Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

My God what was wrong with her? She couldn't excuse herself by saying it was just a dream. She wouldn't have dreamed it if she hadn't wanted it. Was she so immorally lusty, so insane, as to want to commit incest?

"Honey, what's wrong?" said Rod.

June moaned. She could hardly tell Rod what she'd just been thinking. He's be horrified to learn of her dream, to know that she'd thought she was balling their teenage son instead of him. She fumbled for an excuse.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "I was asleep when you – when you started making love to me. I just now woke up. I guess I was kind of surprised."

Rod, too, went stiff and unmoving. "Oh," he said bitterly, "so that explains it."

"Explains what?" said June.

Rod laughed, not happily. "You really came on to me, June. You haven't been so hot and uninhibited since we were courting. I thought I was really turning you on. I guess I should have known better. You were asleep the whole time. Were you dreaming of someone else?"

June's face flamed, and she was glad he couldn't see it in the dark. "Of course not," she said, "don't be silly."

"Then why…" Rod began.

He didn't finish. It was none of his business, really. Hell, not half an hour ago he'd been balling Vicky, cheating on his wife for the first time in their marriage. He had no right to pry into June's dreams. At least SHE was unfaithful only in dreams.

"Never mind," he said.

Still it galled him that she could get so hot for someone else, for whoever she'd been dreading of, and not for him. The few times they'd made love in the past months, it was clear that he bored her. But she could be passionate; she could be fantastic in bed – for someone else. He wished he knew what that other guy had, knew the key to June's response.

"Rod…" June said uncertainly.

They were just lying there, as close as any two people could be, bodies pressed tightly together, his cock fully lodged in her – and yet their excitement, their sensual closeness, was gone. She didn't feel it any more, now that she knew it was Rod – only Rod – making love to her. Yet she had a duty as a wife. He was hard and horny, and she ought to help him out.

"Umm?" he said. "What is it, June?"

She laughed nervously. "Well, aren't we going to finish?"

"Are you sure you want to?" he said.

He felt her cunt going slack and cool around him. Some guy in her dreams had made it hot and wet and boiling, but she didn't stay that way for him. When she woke, when he knew it was only him, it was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her.

"Of course," said June. "of course I want to, darling."

Lying cunt, he thought.

Well, let her lie and take the consequences. His cock was still hard and full and aching, and he needed to do something about it. He cupped her big full breasts – slack and cool now, no longer swollen and pulsing – and he began to move in her again. She didn't cream. Her silky cunt-tunnel was lifeless around him.

"Ummm, that's nice," she murmured.

Like hell, thought Rod. Did she think he was an inexperienced kid, that he didn't know when she wasn't turned on? Her fakery made him angry, and he balled her harder, faster, taking out his anger on her dry narrow passage.

June flinched but made no complaint. She felt so guilty about her incestuous dream, her unnatural lust for her son, that she felt she ought to be punished. Rod's thick hard cock raked painfully over the tender dry flesh of her cunt, but she did not pull away.

It was ridiculous. Only a moment ago she'd been hot and horny and grooving on that very same dick. Why couldn't she be that way now? Why was there a barrier of feeling between her and her husband? God knows, it hadn't always been that way…

Partly to distract herself from the pain, partly in an effort to summon up some feeling for him, June let her mind wander back to their honeymoon, almost eighteen years ago. She was eighteen years old and a virgin; Rod was twenty-two and just out of college. They'd been wildly in love, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. She'd had to use will power for both of them in order to remain virginal till the wedding night.

They'd taken a cabin in the mountains for their honeymoon, intending to have a whole week in solitude to fully enjoy each other for the first time. June remembered how lusty she'd felt on the long drive from the city after the wedding reception, how she could hardly wait to find out what fucking was like. She smiled as she recalled that endless drive: poor Rod had a huge hard-on the whole way.

They got to the cabin and didn't even unpack before jumping into bed. They jammed zippers and lost buttons in their haste to undress. June remembered their first sight of each other naked. Rod had seemed fixated on the lush black of her muff-puff, and she had been hugely turned on by her first sight of his prick, of any prick.

She hadn't expected it to be so big and swollen, she recalled, but it had seemed beautiful to her. She wanted very badly to touch it, but she'd thought it wouldn't be right. She'd have a very inhibited upbringing. All her mother ever told her about sex was that it was dirty and painful, and that it was a woman's "duty" to put up with it for her husband's sake.

Resisting her wicked urge to touch his cock, to explore his hard muscular body, young June had simply sunk back on the bed and let him take her. Rod had seemed in awe of her, too, for at first he only touched her gently, hesitantly, running his hands lightly over her great quivering breasts and big brown nipples.

As he grew bolder and more excited, he slid his hand down and touched the silky rise of her muff. He'd done that a few times before, when they necked in his car, slipping his hand inside her panties, but now there were no clothes in the way, and she was all his.

June remembered the hot flash of pleasure she'd felt when he touched her there, when ht pressed the furry mound and indirectly stimulated her horny little clit. She remembered her gasp, her blush, and how Rod's stiff rosy prick had dribbled out big bubbles of cream. They were both very excited, yet shy and hesitant.

Rod had slid his hand between her legs then, touching the moist searing flesh of her slit. June helplessly moaned aloud, though she considered it unladylike to do so. It felt so good to have him touch her there. He caressed her swollen wet pussy, rubbing his finger gently but sensuously over her plump pink cunt lips and over the tiny pulsing nub of her clit.

June had found it harder and harder to keep still and quiet, to be a proper young lady, under the circumstances. Her every instinct prompted her to throw her legs open wantonly wide to him, to moan her joy, to touch his rigid rosy cock the way he was touching her swollen soaked pussy. She resisted. She didn't want to act like a whore.

Rod had caressed and teased her virgin slit with his fingers till they were soaked with her juices. Only then, when he had her panting and flushed and ready, did he lie down between her legs. She felt the incredibly hard hot long pole of his cock wedged between their belies.

June was nervous then. She knew her mother was wrong, that sex was NOT dirty and evil, yet her mother's warped lectures remained with her: nice girls don't do it, good girl don't like it, a lady would never allow herself to enjoy such a thing…

She'd thought to herself: "Shut up, Mother. This is my man, my husband, and what we're doing is good and beautiful."

That helped a little. It helped her to open her legs for him, to arch her belly up for him as he seized his stiff drooling purple-capped prick and eased it into the wet little pit of her cunt-mouth. She trembled violently when he touched her with his cock for the first time. She wanted him, had wanted him for ages, yet she was afraid.