It turned chilly and began raining the following Sunday morning. After church Eunice took Reed to a restaurant for lunch. When they got home, Becky was up. Evidently she'd just hopped out of bed, for they came upon her in the kitchen, nude, her honey-blond curls disheveled from sleep, toweling Buster dry just inside the door.
The boy's eyes nearly bugged out of his head before his mother squealed and hurriedly stood up holding the towel in front of her. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in the altogether, and the quick glimpse he'd caught of her pink-lipped pussy, while she was bending over with her butt toward hum, made his pecker spring right up.
"I didn't hear you drive up!" Becky gasped, clutching the towel above her magnificent breasts, the bottom of it dissecting her shapely thighs about six inches below where they joined her curvaceous torso. "Don't stand there gawking, Reed. Get out of here! Go change out of your suit!"
Eunice didn't know if Becky had noticed the way Reed had looked at her, but she had, and his sudden erection hadn't escaped her, either. "You shouldn't run around the house naked, Becky," she scolded after the child was out of earshot. "Especially not after what I told you. He's liable get ideas, you know."
"I didn't think, Mom. Buster woke me barking at the back door. When I heard the rain, I yelled for Reed to let him in. There was no answer so I knew you'd taken him to church with you. I didn't look at the clock. I just jumped up and grabbed a towel. You're not going to make me put him back out, are you? He won't stay in the garage, and he can be hell on screen doors when he wants in."
"Oh, all right," Eunice said. "Since you already got him dried off, I guess I don't mind too much. But he goes back out as soon as it quits raining, and I don't want to see him on any of furniture."
"Don't worry, Mom. Buster's not too bright but he's well trained. He wouldn't get on the furniture even if no one was around to keep an eye on him."
Actually, Eunice didn't mind too much. She was becoming rather fond of the affectionate Great Dane, even though she still didn't particularly care for animals in general. Having watched on more than one occasion while Reed romped in the back yard with the horse of a dog, she'd come to realize that pets were, after all, good for children. Though Reed didn't always show it, she could tell that he loved the big dumb beast.
It was a lazy afternoon. Eunice put on a pot of coffee and they all congregated in the living room to read the Sunday newspaper. Reed got the comics first, which was the only section of the newspaper that interested him. The letter with no return address that'd come for Becky in yesterday's mail delivery completely slipped Eunice's mind.
Reed lay on the floor with his chin in his hands, avidly devouring the comic strips that were spread out before him. Occasionally the eight-year-old giggled. A couple of times he laughed aloud. Buster lay beside him, yawning, glancing about, perfectly contented now that he was in the nice warm, dry house.
Eunice sat in her usual chair in a ladylike position, her knees together and both feet on the floor, the lamp beside her providing illumination for the section of newspaper she held before her. A cup of black coffee rested within easy reach on the lamp table.
Becky's posture wasn't quite as ladylike as her mother's. The young woman sat in a comfortably slouched position at one end of the couch. She had her lovely legs crossed in the typically feminine manner, the bare foot of her crossed leg twisting and turning about luxuriously as it pumped absently up and down. She'd put on her robe, was all, and hadn't as yet bothered to brush the loose natural curls of her sleep-mussed honey-blonde tresses. Absorbed in the newspaper, alternately puffing her cigarette and sipping her coffee, the gorgeous young wife and mother failed to notice that her little boy turned his attention on her instant he finished reading the comics.
His mother's dainty foot moving voluptuously round and around and up and down was what caught the boy's eye. It was a pretty foot, with red-lacquered toenails that highlighted its small size and graceful shape. Reed stared fixedly as her foot bobbed slowly up and down, twisting and turning, stretching itself in a lazy, relaxed fashion. He was too young and naive to know that his mother was subconsciously masturbating herself this way – as countless women and girls do in public every day – but just the erotic manner in which her foot and leg were moving was enough to fascinate the curious child. As he watched, her robe began slipping open and drooping down to reveal more and more of her creamy-textured thighs.
Oh, boy! he thought, his peter tingling as he visualized the glimpse he'd caught in the kitchen of her pouting, pink-lipped pussy.
Just the thought of it excited him. If her robe kept falling open like that, maybe he would get to see it again. He looked up. His mother's face was hidden behind the newspaper. Furtively he glanced at his grandmother and saw that she was busy reading, too. Neither of them were paying him any attention. Cautiously he started inching toward his mother on his belly.
