It seemed colder, and Linda pulled her coat more tightly around her as twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever find her way up in the darkness, and she knew she should turn back, returning to the cabin alone.
She didn't want to go all the way to the Boyds' camp anyway, because she didn't want Rick to think of her as an interfering mother. But she waited, for a few minutes, somehow believing that Rick would soon be coming down the hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining down a trail, she was sure it was Rick on his way back to the cabin. Then it stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was happening because of the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? Oh God… what if he had fallen?
There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that spot of light and make sure that her son was all right. She moved slowly, cautiously, afraid that she might step into a chuck hole or trip over a fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of illumination, and she nearly walked into a tree. She stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light.
She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought about calling out her son's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Rick at all, and she was nowhere near the Boyds' camp? It was possible she was approaching a total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen.
She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Rick there, it had been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight lying on the ground about ten feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. My God, please don't let it be Rick who's fallen and hurt himself.
Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took in more and more: a dark green blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked flesh… and then she wanted to scream! Her head began spinning crazily as images – prurient, intense images – swam through her brain to make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her son and Karen… nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse. The young mother couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.
Her son and Karen Boyd together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Linda blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Karen's long legs were back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the driving lunges of Rick's long, hard penis. Linda wanted to run, to flee from this terrible heartbreaking sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of the scene on the blanket.
Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking. The reddish silkiness of Karen's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen – erect and throbbing – responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly. Linda could hear, as loudly as the drums of doom, her son's sperm-laden balls slapping noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of the girl's gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard fleshy column – slick with her lubricating fluid – would force the tightly clasping flesh of her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it.
Karen was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting. Linda tried to divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her stare at her son's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned into Karen's tight little cunt. The nakedly thrusting cheeks of his ass tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking; and his mother watched closely, examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed by the enormous size of his long virile penis.
His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet she was obviously wanting even more.
Linda tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had begun trembling as the bud of her clitoris became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of her son and Karen fucking.
"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Rick… Ohhh, now now now!" Karen groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young cock, and the words floated over to Linda like teasing, arousing and taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the lewd action. The trembling young mother stared at Karen's tightly puckered anus as Rick's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming into the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And Karen begged for more. "Ooooh, yessss… that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, oooh, oohhh!"
Linda was aghast as she saw her young son's extended finger sliding into Karen's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy. Linda thought she, too, could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly puckering anus, and the shock made her legs move. Somehow she was able to back away from the tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her son and Karen fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she was seeing herself at the same age as Karen, that time so many years ago in the park with the sailor. And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so good, so…
Linda started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.
Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Valerie Boyd with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Karen's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.
Linda froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the brilliant firelight, so close that Linda thought she could reach out and touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that stunned Linda, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.
There was a man, stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a table, surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the voluptuous Valerie Boyd, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Linda, and both of her hands were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's bushy groin. Linda would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Valerie lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Boyd woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.
"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Linda found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Valerie's hand stroked up and down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis into her mouth.
Linda told herself it was wrong to be spying on Valerie like this, but at the same time she had a mother's interest in knowing the family of her son's girlfriend. And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Rick and Karen again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching her son fucking his girl. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene – a scene that would justify her arousal.
Valerie was mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large white breasts were sensually swaying just above his jerking penis. She moved lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her softly firm breasts in place of her hands.
The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust-hardened staff with her tits. In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that Karen's naked mother was performing over the man's idol-like phallus. The man had a fixed smile on his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up so far that it scraped her chin. Valerie backed away for a moment, laughing teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing head.
For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Linda's eyes, and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to herself, the vile and crude sexual play of Karen's mother. She knew she should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life… and she wanted to see all of it… because it was exciting her beyond measure.
The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of Valerie's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood-filled length of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she was whipping the hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over with her warmly glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten animal, she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick tip of his moistened penis was slowly slipping between her ovalled red lips, entering the warm cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice-cream cone. Gradually, Karen's mother began taking a little more of its thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and – at the same time – had her hand wrapped around its thick base, pumping furiously up and down. Then Valerie suddenly did something Linda wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.
