Marge closed the front door of her house, and fell back against the hard surface, her head thudding lightly on the large wooden slab. In an effort to dispel the ranging confusion within her, she heaved a full, gut-contracting sigh that ended up more like a growl than a breath.
"Good God, what a day," she mumbled, her voice filled with irony. "Masturbation, and homosexuality – two mortal sins, and ft's not even three o'clock yet. Dear me, what would the folks say?"
The image of her parents suddenly filled her foggy brain. Her mother was standing, tears in her eyes, her arms held out pathetically in abject misery at her daughter's sinful behavior. Her father was laughing lewdly, his tongue hanging out, his hand listing the glowing shaft of his huge cock.
Marge laughed at this surrealistic creation of her taxed mind. "Oh God! I need to talk to someone, and soon. I need hhhheeeeelllppppp!"
At first she was kidding, but soon, the idea of talking to someone began to sound good. But who? Roger is out of the question. Jenny is as confused as I am. And then she remembered her daughter's offer. Of course, Laura! She's into all that psychology stuff. Maybe, just maybe, she can really help.
Feeling encouraged for the first time that day, she quickly climbed the stairs, and approached her daughter's room. As she neared Laura's partially open door, she could detect the sounds of heavy, labored breathing. She sensed immediately that, rather than catching them in some awkward, youthful embrace, she should come back later, but she could not resist the temptation to take one quick peek.
She was not prepared for what she saw.
Fortunately she caught herself before the piercing shriek could escape. Through the open door she could see the sprawling, naked bodies on Laura's bed, the source of their groaning fully revealed to her amazed eyes. They were making love, and Laura's mouth was totally occupied in licking and sucking Larry's swollen cock.
Marge immediately stepped away from the slight opening, and leaned against the wall, carefully avoiding any noise. Her first reaction was shame. She blushed at the embarrassing idea that either one of them might have caught her watching their obscene act.
But this quickly gave way to a rising anger as she realized that it was her daughter in there. The thought of Laura, making love to a man, filled her with a confusion of maternal responsibilities that she had never faced before.
"Good God, what the hell should I do?" she whispered. "Should I go in there? Should I wait? Should she be punished? What the fuck do I do?"
She struggled with the questions, turning each one over and over in her mind until she felt her anger slipping. And now, a new emotion crept in. As she played the picture of her daughter's sinful act in her head, she was suddenly aware of her overwhelming feeling of shock.
Not only was Laura having sex, but she was sucking Larry's cock. At sixteen, her daughter was reveling in an act that she had only tried once or twice in thirty-five years. And God only knows what they're doing now!
It was this last thought that brought on the final, and remaining, emotion: curiosity. Standing where she was, she could hear the guttural moans, broken only by occasional nondescript talking and laughter. She had to know. She had to see what they were doing.
Battling her protesting sense of propriety, she resumed to her position at the door. She bit her lip nervously, and cracked the door slightly wider, giving herself a fuller view of the erotic scene before her. And now she stared uneasily, feeling like an underage adolescent at a peep show.
She could see and hear them both clearly, and felt herself riveted to the raw, innocent passion in front of her. Marge tried hard to appreciate the youthful love scene. She wanted to enjoy the symphonic tones of their low, rhythmic moans, and the gentle play of light across their sweat-soaked bodies, but she could not. Instead, she was stifling yet another scream as she gaped in horror at the new arrangement of their lusting bodies.
Laura was kneeling, her face crushed against the pastel print of the sheet, and her hips held high in the air. Larry was behind her, his knees resting between her widespread legs. His tongue was running in wide circles across her buttocks, pausing only to suck at the quivering, white flesh of her firm, adolescent ass.
"Oh Larry," she moaned, "I love the feel of your tongue there! Oh God, don't stop! Sometimes I think my ass is the most sensitive part of my body… and I love it when your mouth is there."
Her words inflamed him. His hands came up to crush the tight, fleshy pillows of her ass-cheeks, and his tongue slid over, nestling itself into the very top of her deep crack. His nails tore into her taut flesh, his hands opening the twin mounds as far as they would go.
