Gary lifted his head and moved his hands slowly up Bette Jean's thighs. "My-my God, Mom! You're so beautiful!" She watched him as he bent and kissed her pubic mound, his hands still pressing her sides. Her head swam in the dimness, the overwhelming enrapturement of her boy tonguing her vaginal lips causing such fuzzy dizziness. She pressed her hands to Gary's dipping head, gripping his hair tightly. She didn't want him to marry any girl ever.
She wanted him all for herself.
In a growing spasm of delight her own hands massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples, then slid down her ivory belly to encourage Gary's sucking between her wide-splayed legs. Good, lovely! Bette Jean thought, dreamily. He's mine, now; mine alone.
Gary slid his hands under his mother's increasingly urgent buttocks, moving them so that her pelvis pressed his face tighter. He nipped gently the folds of her cunt, revealing the widening hole as she mewled and panted. His tongue slavered incessantly, fucking her in ever-increasing thrusts. Then, as he sank again into her widely yawning cavern, he heard the first faint rustlings beside the bed. Somebody had joined them… was watching!
The tiny sounds increased, and Gary heard the short, staccato unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. The groans, the intake of breath…
His whole being froze into immobility. What the hell was going on? Had he – could he have – heard right? No, no, of course not. He tried to raise his head to see who had come in, but the tightly imprisoning legs of Bette Jean only pressed him tighter, forcing his mouth back to her insatiable cunt. "Ooooohhhhhhh, don't stop, Gary. For God's sake don't stop sucking me!" she wailed, heaving and thrusting her buttocks hungrily up against his swirling tongue.
Gary returned to the wetly open cunt before him, new desire fanned by the thought of someone next to them. He began to lick and suck harder, wishing he could see the couple. Was the boy sucking the girl as he was sucking his Mom? Was she naked, or was her dress just raised and bunched up around her waist? His mind produced a thousand pornographic pictures as his tongue lashed out in renewed fury. Bette Jean crooned in ecstasy. She was building to an uncontrollable eruption, a driving tempest which would soon shatter her pussy with an orgasm like she had never experienced before.
His licentious ideas were interrupted by a series of soulful gasps. It sounded like a woman dying. "OOOOhhhhh!" came the female groan, a familiar voice which his ears refused to identify. "Oh… God, let me down, let me down beside you."
Then came the murmur of another voice, his own rasping out. "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! I'm going to fuck you right now!"
"Yes, yes… ohhhhhhhhhh!"
The kitchen was shining when Lester got home. That damn Wanda had moved her ass after all. He opened the refrigerator door and peered in. Moving the dishes and bottles, this way and that, he still couldn't locate a beer in the icy interior.
In the living room he saw all the empty cans strewn about. What the hell was coming off around here? A man gets home tired and someone has drunk every last cold beer. There wasn't a soul in sight either. Lester went into the hall and walked toward the bedroom.
Suddenly he stopped. There was the sound of voices. Jesus! It sounded like someone was fucking! Cautiously he eased further toward the opened door. It was blocked with boys, big high school boys. What the hell was coming off!
Craning his neck around their heads and bracing himself in the open doorway he peered into the bedroom. My God! He nearly fell. Only his gripping hands on the doorframe held him up. There were four boys standing in that doorway jacking off, their faces lewd masks of lust and on the floor was Wanda spread-eagled with another boy fucking into her for all he was worth. And on the bed… his eyes squeezed shut and then opened, unable to take in what he saw… Bette Jean and Gary, naked, panting. Then he heard Gary mumble almost incoherently, "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! I'm going to fuck you right now!"
His own wife was begging for their son to fuck her! He couldn't believe it! He shook uncontrollably, lost in the roaring impact of his realization. He stared in utter shock at Bette Jean and Gary. It couldn't be… no, not that… but it was happening, happening right in front of his own eyes!
Gary's tongue moved up along her quivering belly, dipping momentarily into the curvature of her navel in passing, then tenderly licking one nipple, tantalizing it, his lips sucking the aureole to her gasping pleasure. The sudden hiatus in the rhythmic thumping on the floor told her Wanda had heard them, was now aware of what was going on. But she didn't care, didn't care! In fact, she couldn't wait for her "dear baby sister" to see her and Gary absorbed in wonderful terrible carnality. A shiver of sheer vitriolic depravity traversed her body.
Gary gasped. "Oh damnit!" he moaned, his words almost unintelligible as his mouth sucked her fevered breast. Then he removed his searing hold and looked up at her lovingly and said again. "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! I'm going to fuck you right now!"
The words surged through her, the sensations of desire almost sending her into orgasm then and there. Her belly churned with the pleasure building deep in her loins. She moved closer, fusing herself to him.
"Yes, yes… OOOhhhhh!" she moaned. She had risen up now, straddling her son, looking down at the youthful body. And he in turn seemed to grow beneath her lascivious gaze as flower buds beneath the warming rays of the sun. He spread his legs wide, opening his inner thighs to her lusting gaze. She barely heard Wanda's cry as she demanded that her cunt be fucked harder; Bette Jean's hand reached out with frantic plundering for Gary's hot, stiff cock, all else forgotten now, all else unimportant. His penis pulled gently in her grasp, and tenderly she began to stroke it, her eyes fastened on its girth, its rigid detail! How you have grown, Gary, my love. I remember when your cock was but worm size, cradled by almost invisible balls and a diaper's fluffy whiteness. How good it looked even then. And later, as you grew and it increased in size… yes, I remember the thrill of seeing an erection on you the first time, how I secretly yearned to fondle and kiss your beautiful manhood. And now you are a man, and it is searching and growing for your mother… how wonderful…
Bette Jean bent and kissed the unseeing eye of her son's prick, and then smiled at him tenderly, moving her other hand along the taut muscles of his abdomen and along his heaving chest. His cock throbbed against her cheek, and kittenishly she rubbed her soft face against it, smelling it, caressing it with her fingertips, learning every ridge and curve with passionate fervor. Gary sighed and moaned, shaking his head in ecstasy, his tongue licking his dry lips.
"Oh God, Mom! Don't stop! I love your touch on my penis…"
His vulgar words spurred Bette Jean further, and she raised her head, breathed deeply, and then plunged his shaft deep into her mouth. She began to wriggle her hips, mewling hungrily as her son's now vibrating prick nearly reached her palate, tickling the soft folds of her throat. Her hot breath against his pubic hair made Gary's loins ripple with delight and he began to fuck her mouth with long and bold strokes. His cock tasted like the finest ambrosia filling her salivating cavern with ever demanding pulses. Bette Jean cupped her son's sperm-laden balls with both her hands and started to squeeze and manipulate them with innate and loving skill while her throat continued to expand and contract in her increasing desire to suck him to climax.
I want his cum all of it I want to swallow his cum and have it boil within me… My son came to me as seed, and now he will cum again as seed…
Christ, what are they doing?
Lester gaped at the incredible debauchery being performed before him. Goddamn them, my own wife and son, so help me God I'll kill them both for this! His mind was in complete turmoil by the sickening picture of incest, the thought of his lovely wife whimpering and purring with increased and prurient bliss as she sucked Gary's shaft. In embittered shock, sick at soul Lester stood in anguish behind the masturbating boys.