Sarah wasn't quite able to believe the strange cries of ecstasy she was overhearing from upstairs, although Arnold had slept through it all.
Imagine, her own daughter playing with herself! And here she had always brought up her beautiful blonde Jan to be such a prude – or so she had thought.
Of course, perhaps it was marriage which had changed her and so turned her on. Or perhaps she had been more sexy than Sarah had known even previously – most parents had precious little perception of what their children were really up to, after all. So it wasn't really too unreasonable to assume that Jan had always been a hellion, and had merely kept up a pretense – the way most daughters did – of purity.
On the other hand, she couldn't quite accept that theory, either. Jan had been altogether too good, and she had not infrequently noticed that her boyfriends left for home after a night's date with their frustrating half hard-ons still intact. 'Passion nuts' it was called in her day. She wondered what it was called nowadays.
Nevertheless, not a few of Jan's courtiers had tried to make her when her voluptuous blonde daughter had put them off. She realized that now, and she was flirtatiously pleased about it then.
But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock could send her into ecstatic raptures.
Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of course. She had read somewhere not long ago that nuns masturbated more frequently per person than any other single profession. Then, too, it was always the most sexually puritan persons that had the biggest families – look at the Quakers, for example – so that was no measure of anything, either. A person could reject swapping and various perversions, yet still be a swinger in the privacy of her own home.
Which her darling daughter apparently was. So that was her competition for Steve, her handsome young son-in-law! Her daughter was a firecracker, red-hot and ready to singe any man who touched her!
Putting her housecoat on, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door silently behind her, with Arnold still snoring after their wild love scene.
She draped the housecoat tightly closed over her breasts, and made her way up the stairs. Jan's wanton moans and groans became low whines, begging, pleading whimpers, then shifted abruptly into high-pitched shrieks, screams, and finally a long protracted sobbing that trailed off into a series of crooning murmurs and caressing love-words for an imaginary lover.
"Oh, darling…" she could make out through the tightly closed bedroom door. "Oh, my sweet, beautiful lover…"
Sarah wondered who her daughter could be imagining. Whoever it was, he would be fiercely complimented if he knew that all of this ecstasy was being traced around the vision her daughter had of his caress and handsome features.
She smiled to herself and opened her housecoat slightly, her fingers moving into the soft, moistly curling triangle between her legs almost reflexively. In the eight months since she had converted to a convinced swinger, she had discovered to her amazement that watching other people having orgasms greatly enhanced her own molten-flavored sensuality. In this case, her beautiful blonde daughter's orgasm was so transparent and exciting, even though she could only listen to it, that she couldn't help herself. Her warmly throbbing vagina moistened considerably just listening to her voluptuous blonde daughter coming down off her flesh-racking orgasm.
And then she heard something else.
A whimper? A crooning whine of the sort one might expect from an animal… a dog!
That was it – Jan had that dog with her in the bedroom. Well, that wasn't so terrible. She herself had been fucked until she almost couldn't walk right in front of rooms full of people – literally – both front and rear. She could remember very well that seventeen year old high school senior in Northfield, Minnesota the previous April, who had reamed her rectal passage out wildly as his own father sucked on her nakedly hanging breasts and the rest of the family – including a voluptuously built grandmother sucking on her own married son's penis – had sat around watching. And certainly there had been nothing wrong in that, in particular as Arnold was being sucked off by the eleven year old granddaughter at the very same time.
Still, it seemed a bit peculiar to bring a dog into the bedroom to watch one fingerfuck oneself. The German shepherd had previously been put out into the back yard after that embarrassing display on the kitchen floor of licking its own embarrassingly growing penis. Certainly Jan could have left it out there. There was not much danger of a dog like that being stolen out of one's yard in Barrington Hills.
So why did she bring it into the bedroom with her? While playing with oneself, the dog could only serve to act as a distraction.
Slightly confused, Sarah pondered this for some time as the echoing sounds of passion inside her daughter's bedroom gradually subsided, and her own fingers played a teasing game within the soft, wet lips of her own mildly excited pussy folds. Then, giving up all hope of figuring it out, she made her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she washed up some dishes and generally tried to bring some order out of the mess they had left at breakfast.
