Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

But then she awoke with a start, not knowing whether she had actually slept or not. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed as though there might be a burglar in the room, pulling the sheets around her. But then she realized that unlike so many other nights, she was not alone in the house tonight. She sat up in bed, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped. Had she really heard anything?

She recalled falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by Tom's absence and her son's provocative behavior with his wife. She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across her carpet to the bedroom door. Slowly, with a care that was completely unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway. Yes, the whispering sounds had started again and were more pronounced now. She had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numbed but whether from the alcohol she had consumed or the depth of sleep she might have been in, she didn't know. Anyway, she started to have trouble focusing her mind on what she should do or even to wonder why she was doing anything at all. A low animal-like grunt told her that obviously Kevin and Natalie had continued what they had begun when she left.

Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmm!" the sound lolled out from the woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succession. "Oooohhhhh, yeeesssss, God, yesssss!"

Liz Rouelle stood stock still, undecided whether she should leave or stay. They had been drawing her into this, she felt unreasonably, especially that little whore, Natalie. She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it. "Kevin, lover, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Natalie's voice murmured. "And it tastes so extra good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!"

Liz recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Would her son do such a thing? She knew that some people did such disgusting things, but not her son!

"Now hold it in your hand, sweetheart," she heard Kevin's voice say, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers. Yeah, oh man! That's good! That's really good!"

Then suddenly, Liz heard Natalie's voice let out a sharp laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was the young bleached blond doing now, she wondered.

"Tell me you want me to suck it! Tell me again," she heard Natalie tease.

"I said to suck it! Fuck it with your mouth," Kevin's voice grew more insistent. "Oooohhhhh, lick it with your tongue! Swirl your tongue around it like you always do."

"Yuuummmmm," the wet lapping and sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.

"Now raise up your ass," she heard Kevin's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours. Let me fuck you with my fingers." The throat was getting raspy. "Oh, sweetheart, loosen your lips and let me slide my hot prick in farther. I want to push it down your throat!" he blurted, and his mother bent back, her legs feeling slack but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum, I want you to drink it, do you hear? Suck it and drink it!"

Liz felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but her sleep had left her not at all that far gone. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his lust-bloated cock inside Natalie's full-lipped mouth, and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his swollen prick, sucking on it! Those words blazed in flaming letters across her consciousness. She had to leave right now. There was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long auburn hair cascading like an iridescent robe over her nightgown, and suffered with the image of that long thick reddened cock fucking into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her bleach blond hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands.

"I'm going to cum, sweetheart! Stop! St-st-stop before I cuuummmmm!"

The moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence.

"Now what about me! I'm totally neglected," came the pouting remark from Natalie's lips. Then she purred. "My little pussy needs petting, too. Do you want to suck my cunt? It might swallow you whole at this point," she giggled.

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

"Well, here it is, poor thing. Isn't it beautiful? It feels really good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."

"I'll put my tongue down like this. How is this? I'll suck your clitoris first."

"Yes, lick it. Suck my poor little clit. Oh, oh! You can fuck me with your tongue! Oh, Kev, your tongue feels gorgeous," his young wife crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

Liz's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the living room. She pressed one hand tightly to her tit as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop. Instead, it lurched on, accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her son's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple, and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warning tremblings of arousal that began to seethe around in her groin.

"Oh, darling, my sweet darling, oh, God, lick faster! Stick your tongue up my pussy. G-God, it feels so goooooood!"

Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first words Kevin emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper, "Sweetheart, let's fuck. I want to fuck you right now. I want my blood-swollen cock in your hot devouring pussy!"

"Say it again," Natalie mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me. Say it, and make my cunt jump!"

"I-I'm going to fuck you. That's it. Open your legs wide. Here, I'm coming in. Oooohhhhh!"

"Yes, oh you feel so big! It feels so Goddamn good, Kevin. Fuck! Oh, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck it! Fuck my starving little cunt like you have never fucked it before."

Liz could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling just would not stop! Nothing was clear to her. She understood nothing. She could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes. Even Natalie had suggested it, but God! She had not dreamed of doing it like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

Her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her tittles as though in a dream, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides, and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing cuntal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy, and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.