Grace Wilkinson: A family perversion

Liz lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair. She could see a repetition of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only this time it looked like the young couple were far more serious in their intentions. If she got up now and went somewhere, it would be only too obvious why she had left, or they would think so, anyway. Mother was frustrated! So she had to stand her ground. She would simply try to keep her eyes off them.

But their young bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as they touched each other. Despite her resolve, Liz discovered her own nipples hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of her brassiere, which pressed down modestly on her full smoothly rounded tits. She shifted in her chair, hoping the warming sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made her increasingly uncomfortable. God, it had to stop! Her son and his wife were completely oblivious to anything but themselves, and she knew that in a moment they would be engaged in something far more serious than petting in front of her. "I think I'll go make a pot of coffee," she announced lightly and stood up, albeit a little tipsily. She fluffed her auburn hair that had fallen loosely across her tits. She was feeling very seductive and a trifle self-pitying. "The coffee will be ready soon."

She looked down at Kevin and Natalie still embraced, their hands continuing to wander in sensuous little circles across one another's bodies. Their indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the odd feeling of being a complete stranger in her own house. As she turned to leave, she glimpsed Kevin press his face against Natalie's cheek. The moon had risen over the houses across the street and was shining eerily through the windows behind them. Their faces were caught in the incandescent glow in front. Kevin's mouth moved closer to Natalie's moist full lips, and suddenly he kissed her. The wetly sucking sound of the girl receiving his tongue seemed to reverberate across the room. A kiss, innocent enough between the two newlyweds, Liz thought, should not be so hard for her to understand… or take! What was happening to her? She couldn't really tell whether she was frustrated or jealous. And if she was jealous, what was she jealous of, her son or what they had together! She set the electric percolator near the outlet by the table. But her mind wandered back to the pitcher of martinis, which was replenished and sitting in the refrigerator. Coffee was not good when her nerves were so on edge, she thought. What she really needed was another drink. If Tom followed his usual pattern of late, he would be home quite late, if at all, and she had to have something to dampen that insatiable burning that seemed to erupt inside her belly from time to time. It would also make her sleep and forget to wonder where he was and what he was really doing!

"Oh, stop it, Kevin, not here," she heard Natalie's voice ring out from the living room. "Don't touch me like that! It drives me crazy!"

Liz turned back from the refrigerator where she had started to go for the martini. It seemed to her they were being much too loud. She was irritated, and she felt her irritation turn to anger. She could even hear the springs of the couch creak as their bodies must have been shifting one on top of the other. And what was he doing to her that she should make such a half-hearted protest?

"Oh, not again, ooohhhhhh. You're tickling me," Natalie's voice cried out, deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of pleasure. "Don't be so anxious, lover. Oh, no! Not again!"

Liz stopped at the doorway and looked in quietly. She could see Natalie seated on Kevin's lap, and in the poor lighting, it looked as though the girl's jersey had been pulled partially up and her shorts pulled partially down. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that two white melon-shaped mounds of her titties were exposed, and she could see her son's hands running across them, his fingers circling the wide pink areolas and the stiffly pointed nipples. She pulled away from the door and they were still. Probably they had seen her and would stop this disgusting exhibition that belonged in a bedroom and perhaps not even there!

"Ooohhhhhh, God, Kevin," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft feminine voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by another rash squeaking of couch springs. Then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing laughter that sent shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions through Liz. Strangely enough, quivers of sympathetic pleasure were racing through Liz's abdomen and into the soft-downed vee of her cuntal area. She thought for a moment about how Natalie had spoken of the way she satisfied herself when she got into a state similar to the one Liz was in now. But her confused anger at the young couple for making such a demonstration of themselves squelched any desire to indulge herself in such a way. Her guilt would be too great. God, even now she felt ashamed of herself for getting excited over the young couple's love play. After all, this was her own son! Why should she care?

She went back into the kitchen, took a glass from the drainer, and poured herself another martini from the full pitcher in the refrigerator. She sat at the kitchen table and finished off the drink. She was tired, she decided then, much too tired to worry about this or anything else. She went quickly to her room, resisting the temptation to pour a take-along drink, and she shut her bedroom door just as the sounds of Natalie and Kevin entering the kitchen disturbed the sudden silence. The refrigerator opened and closed, but that was all she could hear.

Liz undressed in the pale, amber light from her night table lamp. She stood looking at herself briefly in the fulllength mirror that stood on its own stand in one corner of the room, feeling an unguarded pride in her perfectly formed body as seen in the diffused glow. Sometimes she felt so old, yet the proof of her voluptuous youth, even at forty two, could be seen in the fresh bloom of her still firmly rounding tits with their lush pink areolas and in the subtle curve of her hourglass figure, the thin waist that flowed gracefully to the taut girlish curve of her full swelling thighs. Then, putting on her nightgown to quench a naughty desire to sleep in the nude, she switched off the lamp and slid beneath the covers of the huge, king-sized bed.

Her green eyes open and staring at the ceiling, she lay for awhile, thinking of Kevin and of what she had witnessed between Natalie and him. What a brazen bitch she was! Bitch. She turned the word over in her mind because it tasted so good. Yet why was she venting her anger at Natalie alone? Could it be that she was jealous of her? No, she was really angry for what the young girl had provoked her son into doing, she was sure. The boy had been neatly raised and he was coming apart at the seams!

Yet, when her conscience relaxed, Liz found herself thinking of her son, trying to remember how he looked in those shorts this afternoon, the way he had bent over Natalie at one time and how his ass had stretched the skin-close material. And then, so relaxed she was that for a moment she didn't realize what she was dreaming of. She found herself trying to picture Kevin making love, trying to see in her mind's eye his erect blood-swollen cock throbbing with desire and his handsome young face contorted with passion. But then waves of shame washed over her, and she thought how she must never, never, never think such wicked things, not about Kevin, not about her own son!

Liz lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into sleep. Surely she had drunk enough to sleep! It seemed quiet in the house now, and she felt grateful for this. But as she drifted off, random thoughts flickered through her consciousness, thoughts that in her waking hours would never have come to her. But they now sent a warm sensual feeling through her entire being. His cock, she thought dreamily, hazily, I wonder what it's like… what it feels like. I've never had a cock inside of me except Tom's. Tom has a lovely cock. Kevin's cock is probably like his father's. She then felt herself falling off to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.