Ray felt it was necessary for his wife to know the entire truth. This was important because he was his wife, and his son's reputation was at stake. And beyond that, there was the happiness of the entire family to consider. They all had their needs, and it was necessary for these to be worked out together.
It was clear, as soon as Paula and Billy arrived home, that the young boy hadn't explained to his mother what had caused him to run away from home. Paula still knew nothing of her sister Maude's involvement, and she remained mystified by Maude's disappearance. She also remained very hostile toward Ray and Pete, seeing them as the cause for all the trouble, which had befallen her home. If she hadn't married Ray, Billy would never have run away, she believed, and Kathy wouldn't have been left alone to fall prey to Ray's lustful, immoral son.
There was no possibility of his being able to explain things to her, Ray realized. Anyway; the disclosures about what had happened between Kathy and Billy, between both children and Maude, and between Kathy, Pete and himself, would simply have shocked her all the more, without creating enlightenment. He knew that he would have to show his wife the truth rather than tell her. And he would get Kathy to help him. If all went well, Paula would not only be made to understand, but would also accept her family's new sexual liberation. That was his hope.
While Paula attempted to reach her sister by phone, assuming that Maude might have arrived back at her own home by that time, Ray evolved a scheme and explained it to Kathy. She was reluctant to take part in it at first, fearing that it might only make matters worse, but Ray insisted. Finally she agreed to do what he asked.
Paula returned from the phone to report that there had been no answer at her sister's house. "I can't understand where Maude could be or why she left here," Paula said, shaking her head in bewilderment.
That night, Ray took it for granted that Paula would refuse to sleep with him, and he went to bed in the guestroom. He lay in the dark waiting until it was time to put his plan into action.
Kathy began putting their plan into motion by walking to her mother's bedroom door and rapping softly. Paula, in nightgown and robe, came to the door and opened it.
"Baby…" she murmured when she saw the worried expression on her daughter's face. She took the girl in her arms. "Do you want to talk?" she asked as she stroked Kathy's hair.
"No, Mama, that won't help. But I'd like to have you do something for me."
"Of course, dear. Anything."
"Trade rooms with me tonight," Kathy begged. "I couldn't stand to sleep in my own bed after what happened there."
In Paula's mind there flashed a mental picture of Pete on top of her daughter, fucking her brutally on that bed.
"I understand, darling," she told Kathy. "Of course I'll trade rooms with you. Try not to think about what happened. It was awful, but it's not the end of the world. We'll survive it somehow."
Kathy smiled to herself. The scheme was working.
She had finally talked with Billy, and that part of the plan had worked out well, also. Her brother, shaken by his experiences of the past few days, needed comforting, and it seemed to him that Kathy was the only person in the world who understood.
Everyone settled down in bed. The house was quiet. Billy waited until he believed it was safe, then got up and crept noiselessly from his room and into the hall. He was heading toward Kathy's bedroom, in response to the invitation she had given him. Perhaps it wasn't right, but he felt he had to do it.
Just thinking about snuggling into his sister's bed and settling down against her warm, lovely body caused his youthful cock to harden. The shaft was standing straight up by the time he reached Kathy's door. The snugness of his pajamas made the hard-on uncomfortable, and he adjusted. His pajama pants so his rock-hard cock stuck out through the fly.
He opened Kathy's door and walked into her room.
There was no moon that night, and the room was very dark. Billy carefully felt his way to the side of his sister's bed. He could barely make out the form lying beneath the covers.
He decided not to say anything and risk the chance of being overheard by his mother, whom he believed to be in the next room. Kathy had warned him to be very quiet.
Billy turned back the covers of the bed and slid in beside the shadowy form. She was very warm and soft.
Paula stirred. As she awakened and realized someone was in bed with her, she reacted spontaneously, not remembering immediately the awful events of the day. This was Ray, she thought, joining her, and she wanted him.
When Billy's lips touched hers, she responded, sliding her wet tongue into his mouth. She moaned and reached for what she thought was her husband's cock.
The prick was already hard-thrillingly hard, in fact-and this sent such a pleasurable sensation coursing through her that she was compelled to demonstrate her devotion to the lovely cock that she clutched in her hand. She pushed back the covers and bowed her head toward the loins of the male who was in bed with her.
