when the kid suddenly bucked forward and blew his wad deep into her cunthole. The sudden eruption of hot jizz against her raw pussy-meat nearly blew her mind. She couldn't help but scream.
Larry shot his full load into her, and by the time he was spent, Jill was out of breath and her cunt was overflowing. She milked the last of his cum from his nuts, then wriggled her pussy until his prick popped out of her. A great wave of emptiness then swept through her, and she was tempted to capture his cock once again. But the time was late and she was tired. She knew it had to end.
"That was really good, Jill," Larry said as he looked about for his clothes. "I'm glad you let me fuck you. I was so horny."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed my pussy," Jill said as she pulled up her panties. "But are you sure that it was me you were fucking?"
She looked at Larry and gave him a warm smile.
"Well, of course it was you. What are you talking about?"
"How many women did you hit on before you got lucky with me?" She kept her eyes fixed on his, even while she snapped on her bra.
"N-none. You were the first." He stood there with his trousers halfway up his legs, a puzzled look on his face.
"C'mon, kid, I wasn't born yesterday," she said, still smiling. "Now tell me, how many?" She reached for her yellow gown and pulled it on over her head.
"F-four." He finally got his trousers up where they belonged, but his shaky fingers made buckling them difficult.
"Four, huh? And how many of those four were like me, in their midthirties?" She zipped up her gown as she stepped into her heels.
"I don't know. All of them, I suppose. Why do you ask?"
"How old is your mother?"
"Thirty-six, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Don't you see?"
"See what?"
"You don't really want to fuck older women. You simply want to fuck your mother." Jill ran a comb through her hair. "A moment ago, when you were balling me. In your mind you weren't really fucking me, you were fucking your mother. Believe me, I could tell."
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm positive."
"You may be right. Mom and I have been pretty close all these years.
And whenever I hear Dad and her fucking, I get real jealous."
"That's understandable."
"Yes, I do want to fuck my mother. But what do I do about it?" He shrugged his shoulders at Jill, his face in a frown.
"You go ahead and fuck her, that's what you do. Hell, you've certainly got the cock for it. If you don't fuck her, you'll go crazy." Jill powdered her face and made sure she was neat all over.
"I feel crazy right now. Mom will never let me fuck her."
"If I know Janice, she'll let you. Shit, she's always telling everyone how wonderful you are. I've got to be getting back to the party now. My date will be wondering where I am. But you do as I say. Go ahead and fuck your mother and get it over with. You'll feel a lot better, afterwards."
"All right, I will. But later, when my cock has recovered."
Janice hurried from the door so she wouldn't be caught peeking. She rejoined the party in the den, only seconds before Jill entered.
She had known Jill a long time, but the redhead certainly surprised her tonight. Janice didn't know whether to hate Jill for fucking Larry or love the woman for suggesting to Larry that he fuck his mother. After some soul-searching, she decided to love Jill. She herself would never have had the courage to ask her own son to fuck her.