Elizabeth lolled in the hot water of her tub, luxuriating in the liquid embrace of its scented heat, breathing a steam no warmer than that inside her body. She felt marvelous, all snuggly and relaxed, and more important, she felt loved. She propped her head upon the edge of the tub and thought about that, of the special thing Jody Goodall had done for her, and she rubbed her thighs together in the water.
For the first time in her life, she felt proud of her body. As a youngster, when her breasts had begun to grow, and quickly became much bigger than those of other girls in her class, Elizabeth had tried to hide them. She'd walked hunched over, and worn a bra that was far too tight, trying to flatten the ugly mounds.
She'd given up on that, of course, but she had never worn a form – fitting dress, one that would accent her large tits and call attention to them. Now she wanted to show them to the world, to flaunt their creamy, brown – tipped globes and say: see these? Aren't they lovely? Jody adores them; he loves to suck the nipples and tries to get his whole mouth full of them. A beautiful young boy, a passionate, good – looking boy, worships my breasts.
Lifting her head, Elizabeth peered at the pointed tips lifting above the bath water, at the floating white balls that seemed to be only lightly attached to her ribs. And farther down, she saw the black triangle of her pubic hair, the roundness of her ripe thighs. The boy was devoted to that, also, dedicated to her richly haired pussy. He had sucked its juices and replaced them with his hot semen.
Her hand swam over and touched the hairs of her cunt. Never in her wildest imaginings could she have dreamed this thing she had always considered ugly, could give so much utter rapture, to herself and others. Jody said she had a gorgeous pussy, and he should know; he had been into his stunning sister's cunt, and into his own mother's. Maybe he had experience with others; Elizabeth didn't know, and she didn't really care. So long as it makes him happy, she thought, wasn't that what Charlene said?
Stroking her mound, she floated in the water, her hair already washed and piled atop her head. She was no longer shocked at the idea of the boy screwing his sister, or disturbed by innocent little Jody being seduced by his mom. It must have been quite a thrill for him, she thought, being taken between his mother's legs and introduced to a woman's pussy – especially since it was the same vagina that had produced him.
Often, Jody called her Mom while he was flicking her, and that didn't bother her, either. In fact, she liked it; It made her feel so deliciously evil and loved and wanted. Sighing, she toed the stopper from the drain and let out the water, relishing the drift of it across her body. She stood up and climbed from the tub to reach a big, fluffy towel and use it upon her tingling flesh. She wrapped another towel turbanlike around her hair and glanced into the mirror.
Was that her own face, happy and alert, that smiled back at her? And were those her eyes, so filled with light, and her mouth, looking sultry and inviting? The shadows she had become familiar with were all gone, the lines not so noticeable.
Elizabeth used a blower on her hair, letting it fluff out as it pleased, thinking that she would never again wear it drawn back from her face and pinned into an old-lady bun. She wasn't old any more; she was much younger and very alive. Not all that young, she admitted, as to raid the fridge after every prolonged session of screwing, as the kids did. But maybe they had never really had enough to eat before, and would change that habit. If she was drawn into following them, she'd soon be big as the lies she had always been told about sex.
But she could, and would, gorge herself with fucking, and make herself lovely as possible, as appealing as she could, so that Jody would always desire her. She drew on her robe, thinking she would go on a shopping spree to buy frilly panties and lacy bras and see – through dressing gowns; there were new perfumes and skin creams to sample as a celebration to her new life and a goodbye to the outworn one.
Moving back into her bedroom, she thought fleetingly of her husband, of Sherman spending the night with his mistress again. She forgave him for that, because she no longer felt betrayed or forgotten, and because she was doing the same thing, tit for tat, but probably getting the better of the bargain. Sherman's lady love couldn't possibly be sixteen years old and continually horny. Horny; what a lovely, all – encompassing word, one to cause stirrings in her flesh and warmth within her vagina, to make her nipples arch upward and outward.
The night was only beginning. she thought, and she was horny. Soon as Jody was rested, they would fuck some more, trying new variations and exploring different positions. She could think of several, but mostly – and here Elizabeth took a steadying breath – mostly, she wanted to thrill Jody as much as he had done her, and in the same fashion. Pulling her robe tighter about her body, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and forced herself to think about taking a male sex organ into her mouth.
All her life, she had considered any sexual organ as dirty and ugly. Elizabeth knew better now, because Jody's cock was a work of art, a lovely, beguiling thing more beautiful because of Its potential for ecstasy. He thought the same of her pussy, and surely if she licked his prick, she wouldn't find it repugnant. She had to by, that much was certain, and if she went about it all wrong, she could depend upon the boy to instruct her properly.
