None of the children talked much at supper. In fact they all seemed unusually quiet. Once again Linda found herself frowning with concern as they picked at their food, hardly tasting a thing.
"Soon as we finish that north acreage, we'll be set up for harvesting." Dave was talking, lightly keeping the conversation going as he munched a mouthful of steak. "You've done a good job, son. A man's job. This year ought to be our best yet, just wait and see."
Mark didn't seem very interested. He toyed with his mashed potatoes, not meeting his father's gaze. "Yeah. Thanks, Dad."
Frankly, Linda was getting worried. Susie had been visiting almost a week now, and at first the kids had seemed to hit it off extremely well. But they'd been so subdued and unlike themselves all day that she was beginning to fear that her niece wasn't fitting in.
She spoke up abruptly. "Well, enough talk about farming. This is the children's summer vacation from school too, you know. They ought to be having at least a little fun while it lasts! What've you been up to, dears? Are you showing Susie all around?"
"Oh, sure," Pam answered with a little shrug, glancing over at her cousin. "We're having a really nice time, Mom. It's been fun."
A look passed between the two girls, and Mark only stared down at his food all the harder.
Something was going on – that they weren't telling her about. Linda could sense it, though they were trying fiercely not to give the fact away. It bothered her throughout supper and the rest of the evening, though she didn't make another attempt to get the truth out of them.
Later, as they slipped into bed, she mentioned her worries to Dave. "Darling, do you think it was a good idea to have Susie here for the summer? I mean, it seemed that she was getting along with the kids so well at first, giving them someone new to play with, but now… have you noticed a difference in them?"
"Oh come on Linda, give 'em a break. They're just feeling each other out, you know, the way kids do. They'll be fine. And the only difference I've noticed is this."
Climbing into bed beside her, Dave slid forward with a grin on his face. His stiffened cock pressed against her bare thigh, and despite herself Linda had to laugh.
"And just what's so different about that? It feels just the same to me as it does almost every night!"
As usual, Dave knew just what it took to get her mind off worries. His strong fingers dipped between her thighs, plowing through thick red curls to test the moistness they found seeping between her already-slickened cuntlips.
He grunted his approval. "The difference is that I've got a hard-on that just won't quit, and all you've got to worry about is how to make it soft. Where do you want it, babe? Here? Or here?"
A mischievous finger pushed its wet length up her sopping pussy, and another squirmed down to the small puckered rim of her ass and wiggled to its knuckle up that taut channel.
Pussy juice burst into his palm, and Linda's answer was a throaty giggle. "Both. God, I want it up both my holes, and in my mouth too! Damn you, you're getting me so hot I want it everywhere at once! How do you intend to solve that problem, lover?"
She shivered up, bunching on his hand and working both fingers inside her.
This time it was Dave's turn to laugh, delighted. "Well, that does call for an interesting solution, I'll admit. But I've got some ideas on the subject. You'll see…"
He did, too. Moments later he'd twisted around on the bed and was diving into her soaked cunt, his tongue stabbing wetly into her. The finger in her asshole wedged itself even deeper, and his magnificent engorged prick speared up at her face, bobbing urgently for attention.
This afternoon's all-too-brief session hadn't done a thing to satisfy their appetites. Linda hastily pulled his cock to her full lips and slipped them snugly around its rippled surface, sucking greedily as it slithered down her throat. His tongue flicked in and out of her pussy with long loving strokes, lapping its wet slippery length and playing across her large fattened clit as well. The finger up her ass wiggled until it was as far up that small damp hole as it could go.
All other thoughts drifted away as she concentrated on sucking her husband's meaty cock and humping his face, her juices now churning in a froth that slickened his chin and drooled along her ass crevice, allowing his finger to push in and out with a jabbing rhythm that perfectly matched his tongue-stabs.
It didn't take long before they were both groaning and twisting in oblivious sensation, all problems forgotten as Linda bobbed her head on her husband's cock and gyrated onto his mouth, muffling his appreciative murmurs as her pussy slapped at his lips, her ass bunching on his hand at the same time.
Linda loved sucking Dave's cock. She loved the feel of its massive hugeness sliding along the slick warm vise of her throat, threatening to fill it completely and then pulling back to allow her tongue to dart across his cocktip, tasting the first little dribbles of jism that leaked from it. If there was one thing she enjoyed as much as feeling the hot, slick presence of cum in her pussy, it was feeling it on her tongue as well. She gulped and swallowed, drinking his cock like a big long straw.
His tongue shoved up her cunt hole, a finger plunging in and out of her ass with growing intensity. Dave nuzzled deep into his wife's thick bush of fiery cunt fur, his lips pressed against her wet pussy mouth in an incredible intimate kiss.
