Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

"Ooohhhhhh! Aaauurrgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating hole. "Oh, fill me, darling, fiiiillll meeeeeeee!" The sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

Tom dropped his dark body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly fucking hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her. "Aaauugghh, I'm cumming!" she screamed up into his mouth, and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. It was his own son's wife! But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his own daughter-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice, and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the pores of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing cuntal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava.

"Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh!" His body gave one last spasmodic jerk, and he collapsed on the girl, pulling on her asscheeks while the huge rod continued to throb out its completion. Torrents of white hot cum still spewed from its red head, filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy contracting lips around the base of his cock and soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in. It seemed endless and the pulsating head continued to beat against her cervix until it gave one last final spasm, the last drop sucked from it. He lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off his daughter-in-law and fell onto his back on the mattress.

Natalie, too, lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and panting, too weak to move in its complete satiation.

"You know what I'm looking forward to?" she finally said when she had enough breath to speak.

"What's that?" he asked. Tom had to struggle to keep his mind on whatever she had to say. It had been so damn long since he had had a good fuck like that, he could not help turning it over and over in his mind, reliving this detail and that.

"We're having a party Saturday night, and suddenly Kevin has discovered he has to be out of town. Almost everyone has been invited already except you and Liz. It'll be kind of wild…"

He took her hand and squeezed it without looking at her. "That lets Liz out," he told her. "Maybe we had better forget about invitations to a wild party. She only attends 'moderate' ones, so stated in the invitation." As an afterthought, he chuckled. "Of course, I don't need an invitation after all this work, do I?"

"No invitation," she giggled. "Yours is a command performance… Pa!"

Liz Rouelle had all she could do to stumble down the steps to her car. She smiled weakly around, attempting to look natural even though there was no one around to see. But she couldn't tell that because her lovely green eyes were filled with tears. If Tom Rouelle had that much sex to give away, she whimpered to herself, surely he could save a moderate amount for his wife! She opened the door of the car after fumbling with the handle, and once sitting inside under the steering wheel, she found she couldn't move. She couldn't seem to think of where she was and had to fight to remember that she was trying to drive home. Oh yes, she had to take the keys from her purse to start the ignition. Even this was a major task…

But finally, her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys from her purse, and she fumbled now with the ignition, stalling the car several times before getting it into drive. Slowly it lurched out of the parking lot and onto the street. I should not drive, she told herself. Liz was well aware that in her state of mind she wouldn't know the difference between reality and a mirage. People were walking along the avenue as she drove along, but it seemed to her that she would see a woman, for example, and suddenly the woman would be gone even though Liz's car had not passed her and the woman did not turn in anywhere or around any corners. She had been through such an experience before when Kevin had almost died of pneumonia as a child. Her head had been just as confused, alternately headachy and clear like a radio message traveling through intermittent waves of static.

She tried hard to concentrate on what she really saw through the car windows. After all, it was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a vivid blue, the clouds, puffs of pure white. Sprinklers whirred on freshly cut front lawns. There was the sound of an electric mower somewhere, though she could not see it. But the refreshment of her senses would not last. She found her heart falling into the much of self-pity as hard as she tried to prevent it. Angry, with deep revulsion, she imagined how Natalie had plotted the downfall of Tom Rouelle. His son Kevin was not enough for a whore like Natalie. Oh, no, she had to fuck the whole damn family! Seething with fury, Liz did not notice how the word 'fuck' fit naturally into her thoughts! But perhaps her definition of moderation was shifting!

Another surge of tears flooded her eyes. It became too difficult to see the road, and she pulled over to the curbing to wipe her eyes. She thought of driving to the beach or the hills, but she had seen too much this morning to solve her problems by driving around crazily like this. She couldn't erase the memory of Natalie moving her wetly sucking lips up and down over her husband's lust-hardened prick. She recalled, too, the expression on his face with guilty curiosity. She had never seen anything like it when she and he made love together, but she never would have performed an act like that on him, either. Then to her mind, Natalie and Tom became lower than the lowest animals through the very fact that they had consented to defile themselves like that! It was far easier for her to understand the mental concepts of fidelity and chastity than emotional depths she had never felt!

Yes, the new morality, so called, was not for her. It filled her with nothing but inner revulsion. Surely, her son could not have forgotten all that she had taught him. Surely, he, too, would be repulsed by the behavior she had witnessed. And he had the right to know to whom he was married, what kind of woman. The thought struck her in a flash as she started up the car again and pulled into the traffic on the avenue that she would go to Kevin and tell him everything. He just had to know what kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into, even if the facts hurt him as they were knifing into her at this very moment. Thinking of telling him, Liz was forced back into her memory once more.