Unknown - His incestuous wife

Virginia went to her dresser and looked under her underwear until she found the pictures that had started the whole thing off. She looked at them, thinking that she wouldn't need them now, they were no longer enough. She was on the verge of tearing them up when she thought better. "Maybe you need them on some cold rainy day," she said, and tucked them under a pair of silky panties.

Harvey noticed at supper what a good mood his wife was in, even contemplated fucking the old girl, but he really didn't have the time; it was his card night, and he was late. Actually, it was his business partner's card night, and the man's wife was waiting. She was a very hot piece, and her eighteen-year-old daughter had hinted that she might be interested when he got done humping mamma.

Later that evening when her lust had subsided and she was alone, Virginia thought about the day and the two boys. She didn't feel guilty, and Harvey probably wouldn't care anyway, she wondered if what she had done was right. She feared that she enjoyed young boys too much and decided that she needed to get away for a while.

She hadn't seen her brother, Jerry, for six years, even though he lived only five hundred miles away. He lived in a small town, it would be calm and quiet there, and just the tonic she needed. She went to the phone and called him. Jerry was delighted to hear her voice and immediately invited her for a visit She accepted and went upstairs to pack. There was no need to wait; she would leave in the morning.

The next morning, Virginia told Harvey that she was going to visit her brother, maybe for a week, maybe a month. Harvey was badly hung over and didn't seem to care. All he said was, "Okay, see you when you get back," and starred into the bathroom.

It had been a rough night for Harvey. He had gone to his partner's house and fucked his wife on the couch. They had had several drinks and then gone dancing. After drinking and dancing until midnight, they had come home and again fucked on the couch. The lady's daughter had watched from the hall, and when her mother passed out, led the bone-weary Harvey up to her parents' bedroom, where she sucked his cock until it was hard again, and then fucked him good. Once was not enough for the little nymph, and when he left at three a.m., he was completely fucked out.

As it turned out, Virginia's bus didn't leave until late afternoon so she went to a bar. She had eleven opportunities to be picked up and turned them all down. She was pleasantly drunk and feeling very pleased with herself when at last she settled into her seat and the bus eased from the terminal.

She dozed off, but awakened with a start, sensing that someone was looking at her. She saw a young boy across the aisle and one row forward, staring back at her. He quickly turned away when her eyes blinked open. She immediately realized that she was sitting quite carelessly and brought her legs together. Then it dawned on her: The little bastard had been looking up her skirt! The blood rushed to her temple in a blush, a blush that brought a surge of excitement.

The boy peeked back again, but seeing her eyes open, jerked forward. She felt the lust boiling inside her body and chastised herself. This was the exact opposite of what her trip was for. She had to control herself.

Virginia glanced around the bits. The seat beside her was empty, of course, as was the seat directly across the aisle. She slouched down in her seat and closed her eyes until they were just slits and, in spite of her good intentions, raised her skirt and opened her legs. Her reward came quickly; the boy glanced back again and seeing her eyes closed, feasted his eyes on her bare thighs, and now, even the crotch of her white panties.

God the boy thought, what luck! She's gone back to sleep. And, Jesus her dress now higher than it was before, and look at all the pussy hair sticking out around her goddamn panties. Boy, would I ever like to kiss her right on her dirty cunt. He wanted to rub his cock through his pants, but was afraid his mother, who was sitting beside him, would know what he was doing.

Virginia could see him clearly through her partially closed eyes, see the lust written all over his youthful face. He was around nineteen, and terribly cute, with curly blond hair that was really too long for a boy, and the bluest eyes. He was small and frail-looking, and Virginia liked that. Her blood was racing, and she could feel the crotch of her panties growing damp. She moved her legs as if she were having a dream and the damp material sunk into her deep gash, outlining her cunt perfectly.

The boy's eyes went round as he watched her squirm, watched her cunt suck the flimsy little panties up. He stared without caution, sure that the stupid lady was sound asleep.

Virginia finally admitted the awful truth: She had to have this beautiful boy, this boy who looked so frail, yet whose eyes betrayed the lust that filled this innocent-looking little male animal. But she would have to be careful, play it along slowly, couldn't let the little prick's mother get it all.

She gave the boy a good show, and when the bus stopped for supper, she went to the rest room and removed her panties. She managed to be standing at the door getting a breath of air when the boy emerged from the restaurant. He was perfect-so thin and fragile and beautiful. He was well ahead of his mother, but looked away with embarrassment when he passed. Virginia whispered loudly, "Come back and sit beside me when it gets dark." He didn't look back, she was sure he heard.

It was dusk when they got started again and the bus had gone several miles before the boy screwed up enough courage to look back. He glanced first at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, or so he thought, and then down to her knees. He felt a rush of disappointment; her legs were closed and well-covered, but they didn't stay that way. His eyes bugged wide when her hands went to the hem of her skirt and slowly brought it up her thighs, the same thighs separating just as slowly, until he could see her crotch, and.., and she didn't have her underwear on! His eyes quickly darted to her face; her eyes were open and she was smiling. He turned quickly in his seat, sweat coming to his brow.

He sat staring blindly at the back of the seat in front of him, the sweat trickling down his forehead, the feeling of fear and excitement growing. He looked back again, and she was still smiling at him, and still displaying her naked cunt. She formed the words clearly with her lips: "Come and sit with me, honey." The boy swallowed the lump from his throat and nodded in agreement, then turned to stiffly face forward again.

The darkness came quickly inside the bus until it was bathed in a faint glow from the lights along the floor. The boy hadn't looked back since her last proposal and she was beginning to doubt that he would come. And then suddenly, he was out of his seat and sliding past her knees into the seat beside her. He sat stiffly erect, staring straight ahead.

"What did you tell your mother?" Virginia asked.

He looked at her then. "I told her I was moving back a couple of rows so I could sit by a window. She's almost asleep," he answered.

"She won't come back to see where she?"

"We ride the bus a lot and I sit somewhere else a lot. We both like to sit by a window," he said. He was feeling braver now. "You're pretty."

"Thank you. You're pretty, too."

"Nah, boys ain't pretty."

"All right, you're handsome." She still thought he was pretty-beautiful, actually.

"I ain't handsome, neither," he said, shifting about uneasily. "How come you wanted me to come and do it with you?"

"I was lonesome and you looked like you would be good company."

"How could you tell that?" The boy was fucking.

"By the way you looked at me."