They thrashed in simultaneous frenzy, building to climax amidst hasty sucking sounds as their bodies entwined with the expertise of a long-married couple, each of them soaking up every bit of pleasure before the final crescendo.
In what seemed mere moments Linda was whimpering and purring ecstatically, pussy grinding to his face and clit pumping up hard against his teeth. His finger was pistoning in and out of her ass to add extra jolts of pleasure as she soared up and sucked at his gliding prick with a fury. A long groan slid from her throat.
The explosion of orgasm built up within her to incredible proportions. Her cunt was twitching and creaming onto her husband's face in a fountain of juices, until she couldn't hold back another second.
And just at the moment she erupted, Dave came too.
"Muuuhhhmmmfff!"
Linda gave a stifled wail of release, writhing deliciously as Dave shuddered in her arms. His big swollen cock jerked between her lips, and an arc of sweet cum poured down her throat in thick, pearly splatters.
She drank it all up, head bobbing and ass thrusting. His tongue lunged up inside her and twisted around in the clenched vise of her pussy hole, finger reaming her out hard and fast as they both tossed on the bed in mutual culmination.
Their climax went on and on, in a chain of eruptions that made the bed squeak. It wasn't until Dave pulled from between her thighs gasping for breath and his cock slumped from her lips, now emptied and lolling, that their blissful gyrations ended.
"Aaannnhhh…"
Linda sank onto the bed in a heap, groaning softly. Dazed and delirious in a cloud of satisfaction, she was hardly aware that Dave had shifted around until he took her in his arms, breathing heavily.
"Ahhhh, now that's what I call the end of a very pleasant day," he muttered, snuggling against her. "And that's what you ought to be worrying about, instead of the kids. Just concentrate on keeping your husband happy, and things around here are going to be just fine."
He chuckled, sighing blissfully.
She smiled. "In that case I've got no problems at all because you're easy to please! Now, if only everything else could be solved like that… uhhmm…"
They clung to each other like a pair of happy teenagers, just enjoying a few more moments without having a houseful of kids underfoot. But even in her haze of fulfillment, Linda hadn't forgotten her worries. And they came back, nagging at her like an itch.
Long after Dave had drifted off to sleep she lay there, restless and thoughtful. Finally, after it seemed she had lain wide-awake for hours, Linda carefully rose and slipped from the bedroom, moving away from her husband's soft, comforting snore.
The upstairs hallway was dim, lit only by moonlight. Nude, she walked to the door of Pam's room, intending only to peek in and see that the girls were all right. It was a silly, motherly thing to do, but if it would help her sleep…
Her hand turned the knob, and gently eased the door open. That was when she heard the voices, and froze. "Uhmm, that feels nice! Ohhh now you're really doing it Mark, yesss that's real good! Now do Pammy too, so she can have some fun!"
"Like this?" Mark's voice filtered into the hall, followed by his sister's squeal.
"Ooooohhh…"
Stunned, Linda recognized those sounds all too well. She'd been making very similar sounds herself not long ago, with Dave's tongue and prick urging her on.
But to hear them coming from Pam's room – Pam, and Susan… and Mark!
The awful realization sank home. A flush crept over Linda, growing fiercer with each of Pam's gasps.
"Oooh – ooh that's nice, yes do me some more! Ohhhh…"
The children seemed to be getting along just fine, after all!
Linda stood there, trembling in a confusion of emotions. Her first impulse was to burst in on them and confront whatever shocking scene she would find.
But on the other hand, she might be jumping to conclusions. Just because those ominous groans sounded shocking enough in themselves, that didn't have to mean anything wicked was really going on, did it? After all… oh God, not her own children!
Hoping against hope that her imagination was wrong, Linda carefully eased the door open and peeked in. Her breath hissed out in choked horror. Moonlight filled the room, cascading across Pam's big double bed. They were all three nude, the two girls on their sides with Mark between them on his back, his hands moving rhythmically between their spread-open legs and mouth groping at the firm big tits that thrust at him from both sides, pushing forward for attention.
She took it all in at a glance, as the girls both wiggled.
"Faster… do it faster! Yehhss…"
"Ooooh! Oooh yes, yes ahhhh…"
Just as carefully Linda shut the door, drawing in a breath.
It was true. It was really happening. Her Mark, and innocent little Pam… oh God, no!
Unable to merely stand by another second, she reached up and knocked with a trembling fist.
"Mark? Mark, would you come out now and let the girls rest? You can all visit tomorrow, but right now they need their sleep. Mark?"
At her first rap on the door all activity froze. Her voice came out surprisingly smooth and unconcerned, as if she were simply interrupting a late-night chat instead of the terrible thing she'd seen.
For a long moment she thought Mark wasn't going to answer, not daring to admit he was in with the girls.
Then, after a long silent pause, his voice came back hoarsely. "Uh, okay Mom. Just… just a minute."
