By standing on the wooden railing that circled the wooden porch, Rhoda Myles could see through the high windows on either side of the fireplace, right into the Hagerman residence. And she had been standing there since Orville Hagerman had tossed his young daughter over his knees and stripped her naked.
The only thing that could have made her hotter than watching the middle-aged mechanic get his girl to go down on him was watching him fuck the cute little blonde. The idea of incest wasn't new to her-she had suspected the widowed garageman might have been diddling the well-formed youngster for several months.
And, hadn't she given some thoughts to making out with her own son longer than that? Ever since a month after her old man had gone to prison for statutory rape of the school principal's daughter. Well, Vein had the urge. Hadn't she hidden and seen him masturbating in the tool shed?
But, Jesus Christ!, if someone found out: Wasn't Orville Hagerman worried about that? Gingerly, with long legs shaking, she got down from the railing, aware the crotch of her shorts was soppy wet. And, damn it, kids talked!
But Vern wouldn't, would he? Would he tell those two Ormand brothers-Jack and Yancy. What if she told him there would be no more fun, if he let out a squeak about it? Maybe not. But could she be sure, she mused, watching him sauntering up the road from the town of Shaffer.
Jesus, the way her sexual innards were in a turmoil it was almost worth the risk. Maybe she could trust kids more than grown men. Men were known to brag about their piece-of-tail conquests. But if anyone at the Municipal Water Company where she was a clerk found out, goodbye job.
God, how she needed a piece of ass!
When Vern, a crewcut fifteen year old joined her on the porch, the tall brunette with brown eyes hugged him to her. "If we did something-not really what people approve of-would you keep your mouth shut, Vern? Remember, I wouldn't think of it, well, if your father hadn't gotten sent away."
"The pen, you mean?" the boy murmured as Rhoda sort of herded him into the house.
Maybe it's the confounded August heat, she frowned.
"Yes, something like that. I miss your daddy and the fun we had," she said.
"Fun?"
"You know-man and wife. In the bedroom. Making love, Son," she said clumsily, gritting her teeth as a fresh wave of sexual turmoil assaulted her, hitting her so hard in the loins her steps faltered.
"I wouldn't talk, Mom, to anyone," the boy said-faithfully, a trifle bewildered.
Take a chance? Why not? If she could only be certain. "Not tell anyone; not even the Ormand boys. Not anyone," she.admonished sternly. "There would be no more fun," she emphasized. She gave him a little shove. "Go on to my bedroom, Vern. Come on."
Inside, she gave him another little push and shut the door firmly. She rolled down the oil-skin blind and turned on him, already removing her blouse.
"Get your pants and shoes and T-shirt off," she said, voice hushed, demanding and lustful. "Kick your shoes under the bed," the tall brunette of thirty-eight said, voice near a whisper.
Rhoda was mildly astonished her voice was so husky and deep. She was already naked to the waist, just shorts and panties remaining and he hadn't even touched his belt.
"Hurry up; get your clothes off," she demanded.
"Awwwww, Mom! Mother!" he wailed, eyes gawking at the artful jut of her full breasts.
"Don't say things like that to me-I'll slap you silly," Rhoda growled, unzipping her shorts and pushing them with her panties to her knees. She stamped out of them and toed off her sandals.
Abruptly, she tugged his T-shirt up, off over his head, clawed his belt free and all but tore open the fly of his pants. "Get naked, damnit, I'm gonna give you some fuck-fun-no more of your jacking off, Vern," she said soothingly. "I'll fuck you and you'll fuck me and we'll have a ball-your balls and cock in my hot snatch." She was panting, she knew, lust becoming wanton and brazen and uncontrolled. She tore down his pants and grabbed his puffed genitals as she squatted lewdly before him.
"Mommmmmmmmm!" the youth squealed as she made him step out of his clothes and seized his cock and balls like a crazy woman. With one gulp, she went down on him to the limit, gobbling and slurping and sucking his cock while she squeezed a ripe nut in each hand.
She tossed her head, swiveling her mouth on his burgeoning cock, to throw the long, heavy tresses of black hair over her bare shoulders.
The obscenely crouching brunette felt light-headed, but strong as she savored her son's pulsing prick, wanting him to blow his cum into the back of her throat, plaster the roof of her mouth with his juvenile jizz. She kept one hand on his throbbing nuts as she fondled and caressed the lean buns of his butt.
