Her son and Karen Boyd together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Linda blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Karen's long legs were back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the driving lunges of Rick's long, hard penis. Linda wanted to run, to flee from this terrible heartbreaking sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of the scene on the blanket.
Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking. The reddish silkiness of Karen's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen – erect and throbbing – responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly. Linda could hear, as loudly as the drums of doom, her son's sperm-laden balls slapping noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of the girl's gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard fleshy column – slick with her lubricating fluid – would force the tightly clasping flesh of her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it.
Karen was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting. Linda tried to divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her stare at her son's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned into Karen's tight little cunt. The nakedly thrusting cheeks of his ass tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking; and his mother watched closely, examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed by the enormous size of his long virile penis.
His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet she was obviously wanting even more.
Linda tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had begun trembling as the bud of her clitoris became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of her son and Karen fucking.
"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Rick… Ohhh, now now now!" Karen groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young cock, and the words floated over to Linda like teasing, arousing and taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the lewd action. The trembling young mother stared at Karen's tightly puckered anus as Rick's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming into the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And Karen begged for more. "Ooooh, yessss… that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, oooh, oohhh!"
Linda was aghast as she saw her young son's extended finger sliding into Karen's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy. Linda thought she, too, could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly puckering anus, and the shock made her legs move. Somehow she was able to back away from the tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her son and Karen fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she was seeing herself at the same age as Karen, that time so many years ago in the park with the sailor. And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so good, so…
Linda started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.
Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Valerie Boyd with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Karen's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.
Linda froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the brilliant firelight, so close that Linda thought she could reach out and touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that stunned Linda, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.
There was a man, stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a table, surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the voluptuous Valerie Boyd, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Linda, and both of her hands were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's bushy groin. Linda would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Valerie lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Boyd woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.
"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Linda found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Valerie's hand stroked up and down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis into her mouth.
Linda told herself it was wrong to be spying on Valerie like this, but at the same time she had a mother's interest in knowing the family of her son's girlfriend. And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Rick and Karen again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching her son fucking his girl. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene – a scene that would justify her arousal.