Now Peg was in more of a quandary than ever. It was a great relief to know and be able to face the truth about Clark, but she had her own secrets now. How could she tell Bill about her relationship with her son, and her new taste for her own sex? She didn't intend to give up cunt-sucking.
The thought of having a man again appealed to her, although now that her son was fulfilling her sexual needs, that was less important. But she loved Bill. She always had and now there was no reason to hide from him.
The only thing to do was go to Bill and tell him
everything. Then, if he didn't want her, she would still have Jim. And she would make it clear to him that if he did want her, he would have to take her as he found her-an incestuous lesbian. She decided to go to him that night.
She couldn't remember ever being so nervous as she was when she drove to Bill's apartment. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands trembled so violently that she could hardly steer the car. She parked in front of his building and forced herself to get out of the car immediately, before she lost her nerve. As she rode the elevator up to his floor, she had to lean against the wall to steady herself.
"Peg, honey," he said, "I'm so glad you came so soon.
She had told him she would be over to tell him how she felt about the whole business, but she knew that he didn't expect to hear what she was about to tell him.
"You have to hear a few things, Bill," she said. "Things that you might not like."
She saw his face darken. He asked her if she wanted a drink and she said she did. It would be a good idea to sit down and have a drink and pull herself together before laying her perversions out for Bill to see. They sat across from each other in two easy chairs and sipped their drinks.
Finally, Peg said.
"Bill if we're going to get together in any way there an a few things you have to know about."
He stared at her and she felt that it was going to be difficult for her to tell this man, who had chased her husband away for being perverted, that she was perverted too.
"I…I've done things that you should know about," she said.
Bill looked puzzled and worried. Peg took a deep breath and continued.
"You know, it hasn't been easy living without a man all these years, and I've had to get my satisfaction where I could."
"Peg" Bill interrupted. "I don't expect you to be a saint. We're all human."
"But you don't understand, Bill," she blurted. "I've been sleeping with Jim. I've been fucking my own son."
She trembled. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair so hard her knuckles were white, and her face showed the tremendous strain of her confession. Bill looked at her without a trace of expression on his face.
"Is that all?" he asked. "You act as if that's some sort of crime. Well, I guess it is, but, well you know what I mean. This is the twentieth century. It's no big deal."
Peg couldn't believe that he took the news so calmly. She wasn't sure he understood her.
"I'm a lesbian, too," she said
"Well you're not only a lesbian. You like to fuck men, too, obviously. I like a woman who swings both ways."
Peg was floored. The best she'd hoped for would be his forgiveness and a chance to explain how she'd gotten into those practices, but he seemed to think it was all perfectly fine.
"But you made Clark leave town for being a pervert," she said.
"No I didn't. Not for being a pervert, Peg. For being a blackmailer and a sadist." Bill stood and began walking around the room with his drink in his hand. He was wearing a sport coat and shirt, no tie and his shirt was opened halfway down his chest. He looked so handsome that Peg could hardly restrain herself from running into his arms, but this had to be straightened out first.
"Look, Peg, don't get me wrong. I'm not a goodie-goodie, or a moralist. Clark and I got interested in certain things while we were roommates at college. We fucked a lot of women, and then began getting into some pretty kinky things." He glanced at her to see if she understood. "We had a few orgies, we fucked lesbians and watched them doing some weird things with each
other. It was fun, but no one got hurt. Do you understand?"
Peg nodded her head. She had gotten slot of shocks lately, but she didn't seem to be getting used to them. She had to concentrate very bbd to understand.
"Welt" Bill continued. "When we came home and Clark married you, I thought that stuff was behind us. But I found that it was a habit lint wasn't easy to break. I kept looking for kinky pleasures, and so did Clark. But we went our own ways. I couldn't keep doing those things with Clark any more because he was married to you, and I was so jealous that it spoiled everything. But that's not the only reason. Clark seemed to lose control of himself, like I told you, he began blackmailing women and forcing them to do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do."
Bill walked over to her and knelt don. "I never asked anyone to do anything that they didn't want to do, Peg. And I'm sure you never did either.'
Peg understood what he was saying. No, she had never done anything that hurt anyone. There was only pleasure for everyone involved in her perversions.