Laura screamed, her body trembling in frantic desire as she felt the tip of his hot tongue skate down the deep furrow, and come to rest an the small, pulsing ring of her anus.
"Ooooooogggghhhhh! God, God Yes!" she cried. "Do it… please! Ream me with your wonderful tongue! Now… NOW. NOW!"
Larry was shaking in the grip of his own passion. He rolled his tongue into a steely cylinder, and drove it into the tight barrier of her rectum. He swirled his moist licker in and out of her, moaning as he felt each thrust climb deeper into the hot channel.
Laura was a quivering mass of sweating flesh. She arched her back fiercely, and spread her legs as far as they could go in an effort to open herself to his reaming mouth. Low animal moans poured steadily from her throat, half from the contortions of her rubbery spine, half from the erotic bliss of his fiery tongue.
By now Marge was totally lost in the sight of the two twisting teenagers. She could see the juices pouring from her daughter's bushy cunt as she jerked in hungry, passionate delight. She watched as Larry's cock bobbed and twitched in anticipation, his pre-cum dripping in long web-like threads onto the bed beneath him.
For Marge, there was no more shock, no more surprise, nothing but the searing hunger of her sexual urges. Her own cunt was a seething river of liquid, triggered by the obscene sight before her.
At this point Larry was unstoppable, a lunatic slave to his frenzied lusts. His face was crushed into her ass, the velvety texture of her mounds rubbing against his cheeks, his tongue spearing maniacally in and out of her burning bowels.
"More, Larry, more," Laura groaned, her body still hungering for further delights. "I need more. Give me your cock… your beautiful cock… I want your cock up my ass!"
The young man finally lifted his face from its blissful chore, and grabbing the massive bulk of his cock, moved up and forward on his knees.
"God I love your body," he groaned, his breath gasping fitfully from his trembling body. "I could eat you, or fuck you forever."
"Yes, yes, do it! Fuck me now, and don't ever stop!"
He placed the bulbous head of his blood engorged prick against the tight muscle of her anus, rubbing it firmly around the tiny, puckering hole. Carefully he inserted his forefinger into her cunt, coating it with hot lubricant, then returning it to her quivering asshole.
He then lowered his hard prick, and pushed his dripping finger into her bowels. He turned the digit, rotating it, smearing the tender inner walls of her rectum with the rich, thick lather of her cunt.
"Uuuuuuuuggghhhh! Yes God, yes! That feels wonderful! So fucking wonderful!"
"I'm glad," he moaned, pushing his finger in all the way. "I'm glad it feels so good… but not as good as my cock will feel… nowhere near as good…"
"Yes, your cock! Show me how your cock feels!"
Larry pulled his finger from her asshole in one motion, and quickly thrust his prick between her cheeks. He taunted her for a moment, pressing lightly, churning his hips, waiting for her hungry muscle to beg. And then suddenly in one violent motion he shoved his cock all the way up her tight asshole.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhh!"
Marge could not believe it. The breath gasped into her chest, and her stomach contracted in sympathy. For a second she was frightened for Laura. Scared that this young muscular boy was killing her daughter with his cock. But the feeling passed when she saw her child's body begin writhing in ecstasy, her voice screaming out her bliss.
"Oooohhh fuck yyyeeeeesss! Harder, harder! Tear me apart with your huge prick… rip me open!"
On and on they churned, Laura driving her hips back and forth to meet his every thrust, swallowing the length of his throbbing cock. Her fingers clutched desperately at the corners of her bed, giving her the leverage to slam her ass against his wiry crotch.
He reached down and began rubbing his finger furiously across her glistening, pink clit, and the tiny erect bud bounced like a punching bag as his finger sent wave after wave of electric pleasure skipping through her heaving body.
"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed. "Rub it! Rub my clit till I cum! Rub my clit and pound your huge cock into my ass harder, HARDER!"
