"See what a nice kiss it makes for you?" she asked. "Would it not be nice to have it kiss like that on the end of your so beautiful cock?" She continued to laugh as he washed his hands and shook them to dry them, then herded him back to the others.
"Well. The hero of our little drama is back. Now we can proceed." Gerault was relishing every moment of his domination over them.
"You did not yet complete the orders I gave you. It seems that you were both so hungry for soixante-neuf that you could not stop to do a little fucking for the camera. Eh, bien! You have just reversed the order in which we had planned to photograph you. Now, we will continue with the other: du meme chose, ne c'est pas."
He gestured them toward the bed, and they crawled onto the crumpled bedclothes and lay there, waiting to see what was next.
"Madame, you have expended the young man's seed with your hunger. Now you will make love to him a little, until he is ready to enter you, and then you will take him inside you for our final pictures." As he finished speaking, Gerault blew warmingly on the glowing tip of a freshly lit cigarette.
Ann turned to her son, reaching out to him, and his arms opened to take her. There was fear and guilt and shame in their eyes as their gazes met briefly. But there was something else. This first opportunity to look into each other's eyes told them both that they were sharing pleasure as well as pain and fear.
They embraced each other with a powerful need. The need to drive away the feelings of guilt and shame, and to drown themselves in the forced pleasure of their contact. Neither knew what the future held for them, after these forbidden activities, but they knew that the quickest way to end things was to resolve the problem at hand – meet the requirements of the sadistic Gerault.
Their lips met, and for the first time in his life, Tommy was not thinking like a son when he kissed his mother's lips. And Ann could only compare it in reverse, as she recalled the time when – at fourteen, and full of the bursting forces of her blossoming womanhood – she had kissed her father on the mouth, and knew that she must never kiss him again, excepting on the cheek.
Now, her memory of that journey into puberty seemed to stimulate her quiescent sexuality into fresh stirrings that trembled through her rapidly heating body. She thrust her tongue into Tommy's mouth, and he eagerly sucked at it, and caressed it with his own tongue. In seconds, she felt the stiffening evidence of his youthful virility rising steadily, its firm tip tracing a path up her thighs until it pressed against the soft flesh of her lower belly.
His hands were caressing her body, now. His fingers traced pencils of heat over her back and hips. Then he was clutching the firm cheeks of her buttocks, massaging them tenderly to the tempo of his increasing passion.
She moved her hips until his hardened flesh pressed her just where she wanted it, then made tiny movements which kept up a constant massage of her needy spot.
They were gasping for air, now, and their mouths separated. He moved his head, kissing her pantingly on neck and shoulders, then trying to kiss her swollen breasts. The shift of his body removed the source of her greatest pleasure, but she waited, giving him his feast at both breasts until the nipples were achingly distended, and she was moaning from the results.
Then she pulled his head up to hers, and kissed him again. As his head moved, his torso shifted, and the hot head of his tool was pulsing against her belly. She opened her thighs, and slipped her hips upward, then let them ride back downward with his wand captively sandwiched between the dip nether lips which had grasped it.
Once again, she started to move in short, gentle strokes, making the captured flesh massage her own tiny wand. Their mouths were tightly pressed together, their tongues thrusting and searching.
As the momentum of her passion gained speed, she suddenly sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, and his hands slid upward to cup the firm globes of her breasts. Her hands went down to grasp him, then she guided him into the spread petals of her wetly open passage.
Then he was inside her, and pressing deeply into the grasping, throbbing folds that seemed to pull him on, faster and faster. Until he felt the fluttering touch of some wildly moving thing inside her, nibbling delicately at the sensitive head of his penis.
My beautiful mother! he thought, from some subconscious area that refused to trigger his passion-mad conscience. I'm sucking my own sweet, juicy mother! Oh, God! What's that inside her that's grabbing my cock like that? I've got to get away from it. It's driving me out of my mind!
He pulled backward to escape the maddening teasing of her involuntarily grazing hold on him. Then he was thrusting, pumping, in and out, as she rotated her buttocks beneath him. Then she cried out in the throes of her heated excitement.
"Oh! Fuck me hard! Stick it in all the way! Oh-h-h-h-h!" She writhed under him, and her mouth was tight, teeth close together, lips barely parted. A hissing sound came from between her teeth as she fought for air while her jaws were locked in ecstasy.
Then she was trembling, and her body shook under him with the depth of her climax. He had just probed to her innermost wall, and the tiny hand-like grasping had him again! He felt the fluttering over his sensitive nerve ends, then he lost control, and his hot fluid poured into the fleshy folds of her pussy. He groaned as the ecstatic feeling overwhelmed him, and then he lay still, poised above her, weight resting on hands and knees, until he could stop shaking enough to roll off to the side.
I came inside her. He was horrified for a moment, remembering what he'd heard of the monstrous offspring which could result from such inbreeding. My God! I shot my load into my mother! Then he recalled the earlier discussion in the cellar, and the pill that he had seen her take before they came up here. Oh, God! I hope it works! Ah poor mother!
"You may use the bathroom again," said Gerault. Tommy was glad he could wait until his mother was through. He felt as if his bones had turned to rubber. Yvette was coating the surfaces of her last few pictures with the preservative which fixed them permanently, so Gerault guarded Ann as she went down the hall. She waited for him to leave the room, but he stood there, grinning at her.
She sighed in resignation as she moved over the bidet and squatted down. She busied herself flushing out the blobs and strings of whitish semen her son had spurted into her. Then she cleansed her entire genital area with the soothing water.
When she turned her head to see if Gerault was watching her, she sucked in her breath as her lips met the tip of the Frenchman's rigid member. He had stealthily moved up beside her as she sat there, washing herself, and had levered his penis out of his slacks, holding it right beside her cheek.
As her lips opened to gasp, he was ready, and the hard flesh went into her mouth so far that his hairy belly, which peeped through the open slot of his undershorts, pressed against her nose. His hands were around her head, and he began pumping himself into her mouth and throat, until she almost gagged.
Then he withdrew it a little, and she grabbed the rear part of the fleshy shaft to keep it from again going in so deeply. She was wise enough not to resist his attentions, and began to work on him, trying to finish the matter as quickly as possible.
But her rebel sexuality betrayed her, and soon she found herself hungrily mouthing him and stroking his shaft with one hand, while her other hand slipped into his shorts and kneaded his hairy sac with gentle, but eager caresses.
He was groaning at the sensations she induced in him, and soon he dug his fingers in her blonde tresses and cried out, as he worked his hips to drive his meat into her mouth.