Whatsoever ye ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive, the minister had said in his sermon that morning, and Reed sure hoped it was true because he was praying now – for another look at his mother's mouth-watering cunt!
And his prayer was answered, or so he believed, because Becky uncrossed her legs and leaned over to mash out her cigarette in the ash tray just as he was crawling up close to her feet. Absently she picked up her coffee cup, drained it and, never having lowered the newspaper, set the empty cup back on its saucer and went on reading.
She didn't recross her legs, either. Instead she squirmed about into a more comfortable position, and when she finally settled down again, the eight-year-old was convinced that his Nanna's pastor really knew what he was talking about!
Becky's dimpled knees were about eighteen inches apart. Her feet were pulled back to where her heels were resting against the bottom of the couch, with her toes and the balls of her feet on the carpeted floor. Her robe had fallen open clear up to the sash tied about her trim waist. She didn't have any panties on. Reed could see her navel, her lightly rounded belly, and everything! Man, the way she'd scooted her hind end out to the edge of the couch, with her legs open like that, his prayer was answered!
There it was, with its puffy pink lips partly parted, not more than three feet in front of him, and was it ever pretty! His mother's wasn't nearly as hairy as his grandmother's, and what hair it did have was brownish-blonde in color and a lot more silky-looking.
It's prettier than Nanna's! he said to himself, but then he decided, no, it wasn't any prettier, just different.
He liked them both. Pussy was great stuff and he sure wished he had some. His Nanna had slapped him the last time he'd tried to get to hers, and had told him he must never try to touch her there again. Pleading had gotten him nowhere. She'd told him if he thought he just had to cum, he could in his room and play with his peter until he did. That'd been kind of fun, and it felt good, too, it just wasn't the same. He liked the smell and feel and taste of a woman. It was pussy he wanted, not his hand.
His mouth began to water as he lay on the floor gazing up at his mother's blonde snatch. He couldn't help wondering what it would taste like. His pecker was hard as a bone. He mashed it between his pubic mound and the floor, imagining that he was sticking it into that appealing pussy which his mother was inadvertently presenting him a view of.
Maybe she won't notice if I touch it real easy like! he thought excitedly.
Stealthily he started crawling in closer, inch by laborious inch, his hand itching to reach up there between her legs.
Eunice happened to finish with the women's section just then. As she lowered it to her lap, she saw what Reed was up to. Her first impulse was to yell out at them both, to give Becky hell for sitting in such a careless position and scold Reed for trying to sneak up on her. But she held her tongue and on second thought, decided to say nothing.
It's Becky's own fault for sitting that way, Eunice told herself. So let her handle it. He's her son. Besides, I don't think she believed me when I told her how he's been after me. Well, she's about to find out for herself!
Eunice had to bite her tongue to keep from warning Becky when Reed lifted his hand hesitantly toward her groin. It disappeared between Becky's legs. Eunice's view didn't include her grown daughter's private parts, but she knew that Reed's inquisitive fingers were drawing dangerously near and she held her breath, waiting for Becky's alarmed outcry.
It never came. Becky jerked reflexively, but just barely, when she felt herself being touched. Her movement was so slight it hardly rattled the newspaper she was holding. She lifted the paper slowly, one inch, two, three, until she could see the small, boyish hand poised a fraction of an inch from her clefted mound. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her full, red lips.
Becky had never thought of her son in a sexual way until the other day when her mother had confessed what they'd been up to while she was at work. But being the epitome of The Sensuous Woman, she'd thought about him in that light quite a bit since then. Though she'd tried to hide it, it'd given her a lascivious thrill when he'd seen her nude in the kitchen, especially when she'd detected the small but unmistakable bulge in his trousers. She hadn't deliberately displayed herself to him, but it amused rather than angered her to catch him sneaking a peek and copping a feel. Instead of scolding him, she pretended to go on reading the paper. She wanted to see just how far the horny little fart would try to go with her.
Perhaps I was mistaken, Eunice thought as she peered out from behind the women's section which she'd relifted to conceal her anxiously observing gaze. I must've been. If he'd touched her yet, she wouldn't be sitting there so calmly, would she?