Moaning loudly, Valerie slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire long length of the man's wetly glistening cock into her throat. Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic motion, her head began rapidly sawing up and down on the man's cock, her tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous force. With her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that grew more intense with each passing second.
Linda's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating vagina. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, being careful to keep Valerie and the man in clear view. Then, just as she sat on the pine needle covered earth, another man came into sight from around behind the tent. Linda almost jumped up again, but she stayed put when she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the party. He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his hairy groin was a half-hard penis that to Linda looked even bigger than the one in Valerie's mouth.
"Don, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and you two start fucking without me!" He looked unhappy as he came around the table to stand behind Valerie and the man he had called Don. Linda was amazed as the man on the table only laughed, while Valerie, her mouth full of Don's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back at the newcomer.
"You can pump it in the other way, Ray," Don said between grunting laughs, and Linda felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized what the man on the table meant by his statement.
The standing man, Ray, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of the table where several bottles of liquor were placed. Linda was horrified to see Valerie spreading her legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. She was still kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on Don's long hard cock.
Ray picked up a bottle of clear liquor, Linda couldn't tell whether it was gin or vodka, and he returned with it to stand once again behind Valerie's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over Valerie's sloping back. Linda held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep shadowy crevice dividing her buttocks' cheeks. But Valerie moaned pleasurably around the thick cock in her mouth, and Ray, laughing cruelly, poured even more of the liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins.
Linda trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how Karen's young mother could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what Ray intended to do. Turning his back to Valerie, he knelt down on the ground and leaned over backwards until his head was up between her wide-spread thighs, and with mouth open, he licked the silver drops of liquor that was clinging to her reddish pubic hair.
My God, he's going to kiss her… There! Linda thought as she stared at the trio of naked people. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, but she knew that it was happening and making her own body burn with extraordinary intensity.
Ray didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Valerie spread her knees out wider until his voracious mouth was pressed into the soft flesh of her booze-moistened cunt. With the first touch of his hot lips against her tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the sawing cock in her mouth. Immediately, Ray's moistly quivering tongue flicked out into the perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her quivering white thighs pulling her closer still. His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her supplely globular buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain better access for his lengthy tongue.
Linda felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of Valerie's little brown anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the dark pink ridge of rubbery flesh expanding and contracting in the light from the fire. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening tongue moving in the pink furrow of the quivering vagina. Suddenly it disappeared into the moistly clasping opening, driving deep into Valerie's hot little cunt. Linda was so caught up in the bizarre scene that she thought she, too, could feel the heated tongue slicing up between her inner thighs licking its hot way deep into her cunt. Abruptly, their perverted lust began to take hold of her body also… and she realized she was thankful for being hidden from their view, as an uncontrollable desire to touch her own body dominated her thoughts.
The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame of lusting need, and she opened the front of her coat, taking the hem of her dress to raise it up until it was gathered like an accordion above her large, pointed breasts. With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over the jutting mounds of flesh to cup them and pinch the tinglingly erect nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off the lewd sexual scene on the table in the clearing.
Valerie's head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her hand moving almost too fast to see along the glistening, hard cock in ever swifter strokes as she sensually swung her fully-fleshed buttocks in circles over the wetly probing tongue. Ray was driving his tongue up into the moist channel of her hotly clasping pussy like a cat lapping milk, and his fingers began probing into the tight ring of flesh around the entrance to her rectum. Karen's shamelessly aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back against his fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, Ray suddenly plunged his long, outstretched middle finger into the depths of her rubbery asshole.
Linda, eyes glazed over with lust, watched as his finger drove up to the second knuckle and began immediately to fuck in and out, sawing a counter rhythm to his flicking tongue. The sight sent chills of pained excitement streaking through her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her loins and she released one hand hold of her breast to push the band of her white little nylon panties down over her ripely flaring hips. Once the flimsy material was gathered at her knees, she kicked her legs out, anxious to have the panties all the way off. She wanted complete freedom of movement with her legs, and she spread them wide apart, leaving her love-starved pussy completely accessible.
