"Let me propose a toast," Bob bellowed, his paper cup held high. "To Melissa Dansin, in celebration of one year of brilliant service at Personalities magazine."
"Hear, hear!" she cried, and banged his cup with her own.
The two figures paused to chug the cold duck in one long swig, laughing as it bubbled up to run down the sides of Melissa's face.
Melissa was happy. Bob had completely surprised her with his celebration, it was a gorgeous May afternoon, and she was beginning to feel, the effects of the alcohol. She just could not seem to stop giggling, and of course Bob was no help.
Not even the appearance of Murdock could dampen her good spirits. "Hi, Ralphie, join the party."
But there was something different, almost frightening about him as he approached Melissa.
"Pallbrook wants to see you," he said, his voice totally flat.
The complete lack of any emotion in Murdock's tone haunted Melissa as she walked the corridors and entered Pallbrook's office.
"Hello, Miss Dansin. Sit down," he beamed. "Hello, sir. You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I have good news for you, so I won't waste any words. The board has decided that it would be a pretty good idea to make you head supervisor of the Special Assignments Division, so they have."
For several seconds she just stared, her mouth open in disbelief.
"Well, you want it?" he chuckled.
"What about. Murdock?"
"Well, we offered him another position, but he refused it. To be blunt, he said he'd rather quit than be pushed out by a woman."
"I see." Suddenly she jumped up. "Thank the board. I accept. I know I should say something, but please excuse me – I want to try to catch Murdock."
She bolted front the office and ran back to her desk. As she entered the room, Bob was standing in complete confusion.
"Where's Murdock?" she asked.
"Gone. He just packed up his desk and split. What the hell is going on?"
Melissa explained the sudden turn of events to Bob as he listened intently. Once she had finished, he bunt into excited laughter.
"God damn! That's great! You're going to be my boss. Look, this calls for a real celebration. Why don't you come over tonight and have dinner with Mom and me? I've wanted you to meet her anyway."
"Okay," she said, her whole body lighting up with Bob's enthusiasm. "It sounds like fun."
She arrived at Bob's near North Side apartment around seven o'clock. He met her at the door, and escorted her into a small, neat, one-bedroom flat.
Bob's mother, Anita, came out from the kitchen to greet her. Melissa was shocked by her first view of the woman. She was forty-one years old, but looked like she was thirty-one. She possessed a beautiful, very earthy face, topped with long, free-hanging black hair.
Everyone hit it off very well, and the evening got off to a good start as congratulatory drinks were passed around. The mood built quickly, and Melissa was soon basking in the warm glow of success, friendship, and good wine.
Throughout the dinner, Melissa kept marveling at Bob's mother. She kept wondering what it was in their relationship that could possibly have produced a gay son. Anita did not seem to possess any of that domineering, manipulative quality that Duane's mother had. She was quite the opposite, very free-spirited, and seemed to have a respectful, deep friendship with Bob.
But Melissa had more surprises coming. After diner Anita proved to be even more startling. She was totally modern in her beliefs, a nudist, a proponent of free love, and finally Melissa was to learn, a dope-smoker.
"Just a little something to relax us, and help us get to know each other better," she said, passing the joint around for each one to inhale.
For a while they laughed and joked, until finally the soft euphoric mist of the marijuana settled over them. The room grew silent. Now all that was heard was the soft, sensual strains of jazz filling the room. Between the drinks, the grass, and the music, Melissa began to feel a growing awareness of her body as she swayed rhythmically to the mellow jazz sounds. Apparently she was not the only one because Anita was the first to break the silence.
"Melissa, would you mind if I undressed?"
"Mother!" Bob cried.
"Bob, I don't think shell mind," she said, her hand stroking her son's hair. "You see, Melissa, we usually walk around naked. We really only dress for company, but I feel a closeness with you. Do you mind?"
Melissa quickly adjusted from the initial shock, and began to like the idea. "No. Why don't we all do it?"
"Melissa, are you sure that…" but Bob never got to finish.
Both ladies were up and naked in seconds, with him soon joining.
Melissa was once again amazed as she took in the pure sexual magnificence of Anita's body. Her stomach was flat and firm, with only a few stretch marks to announce her as a mother. She had full, flaring hips, and a pair of firmly hanging, sensuous tits that were beautifully veined and rounded under her large nipples.