Marge had never seen such raw, blatant sex. Nor had she ever heard it cried so loudly and freely from the mouths of the lovers. Her own body shook as she felt each thrust, each hard jab as though it were her own body on the bed. Her head pounded in impassioned lust, and she desperately fought the urge to tear at her own seething pussy. As she watched the two bodies, lost in the blinding rage of their sex, her eyes jumped from her daughter's flushed face, grimacing in painful delight, to the hard, beautifully muscled body of the young man. Her gaze locked on his rippling, corded frame as he drove his massive cock in and out of the girl's twitching anus. The sight drew from Marge a chorus of moans, loud enough to be heard were it not for Laura's growling voice.
"Oh God, it's comin oooohhh Larry, fuck me hard! As hard as you can! Split my ass, and pull my clit till it comes off! I'm almost there… God… GOD… GOD!"
The two lovers were going crazy, their moans and groans became almost indistinguishable from the short, clipped, lusting phrases that spat from their rasping throats.
Their firm battering thrusts disintegrated into chaotic jabs of frantic movement. Laura's young body twisted and jerked, her ample tits slapping together loudly as Larry poured every ounce of his adolescent strength into his hips. His ass muscles knotted fiercely as he stabbed his raging cock deep into the burning chamber of her bowels, his finger drumming incessantly on her screaming clit.
"Oh God,Larry! Llaaaaarrrryyyyyyyyy!"
"Yes, yes, now… nnooooowww!"
"Aaaaaaaannnggggghhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!"
The next few minutes were a violent gale of screams and lashing bodies. The orgasms bunt upon them, accompanied by the loud applause of flesh clapping against flesh. Larry's convulsing body crashed down on Laura's back as his cock blasted the sewing load of his cum into her in gush after ripping gush.
For a few seconds she held him up, her own body heaving and flailing as the forces of her climax blew through her cunt, and poured in flooding steams down the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs. Finally she crumbled and fell to the bouncing bed, his helpless body a giant, stony weight above her, and the two lovers lay there, twitching the final spasms of their ecstasy.
Marge stumbled from the open doorway, and propped her perspiring body against the wall. With her heart pounding in her chest, and the echoes of their voices still ringing in her brain, she almost failed to recognize the deep-throated call of her daughter's voice.
"If you're through watching, Mother, why don't you come in?"
Oh Christ! They'd seen her. She was trapped. Marge froze in the horror of discovery. She had no idea what to say or do, and the combined forces of her sudden shock and lingering passion rendered her helpless. Trusting to fate, she burst into the room, and waited for some instinct to guide her.
The young people lay side by side on the small bed, their bodies boldly exposed to her confused gaze. Their young faces, still flushed with the excitement of their heated encounter, stared at her, wondering what her first move would be.
Deciding that a good offense was the best defense, Marge plunged in, putting every bit of anger and motherly indignation in her voice that she possibly could.
"Laura Sommers! What do you think you are doing?"
"Fucking," she giggled. "Why? What did it look like I was doing?"
"You know what it looked like, young lady! Oh God, Laura, why… why?"
"Because I like it! It feels good! It feels great!" She paused a second to let an evil grin curl the corners of her lips. "I'll bet it looked good too. How did it look Mom? Did you get excited? Was it fun to watch?"
"No! I mean… I just… I didn't want to barge in, I… I… Look, don't change the subject. I'm telling you right now, Laura, you're never going to do this again, ever! Not until you're married!"
"Wrong!" she snapped. "I don't intend to get married for a long time, and I intend to have a lot of sex, with a lot of different people… in a lot of ways… every way I can get it! I don't intend to end up a frustrated, horny wife like you. Staring at some couple in a bedroom and fingering my own cunt."
The words cut through Marge's gut like a knife. Her hands trembled as the cruel half-truths of her daughter's defiant speech burned into her brain. Unconsciously, motivated only by the consuming desire to lash out at her attacker, she crossed the snail space of floor, and slapped Laura viciously across the face.
But rather than silencing the girl, the cruel blow seemed to open the flood gates as her words flowed out in one long, bitter stream of accusations.