She hesitated a moment, a familiar tinge of guilt crossing her consciousness for an instant, but she was already beyond the point of self-control. Eagerly, trembling with a fiery need, she ran her hand up between her firm inner thighs until her fingers were pressing into the soft folds of her moistly heated vagina. The silken pubic hairs were wet with her lubricating fluid, and the swelling mound of cuntal flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her hand. Her fingers brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the contact brought. It was overpowering, and the guilt that flickered through her conscience was overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her need.
The sexual scene on the camp table was coming to a head, their combined motions and groans of pleasure seeming to permeate the night air, and Linda, though apart from them, was also feeling the power of their sexual energy. It surely had to reach climax soon, or so Linda thought, and she too wanted to feel the exquisite heights of orgasm. But then, the scene before her was suddenly changing, as Ray, the man oral fucking Valerie's pulsating vagina, stopped his tonguing action and stood up.
Linda remained still for a moment, fearing possible discovery, and she wondered what bizarre act Ray was going to perform next on Valerie. He was stroking his hugely erect cock, each motion making the glowing purple head swell out even bigger, and Linda shuddered, realizing he was pointing it directly at Valerie's wiggling backside. Was he going to fuck her from behind, dog-style? Linda didn't know what to expect, but she saw that Valerie had slowed up her sucking and bobbing over the other man's cock. It was as if she was waiting for Ray to get himself ready, and to Linda it seemed to take forever… while, in fact, he was behind her only a few seconds.
Ray casually dug his fingers into the crevice dividing Valerie's softly rounded ass-cheeks, and he spread them wide apart to expose her anus once again. Linda had seen him sawing his fingers in and out of Valerie's tightly puckered little rectum, and that had been arousing in itself, but suddenly Ray's new intentions were very, very clear. His great thick penis was headed directly for the tiny crinkled ring of her anus! That little orifice was stretched wide open, quivering in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full globular buttocks. Without having stopped for a moment in her oral fucking of Don's mighty cock, Valerie raised her hips up higher as if to meet Ray halfway.
Linda was horrified, frozen with excited fear as she watched him move his long, wildly throbbing penis up between Valerie's wide-spread buttocks. She didn't believe it was possible! Valerie certainly couldn't take such a huge pole into her rectum that way without being torn in half! But, even as Rick's mother stared in disbelief, the naked Mrs. Boyd raised her head up from the thick, wetly glistening cock in her mouth, gasping out in staccato rhythm the words that Linda was afraid to hear.
"Hurry… Fuck… My… Asshole! Let's all… cum… together…"
Linda's mind was spinning with unbelieving horror as the words seemed to echo through the still night air. Nobody could perform such an inhuman, animalistic act, yet Valerie was actually begging for it! Suddenly, Ray was shuffling forward, the blunt head of his penis madly pulsating as he placed it against the little aperture of her tight anus, and she seemed to be wiggling back against it as though hungry to have it ripping into her lust-crazed body. Ray let the swollen, blood-filled head rest there for a moment, a deep purple and angrily throbbing knob between the gleaming white cheeks of her ass. He was breathing hard now, his whole body nakedly trembling with vile excitement, but he held back either to torment Valerie as she subjugated herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated flesh expanding against the throbbing end of his long, hard cock. Don, on the table, was just staring up at them, a lewd grin of aroused passion on his face, and Linda thought he too was anxious to see the perverted sodomizing of Karen's mother's anus.
"Shove… Cock… In… My… Asshole!" Valerie Boyd chanted around the lust-swollen penis in her mouth. She was squirming in her bent over position, trying desperately to wiggle her fleshy buttocks back onto the long cock poised against her hotly clenching little anus. Ray was holding her hips firmly with both hands, and he responded to her request with cruel and sudden violence. Valerie would have been sent sprawling across the table if Ray hadn't held on to her, and Linda involuntarily cried out loud as she watched the thick blunted head of his wildly-throbbing penis plow with terrifying force into the narrow channel of Valerie's rectum.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Valerie grunted around the thick rod of quivering flesh in her mouth, and she began bobbing rapidly up and down over Don's cock as if giving positive approval to this brutal assault on her anus. Her muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Linda's vocal groan, and they both grunted again as Ray hammered more of his thickly throbbing shaft into the raw, screaming funnel of hot anal flesh kneeling before him.
