Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

The little red-haired teenager grabbed his hand and led him out of the room.

Left alone, Kent and June looked at each other. Kent sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, wow," he said bitterly, "I really fixed things up fine, didn't I? I don't want you and Dad to get divorced, either, but I guess I can see how he feels – and it's all my fault."

June moved over and put her arms around him. "Kent, it's not your fault," she said. "It's mine, for allowing this to happen. When I realized it was you in bed with me and not Rod, I should have stopped you. But I – oh, God…"

She started to cry, and Kent returned her embrace, holding her tightly against him. Her big swelling naked tits pressed against his chest.

"Hey, Mom," he said, "don't cry. We'll work something out."

He eased her down on the bed and began caressing her. Partly he meant to soothe her, but he was also remembering that their fantastic fuck had been interrupted and that he was still achingly horny. He couldn't resist cupping and molding her lovely melon-shaped breasts, delighting in the silky olive skin.

He kissed her gently on the mouth. "Don't cry, Mom," he said. "Even if Dad does cut out, you'll still have me."

June shuddered, half with horror and half with longing. She recalled all too vividly the intense pleasure she'd felt when Kent was balling her. With Rod gone, could she possibly resist her handsome sexy young son?

"Kent," she said, "I can't let your father go. We all need him."

"Sure, Mom," Kent said soothingly, "we'll change his mind. Just give him time to calm down. Take it easy…"

He kissed her again, lingeringly this time, and June found herself helplessly responding. She allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth, and she pressed closer to him, her ripe olive tits flattening against his chest. She knew she was doing something terribly wrong, but her body ached for him. Rod had come in too soon. She hadn't come yet, and her pussy boiled with need…

"Yeah, relax," Kent whispered.

June felt dizzy with need. She could not resist when the boy eased himself on top of her and began to kiss and lick her sensitive brown nipples. She felt his young cock rigid and hard against her belly.

God help her, she wanted him… She could even face that awful word "incest" and still admit that she wanted him. Just one more time wouldn't hurt. Rod was off with Patty. They could take the chance. She felt as if she must come or go crazy with frustration.

"Darling," she said softly, running her fingers through her son's hair.

Kent shuddered with pleasure and horny anticipation. He wanted so much to ease his painfully erect meat back into that long blazing wet tunnel of hers. Fucking his beautiful mother had been the wildest pleasure he'd ever known.

June, too, was trembling wildly. She felt his hard young prick pressing insistently against her belly, dribbling horny warm juice. She wanted that wonderfully stiff eager boy-cock inside her again more than she'd wanted anything in her life. What did it matter, anyhow, if Rod caught him again? Her marriage was already over.

She reached down and seized his hard throbbing meat and directed it between her legs. Trembling, hardly breathing, she guided the hot knobby head into the flooded mouth of her cunt. It slipped in easily.

"Ahhhh," June moaned.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah," Kent yelped.

It was a delicious surprise when his mother took his cock and put it into herself. He felt his aching meat gliding swiftly into her fiery wet tunnel, blissfully sheathed in satiny slick flesh. He worked his hips, penetrating her fully, and June moaned hoarsely and opened her legs wider, encouraging him.

"Oh, yes, darling, yessss," she said.

She forgot everything else, even her husband's fury, as the thick hard penis stuffed her red-hot gripping twat. She slammed her belly up against his, meeting his thrust, and when he began to move in her, she whimpered with joy. It was just what she wanted, those quick hard horny jabs…

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Kent," she whined, "fuck meeeee!"

Under the bed, Vicky was pressing herself flat against the floor to avoid the bouncing bedsprings. Her plan had worked, with a vengeance. Mrs. Hanson couldn't keep her hands off her son – they were balling AGAIN, in spite of the bad scene with Rod. The trouble was, Vicky had defeated her own purpose. If Rod went away, she'd have gained nothing.

Well, there was only one thing to do – find Rod and reason with him. She had to convince him that if he stayed with his wife and family, he and she could have plenty of fun together. She wondered if she could sneak out from under the bed without Kent and Mrs. Hanson seeing her.

She could hear them moaning and sighing up there as they balled. She felt envious – and powerfully turned on. She wished desperately that she was in June's place, taking that stiff jerking cock. The crotch of her shorts was soaked with her horny pussy juices.

Christ, yes, she had to get out of there and find Rod. Not only did she need to talk to him – she needed him to ball her. It was driving her crazy, listening to another couple making out.

Vicky crawled slowly out from under the bed, twisting to look up and see what Kent and June were doing. She needn't have worried. They were so absorbed in their loud fast humping that they wouldn't have noticed a herd of elephants charging through the room. Kent had his face buried in his mother's long flowing dark hair, and June had her eyes closed, her handsome face wreathed in an ecstatic smile.

Vicky stood up and took a quick glance at the couple on the bed. June's long legs were spread lewdly wide for her son, and Kent's small pale ass bounced furiously as he worked his meat deep in his mother's cunt. Vicky could even hear the soft squishy noise of their fucking.

God, it was a turn-on… She found she actually dug watching other people do it. Maybe someday… But right now she had more important things to take care of.

She slipped but of the room unnoticed and stood in the hall, listening. Rod had gone off somewhere with Patty, but where? Then she heard low voices from downstairs, in the living room. Vicky quietly crept down the stairs.

When Patty led him out of the bedroom, Rod had hardly been aware of her presence. He was in a blind rage, merely allowing himself to be led. He only knew that if he stayed in the same room with June, he'd kill her. It was better that he go away, calm down…

Patty took him downstairs, where he couldn't hear the voices. She wasn't quite sure just what the trouble was. She understood that her mother and brother had been making out, but it didn't shock her as it had shocked Rod. No one had ever explained to Patty about incest or why it was wrong. To her, June and Kent were just another couple.

Well, maybe Daddy was jealous. Something had really made him blow his cool. Patty felt she had to calm him down, get him to change his mind about a divorce. They had such a happy family, and she didn't want it broken up.

She led her father into the living room and made him sit on the couch. "Now, you just relax, Daddy," she said, "and I'll bring you a drink. What would you like to have?"

Rod shook himself, still half dazed with shock and anger. "A drink would be a real good idea, honey," he sighed. "Just put a lot of ice in a glass and then fill it up with Scotch."

As Patty went off to make the drink, he looked at her for the first time that evening. Really she was a lovely girl and a very considerate daughter. He knew he must be acting like an animal. But with good reason maybe – it isn't every day a guy catches his wife fucking his son.

My God, what could have possessed June to do such a thing? Always she'd been so middle-class, so proper and even puritanical. What could have driven her to fuck her own teenage son?