"Steve, darling!" Sarah pressed against her handsome son-in-law as they embraced, her hugely formed breasts being purposefully squashed against his hard, manly chest.
"Hello, Mother," he said cheerfully, reaching out to shake his father-in-law's hand in back of her and reflecting mildly on what intoxicating perfume his mother-in-law was wearing.
Supper was already laid out in the dining room, and Jan was bustling about, her long, sleek coppery blonde hair tied into a neat pony tail. Steve had instinctively put off coming home as late as was humanly possible, until at last he had run out of paperwork. He had never been too keen on his in-laws. – Specifically Sarah Talbott had always seemed altogether too cold and puritanical for his tastes.
And yet now he was reflecting on the warm softness of her cheek, the squash of her breasts across his chest, and the warm and exciting scent of her perfume. He knew that it must be an enormous bra that kept his mother-in-law's breasts so high and shapely, and he couldn't help but wonder how far out they might protrude if they were unleashed.
"Well, and what's this?" he asked, seeing Rex curled up in a corner of the kitchen.
"Oh, that," said Jan, blushing furiously and hoping it wouldn't show, as she glanced into Rex's hot brown eyes. "Marge Levitt got me to promise to look after Rex while they went away, remember, dear?"
Steve and the dog sized each other up. "Oh, sure," he said after a moment's hesitation, "that's right. I forgot all about that this afternoon, the paperwork got so high." He clapped his hands together. "Well, what's for dinner?" Then he put his arm around Sarah and they all walked into the dining room.
Sarah and Arnold undertook to explain to the children in detail their fabulous vacation through the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.
"And how's Ron doing in his new job with the engineering firm?" Jan asked, taking a forkful of roast and occasionally passing a scrap to Rex under the table, where he swallowed it gratefully and gave an enervating spine-tingling little lick at her bare calf.
"Oh, fine," said her mother, and she proceeded to launch into a lengthy explanation of Ron's new house, his car, his family, his job, and so on. – All the time concentrating in actuality on the beautiful face, form and physique of her handsome son-in-law, Steve. She couldn't help but wonder at how big his cock was going to prove to be, and how long it would take for her to get it up inside her.
Not that she had any doubts whatever that she would, in time. Steve was, after all, just a man. And seducing men had become her specialty over the last several months, especially young men. She craved their fine, straight, muscular bodies, the feel of their slim, strong hands on her gasping flesh, and the way their cocks rammed in and out of her steaming hot cunt with such magnificent youthful urgency. Then, too, there was the marvelous way they appreciated her huge breasts, practically falling over themselves to try and swallow her enormous dark brown nipples.
She liked sucking on their virile young cocks, too, and taking them as deeply into her throat as she knew how.
So this was how she studied her attractive dark son-in-law throughout their delicious dinner. She could feel her loins grow hotter and hotter watching him, and she realized now that an earlier dislike towards him may have been in actuality merely a subsurface jealousy over the fact that he would be making love to her daughter, Jan, and not herself.
Arnold's education of her, of course, his bringing her into the swinging/swapping world, had totally opened her eyes to a great many things. Now she realized that all men were merely one among many, and that they all had their fundamental deliciousness – largely as novelties, some thing always different and new in each one.
Indeed, what a bore it would be to be stuck with only one indefinitely. – With the solid exception of Arnold, of course, whom she genuinely loved. She had become so used to and dependent on his love-making over the years that she occasionally wondered what she would ever do if she lost him and had to live without it. But of course that question would probably not arise for a great many years yet.
She smiled softly to herself as she considered the turn of events. In Anchorage two young men had worked their penises into her mouth together and she had suffered the eternal joy of being able to lip-milk both of them at once – with both of them squirting their warm virile sperm into her ravenously working mouth at once! What rapture! She had cum almost immediately afterwards gushing out interminable sprays of orgasm all over everything. There was a night to remember if there had ever been any.
