Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

Bette Jean stirred, feeling the warm haven of bed against her naked limbs. So sleepy… so very sleepy. Her eyes refused to open. They were laden. The sedative, it must be the sedative. She pulled fitfully at the bed jacket until she felt the cool air over her breasts. A slight noise made her stiffen, her eyes flying open then. Gary. It's Gary. Without thinking her arms reached up to him. He was her good boy, coming in after school to see how she was… but he was looking at her so strangely… so very strangely. For long minutes he looked into her eyes, just out of reach of her stretching arms and then, eyes still deadlocked to hers, she watched him tear his clothes off his strong young body. Her arms fell… oh nooooo…nooooooooo. It was wrong, horribly, hideously wrong… monstrous, depraved, evil, unclean, perverted.

Wanda came out of her room. It felt good to have a bath after working like a slave all day while Bette Jean lay in bed with one of her ailments. But this situation wasn't going any further. Tonight she'd corner old Lester and tell him just exactly what she expected. He'd agree all right. Her self confidence came back with a rush. She'd have him panting in no time… he'd agree to anything then. Strange. Gary had gone into Bette Jean's room without even saying hello when he'd come roaring in from school. She hadn't heard him come out and the door was still closed. Creeping along the hall she pressed her ear to the shut door just as the front door bell rang. Wanda almost jumped out of her skin. Damnation! Who could that be?

"Yes?" Her curt greeting changed to a slow smile of welcome as she saw five burly high school boys, their eyes almost bugging out of their heads as they took in her charms. They stood, grinning and fidgeting on the steps, sneaking glances at her unfettered breasts creaming out the front of the zip-front pink crepe housecoat.

"Come in, men," she laughed gaily turning to sweep them in with a wave of her hand. She felt better immediately. An abundance of males always made her feel better.

After the introductions, Wanda brought out beer and pretzels. They were startled but flattered that she thought they were old enough, guzzling with nonchalant ease that belied their familiarity with the bitter brew.

Wanda learned they'd come for their explorer guides meeting which Gary was supposed to be hosting. She crossed one long thigh over the other where she sat on the ottoman. All ten eyes were glued like fly paper to her movement. Heavens, these city boys were hornier than the farm boys. Bette Jean and Gary must be in bad shape if they'd both forgotten the meeting. She smiled to herself smugly. There'd be no problem entertaining the boys, of course. She could handle that nicely. Explorer guides. She could take them on a few guided tours that would rattle their eyeballs!

"We… ah… is Gary here?" the longhaired big boy in the dirty jeans and yellow shirt asked.

Wanda's head was spinning. Were Bette Jean and Gary still in her room and if so what were they doing? Could the reason for their looking so bad be that they'd… done something they shouldn't? God, what a good one that would be. She'd have Lester for sure then.

"I'm not really sure. Gary did come in a while ago. Why don't you boys finish your beer and we'll just go take a look. He must be around here somewhere." Her hand moved to the little tab at the top of the zipper that held her robe together. Very slowly and deliberately she pulled it down with a deft touch another four inches till her breasts were almost falling completely out. She felt all five boys suck in their breaths noisily, then laugh in relief at her gesture when she looked down in amazement at her twin mounds of voluptuous breasts.

"Hey… ah… how about we forget all about that meeting. Don't bother old Gary, huh? We could all go for a quick spin. I'm driving the folks' wagon. Lots of room. I mean, it'll take 10 passengers and there's only the six of us." The boy in the yellow shirt, named Pete laughed suggestively. "How about it?"

"We might just do that a little later." Wanda brought more beer which they guzzled appreciatively and then excused herself when they were almost to the point of jerking out their cocks and jacking off. All five pairs of jeans held painfully bundled young cocks that were about ready to erupt. She could hear them laughing and snickering as she made her way down the hall.

Carefully she listened at the door of Bette Jean's room, then knocked briefly at Gary's door and went in. The room stared back at her emptily. The mounting excitement rose in her chest and she went flying back to stand and listen at Bette Jean's door again. Oh God… maybe they were… maybe that explained a lot of things.

Holding her breath Wanda eased the door open noiselessly. Through the silently opened crack she'd made she saw them. Her jaw hung slack in wonder.

It was more that she had imagined… or, again, was it better? The bitch's legs were banded about Gary's head in a vice-like death grip, uncontrollably panting and groaning and demanding for her cunt to be sucked faster and harder by his slavering poker-hot tongue. She flung her buttocks abandonedly, her cunt glistening in the dim light, and Gary pumped the bed with his loins as if it were a woman, making slurping and sucking noises.

"Gary," Bette Jean moaned, "Oh God…" the words exploding from her lips before conscious thought, her loins lifting frenziedly.

Wanda half-whirled, her eyes blinking rapidly, a feeling of horror and lust shooting through her. Her way was blocked by five boys, their faces hard and demanding. She was pushed against the door which opened wider behind her.

Wanda wanted to say something to them, but her throat seemed swollen shut to such simplicities. Her belly and loins were aflame with a blinding passion which had been fostered by the presence of five horny boys and the writhing couple before her.

"Mom, I…" Gary panted, and then faltered, overcome by the wild fermentations in his loins.

Wanda heard herself whimper, "God, are they enjoying it! They're really enjoying it!"

"Christ, yes!" Pete's voice breathed near her ear. "I'm… getting a hard-on just watching!"

Wanda's eyes lowered involuntarily at the sound of his words, seeing his hand release his young, blood-swollen shaft from the binding jeans and leap outward from his loins, standing immobile and proudly erect there. Her breath caught in her throat. "Pete!" she whimpered. "Pete…"

"Look at them… look at them go! Jesus," he hissed between compressed lips.

And, suddenly, Wanda knew within herself a perverted desire which made her not only watch silently while her sister was mouth-fucked by her own son. But it aroused her completely and totally. Wanda lost all control herself then, for the force of her latent lust consumed her. She ground her teeth together, mewling, "Pete," deep in her throat, and squeezed her gushing pussy together with her thighs. She was boiling inside, boiling and she moaned at the force of her emotional heat.

Pete still infused with the sight of Gary's lewd performance and by the awareness of Wanda's arousal, began to unconsciously knead her hands over his sides and then over his belly, pulling the girl tighter against his hip.

Wanda could feel the heat of the explorer guide and she pushed eagerly against him.

"Oh God, look at them go! Look at Gary suck his mom's cunt!" Pete hissed.

Wanda's hands were like separate entities, moving within Pete's grasp, moving over his upper torso, then down over the exposed cock. She felt him grab her, toying with her lips and tongue and inside ridges.

She sucked on his tongue, her eyes tightly shut, and she moved her loins just far enough from the boy to slide her panties from her hips. One zip and the robe was on the floor. Now they stood, pressed tightly together, their thighs nude white together, inseparable, his cock see-sawing the lust-drenched cleft between her inner legs as they kissed in increasingly maddened passion. Wanda trembled with the excitement. They slowly made their way into the room, until they were beside the bed.