With terrified amazement, Linda watched as the huge, blood-filled cock slowly skewered into the tightly clasping passage, stretching it impossibly wide as inch by inch it disappeared inside the elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh. He drove it into Valerie's rectum its full length, deeper and deeper until his groin was pressing hard against the wantonly spread cheeks of her buttocks, and then he withdrew, faster, and began sawing in and out of her heated rectal depths, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose each time he humped against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks. His semen-laden balls swung forward with such force they made a loud noise slapping against her moistly quivering vagina, and the sound reminded Linda of her own passion-soaked cunt. Ray fucked into the anus like a madman in a fit of insanity, and Valerie's head bounced up and down, her expression one of such lusting ecstasy that Linda was filled with reluctant awe. Stretched out on the table top, Don was still leering with a fixed, cruel smile, but he began to drive his wetly glistening cock up into the hungry depths of Valerie's madly sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Linda tried to close her eyes, to block out the wildly depraved triple coupling, as she was shocked by the unwanted reaction that came from her own burning belly.
She began to shake violently as she listened to Don's obscene shouts for Valerie to "suck harder, you beautiful bitch. Suck harder!" His lust-glazed eyes stared at the unnatural coupling of Ray's penis in Valerie's rectum, and he shouted his encouragements as if he could no longer hold back his orgasm.
"Harder… Faster… Fuck her harder… Oh, God, suck it baby! Suck it!"
It was crazy, a momentary weakness, but Linda knew she desperately wanted to feel a man's penis inside her – not "wanted", but needed, and had to have. The fire in her wickedly pulsating vagina was raging out of control, and the lewd groans and cries of pleasure coming from the table in the clearing were torturing her, as Valerie kept grunting her lust and the men answered with obscene shouts and powerful inward thrusts into her nakedly voluptuous body. Linda became lost in her own passionate daze as she listened to the obscene sounds of the three people, and she lay back on the ground, her coat beneath her, ready to surrender to the heated desire consuming her love-starved body. The hand she'd placed between her thighs had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused anguished passion took final control of her mind. She lifted her long shapely legs up, and bent and unbent them, the knees rising and falling as her hips slowly writhed. Her cool fingertips stroked the softly moist inner lips of her quivering vagina, spreading the hot flesh gently apart and caressing the smooth slipperiness of her passion center.
Her frantic hand at her breast kneaded the straining mounds eagerly, strumming the nipples to erect little peaks. Simply touching them sent thrills of wildly sensuous pleasure coursing through her lust-inflamed body. And slowly, imperceptibly, she sank into pure erotic feeling, only dimly aware of the heated moans and cries from a few feet distant. Her mind's eye was filled with the obscene imagery of those three lusting bodies nearby, and all the sensual visions tumbled about her head and whipped her passion to a steadily increasing tempo. Don's giant cock fucking into Valerie's gluttonous mouth; she sucking greedily while Ray poured liquor over her ripely gleaming loins and then tongue-fucked her cunt and drove his finger into her tiny anus, preparing her for the greater entry. In her mind, she saw it all again like an exciting movie seen twice: Ray, standing behind Valerie's wiggling buttocks… and then, finally, his wildly throbbing cock skewering deep into her puckered little asshole, not stopping until it was buried far up in the depths of her heated rectum. It was in Linda's mind, all of it, indelibly there… tormenting her… making her want to rip away her offending clothing and run nakedly out into the clearing and shout, "Fuck me too!"