For a while longer Melissa sat absorbing the music, but somehow being there naked with two other people filled her with a feeling of freedom and openness. The mood washed over her until she finally developed the courage to talk to Bob about his secret. She was certain his naked body could hide nothing from her.
"Bob, I just want you to know that I know what you've been hiding from."
"What do you mean?" he said, a slight look of discomfort creeping over his face.
"I mean your sex life. I know what it is you're into, and I want you to know I don't care."
Bob and Anita quickly exchanged looks. "How did you find out?" he asked, unable to hide his shock.
"I was with another gay friend of mine a few months ago, and… I don't know… I just sort of figured it out."
"Another gay. You mean you think…"
Suddenly both of them were rolling in laughter that took several minutes to, subside. That was all the time it took for the mood of the room to radically change.
"Shall we tell her, Bob?" Anita asked, her eyes now glowing with a fire that the secret had somehow sparked. "Shall we tell your friend what you're hiding?"
"I don't know," he replied, his eyes returning the glow. "What do you think?"
"I think we should show her." Anita's hand now began working over her stomach in soft circles, the ends of her fingers rubbing gently across the firm whiteness of her belly.
"Mom, please. Let's just tell her."
But Anita was not listening. She was being motivated by some force that seemed too great for her to control. Her hands were moving across her breasts, cupping the giant tits, crushing them together and then separating, inhaling deeply as the large jugs dropped proudly to her raised chest. Her breaths were coming longer, and deeper.
"No, Bob – let's show hers," she said, rising from the couch. "We'll have to or she'll never believe us."
Anita now moved to him, holding her tits before her like two purple-tipped globes. She squeezed them again in her hands, forcing the hard nipples to stand out like two tiny spikes. Slowly she pulled her son's face into them, weaving them from side to side to give him the hill feeling of their tremendous size and weight.
"Please show her, Bob. Show her the secret of your sex life."
"Mother, I just don't think…"
She pushed due of the large globes into his mouth, its bulk flattening when his mouth pressed down on the nipple. She snugged closer to him on the floor as he sucked loudly at the massive offering.
Melissa sat staring, not entirely sure of what their actions meant. She could see Anita's pussy hotly secreting juices, her butt squirming sensually on the floor.
"Don't worry, Bobby," she mewed, her half-lidded eyes probing into his. "She's your friend. She won't mind. She cares for you."
She spread her thighs open, and moved them around to circle his. She took his unsure hand, sliding it over her belly, and placed it on the soft mound of her cunt.
The touch of his hand made her quiver with delight. She pressed it hard into her trembling twat.
"Oh, Son, that's so good. I love you touching me there. I love the feel of your hand on my pussy."
She began to revolve her cunt over the firm heel of his hand, rolling it over her rigid clitoris in tantalizing lift le circles that made her breath come faster and faster. Her entire frame trembled as the frenzy of desire grew in her aching body.
Bob's reluctance faded. His groin was beginning to burn with the feel of his mother's flesh. His cock had climbed to its full size, and was jerking in response to her firm manipulations.
Suddenly Melissa understood. His secret was not homosexuality, it was incest. She rebelled momentarily. She felt what she was watching was wrong, but her mind was too lost in the moment to form any course of action.
She was also surrendering to the stimulation, the thrill that watching something forbidden brings. She stared spellbound as Anita brought her mouth to Bob's, her lips open wide. A fiery passion seemed to course through him at the contact of his mother's nibbling mouth.
He began to tremble. Her cunt under his hand seemed like a burning glove. Her hot, wet tongue flashed into his mouth, meeting his own tongue in a swirling embrace.
Bob's cock pulsed with desire, his balls aching as her hand went down to one knee. The extreme pleasure radiated from him as Anita's hand rose higher and higher on his willing thigh.
Melissa was captured by the scene. Anita's every move seemed to her to be filled with a special touch – a mothers touch – totally different from any lover. She could almost feel it as the woman's hands ran frantically over her son's body, kneading and molding the taut thighs. Bob's tongue was now thrust deeply into her open mouth, bringing large moans as the saliva merged in both their mouths. By now Bob was totally lost in the enchantment of his mother's hot passion. Any reluctance had vanished as both partners lost all awareness of their gazing quest.
