Incest Perversion: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Abel Cervantes

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.

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er son and his new bride were back from their honeymoon and visiting while they searched for an apartment. As she started by, Liz peeked into the TV room, and her green eyes narrowed and focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her. Kevin's lean and muscular body was spread out on the couch in a pair of shorts. Liz's heart pounded unexpectedly. He looked so much like his father at about the same age. He had the same dark handsome looks, the curly dark hair, the deep brown eyes. He also had the same wild energy that she had fought so long to hold under reasonable control. Now this little girl he had married, nothing but a bleach blond, and as wild as Kevin had ever dreamed of being! It was a shame! After all of Liz's hard work and careful training, the new Natalie Rouelle threatened to undo it all!Right now, the little blond, in a tight jersey and shorts that were at least two sizes too small for her, was trying to sit on Kevin's lap. Her lushly curving ass kept sliding down onto his pelvis, and his arms swooped out to grab her by the elbows and cast her off. But she laughed and bounced right back onto the thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent straining against his shorts. Liz blushed and stepped away. For a minute she couldn't even catch her breath. It was strange to her to have a son and see him grow into manhood. 

Leseprobe

Incest Perversion

Abel Cervantes

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER ONE

Her skin was still taut over her high cheekbones, and she couldn't help but be proud of the dazzling green eyes gazing back at her, slanted slightly, thick lashed, blinking back at her with a growing amusement. It was exhilarating to be beautiful. She shuddered to think that she would ever be not beautiful! After drying her body thoroughly with a plush light blue towel, she examined it carefully. Her fully curving voluptuous body was every bit as firm and taut as a teenager's, she realized. Her tits were high-set and round, and her slender girlish waist expanded enticingly to round luscious hips. She had a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling thighs. Her calves were breathtakingly curved and tapered down to small wellformed ankles. And all over her skin was a slight sprinkling of freckles for a touch of sauciness, which actually embarrassed her. She was a very serious and meticulous woman and did not indulge in games. It was not that she couldn't have a good time or laugh at a joke, but there was a time and place for such things... after the more serious aspects of life were taken care of. She attributed her lasting beauty to a lifetime of moderation...Yet, contemplating this, a look of pained bewilderment clouded her eyes and she let the long damp towel fall with a sigh of weary discouragement. What was life, after all, when you didn't know what you were being meticulous about or moderate for? She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing searchingly at the picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so lovely. In that context, she might be able to make more sense of Tom's peculiarly indifferent attitude toward her, especially lately. It had been at least two weeks since they had last made love, which might be natural, and was certainly better than having to fight him off all the time the way she had to years ago. He had eventually learned moderation, but the moderation had dwindled lately into abstinence, and she didn't think she wanted it to go that far!Suddenly, from the TV room, a high feminine squeal of laughter interrupted this depressing chain of thought. Liz put on her robe and went out into the hallway. Her son and his new bride were back from their honeymoon and visiting while they searched for an apartment. As she started by, Liz peeked into the TV room, and her green eyes narrowed and focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her. Kevin's lean and muscular body was spread out on the couch in a pair of shorts. Liz's heart pounded unexpectedly. He looked so much like his father at about the same age. He had the same dark handsome looks, the curly dark hair, the deep brown eyes. He also had the same wild energy that she had fought so long to hold under reasonable control. Now this little girl he had married, nothing but a bleach blond, and as wild as Kevin had ever dreamed of being! It was a shame! After all of Liz's hard work and careful training, the new Natalie Rouelle threatened to undo it all!Right now, the little blond, in a tight jersey and shorts that were at least two sizes too small for her, was trying to sit on Kevin's lap. Her lushly curving ass kept sliding down onto his pelvis, and his arms swooped out to grab her by the elbows and cast her off. But she laughed and bounced right back onto the thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent straining against his shorts. Liz blushed and stepped away. For a minute she couldn't even catch her breath. It was strange to her to have a son and see him grow into manhood. It had been a challenge when he was younger, a challenge to make him into what she wished Tom had been, more conscientious and subdued. Now it was a heartbreak for her to see all her work being undone! She had done such a fine job. If only she had known he was getting married! If she could have stopped it before it was too late!Liz went to the kitchen, running her fingers through her auburn hair. It was still a little damp. She ought to dry it. But she needed a cup of coffee at the moment. It was very unsettling, as flamboyant as Tom always had tried to be in the beginning, to have Natalie and Kevin pawing each other right in their own TV room. Liz wondered how long she was going to have to put up with it. She poured herself the largest mug full of coffee she had and started back to her bedroom where she intended to dry her hair. "Come on in, Mom," Kevin called as she started by the TV room door. "We're experimenting with brandy