If it hadn't been for the threat of the patrol boat's blinking lights, Alice would have hauled back on the throtte and gone down to the lounge to investigate. The tension of that wailing voice peaked her curiosity. What could Jana and her own daughter be doing to cause such an intense, wavering cry of passion?
Alice now knew for certain that Janey was a sultry little bitch sexually mature well beyond her tender age. She had no reason at all to doubt her contemptuous boast about fucking with Stan in the garage. Still, Alice could not believe the wanton little slut would attack her own mother. But that's what it sounded like, and the more closely she listened, the more sure of that Alice became.
She eased back on the throttle, stroking it as she would a cock she was guiding into her cunt. Alice could feel her pussy seething with desire. Or was it jealousy? Her own mother! Alice shuddered when she thought: My God… when I was her age, I hadn't even been kissed.
By then, she could hear both of them chanting and wailing at once. They've got to be sucking each other's cunts! Alice thought. It didn't seem fair… she wanted them both!
Thoughts of her husband Stan flickered through the twisted channels of her mind at the same time. That bastard was off somewhere fucking a sexy young blonde. She could almost see his big cock thrusting and twisting in a strange, slithering pussy. That vision blazed so sharply in her mind, Alice found herself counting golden cunt hairs wet with oil and gleaming cum while she steered the huge boat blindly into the night.
Her head rolled back, spilling silver-streaked raven hair far down her back. Her lips parted and she screamed with all the force of the smoldering rage now blazing in her mind.
Alice had never felt so cruelly rejected. First Stan spoiled their vacation, running off with his little cunt. Now Jana and her daughter Janey – she could see them clearly in her tormented thoughts, bound together in an obscene and incestuous, cuntsucking crazily.
"Uuuunnngh!" she groaned, tugging ihe throttle to the STOP position. It stood upright, cold and clammy in her quaking hand. She stroked it up and down. That's what I really need, she thought, a huge thick cock as hard as tempered steel.
As the engine slowed, the huge white houseboat settled deeper in the dark, rolling waves. It banked gently to the right as the steering wheel spun unattended. Alice had turned from the controls and started down the ladder to the main deck. If she couldn't have cock to satisfy the wild cravings of her cunt, then at least she could join in what Jana and her daughter were doing.
Not just join in it, she decided. She would control it. The desire to have both lewd women in bondage flashed back into her mind. She vowed to tie and whip them both the way Stan had whipped her. She would force them both to suck her cunt and probe its juicy depths with their twisting tongues.
Alice lurched in the narrow hallway that ran lengthwise down the middle of the boat. The boat was still drifting, slowing gradually to a stop. She crashed against the wall, tangled in her own clothing as she rushed to strip herself naked.
Judd and Doolie pushed through the rear door of the lounge on to the sundeck at the back of the boat. When the engine slowed suddenly, they were both pitched forward. Doolie almost tripped over the sill of the open door.
"What the shit?" he said. "What's she stopping here for? We're still in the middle of the fucking lake!"
"Maybe she knows we're coming and she just can't wait," Judd said with a leering grin.
He remembered the lush, ripe curves of that cuntsucking bitch with the gleaming black hair. The memory of her frantic cuntsucking was enough to start the first pulses of hardness swelling in his giant cock again.
The two brothers went forward along the rail, both stark naked in the silvery light of the moon. Their powerful bodies gleamed with the sweat of lust, and their flopping, half-rigid pricks shone with a glossy film of hot jism.
"Hot damn! What are we gonna do to her?" Doolie asked.
Judd turned, gripping the rail with one giant hand as the boat turned and drifted to a stop.
"Anything you want to, little brother… anything at all!"
Alice darted into her cabin and rummaged deep in the bottom of her suitcase. When Jana and that lusty bitch daughter of hers agreed to go with her on the houseboat voyage, she went straight to a little store in a nearby shopping center that specialized in handcrafted items imported from Mexico. What Alice bought was a braided leather whip meant more for decoration rather than actual use.
Her lips curved in a wicked grin as her hands tightened on the leather coils. She raised it to her face and gasped excitedly. The thick, rich scent of leather for some reason reminded her of cock.
"It's my cock!" Alice crooned, stroking the thick knobbed handle the way she'd watched Stan pump his big prick. The dark, gleaming leatherwrapped handle was at least twice the length of Stan's prick though, and her mind began to race thinking of all the different ways she might use it to punish the two women about to become her helpless slaves.
The image of Jana and Janey both bound and helpless, cowering before her, was so strong in her mind, that Alice did not think it at all strange when she entered the lounge from the hall, trailing the long braided whip behind her and saw them.
Janey looked up, chilled by the wild gleam she saw in Alice's flashing eyes and the leering grin that warped her lips in a taut, wet bow.
"Aaaa," the girl said, starting to say her name. Alice crossed a finger over his lips and went, "Ssshhh," in a soft voice as she approached Jana, who still had her knit top pulled over her head like a hood.
A single moment of clear thought would have told Alice that the two women could not possibly have bound themselves as they were, arms crossed behind them, wrists tied to the opposite ankle.
But Alice's mind was too fogged with the vapor of steaming desire to wonder how they came to be bound so tightly – utterly helpless, teetering on the edge of the couch, swaying to keep their balance as the big house boat finally drifted to a dead stop. That was how she had imagined them, and that's how they were.
Alice winked at Janey and showed her the long whip, flicking it lazily across the floor toward her mother. Janey's lips parted as though to scream, but the sound that came out was only a chuckle of satisfaction.
Her mother had spanked Janey often when she was younger. She was a willful, headstrong child even before she could talk. Janey's puffed lips pulled tight in an evil grin that almost matched the one on Alice's face.
There would be a kind of grim satisfaction watching her mother get her ass whipped for a change and that was obviously what Alice intended to do. She gripped Jana by the arm and spun her around so that she faced the back of the couch.
"Aaaahhh?" Jana croaked. Her frantic writhing with Judd had loosened the hood of cloth over her face, and with it hanging slack, she caught only a glimpse of a blurred, dark shape approaching. It didn't seem large enough to be Judd or Doolie, nor did the hand that jerked her around have a man's strength.
"Janey?" she asked, thinking somehow her daughter might have escaped from the cramped position in which they'd been tied.
"I'm here, Mom – beside you." Janey gave her a cool grin with eyes flicking between the leather whip and her mother's exposed back.
"Then who? Alice?"
"That's right."
"What-what are you doing?"
Jana expected Alice to untie the knots cinched so tightly around her wrists, but then she heard the soft pad of retreating footsteps. Her voice choked with sudden and unreasoning fear. "Alice?"
"Yes?" she purred in response. Her voice was sweetly sinister, and her wrist was nervously flicking the braided lash across the floor.
Janey grinned, biting her lip, fascinated by the nervous shivers running up and down her mother's back. From the corner of her eye, she saw Alice draw back her arm above her head.