Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"You stay right here. I have an idea," Kevin said suddenly, and he got up briskly.

Before his mother could utter a single protest about being left alone, he had disappeared out of the room. The groups of people standing around in front of her were breaking off into couples, she noticed, and some of them went into the interior of the apartment while others began dancing closely to the slow insistent beat of soft music coming from the stereo set. There was something openly provocative about how the dancers thrust their bodies up against one another in a kind of grinding movement that matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified music. It was as though the dim colored lights in the room had given them new identities and they were free to do what they pleased in the shadows. Through the hallucinatory flicker of the strobe light, Liz made out the embracing forms of one couple who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other. The man ran his hands over the woman's full sensuous tits, and the woman wrapped her hands around the man's asscheeks, pulling his groin to hers as though they were in a standing copulation position. Good God, the two of them were actually dry humping right out in the open where everyone could see! But Liz doubted whether the others paid the least attention. They were too much a part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm of their own bodies.

"Isn't it interesting?" Kevin asked with a kind of animal purr in his voice when he sat down again beside her, another martini for her. He took her emptied glass from her hand and gave her the fresh one.

"I-I didn't even know you'd come back," she stammered and automatically took the drink from him.

"Oh, you were preoccupied with not missing anything," he laughed, gesturing his head toward the couple she had been watching. "But see there. That couple you can barely see over there should be of interest. The blond hair is clear."

The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe made it almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of the two bodies he was indicating, but they too were thrusting back and forth against one another in time to the music. But eventually, as though she were putting together a puzzle, Liz focused with some clarity on the man's body. His clothing was too usual for its familiarity to mean anything, but she was soon certain that it was indeed Tom's body. It was Tom's mouth pressing against the blond woman's lips. After all her years of marriage, she would recognize him in the dimmest corner.

Kevin sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as she sat up and leaned forward on the couch. Her response had been automatic, however, and she made no move to resist Kevin's cautionary gesture. Furthermore, she found that the shock of suddenly recognizing her husband's form made her legs feel strangely watery, as though if she tried to stand she would collapse. She had not expected to feel that way. Then she felt the softness of her titties crushed tightly against Kevin's chest and she pulled back.

She recklessly gulped down her drink although she knew she was several martinis over her limit now. She sat for a moment in stunned silence as Tom and the other woman continued dancing to a low primitively sensual voice on the stereo. The arms of the couple were hooked around each other's backs, their groins locked in an obscenely gyrating embrace. Wild thoughts of abruptly denouncing Tom in front of everyone raced through Liz's mind, but she knew she had decided against such a course of action in more thoughtful moments. Yet something was happening to her that she didn't understand. She was feeling a totally foreign recklessness. What would he do next, she wondered! She didn't just wonder, either. She was positively famished to know!

Then, dumbbell that she was, it hit her like a bolt of lightning that the little blond he was dancing so obscenely with was, of course, Natalie! Her large, full upswinging tits were barely reaching to the base of his chest, and the long swathe of bleached blond hair that hung down her back obviously belonged to her daughter-in-law. Now, did she have to ask what was going to happen next?

"That's Natalie, all right," Kevin sighed as though reading his mother's thoughts.

Liz had been so involved in watching Tom and Natalie that she had not noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a similar performance. Everyone seemed to be getting to that sooner or later, she thought wryly. She felt Kevin's arm nudge her softly in the side, however.

"Looks like the exhibitionists are taking over," he said with a mock innocence that was almost funny to her reeling, changing mind.

Liz sipped from her new martini and peered through the darkness at the figures of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a neighboring couch. The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the man's groin. She had pulled the front of her dress right down to her waist, and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread and openly exposed loins. Suddenly, the man reached toward the girl's frilly blouse and pulled it completely open. The young woman was wearing no brassiere, and her naked tits popped out, quivering slightly, and the room seemed silent. A new record began playing on the stereo. It sounded strangely unfamiliar in style to Liz, exotic, and its rhythms matched the lewd uninhibited movements of the lovers who had slipped to the couch. "This is the second stage of the party," Kevin said almost inaudibly. "After this comes stage three when everyone disappears into the bedrooms and down the hall into a friend's apartment or just curl up on the couches right here."

Liz nodded paralyzed, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going on in front of her. She could see the details of the two bodies that were now half naked, with disturbing clarity. The girl was lying spread-eagled in the center of the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a cushion, her face contorted with ecstasy. The man pulled his pants partially down his thighs and kneeled between her naked widely spread legs, running his lips up and down her body. He sucked her heaving tits into softly quivering hardness and then traced a path down to the flat plane of her spasmodically jerking stomach and inner thighs. The girl writhed beneath his steadily flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to the lightly trembling flesh of her belly.

Kevin lit a cigarette, although he didn't often smoke, and handed it to his mother. In a mechanical response, she raised it to her lips and continued watching the couple's strange performance, which had mesmerized her into a mute acceptance of whatever might happen next. No, she hadn't wanted to come here, and it was against her best inclinations to stay any longer, but she was compelled now to keep an eye on Tom, for some reason. She dragged again on the cigarette that Kevin had given her. It had an odd sweet taste and it burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost soothed her, adding to the general light-headed feeling that she had felt come and go all evening.

"What in the world is this I'm smoking, Kevin?" she whispered.

"Hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone.

"You're kidding," she exclaimed under her breath, and when he only smiled, she was convinced that he was indeed kidding and paid it no more attention. Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room. The woman was beautiful and had red hair, redder than her own, she thought as she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch. It was odd, but she found herself almost identifying with the prone figure whose mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture as the man continued licking and teasing at her nakedly exposed white flesh and working her into a fever pitch of excitement. Perhaps it was all those martinis mingling with her own repressed sexual desires that created the feeling of wicked participation in the almost pagan ritual, but Liz let the speculation slip, from her mind and continued to watch.