Grace Wilkinson - Family night

MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" A steady droning sound now issued from the bedroom, and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was happening. Somehow though he couldn't. He just couldn't really imagine his mother doing what all the fellows at school were always talking about. On the other hand, logically, he saw no reason for her not to… it was just that he had never thought of her in connection with… with fucking!

Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the creeping of his hand toward the center of his crotch. But it was impossible. His young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its cramped position in his pants was unbearable. He reached out suddenly and turned out the lamp on the table beside him. Then, in total darkness, he unzipped his fly. His erect young penis popped out easily from his shorts, and before he had thought about it any further he was massaging it lovingly in his hands. It was oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he didn't quite know where to turn for solace. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which he'd been standing. He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her new husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.

Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick, as Rick let his head fall back on the sofa. Lips slightly parted, eyes closed, he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered the smooth tip of his penis, then forcefully, he brought it back down again. Again and again he continued this, something he'd been doing every night now anyway. But this time, it was different. Dull images of writhing naked bodies formed as his mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish pitch. His mother, oh Mother… he thought, and in his mind her cries were uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on his own hardened young cock. The prickly electrical sensations that raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and somehow, on each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty sigh. He'd never really thought of masturbation as evil… they'd been taught in school that it was not… but now it seemed totally illicit to him to be there in his own living room, exposed as he was and feeling feelings he'd never even dreamed of. Yet, could the connection with his mother be all wrong? As far as he'd been concerned… up 'til now, she could do no wrong… whatever wrong there was, therefore, had to do with Don. Anger welled within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on him once more… shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued slipping his fist over his heated penis. It fit so well there in the palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the seeping of his excitement.

"Oh Don… don't ever stop fucking me… don't ever stop… uuuuuuungh!"

Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words. And enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he rammed his foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the complete length of his penis again, twisting slightly with small teasing motions when he reached the top.

"Oh, no Mother… no…" something prompted him to say… "I'll never stop… I'll never stop!"

There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight swollen head of her husband's penis pressed up into her. His long thick cock slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily throbbing cuntal passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to push down on her. He was taking her with such force that she had trouble breathing, but the fire inside her more than compensated for any discomfort she felt. She was skewered now to the hilt, her cunt walls aching at the thick round pole of lust-hardened flesh they surrounded so tightly. Her entire vaginal passage was consumed with tormented lust. One orgasm had led to another and now, she knew she was going to cum again. How was it possible for her to cum still one more time? But she knew she would. She felt it in her entire being with a profound certainty. She moaned slightly and tried to move a little beneath him. He was really too heavy on her… much too heavy this time. But she could see from his lust incited features that she could no longer reach him… he would do with her what he wanted now. It felt as though he was fucking her all the way up to the fullness of her breasts! His hands were cupped underneath her smooth undulating buttocks, and she could feel the pain as his knuckles kneaded hard into her tender flesh. She had attained the state of total submission that she had hoped for. Within her secret passage… so carefully guarded, all those long years of widowhood… there were no more secrets from Don's impaling cock. It was what she had wanted, what she needed… to give herself up completely this way! She thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be completely happy.

Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking noise filled the room every time Don slid out and then slammed brutally back into her helplessly aroused genitals. She felt a gigantic shudder race through her, starting curiously at the nape of her neck. It traced downward toward the base of her spine and then traveled the length of her wide split rectal passage. From there it spread to her vagina and seemed to pause a moment before expanding incredibly within her squirming loins as though it were about to burst her into a zillion tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat, as the orgasm increased, moving outward in all directions at once. Sometimes it seemed to be in her breasts, other times it dwelt upon the bludgeoning head of her husband's cock where it increased and decreased as he continued his steady pounding in and out. She felt him grow bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina was enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed outwards with arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against the rug with each upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix. Wave after wave of dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot incandescent fireflies, inundated her straining body. Moans of incredulous wonder escaped her lips as every second she thought it would end, but, impossibly the orgasm continued. She was falling through the night, lost in space somewhere, totally weightless. Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls clasped tighter around her husband's enormous penis.

Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched cunt and Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping… oh God, what a delicious feeling… pumping steady streams of seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folks of her hungrily sucking pussy.

When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless bliss of darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging together, Rick, their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in the living room, straight into the air. There was not much yet, but it in no way affected the quality of his climax, for on his lips almost unbeknownst to him, were two names… his mother's and then… strangely, his own sister's. He had never known such a bittersweet orgasm and although his passion-distorted mind had knowingly been spurred on by his young mother's love cries, Rick was still not sure what it all meant.

Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his mother had returned home from her honeymoon. Ever since that first terrible night, he had been unable to stay anywhere near the living room at night. Even so, during the week that had passed, he had discovered that grownups did not confine their lovemaking to night time. Over the weekend when Don was home from his job as a surveyor in Marin County, both he and MaryAnn had been startled… while they were having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of their mother's sexual arousal… emanating from behind the closed bedroom door.