Alexanders today. Man, can I mix a mean one!"His new wife giggled."No thanks. I think I had better wait until before dinner," Liz said."Well, come visit a little anyway," Natalie invited, smiling demurely. She was in the process of raising a chocolate looking drink to her full sensuous looks. She poked the drink toward Liz."To Mrs. Rouelle... senior!" she smiled.Kevin spontaneously chortled, running his fingers playfully under his new wife's jersey, threatening but not touching the smoothly uptilting tits. His wife swatted him away, but Liz felt herself blush as she had earlier when watching their sex play through the open door and forced a laugh to conceal her embarrassment."I'm thinking of shish kabab for tonight. How does that sound to you?" she asked, trying to sound natural.Kevin stared into his brandy Alexander for a moment, then lifted his eyes and studied the snug apple-curve of his mother's full firm tits that protruded against the robe tied tightly around her waist."Sounds as delicious as you look, Ma. Don't you think so, Nat?" Natalie had raised a hand to her mouth, suppressing laughter.Liz Rouelle stiffened in her chair, uneasy and strangely frightened by the suggestive remarks by her son. He sounded exactly the way his father used to sound and with no respect for their relationship just as Tom never worried about such details. The sudden emergence of this salacious side to her son's personality was unfamiliar to her, at least on this scale. She was now reminded of moments off and on through the years, but most especially from his high school days, when she caught him looking at her with very adult glances. When she found those glances titillating her, she had scolded herself severely. Were such things normal? But they couldn't be! She had decided then that there was a side to her own personality that required suppression and had attended to it successfully. Or so she thought. Now she stood up from her chair and, looking down at the two of them, smoothed her robe uneasily, excused herself and went to her bedroom to change.Before dinner, she fixed a pitcher of martinis. If the kids wanted to stick to brandy, they could fix their own, she decided. When the shish kebab was ready, she called them."I guess it's time for that drink we were talking about before dinner," she smiled, having regained her composure now."Sounds great, Ma. Do you think gin will upset my brandied innards?""Oh, you don't sound as though you had too much to drink.""We didn't, Ma," Natalie spoke up, using her husband's term for her mother-in-law. It unsettled Liz to have her do that, but it was something she would have to become accustomed to, naturally."We didn't have time," Kevin said, a meaningful grimace at his giggling wife. He shifted off the chair he had just sat on. "Oh, oh. What's a martini without olives?" he asked, striding to the refrigerator. Liz couldn't help admiring the sight of her son's long sinuous legs and the boyish roundness of his ass as he turned his back to Natalie and Liz. But that's a natural observation of a devoted mother, she told herself. After all, she had washed it and powered it years ago and fit it in trousers as it grew. Now, suddenly, it belonged to someone else. A terrible and unreasonable surge of the unfairness of it swept over her. Maybe she was just nervous, Liz abruptly thought, because Tom wasn't home to meet his new daughter-in-law. It would have been easier with him even with his odd detached behavior. Somehow Liz just didn't know what to say or think or feel. In fact, when she felt anything at all, all she could feel was the lonely loss of her son! But why was that a loss? He was right there with her. But he was not with her alone. There was the sex-kitten, Natalie, with her bleach blond hair and her rambunctious liveliness that ought to be charming the older woman. She should be good company. But just then the sex-kitten spoke on a subject that should have been out of bounds for a daughter-in-law, it seemed to Liz."Worried about Tom?" the girl asked."Mr. Rouelle is working late, I'm afraid," Liz answered coldly. The tone of the young girl's voice had definitely been a prying one. Liz was astounded at such brazenness, but it sort of went with the tight fitting shorts and jersey. The shorts seemed molded to the sensuous vee of her crotch and the gentle curve of her genital area. Everything was clearly evident from beneath the tight press of the cotton pants."I'm sorry," Natalie laughed at herself. "I get nudgy when Kevin is away, too. I miss him, but you understand." Natalie gave Liz a warm-eyed smile and drew her chair up closer to her and leaned across the dining room table, which was all set for dinner when the shish kebab would be ready. The young blond ran one of her fingers in an almost conscious gesture across the large smoothly uplifting rise of her tits, finally settling her hand on the curve of her lovely neck."Speaking woman to woman," Natalie said with a candid look, "as long as Kevin has been lost looking for the olives, there are ways of satisfying yourself without hurting yourself or your husband, you know.""I-I don't know what you mean," Liz blurted out, feeling herself blush openly once again. "Tom is a very attentive husband, not unlike Kevin," she heard herself explaining. What an incredible thing to say, she realized after it was out. No wonder the younger girl's jaw dropped."Like Kevin?" the blond asked. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in her eyes. She was probably wondering how Kevin's mother would know about her son's sexual life."Of course, I really don't know how attentive Kevin is," the flustered mother then said, making matters worse, she could see."I am very attentive," Kevin said, reentering the dining room from the kitchen. "It's just that I couldn't find the damn things. Ma, your olives were in the meat drawer. How did that happen?"How did that happen, she repeated to herself. She probably put them there the last time she had too many martinis waiting for a husband who never did come home that night! But she only smiled at Kevin.But Liz's mind returned immediately to the intimate conversation that she and Natalie had started on. It had made her feel uncomfortable, but she must remember that the young people today were raised and educated in the school system to talk about things that their parents would not have dreamed of even thinking about! She took a large gulp from the martini in her hand and discovered to her surprise that she had finished all of it. Natalie was one of the liberal young, and though her modernity had irritated Liz, the older woman was frankly quite interested in hearing more. Before she had married Tom, she had given way to her sensual urges by massaging her nipples and touching herself down between her legs, but she had always felt terribly guilty afterwards. She had never heard any other woman openly admit that she had done it, either before or after marriage, and her own problems with Tom and the needs of her body that she had been made acutely aware of for some months now were too great for her to deny Natalie the opportunity to talk more about it. "Kevin, will you put the shish kebab on to broil, dear?" she asked her son, who had just finished plopping three large olives into his glass of martini. "Since there's no room for the martini in your glass," she teased, "Fill mine, and you can take the pitcher with you!""Slave driver," was all he said as he filled her glass and his own in between the olives, then left for the kitchen, sipping."Doesn't it bother Kevin if you, uh, try to satisfy yourself in-in any other way?" Liz could not keep herself from asking, leaning across the table and whispering."No, never," Natalie said brightly. "As a matter of fact, he thinks it's a great way!""Well, I'm glad he approves," Liz said weakly, feeling her legs shake with weakness, a strange sensation, as though she would collapse if she were standing up.After yet another martini and the shish kebab, and even another martini although she knew that three was the absolute limit in any one night. Two was safer even. But tonight it took four to make her feel completely relaxed. By then she was sure she had been needlessly uneasy about Natalie earlier. She was sure that she, his mother, had retained her son's devotion and love, if not his sexual interests. Liz startled herself. Sexual interests? Why in God's name should she be concerned about his sexual interests? No, Liz was feeling a marvelous tingle of warmth and it had to be for the young couple.She was suddenly ecstatic to think that they were happily married. Perhaps their open show of sensual appetite in the TV room, though inappropriate and inexcusable in Tom and Liz's youth, merely demonstrated the changing times and the fact that they were indeed happy.They were all sitting in the living room having their after-dinner cocktails. The light was dim and relaxing. Liz was drinking too much, she tried to warn herself, but everything seemed so utterly right and pleasant. Then she could have sworn she heard Natalie say something that was impossible to believe."Kevin," the girl's soft voice interrupted a long silence. Liz noticed how pretty her voice was when she wasn't being energetic or giggly. "I think you have an absolutely gorgeous mother with that rich auburn hair that glows sparks of fire in the light. Look where the lamp hits it. You two would make a beautiful couple." What took the edge off the remark for Liz was that her consciousness seemed to travel back in time, and she was not only looking across at Tom over there, Tom, whom Kevin so completely resembled, but the remark seemed to be about her and Tom, though she knew that logically it was her son.The young man pushed forward in his chair. He, too, had overindulged, first in brandy Alexanders and then in martinis. His hand darted to the plane of his little wife's knee, but his darkened face turned ominously toward his mother. "I can handle two women at once," he chuckled dreamily and sank back in something deeper than an alcoholic daze. "Imagine me, a blond and a redhead, one on each side!" he said. God! Liz thought. Was she hearing him correctly? Surely he didn't mean what he said! Perhaps Natalie had whispered something to him of her mother-in-law's frustrations and questions. She feared that she had allowed her confidence in the young girl to go too far. After all, her sexual frustrations were hardly their concern! How much of her loneliness had she expressed? She couldn't remember! In her preoccupation, she didn't notice Natalie's hand move from the upper part of Kevin's thigh and play over the again slightly rising bulge of his trousers. He had changed from the shorts but still hadn't put on a shirt. Now Liz saw the hand move when it slid again. And she saw too that Natalie had shifted her leg slightly and Kevin's hand slid across the girl's hip. At first, Liz had thought the hand on Kevin's loins might have been a casual slip, but it remained there, and as her eyes became accustomed to staring at it out of her alcoholic haze, she could see the fingers squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to provoke him into further hardness.Liz lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair. She could see a repetition of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only this time it looked like the young couple were far more serious in their intentions. If she got up now and went somewhere, it would be only too obvious why she had left, or they would think so, anyway. Mother was frustrated! So she had to stand her ground. She would simply try to keep her eyes off them.But their young bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as they touched each other. Despite her resolve, Liz discovered her own nipples hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of her brassiere, which pressed down modestly on her full smoothly rounded tits. She shifted in her chair, hoping the warming sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made her increasingly uncomfortable. God, it had to stop! Her son and his wife were completely oblivious to anything but themselves, and she knew that in a moment they would be engaged in something far more serious than petting in front of her. "I think I'll go make a pot of coffee," she announced