Melissa could see the love he possessed, the adoration, even worship, of the woman who had given him life. His arms tightened convulsively around his mother, the all-consuming desire of his driving emotion spiraling hotly through his being.
"Touch me," Anita begged. "Smother me in your love. I want to feel you in my cunt again. Fill me with the body of my own creation."
Bob's hand now roamed at will over the resilient bulk of his mother's flesh. They held tightly, his hand resting on the pressed cushion of her tit. He pinched the nipples into full, hard erection as his tongue fused with hers in a wild, hot kiss that burned with lusting desire.
His mother's eager hand moved up his thigh, and found its way between his legs to the aching bulge of his cock. She began running her hand up and down the firm tool in gentle, but demanding strokes, sweeping down to caress the quivering sac of his balls.
Bob was overwhelmed with the total passion of his mother's touch. Agonizing animal groans of need and pleasure poured from his heaving chest.
"Oh, Bob, it's so big!" she cried, her thumb squeezing the bloated cock-head with thrilling lust.
"It's so damn big, and I love it. I love you. I want to kiss your cock, and handle it like I did when you were a baby."
"Yes, I want you to. Please… yes. Take it in your mouth! Suck my cock!"
By now Melissa was sensing her own sexual hunger. She felt a twisting pain of need spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen tits. Her breathing became labored as her hand worked its way down to her seething cunt, and began pushing, her ass-cheeks squirming at the thrill of her own fingers.
Bob continued massaging his mother's jugs, and showered hot kisses into her hair and neck as her head slowly lowered on his body. Her tongue dragged down in slow sweeps that covered his chest and stomach in a glistening trail of saliva.
Her right hand grabbed the tip of his rock-hard prick while she worked across the soft underbelly with the nails of her left hand. Up and down she went, the soft tickling of her hands treating him to wave after wave of erotic sensation.
Satisfied with his groans of tormented bliss, she lowered her hand to caress the sperm-bloated young balls. Her passion-hazed eyes stared down lovingly at the huge palpitating shaft of her son's cock. The quivering head glinted wetly from the tiny ooze of pre-cum seeping from its point.
Anita panted with hot excitement as she moved her head downward. Lower and lower she went, until her face was only an inch above the head of Bob's jerking cock. She opened her mouth, allowing the tip of her tongue to almost touch the head of the rigid shaft.
Bob went crazy when he saw his mother's beautiful face so close to his horny prick.
"Now… Oh, God… now! Suck it! Suck it!" he yelled, and shoved upward with his hips.
His prick slid sharply between the moist lips, her tongue closing in to gently massage the rubbery tip of his cock-head. She gratefully sucked the bittersweet tang of his trickling pre-cum.
"Yes!" she cried in total bliss. "It's good. God, your cum tastes so sweet, so good. Your cock is so firm and lovely to suck."
She swirled her tongue around and around the tiny cum-slit, lapping up all the juices he could secrete. He groaned his reply, his fingers knotting into her dark hair as the electric shock of her moist, hot tongue threatened to bring his balls to instant explosion. He thrust upward again and again, ramming the length of his huge dick over her tongue and down the soft inner flesh of her throat.
Her mouth stroked faster over the ridge of his shaft, one hand clasping the base of his cock and pumping it in short, quick, rising squeezes. Her other hand weaved frantically, the long fingernails flailing through the tiny hairs of his aching ball-sac.
Across the room Melissa was getting hotter with each passing second. The whole shock of the incestuous pleasure before her had vanished. Her hand was working feverishly at the sopping gash of her cunt.
She was so lost in the whole spirit of incest that images of her father's naked body were streaming through her mind. She was filled with the burning curiosity to taste her father's cock, to blow him like Anita was blowing Bob, to taste his parental love in the free, expansive expression of sex.
She was also not immune to the pure lusting sensation of the view before her. Her session with Glenda Belson had turned her on to women, and she watched hungrily as the juices from the overflowing bounty of Anita's cunt slithered down her thighs. Her feelings for Bob also ran rampant as she witched the glorious might of his cock disappear into Anita's wanton mouth.
It was all she could to keep from joining in. She groaned with insane lust as she pushed all four fingers of her hand into her steaming box. When the swelling sensation of her full pussy vibrated through her body, she pulled down with her thumb, grasping at the swollen button of her clit.