Her cunny began boom-booming vicariously as she rapidly bobbed her face on the impaling young cock, her lips working and her tongue curling around the thick head each time she backed her mouth off her pleasure-stick.
Rhoda nibbled and gnawed on the head, teeth closing behind the Eat flange of the bulb each time she drew her mouth off his long, thick shaft of flesh.
Work your ass-hunch it-and fuck me in the mouth, she thought wantonly, wanting him to thrust his cock into her face, manfully, brutally. "Fuck my mouth," she gurgled incoherently, using the hand on his bare ass to instruct him.
A thrill of conquest surged through her and she set a heel under her so it would compress her itching asshole and put pressure on her gaping snatch. She could feel a hot tickle of pussy juice on her heel and wished it was glazing a nice, husky cock pistoning into her hot hole.
Lovely, lovely prick, she thought, enchanted, feeling a sense of bewitchment as the boy's cock erupted in her mouth. She went all the way on him, sucking his love-fountain, savoring the succulent cum as he sprayed and gushed it spasmingly into her gullet. She wondered why she had waited so long to start relations of fun with her son.
He was sobbing now, tears falling on her forehead, trickling down her nose, into her eyes and adding salty flavor to his sweet cock price. She continued love-sucking his prick, the knob tucked away deep in her throat for several minutes after his deluge of jizz ceased.
She was gratified that his prick remained hard and prodigious. With a deep sigh, she let his prick slip from her mouth. She was strong and she picked him up and tossed him onto the bed where he bounced more than twice. Instantly, her stark naked body was astride him.
Dexterously, she grabbed his wet, ready prick, plowed the knob into her furrow, set it and brought her ass down hard, her snatch absorbing his column of pleasure meat until her mouth was mashed against his hard, young groin.
"Nooooooow, I fuck you," she growled, starting to ride her pussy up and down on his quivering boy-meat. Rhoda shivered with ecstasy as the smooth-gliding prick, trembling violently, speared into her ravenous twat.
"Oooooh, dear, Jesus-God," she cried shrilly, bringing her ass down hard so the rounded, firm cheeks smacked against his lean legs and his prick squish-slammed up into her red hot pussy.
"Oooooohhh, Mom! Oooooohhhhh, Mother!" the fifteen-year-old youth sobbed, breathing hard, his lean ass bouncing on the bed. He writhed under her as if he would squirm away, escape and Rhoda curled an arm behind his neck, holding him fast as she ravished his now immense cock.
"Don't you like this? Don't you love fucking?" she panted, starting to cum hard and lustfully. She sank her ass to him and rolled it around and around, rutting back and forth to savor the sexual ecstasy of fucking a kid. "I'm boom-booming my hot pussy, Vern! Can you feel my fuck-muscles working on your fabulous cock? Does your prick feel my pussy cum-milking your lovely fuck-piece?"
"I feeeeeel it!" the boy sobbed, his bottom now beginning to buck and lurch. Intuitively, he reached both hands and took a plum, firm boobie in each hand, squeezing hard, pinching the big, ripe, dark nipples until Rhoda wailed sharply, deep in the throes of passion.
She didn't wait for her orgasm to begin to ebb, but began screwing him again, lifting her ass high and slithering her cunt back down on his lively, rocky pillar of fuck-flesh. "Up-fuck your cock and drive it up me and make me go wild, Vern-honey," she begged, wincing with pleasure each time the massive bulb of the tip of his prick glanced off her cervix and penetrated toward her womb.
"Moooooother!" the kid screamed as he surpassed the limits of endurance and his prick exploded like a torpedo in her belly. Instantly, Rhoda slapped her butt down, her pussy-consuming his rampant cock in her, her insides being plastered with thick jizz.
Rhoda hugged her son's cock with her spasming pussy, reveling in the erotic sensations of prick spurting wildly, madly deep in her vacuuming cunt. Her eyes rolled madly with each lusty spew of cum and her cunt muscles contracted convulsively around his pole of meat.
But she wasn't finished fucking yet. "Honey, roll with me," she whined plaintively, slipping to one side and urging him up over her, keeping him in the deep Vee saddle of her long thighs.