"Go ahead, hit me. It won't change the fact that you're a prude. A dried up, withering PRUDE! Just because you're scared of any sex that's not strictly missionary, don't get on my back. I love to fuck! Maybe if you loved it more Daddy wouldn't have to go running out of town, and chase every piece of exciting ass. Shit, with your attitude I don't blame him for not fucking you!"
For Marge, this was just one blow too many. She collapsed onto the edge of the bed, an entire day's worth of tears spilling unchecked down her cheeks. Oh God, she thought. She's right. The little bitch is light!
She was hardly aware of the strong male arms that now encircled her. All she knew was they were offering comfort, and she accepted them gladly.
Even when his lips pressed against her, she returned the affections, grateful for the sympathy it carried. It was not until his tongue streaked out, searching tentatively the soft inner warmth of her mouth, and his hand came to rest on the full, round swell of her tit, that the sexual purpose of his gentle caresses became evident.
But she did not care. Whether it was the small flame of passion that still burned from having watched them, or the years of having no flame at all, or the horrible truth of Laura's remarks, or the desire for revenge, or all these things, Marge now found herself returning his gestures ardently, totally unaware of the two children's, quiet whispers.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Laura?" Larry asked.
"Yes! It's just what she needs. Don't you want to?"
"I've just never fucked anyone's mother before."
"Well, you will now. Let me help you get her undressed."
While Laura removed her mother's clothing, Larry's hands worked across Marge's soft, pulsing breasts. The sight and feel of her huge tits, their stiff nipples jutting out from fleshy areolas, brought his cock to instant, twitching erection.
His fingers began to work at her already rigid buds, bringing gasps of pleasure from Marge's throat as he gently rolled the turgid tips of her nipples. She seemed to be in a daze, her body rolling in long, fluid gyrations that matched his kneading pressure.
By now Laura had the woman naked, and Larry's eyes took in the perfection of her firm womanly flesh. All doubts about what he was doing fled at the sight of her rounded body squirming beneath him. The curly, blond vee of her cunt seemed to cry out in invitation as he watched the tiny trickle of juices leak from the pink folds of her pussy.
Gradually her fogged brain cleared, allowing the reality of what was happening to drift in, and as his tongue jabbed fiercely into her pulsing cunt, she moaned out her response.
"No… you shouldn't… you… can't… I… I mustn't! IIiiiieeeeeeeeee!"
And now she was thrusting up, trying to impale her hunger-ridden pussy on his feverishly licking tongue. She could feel his face pressing into her hot, running hole, as her muscles opened and closed around his firm, probing organ.
Larry accepted each heaving thrust with a hard surge of his cock-like tongue. Slowly he began moving up and circling the throbbing, pearly tip of her clit. The low groans dragged from her throat as he wagged his firm licker frantically back and forth over the tender pebble.
"Oooooohh Goooooddddd! God!" she cried. "I've never felt anything… Oh Christ! Lick me! Harder, hhaaaarrrdddeeeeeerrrrrrr!"
Her cunt blossomed open, and the hot juices streamed down the boy's face, masking him in her honeyed sweetness. His tongue increased its furious lashing, nipping her clit, then switching to dive into her pussy, climbing the depths of her dark channel.
Marge's ass bounced frantically on the bed, her thighs clamping tightly around the young man's head. Her cunt was a devouring animal, clawing hungrily at his pleasure-giving face, smothering him in her raw, naked passion.
"Oh God! It's… mmmmmm… I'm going to… to… to… I'm… I'm… cccoooooommmmmiiiinnnnggggg!"
And then she was whipping around, her body a frenzy of orgasmic reaction. Spasm after spasm convulsed her, and her screams vibrated the tiny room as her pussy gushed forth the torrential juices of her climax. Larry lapped furiously, swallowing the sweet passion brew in huge, sucking gulps.
On and on she heaved, pouring her cum into his thirsty mouth, until the last electrifying jolt of her orgasm had finally passed. Then, with one final soul-wrenching sigh, she released her grip on the boy's head, and collapsed in a satisfied heap, her mind drifting into unconsciousness.