Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his stiffened fleshy rod in her hand. "I never thought it could feel good this way!"

Tom Rouelle looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in which she was embracing him. She had hooked her legs around his waist like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking while she continued massaging and jerking at his blood-engorged cock and fondling the velvety sac of his balls in her hands. The surging of lewdly ensnarling bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her tits crushed against his back while her rapidly pumping hand increased its milking clasp over the hard-veined shaft of his lewd cock, sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through his tensed body. He had to get that cock of his into her desirous mouth and it better be quick! He wanted to see her sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as he had seen the woman in the living room devouring that other man's hard rod. Only Tom would reserve his hot spurts of creamy cum for the warm silky confines of her tight sweet cunt. He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense momentarily. Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck, and he drew his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her onto the mattress beside him. "The light. Put out the light," Natalie cried out between lusty gasps for breath. "If I'm going to suck you off right, I have to have atmosphere."

Tom jumped up, knocking one of the sherry glasses over on the floor, and switched off the overhead light. Then returning, he lay down, leaning back on the bed, feeling her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly until her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery red head of his cock. Slowly she began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument. God Almighty, he thought, when had he ever known such ecstasy? He sure as hell had a lucky son. Imagine coming home to this after work every night! Idly, even though it was silly, he dreamed of asking his son if he wouldn't like to swap houses!

By the time they started to move toward the hallway, Liz was in a frenzied pitch of uncontrollable excitement. The mixture of hashish and martinis had contributed to a generally dazed state of confusion that defined the handsome young man with her as her date, her lover, her son no more! She had let his hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and pulled on his hardened prick until they were both in a state of dangerous arousal. It had been all she could do to keep him from stripping her right in the living room and forcing his ready cock into her moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will power that had prohibited her from succumbing in public.

But now she was feeling an audaciousness that she had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before. She was certainly no longer the same woman since her son got married. Her change had been a matter of personal defense, she told herself with a drunken little pout. They were walking down the hallway, and she knew with a certainty that was beyond question that she was being led to the very room where Tom had gone with Natalie. Well, so be it! she decided. In fact, had she been asked, that is the very room she would choose.

For a moment she threatened to lose her balance until Kevin's hands groped to her shoulders and quickly pulled her to him. His lips flattened against hers, and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as she sucked hungrily on it. He pulled away and began moving his hands over her tits, kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips against his chest.

"God, Ma, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you, too, dear," she panted, pressing her belly against the slight jerk of his lust-solid rigidity there where his loins rubbed into the softness of her stomach.

"This is my bedroom. I have a key. It's locked," he whispered in gasps, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.

By now they both understood who else was in that room, and they knew the knowledge was mutual between them. But Kevin stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb the room's inhabitants. Liz slipped quickly in behind her son. There was very little illumination at all, but still Liz removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps no one was here after all, she thought.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."

A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as either Tom's or Natalie's wafted through the silence of the room. There was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to resume whatever they had been doing before the interruption. Liz now realized for the first time that her husband and daughter-in-law were actually there, and she thought she would faint, but she didn't. It was all true! She had gone through the last incredible week as though her husband was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed it was a practice with him, not deep inside. A slight wet sucking sound mocked that naivete, and she believed it now. Apparently, they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there was no threat from the visitors.

"That's right. Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. "Ooooooohhhhhh, yeeeessssss, my ass, too! I'll kneel up further."

The voice was Tom's.

Kevin moved closer and Liz gradually made out the outline of his form standing next to her in the darkness. He reached down the back of her dress and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving asscheeks, squeezing the sides of the now slightly sweating crack together with his clenching fingers. Oh, God, she thought. Natalie must be running her tongue all over Tom's body, even the backside! Would Kevin expect her to do the same thing to him? She just couldn't! She wouldn't! It was filthy! She found herself wishing she hadn't come, and she considered running away for a minute.

But before she could move, Kevin turned and faced her directly, trapping her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from her neck to her hips. She could feel his blood-veined cock, already long and hard from the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly to the floor. He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped into erection from the cool rush of air over them. Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing, and she had to smile at her son's obvious impatience to get at her.

"Listen, Ma, I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a meaningful voice.

One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded asscheeks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed. She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for fear that Tom or Natalie would be there, and he moved up close behind her, and they stood there for a long moment. Her nakedly exposed body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his hotly bulging groin. As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her own warmly moistening genitals.