As soon as she was on her back with him securely atop her, she growled greedily, "Come on, Son, fuck it to your mother." When he hesitated, she drew up her long legs, planted her heels in the splayed crevice of his ass.
Pressure-release; pressure release. Deftly, she guided him in the art of screwing his prick in a pussy. In an instant, she had taught him the art and his ass began bucking and hunching and romping as he drove his cock into her cunt, making her squeal and squirm and rock her ass with his tempo, and they were fucking, fucking, fucking rhythmically.
The juices of her pussy seemed scalding-hot around his pistoning prick. His column of flesh squished as he put it to her, drew it, put it to her, deeper than before each time.
His balls, rolling in her anal crease, against her asshole, were heavenly. Rhoda reached around her butt and found his hot nuts and held them firmly against her butt entry, trying to stuff them into her rectum.
"We just gotta try cornholing me!" she howled. "My poor butt hole is on fire, itching and burning."
Rhoda managed to get fingers and a thumb curled around his cunt-slickened dick and gradually compelled him to take it from her pussy. Deftly, she set the thick, hot, wet point. "Fuck, now!" she shrieked, forcing her back-hole muscles to relax.
"Aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkkk!" Rhoda screamed as he thrust ruthlessly and he nailed her asshole to the balls with his inexperienced, wanton prick. Lightning exploded in her bowels and there was a roar of thunder passion in her brain.
She gasped for breath, feeling faint as he drew out and banged his cock back into her rectum again and again and again. "Aaaaaaahhhhh-ah-ah-ah!" she wheezed as her guts adjusted to the lewd invasion.
Rhoda drew her knees back toward her chin and seized her legs back of them, holding her ass up in the air so the kid had the proper angle to rivet her ass with his prominent cock.
He had released her tits and had her shoulders firmly in his hands, his bony chest crushing her breast-melons flat to her ribs as he fucked and sawed at her stinging, itching, scalding bowels.
"Ooooohhhh, looooovely, being cornholed," Rhoda sighed with frantic lust and passion consuming her senses. And her twat was erupting again, too, as his hard groin ground against her swollen, gaping vulva and agitated her distended clitoris.
"Fuuuuuck it to me fast as you can," she pleaded, wanting an asshole orgasm in the worst way. "Oooohhh, handsome, lovely, tasty cock up my ass," she whimpered as he continued to bang his cock into her guts with long pecker-hunches.
"Ooooooh, don't ever stop fucking me," Rhoda sobbed.
She studied his sweating face through half-closed eyes as he walloped the cock to her ass with demanding thrusts of his hips. Her toes on his toes, legs stiff for leverage as he snorted like a young animal each time he cunt-banged his mother.
Isn't it glorious, she mused happily, having such a fine kid living in the house who can fuck me every time I get hotpants? Why did I ever wait so long to get him on me and in me? And what about Doris' young brother? She'd have to scheme some way to get him between her legs, fucking her like Vern was sticking it to her now. And what about Yancy and Jack Ormand? She just knew they would be willing to punch their peckers into her pussy. But they mustn't tell!
With a snort and a sniffle, Vern began screwing his mom as fast as he could make his cock fly. "Aaaaaahhhh, yesss," she sighed, smiling vaguely, concentrating and wretching as his gun really went off again and great gushing spews of cum hosed deep in her bowels.
He planted the full bole of his cock into her severely distorted, stretched asshole and flooded her guts, the head of his cock expanding and thoroughly corking her asshole.
She kept her legs up high for him and thought dreamily of teaching him to 69. She would buy him something nice to induce him to suck her pussy while she ate his marvelous prick.
Gently, reluctantly, Rhoda pushed her son away, wincing delectably as his slippery prick slipped from her twinging anus. "Just so you don't talk to anyone," she admonished him. "We'll have a lot of fun."
And she kept her word again that night. After supper, with the house dark, she stretched her son out in the middle of the living room floor and sucked his cock, head-to-toe, head-to-toe.
In a little while, he got the idea, spread her hard ass cheeks wide and she settled her long, deep sex-groove on his face and he ate out her pussy while she reveled in the joys of eating prick.
And in the back of her mind were joyful pictures of the kid next door and the two Ormand brothers-all of them naked, one at a time and all at once, giving her a red-hot fucking-mouth and pussy at the same time.