Her loins were on fire like never before in her life as the pulsating rhythm beating up between her thighs became a drumbeat of exquisite wet sensitivity. All of her consciousness was focused on satisfying her one overwhelming need, and with a groan she plunged her outstretched middle finger deep inside the viscous, moistened mouth of her hungrily pulsating pussy… Linda had no other choice, for the passion of the three people had reached out and was holding her as if a magnetic force, making her do to herself what she desperately wanted to have done to her by someone else. The momentary tight resistance of her fluttering vaginal passage slowly gave way to the warming motions of her fingers, and the warmly wet walls contracted hungrily around her long extended digit as it slipped smoothly into her tight pink cunt. She drew her knees up and scissored her long legs wide open as her hips arched up sharply, moving rhythmically up and down to the motion of her long gliding finger driving in and out of her moistly clasping cunt.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhh! Oooooooohhh!" A gasping and muffled shrill cry echoed into the still night air from the direction of the clearing, but the sounds were barely heard by Linda. She was totally wrapped up in finger fucking her own hungry cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining momentum. The tight clasping walls of her vaginal passage seemed to suck and pull at the digit with greater and stronger urgency until her whole lust-crazed body was writhing in a wild display of explosive sexual gratification. After all of the erotic stimulations she had been subjected to during the long night, it didn't take her much time to reach the final height of excruciating passion.
Every muscle in her body was seized by a quivering tautness as she hung for a moment of time on the edge of release. She was near – so very near the mysteriously building peak that she sought – but one finger in her hotly pulsating little cunt simply wasn't enough. She inserted another to join the first, sawing and grinding, pumping her ripely fleshed hips up and down as she strained for the elusive orgasm. Suddenly, she was seeing Ray's wildly throbbing cock once again in Valerie's asshole, the thick fleshy cudgel stretching wide the narrow passage as it drove with terrifying speed into the very depths of her rectum. That was what she needed, Linda thought, and she removed her hand from the soft firmness of her breast, moving her long fingers rapidly down to the warm crevice that divided her smoothly rounded buttocks.
Groping into the hairless valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery mouth of her anus and, carefully placing her forefinger against the puckered little hole, she wormed the tip inside. As it pushed through the tight resistance, she tensed from the abrupt and unexpected flash of heated pain, but she ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve an orgasm. She shoved her digit up to the first knuckle, the hot sphincter muscles of her anal passage grabbing her finger like a hungry octopus. Gasping aloud, she plunged her finger again down into the tight passage until she could shove it no further.
Her two hands moved in unison as they each worked frantically in their respective holes, one driving wetly down into the heatedly clasping depths of her cunt, while the other countered with a lunge into her tight little rectum. She thrust them both in and out with an urgency born of frantic need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her ripely undulating buttocks into the air again and again. Oh, God, she thought, and she bucked once, twice, slicing her fingers up into her belly as the sensation of waters bursting over a dam flooded her passion-drenched body… and then she was cumming!
"Uuuuugghhhh." She was held by a prolonged spasm of rippling joy that jolted and surged through her. She wanted to scream out her sudden delight as her madly quivering cunt contracted again and again around her deeply embedded fingers, and the hot wetness oozed slowly out of her squeezing vagina. Her long tapered legs trembled, thighs shaking as she fought to contain and prolong the beautiful climax, and she jerked up against her deeply buried fingers as pearl-like droplets of her solitary – lonely – cum ran hotly down the crevice of her buttocks.
Linda had reached an orgasm, though it had not been what she expected. The tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the pine needles, her young body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her fingers buried inside her body as the last traces of her climax ran thickly onto her coat beneath her buttocks. Then, slowly, savoring each millimeter of her long fingers, she pulled them from her cunt and anus with regret.
Oh, God, Linda thought, what have I done? Remembering where she was and aware of the fact that she might have groaned out loud, she sat bolt upright, her eyes searching for Valerie and the two men. She felt momentary relief as she saw they were not at the table, but then, in the darkness beyond, she saw the faint whiteness of naked people on the far side of the tent.
