Beth thrilled more, though there was something odd about watching her parents carry on that way.
Marcella writhed away from her husband and pulled her panties up before letting her skirt drop. “I need another drinkie-poo,” she said, and walked unsteadily to the cabinet where the liquor was kept. An open bottle and two glasses stood on top of it.
Joe watched as his wife poured some more liquor for herself. A lock of Marcella’s dark red hair had fallen sexily across a cheek. Her face was pretty, though a slight puffiness betrayed her thirty-eight years. Her breasts were large, and the moderately low-cut dress she was wearing showed off their pale, bulging tops.
“Want one?” she asked as she finished pouring her own drink.
“I’m okay,” Joe said.
Marcella laughed. “I know what you’re worried about-you’re afraid that if you drink any more you won’t be able to do your thing!” Her voice was thick.
“Listen,” Joe replied, “I could do it if I was roaring drunk. I just wouldn’t enjoy it as much. Now, with women it’s different-the more booze they drink, the wilder they get.”
Marcella turned to face him. “And just how would you know about women …plural? How many broads have you been screwing around with?”
Beth was shocked to hear her usually prim and proper mother use words like broads and screwing.
“You know I don’t screw anybody but you,” Joe said, walking over to her, a grin on his face. “But I remember before we were married.”
“Oh, here we go again! Now you’re going to tell me about Elaine and Lois and all the rest of them…and how fuckin’ wild they were!”
Fuckin’? Beth couldn’t believe her ears. Her mother had to be pretty drunk.
“Baby, I’m not interested in anybody but you,” Joe said, and took Marcella into his arms. She was sipping from her glass as he cuddled her, caressing her bottom again.
He walked her to the sofa, his arm around her waist. Marcella sat down heavily, almost sloshing the liquor out of her glass. Joe sat beside her. He gave her a kiss. Beth was shocked to see his hand close around one of her mother’s breasts, squeezing the bulgy mound.
Marcella finished the liquor in her glass and stretched to place it on an end table. The glass nearly tipped onto its side.
Joe went to work on his wife in earnest, pushing her skirt and slip up her thighs, then grasping her breast once more. As they kissed, he slid his hand down across her middle and dug between her fleshy thighs, grasping her hairy softness through her panties. Her thighs widened their spread, and Beth could see dark hairs along the crotch elastics of her mother’s pants. The narrow strip of blue nylon that passed between her legs had gotten creased and was narrower than usual. As she squirmed in response to her husband’s ardent caress, he hooked the nylon away, and Beth got her first glimpse of her mother’s mature pussy. The gash was red at the center, its lips unfurled by the wanton spread of her legs and her excitement. Lots of hair bordered the juicy crevice.
Joe’s finger delved into his wife’s meaty slit.
“Oooo!” Marcella moaned, tearing her mouth from his. “Why don’t you fuck me?”
There it is-that naughty word again, Beth thought. And Mommy’s using it!
“You’re not ready to be fucked yet,” Joe replied.
“Oooh, yes I am!” Marcella insisted, writhing passionately. More of her hair had fallen over her face by that time. “Can’t you feel how wet I am?”
“You’re wet all right,” Joe observed, taking out his finger and looking at it. (Even Beth could see it glisten). “But I think my baby needs a little more feeling up. She needs to get the top of her dress pulled down,” Joe added, reaching behind her to unzip her zipper. “She needs to get her titties spilled out.”
Marcella laughed giddily as the top of her dress was lowered. But her tits didn’t tumble free. She was wearing a low-cut bra.
She squirmed against Joe as he went for the hooks on her brassiere.
When his hands withdrew, he brought the bra with him, and Marcella leaned back, boldly showing him her breasts. Like melons they were, with wide rosy discs at their crests. At the center of each aureole sat a plump, ruddy nipple.
“Mama’s really got ’em!” Joe said with a grin, bringing his hands up underneath her bountiful boobs. He lifted the chesty treasures and let them drop, quivering.
Marcella glowed. It did thrill her to be stripped in the living room and to be forced to show herself off.
“Shake ’em, honey!” Joe said.
Laughing, his drunk wife waggled her shoulders, causing her big tits to bounce to and fro. Joe drove his face against the rounded, satiny pillows. Beth stared as her father licked and sucked her mother’s nipples. The child watched avidly as he lifted a breast, tugged with his mouth at its rigid tip, then let the titty drop. He pounced onto the other one.
Marcella reached blindly for the front of her husband’s pants. Beth’s guilty excitement increased as her mother felt all around his lower front, even down between his legs, then found the tab of his zipper and lowered it, opening his fly.
I’m going to see Daddy’s cock! Beth thought.
A little voice told her that she shouldn’t look at it, that she was being very naughty and should hurry back to bed. But her fascination with her parents’ lovemaking was too great to resist. She had to remain on the stairs and continue to watch.
Marcella reached into Joe’s pants while he nuzzled and pawed at her breasts. Her hand came back out, and it was clutching a long, hard column that, to Beth, looked very much like Gary’s. It too was covered by an outer skin, except for its rosy tip. Beth’s mother stroked that hard, thrusting cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his head.
Joe sat up and stared at what she was doing.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He spread Marcella’s legs wide apart and dived between them. Their daughter’s breath became labored and she felt very warm between her own legs as her father licked the inner slopes of her mother’s thighs, from her tightly cinched stocking tops all the way to the edges of her lacy blue pants.
His hands stroked up and down the outside of her thighs, traveling along the straps of her garters.
Finally he clutched Marcella’s panties and pulled them down. Her dark hair gushed out. Joe lifted her legs in front of him to take her panties off. He tossed the blue briefs aside. He spread his wife’s legs into a wide V, continuing to hold them up in front of him, and then he did something that shocked and thrilled Beth.
He dove straight to her mother’s hairy slash, burrowing his mouth into the moist meat. He lay her legs on his shoulders and twisted his head, ravenously eating Marcella’s flowing, flavorful cunt.
Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her mouth hung open, and her throat was dry.
Marcella wiggled her bare bottom on the sofa. She tossed her head from side to side, her red hair whipping across her face. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, Her titties bounced like big rubber balls.
So Daddy puts his mouth down there, just like those men made me do with them! Beth thought excitedly. I wonder if Mommy will do Daddy the same way.
Joe was licking up and down the meaty flanges of his wife’s cunt, his tongue wiggling all the fleshy folds. He sucked up her gushing honey.
He licked the pearl-like head of her clit until it was slick and extremely hard. He even stroked his tongue down and into the mouth of her slippery, hot vagina.
Marcella bumped her hips spastically. She no longer was able to suppress her moans. She clutched her husband’s head, ruffling his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her humid swamp.
Finally he raised his head. His mouth and nose were wet.
Marcella was panting wildly.
Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from his open fly. He moved very close to Marcella, standing between her legs.
“No!” she exclaimed, and tried to push him away.