The widow's puzzlement was genuine. It lasted only briefly, however, for Reed's hand didn't reappear and before long she noticed that his elbow was moving.
He's got to be feeling her up! Eunice thought with alarm. Surely Becky knows he's there by now! Can't she feel what he's doing to her?!
Eunice didn't want to believe the mental image that flashed before her. She could visualize clearly Reed's pudgy little fingers obscenely probing the pussy that'd given him birth, and it made her head swim to picture the indecent act which she suspected was taking place at that very moment. But she couldn't be sure it was actually happening so she kept her mouth shut and waited – and that was her mistake.
"Gotcha!" Becky squealed a moment later, as she flung the paper away and grabbed Reed's hand, trapping it a split second after he'd become bold enough to penetrate her with his fingers.
"What in the world?!" Eunice gasped, feigning surprise as she dropped her section of the newspaper to the floor and jumped up.
But instead of laying into the misbehaving boy as Eunice expected her to do, Becky dragged him up to his knees and, laughing, she tousled his hair. "Just what do you think you're doing, you little fart?"
The boy grinned. He could tell she wasn't angry. "Playin' with your pussy," he admitted. "And I sure do like it, too!"
"Do you now?" Becky chuckled. "Well, I guess that's the natural boy in you starting to come out. But tell me, did you really think your old lady was such a dead-ass that you could cop a feel without her even knowing it?"
He nodded his head then shook it no. "I don't know. It's so pretty, Mother, I just had to touch it!"
"Mmm-hmm. Well, you've touched it, all right, and you've made it cry, too. So what now Lancelot?"
"I wanna kiss it and lick it and suck on it! Can I, Mother? Please let me!"
"Jesus, you really are a horny little devil! Okay, but you gotta pay me."
"How much?"
"A big hug. Gimme!"
"My, stars, Becky, you can't be serious!" Eunice waited as Reed jumped up and they hugged one another.
"Don't look so shocked, Mom. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to anybody. You were right; Reed is irresistible."
"But he's your son!" Eunice protested.
"Yeah, and ain't he a handsome rascal. Gonna be a lady-killer for sure. Aw, come on, Mom, what can it hurt to let him kiss the cunt he came out of? He screwed the one I came out of, didn't he?"
"For God's sake, Becky, don't talk that way!"
The lad dropped to his knees and began tugging at his mother's legs. "Scoot out to the edge!"
"I'm afraid we're cut from the same die, Mom. I can't resist him, either," Becky said and, giving her mother a knowing wink, she untied the sash of her robe, slipped out of the garment and slid down until her voluptuously rounded rump rested on the very edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide apart, making her entire crotch vulnerable to her young son, and lazed back with a sensual smile playing over her beautiful face. "There it is, baby. Do your stuff. Show Mother what Nanna taught you."
Reed stuck out his tongue and slithered it up through the dew-moistened lips of her pouting pink pussy.
"Ooooh!" Becky breathed.
He found her protuberant clitoris in the upside down V at the top of her clefted mound and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaaah!" she sighed, shivering with pleasure as she stroked his head. He slipped his arms under her shapely thighs and grasped the firm/soft globes of her squirming behind. Then he glued his lips to her elliptical opening and started sucking and tonguing the blonde-haired hole which had passed him into the world.
"Oh, damn!" Becky squealed. She locked her slender, rednailed fingers around the back of his head and began rotating her rear end. "That's it, Reed! Mmm, yesss, baby, go at it! Ooouuu… what a muff-diver! With a tongue like that, you'll just drive the girls crazy when you get older!"
Eunice knew she should make them stop, but she could hardly get her breath, much less find her voice. The sordid scene of oral incest should have disgusted her, only it affected her in precisely the opposite way. She knew exactly how Becky was feeling, and her own cunt tingled empathically. An illicit vicarious thrill rippled up her spine. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions spun faster and faster in her reeling head, making her weak and dizzy.
"Eat her pretty pussy! Suck her good, you sweet thing!" Eunice heard someone saying, and she melted when she realized the words were coming from her own mouth.
Suddenly she relaxed. There was no use fighting it. She didn't even want to. Like Becky said, What can it hurt? Reed had done the same thing to her, and she'd loved it. She found herself wishing the horny boy was going down on her again right now. It sounded delicious: the wet sucking noises; Becky's throaty sighs of carnal delight.