Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"I-I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the bed. "But I'm so upset, Kevin. Can't we have a cold drink?" They had been drinking the scotch without ice the past couple of drinks.

Kevin swiveled from his stance and went to the kitchen for ice. She was sitting exactly where he had left her when he returned except that she had filled each of their glasses with more scotch. He dropped a couple of ice cubes in each glass, handing her one.

Liz drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts and the relieving feeling of the cold liquor washing down her throat that she didn't notice him coming up close to her. Suddenly she sensed his face inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth. She squirmed backward, but he approached again, his huge blood-filled cock pressing against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen. She couldn't deny the fascination her son held in her, the almost hypnotizing warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock poking near her moistly widening cunt. Neither could she ignore the fact that she was married to her son's father regardless of what Tom seemed able to ignore. She could hardly forget her strict moralistic background, either, which would certainly place her in hell fire for the feelings she was entertaining about her own son. But the most important thing of all was that Tom shouldn't be confronted so perhaps she had better play along. Hopefully, she wasn't just rationalizing her own desires! "Oh, yes, Kevin. I understand," she whispered.

She lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip without even thinking of what she was doing. She felt his hand reach around to the back of her dress, playing with the latch and zipper over her back until he had pulled it loose. It fluttered down, catching on her hips momentarily, and then it fell off and she kicked it to the floor. With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her half slip off too and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.

The beautiful mature auburn-haired Liz Rouelle, tipsy as she was, felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as Kevin moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. She was still partially clothed in a pair of transparent nylon panties and a brassiere that covered her lusciously uplifting titties thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.

He released one hand suddenly. With an experienced snap of his fingers, he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the brassiere dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.

"Ah! Oh! Ahhhhh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his stomach.

Moving one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad ass, he cupped one cheek while continuing to suck like a milking child on her tits. God! Those asscheeks were as beautifully shaped as her tits; the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft against him. She lowered her face, pulling his lips from her titty and locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their standing bodies for his rock-like hardness.

He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his blood-hard rigidity. Damn it! He really had her going. Now all that was necessary was to move her down onto the bed and continue what they were doing standing up.

"Let's lie down," he suggested.

Liz turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with lust. Her hand remained locked around his rapidly stiffening cock. He pulled away to sit on the bed and waited, but she didn't follow. For a moment he was worried, but then she slowly sat at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but as the act between them grew more inevitable and close, the smile became nervous.

"Kevin, I don't know about this," she finally said. "I-I am terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."

Kevin shrugged. She had been too rational all her life. That was exactly the barrier that had to be broken through. She had raised him to be rational as well, and it certainly had its value in the proper time and place… but not in bed! "What do you suppose Natalie and Pa are doing now," he said as though he were musing idly instead of reminding her of the circumstances.

Liz flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. God Almighty, he thought, he just had to have her now. He couldn't wait a moment longer! She was performing like a cockteaser. He couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation. But he knew she didn't really know what she was doing but was unconsciously responding to himself.

Silently, she picked up her scotch and sipped, then set it back down, this time on the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had talked.

He grabbed her all of a sudden, not being able to resist a moment longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her asscheeks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her familiar female odor was maddening, a perfume enhanced her natural body odors and reminded him not only of her nearness as he grew up but of a new, fresh, untouched garden. It was a spring-like smell. Her lips were soft and gave a yielding rubbery softness that sent chills over his skin in thin fine tracks like those made on the ice by skates in winter. He moved his hand to the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round asscheeks and let them drop to the floor. He then pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of red-embered auburn pubic hair.

The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Liz recoil in sudden repugnancy.

"Oh, no! No! You mustn't do that! It's awful! Oh, no, Kevin!" Liz moaned and twisted, but Kevin's heavy grip held her fast. "Please! Please! Your father has never done that to me!"

"I'm willing to bet he's done it to Natalie," he gasped. "You should have it, too. It's only fair," her son answered, his brown eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.

He placed his strong hands, palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding tits like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.

Kevin Rouelle moved his handsome face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it. It was only a matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped his dark curly head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing cuntal walls.