Linda stood there, seething over what she'd seen, as the door cracked open and he slipped out.
Mark hadn't taken any pajamas with him, and was totally nude. A hand covered his crotch, trying desperately to hide the full throbbing shaft of his bare cock.
"We… uh, we were just talking about some stuff, you know, like…"
"Yes." Her voice cut him off, throaty with emotion. "Yes, I know just what you were doing. Come with me, young man."
Frankly, Linda had no idea how to handle this situation. She'd come upon it so suddenly and unexpectedly that her thoughts were awhirl. Stalling for time, she led the way to her son's room, not looking back.
Mark followed sheepishly, swallowing hard.
It wasn't until they were in his bedroom, with the light flicked on and the door safely shut behind them, that she turned on him full force.
"Mark Harmon, I'm ashamed of you! What's the idea of sneaking into your sister's room at this time of night without a stitch on, doing God knows what? Just what do you think you're up to, may I ask?"
"Uhh, well…"
Mark's jaw worked, his cheeks growing rosy. There was no hiding his stiffened prick, or the fact that his mom obviously knew what he'd been up to. His excuse came out lame and unconvincing.
"We were just… I mean, it's not like we were really doing something or anything like that! It's just that – Susie was showing us some things…"
"Susan?" His mother pounced on that. "You mean Susan is to blame for what you were doing? She's the one I should be having this talk with? Are you certain, Mark?"
Mark's eyes dropped. For the first time he noticed that his mom was nude as well, her enormous tits jiggling before him and thick red cunt fleece glinting in the light of the bedroom as if her pussy were on fire.
It was the first time he could ever remember seeing her without clothes, and a sudden burst of unexpected awareness made his prick strum out all the harder, bobbing and jerking under his hand with a life of its own.
Suddenly Linda was aware of her son's hard-on too. She saw his furtive glance across her body, and a ripple of something other than anger shot through her.
God, she was getting horny!
Taken aback by that abrupt realization, she hurried on quickly. "Answer me, young man! Was this all Susan's fault – or were you to blame too?"
"Well, it… it was kind of everybody…"
His tone wasn't convincing, and instinctively Linda knew that the real blame lay on Susan. That, plus the growing tingle deep in her cunt, made her tone soften.
"All right then, I believe you. But Mark, I don't ever want you to do that again, no matter who's to blame. Do you understand me?"
Unable to tear his eyes from his mother's voluptuous body, he nodded. "Yeah. I promise, Mom. I won't. It's just that… well, sometimes I can't seem to help myself! I get all tensed up and funny feeling, like – like right now! I just can't help it!"
To prove his point he let the hand over his cock drop.
It sprang up to full attention, thick and rigid and straining out with a hugeness that took Linda's breath away. Her son's prick was more enormous than she ever would have imagined, thrusting out at her like a fence post wagging in a breeze. Her pussy melted with little sparks of pleasure, and she went on in a softened husky tone.
"I know, darling. I know what you mean. It… it's this, isn't it?"
Without warning she swooped out a hand and caught his hard prick, capturing it in a firm, deft grasp.
Mark's eyes bulged. His meaty young prick pulsed in her palm, and without even thinking she gave it a squeeze.
"It's natural for a boy your age to get excited. And when he does, this is what happens."
Her fingers curled around her son's big swollen cock, squeezing again to feel it thrum with veined throbbing life. Her pussy oozed with warm itching delight, and she couldn't seem to make herself release it. Instead she held on tighter, concentrating furiously on the motherly lecture she was trying to voice.
"I know it makes a healthy young man do things he wouldn't normally do, but darling… not with your own sister! Or your cousin either, for that matter! This is for, for when you're married, when you've found some nice girl who… who…"
Linda's voice drifted off as she began to squeeze that sweet massive prick rhythmically, unable to control herself.
Mark was twitching, his eyes glazed and hips rolling in small appreciative jerks. He opened his mouth, and barely managed to keep from groaning. "Yeah but… but what am I supposed to do in the meantime, Mom? I might not get married for years! You mean it's gotta just stay like this all the time? Oh jeez…"
He gasped, not so much at the thought of having a hard-on for years to come as at the steady squeezing of his mother's hand, combined with the lush feminine body that hovered before him.
Her pussy was churning up a froth. She didn't seem to have any self-control left at all, with that thickened cock fluttering against her palm. When she spoke the words seemed to tumble out all by themselves, as if she were merely the audience.
"No darling, it doesn't have to stay like that all the time. There are things you can do to help, and… and I'll show you one of them right now, since that's what you need. Like this…"
Her fist began to pump, riding back and forth over her son's big hard prick with long, loving strokes.