As she did this, she realized that Ray shouldn't be in bed with her. She hated him. But as she held what she thought to be Ray's hot cock and bent toward it, her hatred dissolved. She needed his sweet prick. She needed it more than ever at that moment.
Billy let out a groan. There was something strange about what was happening. Somehow the person who lay in Kathy's bed didn't feel like his sister. She smelled different, too. Kathy didn't usually wear cologne. But what was happening felt very good-and who but Kathy could be doing it?
Paula touched her lips to the end of the cock she was clutching in her hand. It felt strange. Ray was circumcised, but the prick she now touched reminded her more of her first husband's cock, which had had a foreskin.
As she slid her mouth down over the head of her son's cock, she realized that it did indeed have a foreskin. Her lips had pushed the hood back as they had taken possession of the cockhead.
Panic seized her.
She tried to lift her head, but her partner's hands were on it, stroking her hair. As she pushed against those hands, she encountered an opposite pressure.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Billy whispered urgently as he held his mother's head on his throbbing cock.
A terrible shock went through her. This was Billy-not Ray! She had her mouth around her own son's cock!
She began to fight wildly, but Billy continued to hold her down. Her soft lips felt so good encircling his prick, and her warm, wet mouth was delightful. He arched himself, pushing his cock upward, sticking the head of it right back into his mother's throat.
Paula's mind whirled. I'm sucking Billy's cock! She kept thinking. My own son's cock! The thought thrilled her even as it shocked her. Then too, there was the question of why he was there. He had come to see Kathy, she decided. He must think I'm Kathy!
She continued to struggle, but her son was so aroused by that time he wouldn't let her raise her head. He couldn't understand what was the matter with her, but he knew he had to have more of her luscious cocksucking.
Suddenly something snapped in Paula's mind.
She couldn't fight any more. She couldn't resist. She began to suck her son's pulsing cock eagerly.
Billy groaned with pleasure, realizing that he didn't have to hold her any longer, and he dug a hand beneath her chest, feeling for what he expected to be one of Kathy's small, firm tits. But the tit that he grasped was full and soft. It felt just like Aunt Maude's!
He began to struggle, trying to get out from under the woman who was eagerly sucking his cock. But by this time Paula was so hot for her son that she had to keep sucking his hot, hard prick-driving her mouth eagerly up and down on it, licking the slick, spongy head and drinking down the wonderful juice which was oozing out.
In the doorway stood Kathy and Ray. It had been part of their plan to join the party once it got under way. Ray's purpose in this was to forestall a feeling of guilt on his wife's and Billy's part when they discovered they were in bed together. He wished to demonstrate that he and Kathy had similar desires; that they were, in fact, all members of the same loving family.
To accomplish this, it was necessary to turn on the light. Ray reached into the room, felt for the wall switch, and pressed it.
Brilliant illumination bathed the bed where Billy lay with Paula bending over his middle. Billy blinked and stared at her, realizing for the first time that it was his own mother who was sucking his cock. Then he looked up to see Ray and Kathy standing beside the bed, both nude and both smiling.
Billy didn't resist any more, but let out a happy cry and caressed his mother's beautiful blonde hair as she bobbed her sucking mouth more rapidly on his rigid, saliva-coated cock. She wasn't yet aware that the light had been turned on, because her eyes were closed in rapture.
Kathy gazed at her mother sucking cock, and the sight pleased her.
Ray visually caressed his wife's voluptuous form, which was curled gracefully on the mattress, her nightgown up around her waist to expose her lovely ass, clad in thin, clinging panties. Ray's cock hardened at the sight.
"Let's join them, sweetheart," he said to his stepdaughter, who had clasped her small hand around his rigid prick.
Paula heard this, and the speaker's identity as well as his words got through to her. She quickly raised her head and turned her guilty eyes toward her husband. But when she saw his cock standing up and saw Ray and Kathy standing side by side, naked, she didn't know what to think.
"You two looked like you were having such a good time that we couldn't resist joining you," Ray said. He added casually, "Kathy and I have done it before, anyway. And so have she and Billy. That's what started this whole thing. But I'll explain it to you later, angel. Now let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?"