But now what about her son-in-law? How was she going to get started on him and where would the pattern take her? With her gorgeous, raven-haired daughter-in-law in Alaska, it had actually been up to her herself to work the molten-eyed, innocent young beauty into an adequate state where she would take anything that came her way. She had had to maneuver Princess (strange name, that) to where they were showering together, and the shy girl had taken considerable coaxing just for that. ("But you're not afraid of me, are you, dear?" Sarah had asked intimidatingly.) Though of course in the long run she couldn't refuse anything of her lovely mother-in-law, whom she adored. And she realized how foolish she was being.
So they showered together – and then, of course, Sarah had soaped her all over as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her hands squeezing her firm young breasts, the soap 'cleansing' and teasing her pussy so hard that the girl had almost cum just standing in the shower.
Finally they had stumbled from the shower and towards the bed, with Sarah at last dominating and firmly in command. She stroked the girl until she went out of her head, sucked on her sensitive young tits, licked her churning cunt, then mounted her manlike and took her mouth in hers as she ground their wonderfully excited pubic mounds nakedly together.
At which point Arnold had stolen in, stark naked, and taken complete command, the helpless young girl by then out of her mind and helpless with passion. He had spread her legs and as he crawled between them his cock had slid into her effortlessly as Sarah took snapshots with the Polaroid. Over his shoulder as he fucked her, Princess had flailed her head from side to side and hissed up in her helplessness: "I – hate you – both…" But she had continued to go out of her mind for her father-in-law's love-making, and before the end of their stay he was regularly fucking her all day long while their son, Ron, was away at work. Their last day she had fairly begged for Arnold to let her suck him to orgasm in her mouth which he did willingly.
But that was all water under the bridge. Another young girl who would be prepared to do the same for Arnold on all their visits in coming years, hopelessly drugged with overpowering desire whenever he showed up.
For now, as her reward, there was still her young son-in-law, Steve, to be mastered. Her loins were almost screaming with need for him. She had been thinking of him all day long.
The conversation at the dinner table was sometimes droll, sometimes dull, and yet the low sexual undercurrent continued to build. Occasionally she caught Steve studying her sensuously outlined breasts, and this made her proud. With younger men this was the inevitable big attraction. They were all chest crazy without exception. A woman like her had no difficulty at all with them, given the right opportunity.
After dinner they shared light aperitif together, and gabbled on about one thing and another. Gradually it developed that Arnold felt like going out for the evening, especially after that long, boring train ride cross country, while Jan, at the other end of the spectrum, pleaded that she had a headache and would just as soon stay home.
"Anything serious, darling?" Steve asked concerned.
"No," she said lightly, fingers at her forehead, "it's just a very slight headache. But I'd just as soon take it easy." And then she shot a quick glance at Rex, whose eyes were glinting hungrily like tiny fires – and her pussy began to swell up between her thighs with moisture and desire.
Steve gave her a slight peck on the cheek. "All right, darling, you take it easy."
It was finally decided that Arnold, Sarah, and Steve would go out together while Jan stayed home and recovered. Sarah had no doubts at all what Arnold had in mind – they had discussed their procedure many times. Arnold had found out from their swingers magazine a place where all manners of lascivious, licentious things went on. It was there that they would take their innocent young son-in-law, in the hopes that this would loosen up his moral fiber somewhat.
Not that she anticipated any difficulty, of course. Young men eventually always gave in to her – especially after she had opened up her seductive charms on them for awhile. After all, the standards for a man were somewhat looser. And if they had been capable of seducing Princess, her pretty, naive young daughter-in-law, then certainly a handsome, normally healthy young man like Steve Winslow would present no problem. They needed only to be very careful so that he did not become prematurely alarmed.
Sarah smiled softly to herself. The evening was going to be an interesting challenge. Seducing the young innocents was her favorite and most intoxicating game. She shrugged and pressed out her breasts until they filled her blouse expansively. She was ready for the coming seduction, and it was going to be a honey. She could barely wait for the first warm pulsating jets of his sperm to come spurting up through her cuntal passage and filling her belly to the bursting point.
She was convinced that the evening was going to work out all right.