"Then do you still…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
"I fuck a lot of women, Peg and sometimes I
fuck a few at a time, And sometimes I have a few chicks making it and I just watch or take pictures and jerk off I do all those things, Peg, but I've
never hurt a soul."
Peg felt a happiness welling up in her. It took a while for her to comprehend all the strange, new information, but it was beginning to look like she and Bill could get together and share their perverted delights. They could have their pussy and eat it too.
"Oh, Bill," she cried suddenly, and threw herself into his waiting arms:
The guilt and secrecy that had been weighing her down began to subside. They kissed and squeezed their bodies together so tightly that they couldn't breathe.
"Let's get married, Peg. We'll be so happy together, and we can keep on having all the pleasure we can find and we can have it together."
"Yes, Bill. Yes, yes, yes," she moaned as she gasped for air "I can't wait to tell Jim," she said. "He'll be so glad, especially when he knows that he won't have to give me up as a fucking partner.
There was a knock at the door. It was an angry knock, and Bill went to open the door while Peg mopped up her tears and pulled herself together.
When Bill opened the door, Jim came
walking in the scorn.
"Jim!" Peg gasped. "What are you doing hew?"
"I came to find out what's going on," he said. "You've both been up to something, and I've been left in the dark. I happen to have an interest in what happens to my mother, you know."
"Yes, you're right, dear," Peg said to him. "I haven't been keeping you informed. But I've been so confused lately. It wasn't until tonight that I felt that I know what's happening myself."
"We have some good news for you, Jim," Bill said.
"Jim. Bill and I are going to get married," Peg said. She saw the look of shock on the boy's face. She knew what he was afraid of and she had to put him at ease. "Bill knows about us, honey, and he understands."
Jim looked like he was about to cry, but he just stood there staring back and forth from his mother to his future stepfather.
"Jim," Bill started speaking in soft tones. "Your mother and I were just talking about our sexual lives. It seems we both have some unusual tastes. I'm not taking her away from you; well share, and well share with others too. Now, you're grown up and I think you understand Don't you!"
Now it was Jim's turn to be surprised. Things
were going so fast. He was eighteen, and his sex life was getting so complicated that he wasn't even sure he understood it. He dropped into a chair and thought.
As he mulled over Bill's words, he found that he couldn't find a thing about the plan that he didn't like. He was going to get a fattier, keep a mother as his lover and get. a crack at a lot of new experiences. He began to feel much better.
There was another knock on the door. When bill opened it Peg heard a familiar voice.
"Clair," Peg yelled and ran over to the woman who'd introduced her to the joys of lesbianism.
"Peg," Clair cried with equal enthusiasm as they threw their arms around each other.
"So you know each other," Bill said.
"Yes, Clair taught me to suck pussy," Peg said. Then she remembered that Jim was there. She looked at the boy. He didn't seem too startled though. After all, he must expect anything from his mother by now.
Bill made a drink for Clair and told her that she was the first to hear his announcement. He told her
that he and Peg were getting married. Clair seemed thrilled. They toasted the marriage and downed a few quick drinks. They were warming up fast, and Clair suggested that to celebrate, they have an org right away.
They all agreed, and Clair made a few phone calls to invite some more friends. Jim asked if he could invite a few of his friends too. Then Peg and Bill made a call or two.
When Bill hung up the phone, he saw that Clair was making a big fuss over Jim. She had him on the couch and was kissing and grabbing him. For such a young kid, he seemed to be handling the situation very well. He grabbed at Clair's tits and kissed-her back like a real stud. Peg went to the couch and sat on the other side of her son and dipped her hands up his shirt.
Bill went to the couch and joined in, putting his hands on Peg's tits from behind and kissing the back of her neck. Now that he knew that she would be his forever, it was even more fan feeling her huge tits. He undid a few buttons so he could get his hands inside and hold-the warm, smooth akin that encased those beauties.
Jim didn't think he'd ever kissed anyone like Clair before. Her lips were so soft and alive. She opened her mouth and sucked his tongue in. Jim we getting hotter than he could, ever remember
getting by just kissing. Clair put her hand on the boy's neck, giving him the benefit of her long years of sensual caresses. He couldn't wait to tear into her twat, and the thought that his mother would be there to watch made it seem too incredible to be true.
