Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

Almost violently, she threw her arms around her young son-in-law's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue squirming back at him blindly while his middle finger slipped slowly and teasingly under the elastic legband of her thin white panties. Then, strangely, a perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon and sliding over the highly sensitive pinkness between her legs. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each slight indentation upon his finger as it slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady teasing at the trembling little mouth of her hidden vagina.

He continued flicking at it, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped into the open vee of her gown to touch the hard pebble-like nipples that were already like hot little poker tips. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to have his way with her.

"Yes…" Carrie hissed. "… oh, yes… yessssssss…" as involuntarily she began to move her hips back and forth in time to the rhythm of her young son-in-law's lewd finger-fucking.

Suddenly Ike gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, worm two fingers at the same time high up into her hotly clenching vagina.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…"

The impact of the blunt ends of Ike's fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her now shamelessly pulsing cunt created wave after wave of startling pleasure.

Ike began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his mother-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. Perspiration popped out all over his face as he realized just what was taking place. For God's sake, he thought. Here he was with his hand up his mother-in-law's pussy while his wife and her husband not to mention the rest of the fuckin' family was sitting in the house, not fifty feet from where the two of them sat, totally involved in the most intimate of ways!

Then, without warning, Carrie grabbed Ike's invading hand in both of hers and with a muffled, almost silent scream rammed his fingers deep and hard into her quivering vaginal channel, churning and clenching the smooth wet cuntal walls around them as the beginning of a shattering climax began to well up inside her.

"… now… NOW…" she groaned in a half-whisper and then bit down hard on her lower lip as she felt her throbbing pussy expand and ripen as with a shattering suddenness, her vaginal muscles tightened and she drew in a deep breath. Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her being to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carrie moaned out lewd encouragement to her son-in-law as completely deranged by lust, she turned into a helpless mass of quivering, cumming, female flesh.

Wave after wave of hot violent flashes slammed throughout her body as her vaginal juices spilled out and over Ike's invading fingers until exhausted, Carrie, her legs still limply spread, went completely loose and slumped into a satiated heap on the old swinging sofa.

Jamie took Susan by the arm and marched her out of the big house. He didn't care to stay any longer after his brief but bitter scene with his mother, and he could see that John and Tricia were deep in the midst of a father-daughter conversation that he wanted no part of. His mother was still sulking somewhere and Ike had disappeared. The cool night mountain air did nothing to dispel his anger, and his mother's words kept going round and round in his head until he felt dizzy. All that wine and champagne didn't help either. Susan was resolutely silent beside him as they reached the small but comfortable cabin they were to inhabit during their stay at "Livingstons". Cabin Number 2, it said over the door. Next to it was Cabin 3 where their daughter Nancy was sleeping. The little girl had been thrilled at having a "house" of her own, and Jamie was glad that she wasn't sharing the room with him and Susan. He felt in a very bad mood, and he wouldn't be surprised if his wife would do or say something that would set them to arguing again!

Susan was undressing and getting ready to put on her nightgown while Jamie… already in pajamas and robe sat in a chair watching her. Her soft silken auburn hair cascaded to her shoulders as she slipped into the pale blue nylon nightgown and shook her head to make the curls fall into place. She felt a little frightened by Jamie's attitude, sensing that for once his anger had little to do with her.

Noting the transparency of his wife's night garb, Jamie suddenly blurted out, "The nerve of her… the gall!"

Suddenly Susan knew that he was talking about his mother. She realized that Jamie had been truly offended by Carrie Livingston's lack of modesty.

"You mean… Mother Livingston?" she inquired timidly. She wished that he would forget all that and see that she was there… and ready for loving! The excitement of being in a new bed always made her feel illicit and want to make love… and since it had been so very long…

"Why don't you just forget it honey…" she said approaching her blonde husband. "You know she's always been a little eccentric… let's think about… us!" She placed her arm around him, emboldened by all the champagne she'd drunk, and then ran her fingers through his wavy hair.

Jamie breathed in the womanly fragrance of his wife. It reminded him of something. In an instant he knew what it was. His mother's scent! Those times when he used to scrub her back in the tub… the way she had looked… the smooth silkiness of her body… the way he had felt!!!

His fury returned, and he realized that Susan was kissing him. There was something terrible about her arms around him, her breasts pressing close to him… the moistness of her lips… something that made him feel like he was smothering… and yet simultaneously a fierce lust overcame him and he could feel his big cock looming up like a club-hammer… thick and twice as hard! He stood up abruptly and Susan jumped back a little.

"Let's go to bed…" he said in a low tense voice. He began ripping off his robe and pajamas and presently stood naked before her.

Susan was unbelievably happy. At last they were really going to make love. She too began to unclothe, and when she had revealed the complete tender sight of her firm full breasts with their pink nipples with areolas the size of half dollars, she shivered a little. She was cold, but she was also filled with a wonderful excitement! Jamie was clearly in a state of incredible arousal, from the size of his upstanding cock! She imagined the feel of its hard bulk ramming high up in the narrow confines of her vagina! God, how she wanted him!

"Lie down…" Jamie said.

Susan hastened to do as she was told. In a flash she was on the bed beside him, breathing shallowly, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. How fast her heart was beating!

"That bitch," Jamie was thinking… "That cunt!" He seemed to still see his mother's well cared for and well displayed figure, the way she had been in the kitchen a short while before.

"Jamie…" Susan whispered, hesitantly.

"Turn over…" he said. He felt beyond himself… maniacal almost. He knew at once what he wanted to do to punish his mother for making such a lewd spectacle of herself. A slight smile came to his lips.

"Turn over on your belly, I said!" Jamie hissed down at his unsuspecting wife. He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet with her and when she lay beside him on her stomach, he watched as her white buttocks quivered and shook with each trembling breath she gasped in. He pulled away the sheet and stared down at his wife's gleaming milky skin, the well-rounded softness of her nether cheeks bobbing defenselessly before him. His cock ached dully and he felt prey to a gnawing lust that no normal loving could satisfy.