He and Kathy got down on the bed beside Paula and Billy. The bed was big, though Kathy had occupied it alone until recently.
Paula began to struggle, but Ray quickly overcame this, stroking her and murmuring gently. He laid her nightie off.
"Suck my cock some more, Mama," Billy begged. "That was so good!"
"Ooh, darling!" Paula cried. "What's going to become of us?"
But whatever the answer was, she evidently wanted it to happen, because she once again threw herself down onto her son's loins and took his wonderful young prick into her mouth.
Ray pulled the pink panties off his wife's ass and drew them down her legs. He helped her position herself on her knees, which had the effect of shoving her beautiful ass high into the air. Her cunt was thrillingly exposed-a luscious pink slash, bordered by silky hairs.
Ray bent down and began to lick her cunt. He worked his eager tongue all over the wiggly, wet, warm flesh. Then he swabbed his tongue up across Paula's lovely little asshole, licking and sucking. He even licked at the puckered hole until her ass opened up and permitted his tongue to gain entry. He fucked his tongue in and out of Paula's asshole, enjoying the acrid taste and faint earthy odor.
The woman went wild. The feel of a tongue stroking in her asshole was totally new to her and magnificently exciting. She felt herself starting to come, and she bit down on her son's hard cock.
This caused Billy to groan with passion, and his cum burst forth, shooting up from his quivering balls and into his mother's sucking mouth. The thick warm jism splashed onto her tongue and slid down her throat. Paula gulped eagerly, and her climax built to even greater heights.
Realizing what was happening, Ray raised his head, gripped his throbbing cock, and moved up behind his wife's ass. He had intended to fuck her in the cunt but was now so carried away that he impulsively poked his prick at her asshole instead.
Thanks to the lubrication which his licking tongue had imparted, and thanks to the wonderful release Paula was now experiencing, the muscles of her little asshole were soft and relaxed. To Ray's great joy the thick, bulging head of his cock slipped into his wife's asshole almost as easily as it would have entered her cunt, and he found himself fucking her lovely, upthrust ass.
Paula loved this new sensation, and she rotated her ass against the man's deep, plunging strokes, taking his long cock deep into her squishy opening. Her asshole spasmed excitedly around Ray's stroking shaft.
Paula raised her head from her son's cock and stared at her daughter's blonde-fringed pussy. Completely carried away by the wild, exotic passion of the moment, she forced her head between Kathy's thighs and began to lick and suck eagerly at the girl's warm, slick, marvelously soft cunt.
Kathy was immensely pleased.
She twisted her body until she could bring her head to her brother's loins, and she gobbled up his limp cock, which was still wet from her mother's sucking. She began to suck and lick Billy's lovely cock.
Watching this, Ray rammed his cock up Paula's ass even harder, until his balls exploded from the pleasure that had been building up within them. His cum shot out through the quivering tube of his prick and into his wife's ass.
Paula came again, her tongue quivering far up in her daughter's pulsing cunt.
Kathy came, and then, with a groan, Billy went off for the second time, and his hot jism splashed down his sister's throat.
Later, after they had discussed what had happened, even Paula was prepared to accept the fact that her children had gained their first sexual experience with each other and that Billy had raped Aunt Maude.
When Kathy explained that her aunt had really enjoyed the act, Paula was faintly disappointed. She had resented Maude ever since their childhood days and had secretly hoped, through all the intervening years, that she would get even some day.
"Well, if she enjoyed herself, why did she take off?" Paula asked.
"She no doubt felt guilty," Ray said. "Enjoying sex is one thing, but accepting it for what it is-that's a more difficult proposition for most people in our culture. It used to be difficult for us-but, thank God, we've overcome it."
Pete had just returned to the house, and he couldn't help noticing what was happening in Kathy's room. He walked in.
"How is everybody?" he asked with a grin. "Never mind. You don't need to tell me. I can see that you're doing fine."
Paula smiled lovingly at her stepson. "I'm sorry, Pete, for the things I thought about you. You're welcome to join us if you'd like."
The young soldier didn't need a second invitation. He quickly threw off his clothes and, by the time he was naked, his cock was erect and eager for action.
And so were the four people on the bed.