Listening, she could hear music from the tape player, and the sound of laughter. It was good to hear those sounds in the house, to know the echo of something besides loneliness. Maybe she would join the others downstairs later, after she proved to Jody how much she loved him. Elizabeth thought of the other boy, of little Timothy standing wide – legged with only a towel wrapped around his slim waist, and the towel bulging around his erect cock. Charlene was tucking both her brothers, and Timmy had helped with the original rape; he had even argued a bit with Jody about – who was going to screw Elizabeth first, and now that her thinking had been turned around, she realized that the child would still have the hots for her.
Shaking her head, feeling her long hair floating free and clean, Elizabeth decided she would face that problem when and if it arose. As of now, there was only Jody, and she was fully content with him.
She heard the door swing open, and smiled at her lover as the boy strode into her bedroom, their bedroom now, unconcerned about his nakedness, his perfect young body gleaming, his soft and shriveled prick dangling. Elizabeth held out her arms to him, and Jody came to her. Spreading her knees, letting her robe fall open and away from her shapely thighs, she took Jody between them and felt the boy's knees against the furry vee of her mound.
"I talked to the others," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair, to finger through its cascading waves. "They understand that you want to stay just with me for awhile, getting used to screwing. But Timmy is all steamed up, you know. He asked me a hundred questions – how your pussy feels, how juicy it is, the way you fuck, if you roll your ass or not. When I told him I'd already gone down on you, he just about went out of his tree. Charlene was teasing him when I left."
"Jody," she said, "do you really want me to screw your brother, too? You wouldn't be jealous of me?"
"No," he answered. "Nobody is jealous of anybody in our family. We share everything. But if Timmy turns you off, or Charlene – that's okay, too; we'll work It out. Hey – you washed your hair. It's all soft and it smells so good."
She put her lips against his hairless chest and breathed in the excliting, young animal scent of his flesh. "Well talk about the sharing later, darling. Right now, I want you very much. I – I want to make you happy as I can. Will you teach me how to – to go down on you?"
Pushing gently against her, Jody moved her backward upon the bed, and the rumpled sheets touched Elizabeth's shoulder blades as she wriggled to get her feet up. She thought she shouldn't be in this position, on her back; she ought to be kneeling beside the boy, where she could easily get at his prick. But Jody seemed to know what he was doing, and she was only a beginner at this, so she tried to relax and flow with It.
She was surprised when Jody straddled her body, placing a knee beside each of her hips. He leaned forward and caressed her tits, pushing them tenderly down with his palms, then allowing the nipples to spring erect once more.
He said, "I never got to play with tits like these before, They're so big and soft and round, all creamy and giving. and your nipples stick straight up. They're much browner than my sister's nipples, darker than my mom's were."
"Jody," she said, "have you ever fucked anyone else besides your mother and Charlene and me?"
"No," he answered, still fondling her heavy breasts. "I never got the chance. I never saw any foster parent I wanted to tuck, before you; and the welfare people kept moving us around, trying to split us up, even locking us up. But Mom taught me just about everything, and I practiced with my sister."
He pushed her breasts together, and slid up along her body, so that his balls were resting upon her lower rib cage. Elizabeth saw that his lovely prick was rising, extending Its pink head, the veins swelling along the shaft. It was always a miracle to her, observing his erection.
He bent over her then, angling his ass upwards so that his readying cock tilted down, the flanged head expanding to its fullest and the inevitable droplet of pre – seminal fluid beginning to gather upon the blunt tip. Elizabeth quivered when she felt It crowding into the crevice Jody had formed by holding her breasts together.
"My mother called this titty – fucking," Jody said. "Charlene's knockers are too small to do it right, and Mom's were never this big and soft, so I'm really going to dig this, Betsy."
She wondered what it had to do with her going down on him and tasting his prick, but the sensation was stimulating as the boy slid his hardened shaft back and forth between the silken globes of her tits. Elizabeth reached up and caressed the slowly moving cheeks of Jody's ass, exploring the feathery cleft and sometimes feeling the sac of the sliding testicles. She adored every inch of this marvelous boy, every satin centimeter of his smooth skin.
Suddenly she was conscious that Jody's cockhead was thrusting farther up through her mashed – together breasts, that it was tapping softly against her chin. Elizabeth had only to turn her head Just so, and she was breathing upon the swollen glans as it reached up to her lips. With a welcoming groan, she kissed that velvety knob, and at that moment, Jody let go her breasts, letting them fall aside. He placed his hands upon her head, steadying it, and pushed his bent knees forward until they were snugged into her armpits.
