Sheila straddled her son's face again and let him lap at the sperm-covered lips of her cunt.
"I have a terribly wicked idea, darling," she offered. "Are you willing to do anything for me, lover? Anything in the world?"
Sheila knew perfectly well that she didn't have to ask.
CHAPTER TEN
Terry's heart skipped a beat when he took Wendy's hand and helped her out of his car. She was looking her luscious best in the clear moonlight, her blonde hair catching the silver glow, her white dress sparkling, her perfect lips shimmering wet and lusty. She breathed slowly, deeply, her big tits rising and falling beneath her smooth dress, catching Terry's attention and holding it even though his mind was in turmoil.
Until yesterday Wendy's big smooth tits had been the most beautiful he had ever laid his eyes or his hands on. But now that he had felt his mother's magnificent pair of tits, no other set of mammaries could ever fully satisfy him. He wondered how Wendy would react if she found out about his recent affair with his mother, and his wondering was more than merely an exercise in imagination. Wendy would find out all about it, Terry knew, and she would find out soon.
As he led Wendy up the steps and into the beach house, Terry was filled with doubt about the crazy thing he was about to do at his mother's suggestion. It was bad enough to have sex with his own mother, but now his mother wanted something more. She wanted his girl friend too, wanted to explore the secret world of lesbianism with the little vixen whose wild romps she had observed on the beach.
Terry still hadn't been told about Sheila's spying with the binoculars, but he knew that his mother had observed something on the beach, her knowledge of his activities with Wendy was so complete. He also knew that she had seen enough of Wendy to want to screw around with her.
Terry still felt nervous about asking his luscious girl friend to give herself so completely to his mother. As far as he knew, Wendy had never tried sex with another girl, let alone with the mother of one of her favorite fuckers.
Wendy had told him about several far-out things she had tried, but lesbianism hadn't been one of them. And yet there had been something strange about the way she had been turned on so wildly by his mother's dildo and by the fact that he was fucking her in his mother's bed.
Confused enough by his mother's wild plan, Terry tried to put thoughts of his girl friend's past out of his mind.
As he led Wendy up to his mother's bedroom, he wondered what would happen when he popped the question. It wasn't enough that Terry's horny mother wanted to lure Wendy into her bed. She wanted to lure Terry into her bed at the same time, wanted to share a fuck with her son and her son's girl friend.
Terry had hated to admit it at first, but the idea was pretty exciting after all. He couldn't imagine anything as taboo as the romp his mother had dreamed up. He remembered how shocked he had been when she had brought up her dirty little plan. He hadn't had the strength to resist her suggestion.
She had popped the question just when his will had been the weakest. He had been screwing her in the ass, ramming his cock in and out of her tight asshole with a wild frenzy. She had whispered her plan to him just when he had been ready to shoot a hot wad of sperm into her ass.
He had expressed his refusal to do such a nasty thing with Wendy, and his mother had pulled off him, refusing to let him come until he had promised to help her with her depraved plan.
He had agreed reluctantly, and he was already regretting it. He knew, however, that he would never be able to resist his mother's wildly stimulating suggestions, no matter how taboo, no matter how depraved.
"Terry, darling, may I ask what we're doing up here?" Wendy smiled, sitting on the edge of Sheila's soft blue bed.
"Do you have to ask?" Terry replied, flashing a wicked grin, reaching down between his legs and rubbing his well-filled crotch obscenely.
"I hope your mother's at one of her late late movies!" She giggled. "I'd hate to have her retire early and find the bed occupied!"
"Uh… yeah… well… she's, uh, she's out," Terry choked, hating to lie to the girl he loved.
"Terry, what on earth is wrong with you tonight? You're as nervous as a kitten. You haven't said two words to me since you picked me up!"
"It… uh, it's nothin'… really, Wendy! I'm just… well, I'm just horny. That's all, baby… just horny as hell," Terry said weakly.
"Horny? You never act this way when you're just horny, Terry. Usually you have my pants off and your cock out long before now when you're that horny!"
"Shut up and spread your legs, baby!" Terry growled playfully, trying desperately to forget that his mother was hiding in the closet and peeping out through a crack in the door.
"That's more like it, stud. That's the Terry I know and love!" Wendy laughed, falling on her back on the bed and throwing her legs apart.
Terry stared between the girl's wide-spread legs and hardened up immediately. She was wearing black panties beneath her full white dress, a wispy garment that barely covered her fuzzy blonde twat.
Wendy reached down and raised her frilly dress until it was gathered around her bosom, presenting her cunt for her lover's inspection. Terry knew that his mother could see her lewd display. He wondered how his mother was dressed, if she was dressed at all. He wondered if she liked the obscene view she had of Wendy's pussy.
Sheila's eyes were wide-open, and so was her cunt. She was wearing only a wispy negligee of the lightest possible material. Her tits peaked the front of her garment, the hard nipples pointed and tingling with uncontrollable excitement. She had been playing with her pussy long before her son and Wendy had entered her little trap.
She held the lips of her pussy open now and rubbed her knuckle lightly against her wet clit. Things were working out well, she thought, and her little plan showed signs of being even more promising than she had imagined.
Sheila hadn't really expected Wendy to fall into bed and open her legs all that quickly. She thrilled to the power with which her son stimulated Wendy's libido. Terry seemed to be following her instructions well enough, being careful not to obstruct her view of the lusty activities in her own bed.
Her twat steamed when she saw her son unbuckle his pants and pull off his shirt. Her twat steamed even more when she saw Wendy jump up eagerly and fall to her knees on the floor before the boy. She rubbed her clit harder when she saw the beautiful blonde unzip her son's pants and haul out his lust-hardened cock.
Terry turned in profile to his mother, letting her feast her horny eyes on the blow job his chick was about to perform for him. He sucked in his breath when hot Wendy wrapped her lips around his prick. He trembled with lust when she ran her silken hands up and down his thighs, pushing his pants down around his ankles. He felt pre-cum oozing out of his prick-head as the luscious chick sucked the head of his prick.
Doing it so openly while his mother watched drove Terry wild inside. He felt as if he were on display, felt as if everything he did with this free-fucking girl had to be even more obscenely stimulating than when they did it privately. He had to satisfy his mother's strange cravings, had to show her that he was worthy of the lust she inspired in him.
"You're doin' that real nice, Wendy! Suck that cock, baby! Suck the shit out of it! Around the head! The head, baby! That's it! Lick underneath it! Take that fucker! Take it deep! Right on! Deeper! Suck it right down into that throat of yours, baby! Suck it and lick it at the same time! Oh shit! You really do that great! What a mouth! You like the taste of my cock, Wendy? You like suckin' me off?"
Wendy's face was too tightly filled with hot jerking cock to answer. Instead she bobbed her head up and down, taking her lover's prick inside her throat until it banged hard against her tonsils.