Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

"Wh-what-oh-what-what are you doing-H- Heather-stop-and Timothy-oh God-what are you doing to me-" Rachel Woodling came awake with agonized, though still half-drugged suddenness. With both hands she tried to push the redhead away, but Heather at once seized her wrists and pinned them beyond her head as she stared smirkingly down at her detested stepmother.

"You liked it, didn't you, you opportunistic bitch? I could feel your tittiebud getting nice and hard. Were you having a wet dream, Mummy?" she mocked the trembling, half-naked brunette.

"For God's sake-why are you doing this to me- Heather, stop it, let me go-and your brother-that camera-"

"Yes, Mummy," Heather mocked in the crooning words one might use to a child, "we're making home movies tonight of you, Mummy. They're going to be real hot ones, and maybe Daddy will enjoy them, Maybe he'll find out that you're just a low bitch who saw her chance to snare a nice decent guy and take him for all he's worth. Well, Timmy and I aren't going to stand for It. We don't want you here, Mummy, and we want to make ourselves perfectly clear about it."

"But you must be insane, Heather!" Rachel struggled ineffectually, trying to free her captive wrists, twisting herself onto one side, her magnificent naked breasts jiggling with the exertion. "If I told your father-"

"Ah, but you won't, Mummy," Heather viciously countered as she bent down and noisily sucked the other nipple to the accompaniment of the victim's horrified gasp and frantic squirming. "He'd take our word before he'd take yours, Rachel, and don't you forget it. After Grace died, we had him all to ourselves, till you came along."

"But you're wrong, Heather dear-please-let's talk about this sensibly-I-I understand how you must feel, both of you. But I'm not taking him away from you. I want to love him and help him and comfort him-"

"Sure, but he can get what you've got from any whore, and that doesn't mean he has to bring her into this house and cram her down our throats," Heather angrily interrupted. "Maybe, after we get through with you tonight, Rachel, you'll get the message. Maybe you'll have brains enough to pull out. You've got your shop, you won't starve. And you can always find some guy to fuck you If you get too squirmy at night. It doesn't have to be Daddy. Are you going to listen to reason?"

"Of course I'm not-you must be insane, both of you-stop it, Heather!"

"Make me, bitch!" the redhead taunted as she spat into Rachel's contorted face. "Come help me with her, Timmy! We can get more movies later, better ones once we have her peeled down raw and ready for what she's going to get!"

"Sure, Sis!" the boy hoarsely agreed. His hands trembled as he set the movie camera back down on the chair, and then hurried over to the bed to grip Rachel's ankles as she began to kick and thresh against Heather's hold.

"That's right, "Timmy! Tonight you're going to lose your cherry, and with your own dear sweet Mummy!" Heather purred. "And I'll just bet she's such a hot bitch she goes for it two ways. Dad said you'd been divorced for a long time, but I'll just bet you're a switch-hitter, aren't you, Rachel?"

"Oh please-this is dreadful-you'll be sorry for this In the morning-be sensible, both of you, please! Let me up, let's discuss our problem in a rational way-"

"My, she's educated, tool" Heather jeered. Then her head bowed down again and her tongue laired the deep narrow cleft of her stepmother's velvety navel Rachel writhed, tilting back her head, her eyes dilated and glistening with tears of shame and despair. "See what I told you, Timmy? She's starting to get her kicks just from me-she's a switch-hitter, no two ways about it. But don't worry about it, Rachel, you'll get fucked too, you'll get all the sex you want tonight!"

"Maybe I ought to have got one of Dad's safes, though," her brother nervously volunteered.

"You stupid creep, didn't I tell you Rachel's on the pill? I found a bottle in her bathroom. Wouldn't you rather put that horny cock of yours right into her cunt so you could feel it Instead of using a rubber like the jack-off you are?" his sister flung at him.

"Hell, yes, I sure would, Heather!" the blond youth hoarsely panted, lecherously grinning at his stepmother's contorted face as he dug his fingernails sadistically into her slim ankles. "You mean, it's okay with you if I really fuck Mummy tonight?"

"I'll bet it'll be all right with Mummy, too, Timmy," Heather jeered as again she leaned down to gloat over Rachel's frantic, yet stunned helplessness. "Tear her pants off right now so you can see what you're going to get into!"

"No-my God-this is wrong of you, Heather-what have I ever done to you to make you both turn against me so? Oh my God, please be sensible, I beg of you-oh no-stop it-don't rip them off-oh God!" Rachel pleaded brokenly as she jerked and twisted in vain. The blond adolescent, releasing her ankles suddenly, had seized the waistband of the pajama pants and ripped them with all his strength in a downward tugging motion that yanked them down to expose the thickly fleeced mount of their mature victim.

Rachel uttered a shriek of shame and dismay to find herself so exposed, and instinctively twisted onto one side, clenching her thighs to shield the most vulnerable part of her naked body. With the pajama tops open and yawning, and the remnants of the pants twisted about her lower calves, she was even more salaciously desirable than had she been completely nude. The boy's eyes glittered with savage desire at the smooth flow of thigh and hip and side, at the heaving pear globe of her firm beautiful breast.

"She's gonna fight once I try to poke her, though, Heather!" he observed, scowling and scratching his head as he planned a course of action.

"Look over there on the night table, Timmy! See that bottle? That's her sleeping pills. Take a look and see what it says, and hurry. Well now, Mummy, you can really see how your children appreciate you, can't you? We're going to take good care of you tonight, so you won't miss what Daddy's been giving you-you low, conniving bitch you!" Heather hissed. Mockingly, she bent her head and quickly sank her teeth into the ripe, juicy flesh of Rachel's upturned bare shoulder, then pinched the brunette's wrists to emphasize her domination: "I have to give you credit, bitch, you're stacked, you really are. Why, if that shop of yours goes on the rocks, I'll bet you could earn plenty peddling that hairy snatch you've got between your long legs! You're even getting me sort of randy, Mummy. "Then to her brother, "Come on, you creep, what does it say on the bottle?"

"Hey, quit calling me names, Heather, I'm helping do what you want, aren't I?" young Timothy whiningly complained as he squinted at the plastic bottle. "It says Secondal, 5 mg., that's what it says, Heather."

"That's just perfect!" His red-haired sister enthused. "It's a sleeping pill and it's just about medium strength. Now you just pop two into Mummy's mouth, and that'll make her nice and comfy while she's getting fucked, so she won't fight you too much. After all, little brother, it'll be your first time with a bitch, so I'm helping you make it easy for yourself so you can prove what a man you really are-or at least the way you've been blowing off your mouth to me. Go on, take two pills out of that bottle and stick them In Mummy's mouth right now!"

"Oh no-Heather-this is insane-oh my God-let me go-I promise I won't say anything about this, but please, both of you, don't do this dreadful thing to me-I've never hurt either of you, I want to be friends so badly-"

"Oh I just know you do, Mummy," Heather broke in with a sneer. "But after all, fucking is the closest way of getting to be friends that I know of, so don't fight it. Okay, here are your pills, Mummy, open wide! Open wide, you bitch, or I'll pinch your nose shut and yank out some of those thick black hairs where little brother wants to get in!" For the blond adolescent had bent over Rachel from the other side of the bed, grinning, his face flushed with sexual excitement as his eyes swept her squirming nakedness.