lightly and stood up, albeit a little tipsily. She fluffed her auburn hair that had fallen loosely across her tits. She was feeling very seductive and a trifle self-pitying. "The coffee will be ready soon."She looked down at Kevin and Natalie still embraced, their hands continuing to wander in sensuous little circles across one another's bodies. Their indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the odd feeling of being a complete stranger in her own house. As she turned to leave, she glimpsed Kevin press his face against Natalie's cheek. The moon had risen over the houses across the street and was shining eerily through the windows behind them. Their faces were caught in the incandescent glow in front. Kevin's mouth moved closer to Natalie's moist full lips, and suddenly he kissed her. The wetly sucking sound of the girl receiving his tongue seemed to reverberate across the room. A kiss, innocent enough between the two newlyweds, Liz thought, should not be so hard for her to understand... or take! What was happening to her? She couldn't really tell whether she was frustrated or jealous. And if she was jealous, what was she jealous of, her son or what they had together! She set the electric percolator near the outlet by the table. But her mind wandered back to the pitcher of martinis, which was replenished and sitting in the refrigerator. Coffee was not good when her nerves were so on edge, she thought. What she really needed was another drink. If Tom followed his usual pattern of late, he would be home quite late, if at all, and she had to have something to dampen that insatiable burning that seemed to erupt inside her belly from time to time. It would also make her sleep and forget to wonder where he was and what he was really doing!"Oh, stop it, Kevin, not here," she heard Natalie's voice ring out from the living room. "Don't touch me like that! It drives me crazy!"Liz turned back from the refrigerator where she had started to go for the martini. It seemed to her they were being much too loud. She was irritated, and she felt her irritation turn to anger. She could even hear the springs of the couch creak as their bodies must have been shifting one on top of the other. And what was he doing to her that she should make such a half-hearted protest?"Oh, not again, ooohhhhhh. You're tickling me," Natalie's voice cried out, deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of pleasure. "Don't be so anxious, lover. Oh, no! Not again!"Liz stopped at the doorway and looked in quietly. She could see Natalie seated on Kevin's lap, and in the poor lighting, it looked as though the girl's jersey had been pulled partially up and her shorts pulled partially down. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that two white melon-shaped mounds of her titties were exposed, and she could see her son's hands running across them, his fingers circling the wide pink areolas and the stiffly pointed nipples. She pulled away from the door and they were still. Probably they had seen her and would stop this disgusting exhibition that belonged in a bedroom and perhaps not even there!"Ooohhhhhh, God, Kevin," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft feminine voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by another rash squeaking of couch springs. Then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing laughter that sent shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions through Liz. Strangely enough, quivers of sympathetic pleasure were racing through Liz's abdomen and into the soft-downed vee of her cuntal area. She thought for a moment about how Natalie had spoken of the way she satisfied herself when she got into a state similar to the one Liz was in now. But her confused anger at the young couple for making such a demonstration of themselves squelched any desire to indulge herself in such a way. Her guilt would be too great. God, even now she felt ashamed of herself for getting excited over the young couple's love play. After all, this was her own son! Why should she care?She went back into the kitchen, took a glass from the drainer, and poured herself another martini from the full pitcher in the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table and finished off the drink. She was tired, she decided then, much too tired to worry about this or anything else. She went quickly to her room, resisting the temptation to pour a take-along drink, and she shut her bedroom door just as the sounds of Natalie and Kevin entering the kitchen disturbed the sudden silence. The refrigerator opened and closed, but that was all she could hear.Liz undressed in the pale, amber light from her night table lamp. She stood looking at herself briefly in the fulllength mirror that stood on its own stand in one corner of the room, feeling an unguarded pride in her perfectly formed body as seen in the diffused glow. Sometimes she felt so old, yet the proof of her voluptuous youth, even at forty two, could be seen in the fresh bloom of her still firmly rounding tits with their lush pink areolas and in the subtle curve of her hourglass figure, the thin waist that flowed gracefully to the taut girlish curve of her full swelling thighs. Then, putting on her nightgown to quench a naughty desire to sleep in the nude, she switched off the lamp and slid beneath the covers of the huge, king-sized bed.Her green eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she lay for awhile, thinking of Kevin and of what she had witnessed between Natalie and him. What a brazen bitch she was! Bitch. She turned the word over in her mind because it tasted so good. Yet why was she venting her anger at Natalie alone? Could it be that she was jealous of her? No, she was really angry for what the young girl had provoked her son into doing, she was sure. The boy had been neatly raised and he was coming apart at the seams!Yet, when her conscience relaxed, Liz found herself thinking of her son, trying to remember how he looked in those shorts this afternoon, the way he had bent over Natalie at one time and how his ass had stretched the skin-close material. And then, so relaxed she was that for