"Mom…"
Mark's face wrenched with pleasure, and without realizing it he arched in her hand, pushing his cock into that tight tugging vise in a natural bunching motion. His hands slipped up to cling at her waist for support, and that innocent touch against her bare skin sent a blaze of fire soaring through Linda's cunt with unbelievable fury.
In fact, the whole situation was pretty unbelievable. Here she stood, absolutely nude in front of her son and showing him how to beat off – as if any boy his age needed lessons on that!
But the juicy seething in her cunt had grown to a hungry ache, making her fist pump faster. She was breathing hard, gazing raptly down at the smooth knobbed cockhead that jutted from her fingers, its little piss slit glistening with a tantalizing glob of cum.
It was all she could do to keep from licking her lips, aching to taste her son's jizz. She was behaving just as wickedly as her own children!
And the worst part was that she couldn't make herself stop. Her fingers clutched at that vibrant young cock, jerking on it in a fast rhythm that perfectly matched the rushes of steamy need sweeping through her.
Mark arched, his eyes widening and his down-fuzzed balls bobbling as his mom jerked him off.
"Uhh, ohhh shit…"
Normally he would never have used a word like 'shit' in front of her, but by this time they were both beyond the normal boundaries of a respectable mother-son relationship.
"This… this is one way to relax when you're all tensed, darling." Linda's voice came out much too husky, and she went on in a rush. "It feels good, doesn't it? And it's much better than doing awful things with your little sister, isn't it?"
"Yeah, oh yeah…" He gasped, twitching.
Linda gasped as well. Her pussy loomed just inches from his red engorged cocktip. Unmotherly gushes of cream drenched it, and she had to fight back an impulse to undulate forward, rubbing her thick cunt fur against that lush inflamed prick. She would have loved nothing better than to feel it sliding through her dewy cunt bush, its hugeness pushing into her hair and between her thighs and lodging against her pussy, forcing its way up into her and fucking – oh God fucking in and out! She wanted to fuck her son, and she wanted it bad!
Instead she pumped harder. When she spoke, her tone was hoarse.
"Don't hold back, baby. I want… I want to make you feel better, so you won't have to listen to Susan and her ideas anymore. Just… just let it come, darling. Let it come, oh honey, let it all come…"
They were both panting now. Mark twisted and moaned, his fingers digging into the soft pliant flesh of her waist in a kneading grip. His prick punched in and out of her fist with fast pistoning strokes, and his response was a cracked squeak.
"Oh Mom, I'm gonna – I'm gonna shoot! Faster, faster! Good, that's really good! Oh fucking shit, that's great! I'm gonna – uuunnnhhh!"
With that loud groan he spasmed. His cock lurched in her hand, and the first geyser of thick white cum spurted.
It arced in a long fountaining glob, making a syrupy trail in the red thatch of pussy curls that twitched before his prick. The first hot splatters struck her cunt, and Linda let out a gasp as she pumped frantically, eager for more.
"Ohhh, ohh fuck Mommm…"
The second spurt shot across her thighs in sticky ooze, and the third flooded across her plunging fingers.
Mark bucked, shuddering as she wrung every blast of jizz from his prick. He saw his cum threading across his mother's pussy thatch and rolling wetly down her thighs, and that only made his climax all the sweeter.
"Yeah! Yeah, ohhhh…" She kept pumping until he slumped, his prick emptied.
Then, reluctantly, she let it plop from her fingers. Forcing back a groan of her own, she tried to sound calm.
"There. That's… that's one way to relax. And from now on, instead of getting your sister to do the honors, I want you to come to me. Do – do you understand, darling?"
"Yeah." He nodded, his head bobbing weakly. "Yeah Mom, I will. I promise! I will!"
"Very well. Now go to bed, and get some rest. After relaxing like that, you could use some sleep."
She waited until he'd fallen into his bed in a heap, sighing gratefully. Then she flicked out the light and paused.
"Good night, dear. Sleep tight."
"Night, Mom." Mark's voice was soft and tired.
She slipped out quietly, shutting the door behind her.
The moment Linda was in the darkened hall, she instantly dove her fingers into the hot trickles of jism that seeped across her cunt and thighs.
"Ohh… oh God baby, baby…"
She leaned against the wall, cooing with pure delight as she rubbed her son's cum into her sopping cunt, feeling its rich velvety thickness plastering across her pussy in a sweet musky film.
Before she quite knew it, Linda had two fingers stuffed up her cunt and was shoving them in and out with wild gyrations, finger-fucking herself to a lather.
"Yesss… yes honey, fuck me! Fuck… fuck… oh fucking sweet baby yehhhhssss!"
She tremored in eruptions of bliss, plunging her cum-drenched fingers into her pussy as if they were Mark's big young prick. And as she careened to orgasm, Linda knew things would never be the same between her and Mark again.
She knew, because she intended to see to it.