Jumping up quickly, she steadied herself against a tree as she waited for strength to return to her legs; after a second she started to walk away from the campsite, almost forgetting the panties she'd left on the ground. She picked them up, stuffing them in her coat pocket to not waste any time getting away from the place, and she moved fast despite the darkness, as she could imagine nothing more humiliating now than being discovered.
She didn't have time to give any thought to what she had just done, as she had to be careful while moving toward the trail down the slope, knowing there was also the danger of running into Rick and Karen. If they were approaching, she counted on seeing their flashlight first and then quickly hiding off the trail, but she made it down the angular trail without ever seeing even a sign of them.
Linda fell twice, avoiding injury both times but ending up with smudges of dirt on her face and coat. Soon she was walking across the bridge; only then, able to think clearly for the first time, she realized that her disheveled appearance could serve as an excuse for her absence from the cabin should Rick be there when she returned. She decided to tell him she had gone for a walk, in the opposite direction of the Boyds' campsite, and that she had become lost, thereby taking so long to return. It sounded feasible and something like that was necessary if she was not to fall completely apart, admitting to Rick that she had seen him and Karen.
When she was within sight of the cabin, Linda paused to pull her coat tightly around her, then she messed up her hair a bit more. The cabin looked very much the same as when she had left it – that seemed so long in the past – and taking a deep breath, she went inside.
"Rick?" There was no answer. The fire she had lit earlier was almost out, and she walked straight into the kitchen, expecting to find some sign of her son having been there. Nothing was disturbed, and the young mother again started to worry about her son. She was horrified by the thought of Rick and Karen returning to the campsite and perhaps even joining Valerie Boyd and those two men in some debasing and vile sexual act.
Unsure of what she could do, Linda returned to the living room half panic-struck with fear, but her fright subsided when she saw the white paper left on the day-bed. She quickly picked up the letter, her eyes scanning over the neat, orderly printing to the signature at the bottom. It was a note from Rick.
Mom… Stupid me… I went off without the flashlight, so Karen walked back with me… Surprised not to find you here, but can hardly blame you for not waiting dinner. We decided to go over to the redwood lodge to see what's happening, so don't wait up. I took the flashlight from the car, so Karen won't have to walk back to her camp alone…
Sorry again for being so late,
Love Rick.
Linda was relieved to know that Rick was not going back to the Boyds' camp immediately and, in spite of everything else that had happened, she couldn't be angry with him. She actually felt proud that he hadn't made up some falsehood as an excuse for being late, but instead just chose to give no reason at all. Naturally he couldn't just say he was busy fucking Karen!
Linda sat down on the day-bed, suddenly feeling weary and afraid. Her whole world had become disrupted in the space of a couple of hours, and she knew that things could never be the same again. Her son was far more adult than she would ever have guessed, and he was probably more experienced sexually than she. Linda thought she should be jealous of Karen, but she also felt that she herself was responsible for Rick's sexual encounter in that she had never really given him guidance. Neither did she know which was worse: her staying to watch her son and Karen, or remaining at the Boyds' campsite until she had lost control herself. It was all too confusing, too recent; and she was too exhausted to think about it then.
Taking the note from Rick with her, Linda walked to the bedroom, trying to put the evening's events out of her mind. She would have to look at her son differently from now on, but that went for Karen and her wanton mother too. She had asked Rick to tell Valerie that she would visit her in the morning, and considering all that she had seen, Linda wondered if she could ever face the Boyd woman again without fainting from embarrassment.
Taking her panties out of her coat pocket and tossing them on the bed, she removed her coat and dress and hung both up in the closet. She made a mental note to remember to wash out the little white stain on the coat lining, then closed the closet door, not wanting to think about it anymore that evening. Taking off her brassiere and throwing it haphazardly on the bed with her panties, she then walked into the bathroom and washed her face and combed her hair without looking at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't face herself, not then at least. Slipping into her nightgown, she turned off the lamp and got into the bed. Sleep came quickly, but her dreams were filled with erotically disturbing images of herself. And to her horror, she found herself doing what Valerie had done that night, and liking it. Only the man fucking her – the man whose cock she was eagerly sucking – was her own son!
Rick!