Unknown - His incestuous wife

Virginia remained seated on the floor, thinking about what she had just done, trying to make some small sense out of the whole thing. It was strange, but she didn't feel any guilt, none at all. What bothered her most was how quick it had been, just a fleeting moment and then it was over. Her appetite was not satisfied.

After several minutes of reflection, she got to her feet; she WS still a little giddy from the beer and she had to pee. She decided to hold the pee, it felt kind of good, and pulled on a pair of panties. Quickly deciding against wearing a dress, she went down to the liquor cabinet. She liked the feel of her big tits swinging free for a change, and cupped them in her hands, her thumbs rubbing at the ripe nipples.

She sunk heavily into an easy chair and sipped at her drink. The strong Scotch and water had her tight in minutes. Her mind wandered back to sex, and, opening her legs wide, she slid her hand down inside her panties. The crotch was already wet.

She brought herself to a crashing come wondering what it would be like to fuck a younger, less experienced boy. Her belly heaved and she gasped for breath while her fingers went wild between the thick, wet lips of her cunt. A thought struck her and she started to pee: Chuck Morrison, the boy next door, was younger,

She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. She was coming hard, and she continued peeing, wetting herself liberally, and her hand still busy in her excited gash.

Virginia got weakly to her feet and went to the bar in the corner. She decided that since she had started on Scotch, she would go on a Scotch kick and mixed a double. It tasted good and made her feel quite drunk, so she made another. With bleary eyes, she sponged off the stained chair and went upstairs for a hot bath.

After her bath, she lay on the bed and finished her drink, petting her pussy all the while. There was a need there that Harvey and his huge prick just couldn't fulfill, even if he fucked her three times a day. She went to sip fantasizing the fulfillment of that need.

It was afternoon when she awakened, and, slipping on a thin little dress, she went to the kitchen, for some lunch. She enjoyed the feeling of being naked under her dress, and after a light lunch, mixed a tall drink and went Onto the patio to read. She tugged the lounger onto the grass and settled herself comfortably in the warm sun, a pleasant alcoholic glow already seeping into her body.

Her choice of reading was boring, however. She was about to give it all up and go back in the house when a ball bounded into her yard from the Morrisons'.

A moment later the gate opened and Chuck Morrison came charging through. He stopped short when he saw Virginia.

"Oh" he said, "I didn't know yap were out here, Mrs. Simmas."

"That's okay, Chuck. Your ball's over there in the bushes."

He looked sheepish. "I was hitting a few against the fence and got a little too much on one." He went quickly to the bush and retrieved his ball.

"Come over here a. minute, Chuck," Virginia said.

The boy came over, tossing the ball over his shoulder and catching it with one hand.

"Sit down on the grass and talk to me. I'm bored," she said.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about, Mrs. Simmas?" he answered, flopping onto the grass.

Virginia threw the magazine onto the grass and opened her legs slightly. She saw him staring at her legs, at the expanse of white thigh that was showing. He was such a beautiful boy, she thought, and took a swallow from her glass. He looked so sexy sitting there.

She lifted her skirt above mid-thigh. "Do you think my legs are too fat, Chuck?" she asked.

Uh, gosh no, Mrs. Simmas. They're great," he said. He was blushing and averted his eyes from her legs.

"Why thank you, Chuck. You're sweet," Virginia gushed. She lifted her feet onto the lounger and opened her legs, her skirt sliding down to her crotch.

Chuck took a look, obviously at a loss for words. "What's that you're drinking, Mrs. Simmas? Looks nice and cool," he said, his voice a little too shy.

"It's Scotch. Have you ever tasted Scotch?"

"Nope," he said.

"It's good. Here, try it." She held the glass out to him.

The boy looked around to make sure his mother wasn't lurking behind a tree and took the glass. He took a drink and made a face. "Kind of strong," he said.

"It grows on you. Take another drink."

He took another drink. "Yeah, you're right," he said manfully, and took another swallow.

Virginia pulled her knees up and clasped them in her hands, her hairy cunt opening wet and pink for his eyes to see. They bulged open.

"Finish it, honey. I'm already a little drunk."

Chuck finished the Scotch.

Virginia let her hands fall from her knees. "Sit up here beside me," she said, letting her legs fall wide open. He got up slowly his eyes glued to her open cunt. "Don't be bashful, darling. Come here!"

Chuck threw the glass down and stepped closer. Virginia reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him down on top of her. Since her legs were wide apart, he lay between them, and she raised them into the air and curled them over his back. She pulled his head down and kissed him on the mouth.

She forced her tongue inside his mouth and then pulled away. "I saw what your mother did to you last night, Chuck. I watched you through a crack in the fence."

"Really?" the boy stammered. "You saw us in the back yard?" "Yes, really. And I want to suck your cock, too." She held him firmly with her legs, grinding slowly against the come material of his jeans.

"Oh, Mrs. Simmas, Mrs. Simmas," he groaned, trying to hunch inside her tightly clasping legs.

She was going to tell him to call her Virgie, like she had with J, but it seemed so much more. exciting when he called her Mrs. Simmas. He said it with such reverence and awe.

"Will you let me take your prick in my mouth, Chuck?" she asked lewdly.

"Mrs. Simmas, I.. I'd rather put it in you.. you know, down there!" he cried.

"In me where?" she prodded, knowing the answer.

"in your cunt," the boy blurted.

She loosened her legs and slid her hand between their bodies. "I'll suck on it a little to get it all hot and slippery and then we'll go in my bedroom and take off all our clothes and…" While she threw don his zipper, she pulled his face to hem and pushed her tongue wetly in and out of his mouth, then breathed huskily against his lips. "And then you can put it in my cunt. Yes, honey, Mrs. Simmas will let you fuck her!"

Chuck wasn't sure how she accomplished it so quickly, but before he knew it, she had his pants and shoes down his thighs arid had him on his knees straddling her body. Her hands grasped his bare ass, her fingers digging into the cleft, and pulled him against her face. Her mouth opened and she took his cock inside all the way.

His cock was smaller than Joe's, though every bit as hard, and felt smooth and velvety and alive. It twitched and pulsed against her palate and she sucked on it with relish, knowing this was her fulfillment, her calling, and her head's desire.

The nozzle of his cock was at the entrance to her throat and she knew he was leaking his soupy stuff because she could taste it. Chuck moaned softly, starting a slow fuck-motion with his hips. With her nose nuzzling in his soft sparse hair, she felt him stiffen and knew he was close. Determined that it wouldn't end as quickly as it had with Joe, she reached up and took the base of his cock in her fingers and pinched. The boy hunched and grunted in an effort to get his rocks off, but Virginia held him tight.

She wasn't sure she was coming, but she felt ill syrupy inside. The booze she had drunk made her dizzy, and the boy-cock in her mouth made her cunt tingle. It was so wet she could feel it leaking onto her thighs.