Tentatively, Elizabeth flicked out her tongue, touched it to the slippery gleam of fluid, and curled It back into her mouth for the taste. It was heady and arousing, an exotic blend of musk and succulent nectar; she let it dissolve in her mouth.
He had stopped titty – fucking her, and Jody's cockhead was now poised at her lips. She ran her tongue back out and trailed it all around the spongy bulb, feeling its shape and wondrous texture, learning Its rare flavor. Discovering the scar tissue of his circumcision, Elizabeth laved it with adoration, then curled her tongue farther along the shaft, marveling at its silken skin.
Fingering over his spread thighs, she delved into his sac and grasped the base of the shaft firmly. Without another moment's hesitation, she opened her lips and moved her head forward so that she could wrap them around Jody's throbbing cockhead. Hungrily, she sucked that exquisitely formed' knob into her mouth, sliding it across her flattened tongue and through her inner cheeks, moving it back and back until the tip brushed the cup of her throat.
She didn't retch would not retch, and soon the inclination vanished, so that Elizabeth could pay full attention to the lovely prick she held wetly within her mouth.
Caressing her hair, Jody murmured, "It's easier for you to move your head back and forth, because I might shove it too deep. That's it, Betsy. – oh yeah baby – you know how to use that hot, wet tongue. Now suck on my cock, and you can even chew it a little."
Happily she obeyed him, racing her tongue over his cockhead, plunging the tip into the darling little sticky slot, then sucking, pulling, letting her teeth lightly ring the stem of the distended shaft while she toyed with his enlarged balls. As the boy's hips began to rotate lithely, she pushed the knob back with her tongue, and started a sensual rhythm, sliding her head back and forth.
Elizabeth's cheeks dipped in and out, and her busy tongue was vibrant upon Jody's glans, along the slippery shaft; as her fingers were busy fondling his balls and the trembling cleft of his lightly haired ass. He began to stroke gently into her pulling mouth, timing his tender thrusts to the movement of her head, his pelvis rolling a little, hunching a little as he fed his hard meat into her willing face.
She must be doing it right, Elizabeth thought; the boy seemed to be enjoying it tremendously, for she could hear the ragged panting of his breath and feel the small convulsions of his squirming body.
"Eat It, baby," Jody said. "Suck my prick and lick it, keep using that hot mouth and wet tongue on my cock – ahh! Oh yeah, sweet mother – eat your son's still prick!"
He was getting close; she could sense the coming climax in the increasingly jerky movement of his sliding cock and the twitching of his belly as his pelvis arched toward her chin. It was good for her, too; it was wonderful, just knowing that she had the power to impart such pleasure, to make him twist and turn so eagerly. For the first time, Elizabeth thought of what was going to happen, of the blowoff of this adorable boy's young semen.
She had already tasted the weaker fluid, the stuff that had gathered upon his prick tip when It reached a state of readiness; the semen Itself would be stronger, she thought – considerably thicker and more rich, laden with sperm. But no matter how it tasted, even if its hot flood threatened to choke her,
Elizabeth would not take her suctioning mouth from around his enchanted cock.
"Just about to make it," Jody hissed, clinging to her head and grinding his cock deeply into her mouth. "Betsy – darling – suck me, eat me, swallow me down! Oh Mom, Mom – I'm coming!"
Elizabeth siphoned upon his flexing cockhead, racing her tongue over the tremulous glans, and felt the sudden spurting of the boy's semen. It came with a tremendous rush, a boiling spume of thick and slippery come that splashed over her tongue and far back into her throat. Rich and creamy, salty – sweet and musky, the precious male fluid drenched her mouth, drowned her teeth and flooded her tongue.
Gulping avidly, she swallowed the sizzling, bubbling juices, feeling them slide like a string of raw oysters down her throat She drew the syrupy stream down and down, bringing it into her stomach where she could digest it and feed it in turn into her bloodstream, where this vital part of Jody Goodall would forever be also a part of her own body.
The jetting semen slowed, each successive spurt smaller and weaker than the one before, and Elizabeth knew regret that it wasn't more. She tugged greedily upon the cockhead, probing it with her avid tongue in an effort to wring more juice from the boy's prick. But soon it was over, and Jody's hands fell away from their grip upon her head, and he lifted a knee from beneath her armpit so that he could roll away from her. His cock slid from her mouth, pumped dry for the moment, and she hated to let it go.
As he moved to lie beside her, Elizabeth licked at her lips and placed a hand upon his softening prick, put one arm around the boy's shoulders and drew his face to nestle upon her breasts. They went to sleep that way, together.