E McCarver - Mother with the hots

Oh, God, it's all coming back to me now. The one that spread the blanket, the one with the black hair, pulled off his clothes and took the gun and held it while the redhead got his clothes off. The guy with red hair, the one called Andy, got between my legs and told me he wanted a piece of pussy and he was going to fuck me and his friend was going to fuck me and if it wasn't good they were going to kill me. And then he started and I was excited and scared and I had to help him, and it was good and I loved it… oh, God! All these years and I didn't know what happened.

She started sobbing, crossed her arms around her knees and leaned over and started crying aloud.

Billy ran from his room in his pajama bottoms. At the same time Joan came out into the hall in her thin gown. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know. It's Mom."

They ran to Betty's room and turned on the light. Betty was sitting in the middle of the bed, crying. She was nude. And she was shaking.

"What is it, Mom?" asked Joan as she ran to her mother and put her anus around her.

Billy sat on the side of the big bed, his hand on his mother's naked shoulder.

Betty sniffed and lifted her head. "Oh, kids. After all these years I've finally remembered something that happened when you were just kids," she sobbed.

"What was it, Mom?" asked Billy. "Is it all that bad?"

"All those months with the psychiatrist I couldn't remember. It's the reason we had to leave Midville, the reason your father and I broke up. I never knew what happened until just now."

"Tell us about it, Mom. It'll make you feel better," said Joan as she picked up the syringe and golf balls and put them on the floor. "Get it off your chest."

Betty stretched out on the bed. She started her story at the very beginning. "When you were five, Billy, and you were six, Joan, we lived in Midville. Your father had taken you to a movie and I went to get some clothes off the line. Two teens pointed a gun at me and took me to the garage and raped me. When it was all over they ran away and left their clothes and your father came home and found me putting my clothes back on in the garage. He didn't know what had happened and I couldn't tell him. Somehow it all got blocked out of my mind.

"All I knew was that I'd been on the blanket with two guys and I had enjoyed it. I couldn't tell your father that but he saw the guys' clothes and the next day he heard about the guys going home without any clothes. They told their parents that some woman had made them undress and raped them.

"Your father moved here, thinking that getting away from Midville would help but I still couldn't remember. He believed I had raped those guys and it just grew between us until we just couldn't live with it anymore."

"Is that all, Mom?" asked Billy. "Is that all that happened?"

"Don't you think that was enough?" asked Betty. "For over ten years I've been getting all hot and bothered everytime I saw a teen and I didn't know why until Eddie Somner was cutting the grass Saturday. I kind of blackmailed him into bed and I remembered that I'd had teens before him. Since then I've been remembering a little more everytime I thought about it." She placed her palms over her breasts. "Now I remember it all."

"That's not so bad," commented Joan. "Did you really screw Eddie?"

"Joan!" said Billy.

"It's all right, Billy," said Betty. "Yes, Joan. He gave me a good roll in the hay."

"With somebody like Jack I don't think I'll ever want anybody else," said Joan.

"Yes. He's a good one," mumbled Betty to herself.

"What?" asked Joan.

"I'm sorry, darling. You left him so hot and bothered Sunday night I just had to help him out."

"Mom! Do you mean you fucked my boyfriend," laughed Joan.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Oh, my God. Don't be sorry. He really has a good cock. I don't think there could ever be a better cock in the world." Joan's hand strayed over to feel the wet hair growing above her mother's cunt.

"Is he better than me?" asked Billy.

"God, Billy. Have you been fucking Joan?" asked Betty.

Billy hung his head.

"Sure, Mom," said Joan. "Jack used to get me hot and I'd go to Billy's bed to get cooled off." She giggled at the thought.

"Was today the first time you let Jack screw you?" asked Betty.

"Yes, this afternoon. We went out to his uncle's farm and parked down by the river. Mom, I didn't know what I'd been missing."

Betty eased Joan's gown up and put her hand over her daughter's pussy. "You poor darling. It must have hurt." She patted Joan's cunt lightly.

"Not really. He worked it in real slow and didn't give it all to me until I got used to it. I'm a little sure but it's all right." She turned toward Betty. "I won't lie to you. His cock filled me up. When he pulled it out and all his stuff and my stuff came gushing out I thought my belly was caving in." She giggled again.

Betty reached over and felt her way into Billy's pajama bottoms. She wrapped her long fingers around his hard cock and held it as she looked at Joan.

"If you want to see what it's like in the asshole I'll help you. Is that okay with you, Billy?"

"Gosh, yes. I've got to do something to get rid of his boner. You want it in the asshole, Joan?"

"I think so. I think I do. Will you stop if I tell you to?"

"Don't worry," said Betty. "I'm here to help if things got out of hand. You'd better get it doggie style until you're sure. Get over here in the middle of the bed." She moved out of Joan's way and watched as she got out of her gown and on her hands and knees.

Billy stripped and got behind his sister, putting his hands on her hips and pressing the mounds apart to expose her brown bun.

"No, Billy. I don't want it in my asshole. Put it in my cunt."

Billy let go of her hips and pulled the head of his upright cock down and aimed it at her cunt. He moved it around between her pussy lips to pick up juice and then pressed it in, sending two inches of his cock slithering into her twat from behind.

"Oh!" she shrieked as she moved forward. "Get it slick before you shove it in. I'm sore as hell."

Betty moved down beside Billy. She wiped her fingers through her wet cunt and spread the slick fluid along the length of Billy's cock. "Try it now," she told him.

He pushed and his cock slid easily into Joan's twat. This time she pressed back against him and he started fucking slowly, pushing his hard cock in until his hipbones met her hips and pulling back until only his cock head rammed between her warm, pink cunt lips.

"Oh, that's so good," cooed Joan. "Fuck me slow like that."

Billy kept pushing his hard cock up into her steaming cunt slowly, pulling her back as he went forward and letting her go forward as he pulled back. It was a new position for both of them and they were enjoying the novelty of it.

Betty was on her hands and knees, watching Billy's hard cock slipping through Joan's tight pussy lips. She saw Billy's shaft getting wetter and wetter as it moved into his sister's dripping cunt. And her own hot cunt started producing juices again as she watched her children enjoying themselves. She put a finger on her throbbing clit and started working it around, rubbing it, moving it, pressing it. She got off the bed and squatted beside it, playing with her love bud and watching Billy's cock slipping back and forth in Joan's slick cunt.

Betty stepped back up on the bed, moved to the head, spread her thighs and slipped her butt down under Joan's head. Joan still on her elbows, opened her eyes and looked at her mother's steaming cunt. She moved her hands up and probed with her fingers all the secret softness of Betty's cunt lips and clit.

Joan was fascinated by the nearness of Betty's pussy. She had never seen another twat so close before. She pushed her finger up into the steaming wetness of the dark tunnel. Without thinking she started pumping her, finger in and out at the same speed Billy was pushing his cock into her. Knowing what she liked she pressed Betty's clit and, moved her finger around in circles, stimulating the little nubbin while fucking the dripping cunt with her finger.