Her body trembled, its passion being swept along by the cries and moans of the lovemaking duo before her.
Anita had settled into a rhythm, sucking up and down on her son's hard prick. With each stroke she would take all of his pulsing cock into her hot, sucking throat, then alternate on her upswing to work demonically on the tight bulb of his prick-head.
With the tiny point of her tongue she would part the opening of his fiery rod, widening it, sucking more of the dripping juice into her mouth.
The pure bliss of this movement would arch Bob's body, driving his hips up to thrust his cock even deeper into the channel of her hungry gullet. He was nearly screaming in agonized pleasure as he tore at his mother's swaying tits, his hand grabbing mindlessly at the dangling mounds.
Anita's own hand was now working at her cunt, pulling the soft flesh, working to make herself cum with him. She lodged the hard knuckles of her fist into her dripping crack, and clamped her legs hard over it. She rubbed rhythmically with her churning thighs, her knuckles dragging and battering her quivering clit.
The feel of her hand in her own box drove Anita to even greater heights. She sucked even more wildly at his cock, her head coming down even harder into his lap as her legs worked against the hard knuckles.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, blanking out all awareness from her mind, but the feel of her son's rampaging prick. Her head, bobbed up and down at frenzied speed. She swallowed all of his cock, its massive length thumping into the far reaches of her throat spiraling her ever upward in her intensity.
Her lips and nose pressed against the wiry bristles of her son's crotch hairs with each downstroke. Her nostrils inhaled the masculine odor of his musky genitals, urging her on to even greater speed.
Melissa looked on, her mind a passionate blank as the scene before her carried her over the brink of sanity. She was more than just an observer, she was a participant, responding in complete empathy to the two writhing figures. She was like three different people.
Her right hand was with Anita, tearing at her own cunt, her body moving in exact imitation of the woman's passionate bucking. Her groans poured out to mingle with the woman's as she felt the same building explosion of her nearing orgasm.
Her left hand was with Bob, pulling at her nipples, tearing at the jerking mounds of tit-flesh, crushing them in fierce attack as the waves of delight soared from her crotch to sweep over her in all-consuming waves.
The rest was Melissa, lost in the insane pleasure of the whole experience as it bombarded all her senses.
"Oh, shit, I've got to come!" Bob screamed. "I can't go any longer, Mother! It feels too good, I can't hold it off any longer!"
"Please come! Come! Fill me with it! Pour your sweet juice into me, and let me swallow it! Let me taste your beautiful, wonderful cream! Warm my belly with it."
"Yes, it's here… it's… it's ssshhiiiiiiiit!"
Suddenly he was there. He jammed his hips upward, burying his cock deep in his mom's clasping throat. She screamed out her joy in one long animal cry as the first hot spurts of jizz shot from the pulsing hole in his hotly flared cock-head. His sperm spewed out to inundate her sucking mouth, geysering madly from his jerking body to sweetly fill her.
Her throat tightened and loosened as inexhaustible torrents of his burning, salty fuck-juice gushed over her swallowing tongue. She gulped desperately to keep from choking on the hot cream. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed again as the spunk streamed like a miniature river down into her belly.
Anita's own orgasm came next. She gurgled and squealed around the spurting rod, still swallowing his never-ending flow of cum. The wild rapturous release surged through her, causing her to suck even harder at Bob's spitting cock as she reached a height so dizzying it threatened to rob her of her consciousness.
And Melissa was right there with them. Her own orgasm was brought on by the powerful friction she had been applying to her cunt, and the sight of their twisting bodies screaming out the insane bliss of their climaxes. Her head swam as the blasting heat poured over her, flaming out through every sweating pare in her body, bringing to her the full culmination of her wanton watching of their incestuous love.
Slowly the three pulsing bodies came to rest. Anita slowly lifted her head from her son's gradually withering cock. She let the tool slide wetly and loudly from her smiling, satisfied lips.
"Bob," she sighed, "I love you so much. I'd do anything to make you happy. Are you satisfied? Was it good for you?"
"Yes, perfect." And the room fell into silence.
All three of them lay spent and happy on the living-room floor, unable to do anything after experiencing such total, blissful release. It was several minutes before Bob could find the strength to speak.