Unknown: His incestuous wife

Harvey never did get a hard-on, yet she sucked his cock for a long time, and she masturbated again, coming twice. Over twenty years without finger-fucking and now three times in one day-what was becoming of her? She pressed her head into the soft pillow and went to sleep, a warm glow in her belly and, for the first time in her life, the taste of a man's prick on her lips.

Harvey awakened the next morning with his usual hangover. "Goddamn," he said. "Head like a balloon," and stumbled into the toilet to relieve himself.

Virginia lay in bed and watched him through the open door. She wondered what tiara Morrison would do if she ever got a brute of a man like that on top of her. Go ape, probably.

She slipped into a robe and went to the kitchen and had coffee with hint. He looked so different in a suit and a tie, more civilized, less like a gorilla. Harvey finished his coffee and kissed her on the cheek, taking a moment to stare down the front of her gown. She had magnificent tits "Had the screwiest dream last night," he.. "Oh? What was it about?" "Too far out. You'd never believe it," he said, and left for work. Virginia poured herself another cup of coffee and reflected on the day just pest. It was a day like she had never experienced before, a day she wasn't sure she would want to repeat. She felt guilty, yet titillated; ashamed, yet desiring more. She was shocked at her neighbor's behavior. The way Clara had brazenly displayed herself in front of her young son and the nonchalant way she had watched him fondle his cock, not to mention her wanton lust with Jack. It left her puzzled, unsure whether she knew anything at about people.

Rut most of, she was shocked by her own behavior. She knew it was her best time of the month, but that wasn't the reason; she had her hot time every month. She had been pretty drunk, too, but that was no excuse; she got pretty drunk quite often lately. No, it wasn't that simple; it WAS latent desire that had been there all along, building day by day, and yesterday it had exploded.

She went back up to her bedroom and took the pictures out from her dresser drawer. Her body tingled. She wanted to masturbate, make the grand feeling explode in her cunt again, but fought off the urge. She felt very pious as she put the pictures away, imagining herself filled with strength of character or some such thing, knowing deep inside that she was saving it for later. It would be so much better if she let the lust grow a little.

She decided against wearing any underwear and then put on a pair of Ruthie's old jeans, even though they were too small, because they felt so good and snug against her cunt. The coarse material pulled into her lips and rubbed gloriously between her already aroused pussy. Her cunt flared out obscenely against the jeans. She felt wanton and enjoyed it. After cleaning the kitchen and doing the breakfast dishes, Virginia went out to the patio. It was a beautiful day, warm and pleasant; still, she felt tense. Her obsession with the pictures upstairs in her drawer was beginning to annoy her. She went back into the kitchen and had a drink, and when that didn't help, decided to do her shopping, anything to get her mind off sex. She was doing fine until the box boy loaded her groceries and walked along beside her, pushing the cart. She noticed the slight pull on the tendons in his neck and the ripple of the muscles in the backs of his arms. He was such a fine-looking boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She kept glancing to the front of his trousers. "Just load them in the back seat," she said, and opened the front door and sat down, her legs out in front of her. She took a cigarette from her purse and spread her legs apart, the deep cleft of her cunt as visible under her skirt as if she were naked. "Do you have a match?" she asked. The boy slammed the back door and turned. He looked first at her crotch and then at the clear outline of her nipples etched in her blouse. He fumbled in one pocket and then the other, the color rising slowly in his cheeks. "Uh.. . no, ma'am," he stammered. "That's all right," she said. "I can use the car lighter." Her eyes moved don to the front of his pants again, and she saw his young cock pressing against his pants leg. The little bastard was getting a hard-on! She leaned back to push in the lighter, watching him from the corner of her eye, her knee coming up to give him a better angle.

He stand openly at her cunt, but when she straightened up again, he turned and fled. She watched him run, the grocery cart bouncing wildly in front. The little coward, she thought, the dirty little coward!

On the drive home, she saw a male dog trying to mount another pooch and pulled to the curb to watch. It was something that two days ago would have disgusted her, but now she was fascinated. She watched the big dog wrap his paws around the other dog's belly, his long, red prick sticking straight out under his belly. She groaned as she saw it sink into the patiently standing female's cunt, and covered her eyes, but only for an instant. The big male jerked wildly, spearing his slippery looking cock in with astounding ferocity. The fuck didn't last long. Virginia wondered if it would hurt for a dog to jam his prick into a woman like that. She bit the end of her tongue, making it bleed, and peeled away from the curb.

When she got home, she removed all her clothing and lay on the bed and masturbated with her collection of pictures. She imagined herself reaching out and opening the box boy's fly. She could almost feel the throbbing veined cock and pursed her lips and roiled her tongue as if she had it in her mouth. Her orgasm was a good one and lasted for a long time.

Harvey came home that evening tired and out of sorts. He grumbled about his feet hurting all through the meal and, after dinner, lay don on the couch with his feet up to watch TV. He killed two six-packs of beer, and went quickly to sleep. Virginia looked distastefully at the fat slob and went to the kitchen and made herself a drink. After two, she took the bottle of vodka and went out to the patio. It was a warm night, and by nine o'clock, she was pleasantly drunk.

She was drunkenly pondering her plight when the yard light flared on in the Morrison back yard. She sat for a while staring at the slits of light piercing through the cracks in the six-foot redwood fence. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she went up to the fence and peered through one of the narrow cracks. Her breath caught in her throat. Chuck was standing not two feet from the fence, his cock in his hand. He was pining.

The heat rose in Virginia's cheeks and she pressed her eye to the crack. Then she stiffened; Clara had come out of the house and she was walking towards the unsuspecting boy.

"I've told you a thousand times not to do that in the yard. It kills the them," Clara said.

"Aw, Mom," he answered, but he didn't stop. He sprayed his stream back and forth across the pass, and when he finished, he shook his dick violently and then started a slow push-pull motion, making the slim rod grow in his hand.

"I've told you not to do that, too. Your father would have a fit"

"It's getting hard now, Mom. I don't want to stop," Chuck whined.

To Virginia's astonishment, Clara stepped close to her son and pushed his hand away. "Do you want Mother to do it?" she said.

"Yea," he answered quickly.

"Once you start, you shouldn't stop. It can hurt you, she said, taking his cock-shaft between two ringers. "Now Mother will have to finish it off for you." She slowly peeled the long foreskin back to reveal a glistening, beautifully tapered head. "I'm glad we didn't have you circumcised. It's so much nicer like this." She increased her speed, pulling the skin back and forth over his knob. "Oh, Son," she cried, "you're getting such a good hard-on!"