Grace Wilkinson: A family perversion

The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her handsome young son and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking. That was what they were doing. The salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her openly exposed cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of moderate values. Yet she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal hole expanding. Her finger was a miniature bloated hard cock, she thought, not Tom's now. No, not Tom's, but Kevin's, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck along with them, but she didn't!

Demanding more to feed its lewd hunger, the fire burned more intensely, traveling over and seeming to consume more of her lush body. She inserted another finger up inside her hungering cunt and began squirming her asscheeks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild fuckings of her son's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and Liz fucked her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her cunt in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that no, this was horrible, that she ought to stop, floated through her consciousness. It had been this that her daughter-in-law had suggested that afternoon, yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she was doing what Natalie and Kevin had known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Natalie panted. "Every bit of it, lover! I want you to fuck your sweet hot blood-engorged cock all the way into my defenseless cunt hole, clear up to my throat!" Liz could see, as through second vision, her beloved son's huge thickly glistening cock fucking its way into her new daughter-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased baseball bat. Her hands became that bat, and her gasps began to match those of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Natalie was getting. She wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

"Oh, oh, oh!" came the hot guttural grunting sounds building in fleshsmacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Inescapably caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Liz let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was nakedly exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon, ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on her husband's strong masculine chest. Kevin's was just beginning to come in, she had noticed. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish, squish, squish," became clearly discernable to Liz as her hand fucked and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her hungering cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body.

"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful coccckkkk!" she heard Natalie cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck me good! Move your big cock inside of me that way! Yeeesss! Oh, God, Kevin, you feel so goooooood! Aaahhhhhh, in deeper! Oh, yes!"

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Liz's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy as she imagined her son grinding his smoothly gyrating asscheeks like a human corkscrew between the widely spread thighs of that little bitch, Natalie. But maybe Liz was that bitch, she heatedly dreamed, and her cunt was now Natalie's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson. Her eyes clouded over with lust-tears as her body raced toward an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb!

"Like this… is this what you… mean? Fuck like thiiiisss!"

"Oh, aauugghhh," Natalie groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder! Haarrdder! Oh, I love you. I love the way you fuck me. Oh, Keeviinnn! Fuuuucckkk meeeeeee! Screeewww meeeeeeeee!"

Liz Rouelle heard the two young people scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she fingerfucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of dark auburn hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities.

"Yeeesssss, oh, Kevin! Cumming, I'm cuummiing!" Natalie's voice rippled through the dark of the house.

"Oh, sweetheart, here I cum, too. Goooodddd! Auuugghhh," His piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

Liz arched up over the carpet in one final lurch, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing hole of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling asscheeks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the room, through the dining room, fortunately. Liz's fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cuntal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.

Reality came back to her with a sickening jolt once her passion was spent. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightgown down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts or opinions until at last she fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

It took only a few days for Natalie and Kevin to find an apartment. By the time they did, Liz was not so sure she wanted to see them go. She could never have explained her feelings exactly, but she knew that it had much to do with the attention Kevin paid her that Tom never did any more. Whenever she stepped into a room and he was there, he would smile sensually and give her compliments that she might have been unwilling to accept from Tom, when she gave it some honest thought. One morning, over coffee, she wondered idly if she had been guilty of reversing her relationship between father and son, treating the father like a son from the moment of marrying him and treating the son to more freedom, more respect, and… and more love! How strange, but could it be true?