a moment she didn't realize what she was dreaming of. She found herself trying to picture Kevin making love, trying to see in her mind's eye his erect blood-swollen cock throbbing with desire and his handsome young face contorted with passion. But then waves of shame washed over her, and she thought how she must never, never, never think such wicked things, not about Kevin, not about her own son!Liz lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into sleep. Surely she had drunk enough to sleep! It seemed quiet in the house now, and she felt grateful for this. But as she drifted off, random thoughts flickered through her consciousness, thoughts that in her waking hours would never have come to her. But they now sent a warm sensual feeling through her entire being. His cock, she thought dreamily, hazily, I wonder what it's like... what it feels like. I've never had a cock inside of me except Tom's. Tom has a lovely cock. Kevin's cock is probably like his father's. She then felt herself falling off to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.But then she awoke with a start, not knowing whether she had actually slept or not. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed as though there might be a burglar in the room, pulling the sheets around her. But then she realized that unlike so many other nights, she was not alone in the house tonight. She sat up in bed, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped. Had she really heard anything?She recalled falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by Tom's absence and her son's provocative behavior with his wife. She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across her carpet to the bedroom door. Slowly, with a care that was completely unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway. Yes, the whispering sounds had started again and were more pronounced now. She had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numbed but whether from the alcohol she had consumed or the depth of sleep she might have been in, she didn't know. Anyway, she started to have trouble focusing her mind on what she should do or even to wonder why she was doing anything at all. A low animal-like grunt told her that obviously Kevin and Natalie had continued what they had begun when she left.Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmm!" the sound lolled out from the woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succession. "Oooohhhhh, yeeesssss, God, yesssss!"Liz Rouelle stood stock still, undecided whether she should leave or stay. They had been drawing her into this, she felt unreasonably, especially that little whore, Natalie. She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it. "Kevin, lover, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Natalie's voice murmured. "And it tastes so extra good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!"Liz recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Would her son do such a thing? She knew that some people did such disgusting things, but not her son!"Now hold it in your hand, sweetheart," she heard Kevin's voice say, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers. Yeah, oh man! That's good! That's really good!"Then suddenly, Liz heard Natalie's voice let out a sharp laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was the young bleached blond doing now, she wondered."Tell me you want me to suck it! Tell me again," she heard Natalie tease."I said to suck it! Fuck it with your mouth," Kevin's voice grew more insistent. "Oooohhhhh, lick it with your tongue! Swirl your tongue around it like you always do.""Yuuummmmm," the wet lapping and sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent."Now raise up your ass," she heard Kevin's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours. Let me fuck you with my fingers." The throat was getting raspy. "Oh, sweetheart, loosen your lips and let me slide my hot prick in farther. I want to push it down your throat!" he blurted, and his mother bent back, her legs feeling slack but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum, I want you to drink it, do you hear? Suck it and drink it!"Liz felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but her sleep had left her not at all that far gone. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his lust-bloated cock inside Natalie's full-lipped mouth, and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his swollen prick, sucking on it! Those words blazed in flaming letters across her consciousness. She had to leave right now. There was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long auburn hair cascading like an iridescent robe over her nightgown, and suffered with the image of that long thick reddened cock fucking into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her bleach blond hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands."I'm going to cum, sweetheart! Stop! St-st-stop before I cuuummmmm!"The moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence."Now what about me! I'm totally neglected," came the pouting remark from Natalie's lips. Then she purred. "My little pussy needs petting, too. Do you want to suck my cunt? It might swallow you whole at this point," she giggled."Yes! Oh, yes!""Well, here it is, poor thing. Isn't it beautiful? It feels really good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it.""I'll put my tongue down like this. How is this? I'll suck your clitoris first.""Yes, lick it. Suck my poor little clit. Oh, oh! You can fuck me with your tongue! Oh, Kev, your tongue feels gorgeous," his young wife crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.Liz's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the living room. She pressed one hand tightly to her tit as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop. Instead, it lurched on, accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her son's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple, and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warning tremblings of arousal that began to seethe around in her groin."Oh, darling, my sweet darling, oh, God, lick faster! Stick your tongue up my pussy. G-God, it feels so goooooood!"Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first words Kevin emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper, "Sweetheart, let's fuck. I want to fuck you right now. I want my blood-swollen cock in your hot devouring pussy!""Say it again," Natalie mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me. Say it, and make my cunt jump!""I-I'm going to fuck you. That's it. Open your legs wide. Here, I'm coming in. Oooohhhhh!""Yes, oh you feel so big! It feels so Goddamn good, Kevin. Fuck! Oh, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck it! Fuck my starving little cunt like you have never fucked it before."Liz could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling just would not stop! Nothing was clear to her. She understood nothing. She could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes. Even Natalie had suggested it, but God! She had not dreamed of doing it like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.Her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her tittles as though in a dream, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides, and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing cuntal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy, and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her handsome young son and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking. That was what they were doing. The salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her openly exposed cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of moderate values. Yet she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal hole expanding. Her finger was a miniature bloated hard cock, she thought, not Tom's now. No, not Tom's, but Kevin's, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck along with them, but she didn't!Demanding more to feed its lewd hunger, the fire burned more intensely, traveling over and seeming to consume more of her lush body. She inserted another finger up inside her hungering cunt and began squirming her asscheeks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild fuckings of her son's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and Liz fucked her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her cunt in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that no, this was horrible, that she ought to stop, floated through her consciousness. It had been this that her daughter-in-law had suggested that afternoon, yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she was doing what Natalie and Kevin had known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy."Yes! Oh, yes!" Natalie panted. "Every bit of it, lover! I want you to fuck your sweet hot blood-engorged cock all the way into my defenseless cunt hole, clear up to my throat!" Liz could see, as through second vision, her beloved son's huge thickly glistening cock fucking its way into her new daughter-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased baseball bat. Her hands became that bat, and her gasps began to match those of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Natalie was getting. She wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum."Oh, oh, oh!" came the hot guttural grunting sounds building in fleshsmacking momentum as they approached orgasm.Inescapably caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Liz let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was nakedly exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon, ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on her husband's strong masculine chest. Kevin's was just beginning to come in, she had noticed. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish, squish, squish," became clearly discernable to Liz as her hand fucked and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her hungering cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body."Oh, your cock, your big beautiful coccckkkk!" she heard Natalie cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck me good! Move your big cock inside of me that way! Yeeesss! Oh, God, Kevin, you feel so goooooood! Aaahhhhhh, in deeper! Oh, yes!"Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Liz's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy as she imagined her son grinding his smoothly gyrating asscheeks like a human corkscrew between the widely spread thighs of that little bitch, Natalie. But maybe Liz was that bitch, she heatedly dreamed, and her cunt was now Natalie's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson. Her eyes clouded over with lust-tears as her body raced toward an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb!"Like this... is this what you... mean? Fuck like thiiiisss!""Oh, aauugghhh," Natalie groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder! Haarrdder! Oh, I love you. I love the way you fuck me. Oh, Keeviinnn! Fuuuucckkk meeeeeee! Screeewww meeeeeeeee!"Liz Rouelle heard the two young people scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she fingerfucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of dark auburn hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities."Yeeesssss, oh, Kevin! Cumming, I'm cuummiing!" Natalie's voice rippled through the dark of the house."Oh, sweetheart, here I cum, too. Goooodddd! Auuugghhh," His piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.Liz arched up over the carpet in one final lurch, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing hole of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling asscheeks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the room, through the dining room, fortunately. Liz's fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cuntal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.Reality came back to her with a sickening jolt once her passion was spent. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightgown down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts or opinions until at last she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.