Peg was still snuggling up to Jim's back as he kissed Clair. Jim felt his mother's mammoth tits pressing on his back as Clair's smaller, but very nice, tits spread over his chest, It seemed strange to feel Bill's hands on his back as the man fondled his mother's tits, but he knew that there were a lot of new experiences waiting for him.
Clair slipped out of Jim's embrace and began undressing. She wasn't putting on a show like Mrs. Nerdak had, but she undressed in a way that made Jim drool. When she pulled off her blouse, he saw a bra like he'd only seen in his magazines. It was black and lacy and there were holes where her nipples were. He wondered if she had dressed especially for the evening at Bill's, or if she always wore things like that.
While he watched her strip, Jim felt his mother reach around him. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hands slid down his stomach to his lap. She felt the stiff prick as it pushed its form out on his pants. Jim shivered and looked over his shoulder at his mother, and saw that she was
watching Clair undress too. So was Bill.
Peg unfastened Jim's pants and pulled his cock out. It stretched out high above the kid's lap.
"Oh, my, what a fabulous prick!" Clair said as she pulled down her tight-fitting slacks. Her undies were as outlandish as her bra.
As soon, as she was nude, Clair dropped to her knees in front of Jim's throbbing pole. Jim saw her eyes move as she looked up and down the tool, then reached out and wrapped a hand around it. He felt proud of his big cock. Chair took her hands off the prick long enough to tug Jim's pants off him. As she did that, he pulled off his shirt.
Peg had to let her boy go so she could undress and give some attention to Bill who had already undressed. Clair had come back to her examination of Jim's equipment. After looking at the cock, she lifted his balls and felt their tremendous weight. Jim looked down and watched as she lowered her head and gave him a lick with her long tongue under the sac of nuts.
Clair began nibbling her way up Jim's prick. Every time she gave the shaft a lick or playful bite, Jim jumped with a pang of pleasure. When he felt her mouth take the swollen head in, he sighed with lustful passion, Clair ran her tongue all around the pecker-head as Jim shook in response.
With his prick being taken care of, Jim looked over at his mother. Bill was just pulling off her panties. He held them to his face and breathed in the odor of her wet cunt, then be dropped to his knees between Peg's legs. Mother and son were sitting on the couch, and each had a lover between their legs who was taking care of their crotch. Peg watched Clair eating her son, while Jim watched Bill dive into his mother's muff.
There was a knock at the door, and Bill took his mouth from Peg's twat long enough to yell come in. He stuffed his face back into the hairy crotch before the door opened. Jim saw two fantastic-looking chicks walk in and he noticed their eyes light up when they saw the action. The two girls, one a curly-haired redhead with freckles and a slim body, the other black-haired and solid, began to pull their clothes off immediately as they said hello. It gave Jim a nice show to watch while he was getting his cock sucked.
When the two chicks were naked, they walked over to the couch and seemed to merge with the people already there. Bill took his mouth from Peg's cunt again to introduce the new chicks. They were Jane and Rhonda, but Jim wasn't sure which was which. The redhead sidled up to him and took one of his hands to her cunt. Jim found her wet and ready, so he slipped a few
lingers up her pussy.
The black-haired chick lay down in front of the couch and began giving bill head as he continued to eat Peg's cunt. Jim couldn't believe he was part of that weird scene.
Clair was sucking him to ecstasy. She was able, to take his prick surprisingly far down her throat. It must be reaching halfway down to her stomach, Jim thought as her nose approached his pubic curls. It felt great to have his cock swallowed; her throat yanked on his prick and it was a unique experience.
He was playing with that redhead's cunt and she was moaning in pleasure. The faster Clair sucked his prick, the more vigorously Jim fingered the pussy. He didn't want to be the first to come, and he hurried to bring the redhead off. He pulled her within tit-sucking distance and gobbled up her stiff nipple, while she grabbed at Peg's enormous knockers.
There was another knock at the door. Peg was moaning in orgasmic ecstasy so Bill couldn't take his face from her muff, but he jerked his thumb at the door in a sign that someone else should let them in.
"Come in." Jim yelled. He had to take his mouth away from that tit he was sucking, but that wasn't important. He was about to grab the tit
again with his mouth when he saw Tom and Chuck walk in. They both stopped in their tracks when they saw what was-going on. The couch was almost hidden behind a solid mass of flesh.
Jim felt like a hero with his buddies there staring, mouths gaping, at the proceedings. They slowly approached the fucking, sucking people as if they hadn't seen human beings before. Well, they had never seen people engaged like that and it was startling to a couple of horny, young kids. They seemed to catch on all of a sudden and began tearing their clothes off. When they were naked with their cocks leading the way, they approached the couch eagerly.
The dark-haired girl blowing Bill wasn't occupied below the neck; so Tom and Chuck sat down beside her and began working her over, Tom fondling her tits and Chuck probing her cunt, which she thrust out at the happy boy.
Jim and the redheaded chick he was fingering both began to make desperate sounds that indicated they were about to come. Jim's cock was burning with intense ecstasy in Clair's mouth as her head moved up and down. The tender underside of his prick was sliding over her tongue and down her throat.
As the jolts of pleasure ripped into his brain, Jim was massaging the insides of the redhead's
twat with all his, might and skill. She leaned over and grabbed his head to hold on in her bliss. Jim could feel her breath on his face as she gasped in the contractions of her orgasm.
Jim's gism began shooting into Clair's mouth and she swallowed the goo as fast as he pumped it out. The redhead collapsed on Jim as Clair licked his prick clean. Jim made her comfortable on his lap and spoke to his buddies who were busy at his feet.
"Where's Joe?" he asked them.
Tom didn't answer because he had a mouthful of tithe was sucking on, but Chuck said that Joe couldn't get out of the house. His mother wouldn't let him.
There was another knock at the door. By this time, Bill was finished with Peg and he went to answer the door. Two guys and two chicks came in. They said hello to Bill, looked around and casually began taking off their clothes.
"I see you have some new talent tonight," one of the guys said.
Before he knew what had happened, Jim's cock was hard again and the couch was buried under a huge pile of naked people. He couldn't see who it was but someone had grabbed his prick and began doing something very nice to it. At first he thought someone was going to suck him off again,
but then it felt as if his prick was sinking into a cunt. Well, it didn't really matter as long as the pleasure was coming through.
Jim found a tit pushing against the side of his face and he turned to take the jug into his mouth. As he sucked, his hands roamed through the tangle of flesh. He grabbed something that felt like a girl's thigh, and followed it to its logical conclusion. Sure enough, he came to a hot, wet pussy, but there was already a finger in it. He groped the other way, and found a tit to fondle. Now he had a tit in his mouth and another in his hand. He still had an empty hand so he sent it searching.
He found an empty pussy to finger. The cunt, or throat, or whatever it was on his prick, began to spasm wildly, but Jim wasn't going to come so soon after his last orgasm. His prick seemed to be stuck in between orgasms, but it felt great so he was in no hurry. His cock was abandoned but he knew that a stiff prick wouldn't go unnoticed in that pile.
Now his cock was taken into a mouth and he thought he was ready to come again. Sure enough, while chewing on a tit and handling another plus fingering a cunt, he came with even more power than the first time. Whoever had sucked him off had done so exceedingly well, and he was left limp and spent. He needed a rest and something to
drink, so he began crawling out of the maze of arms and legs and bodies. It wasn't easy to get out and when he staggered across the room and sat in a chair, he was amazed when he got a view of that pile that he'd been part of.
It was incredible. A solid mountain of naked people covered the couch and spilled over on the floor. It looked like a bucket of worms, but the shapes were nicer. A few tits sticking out here and there, a pumping ass and flailing legs were noticeable at the edges of the human heap. The sounds of countless fits of passion rose out of the orgy-knot like a chorus of haunting ghosts.
Jim was fascinated and his prick was swelling again. After a few swallows of water, he was ready to crawl into the warm tangle again. As he merged with the writhing people of the orgy he had a great feeling of being part of something special.