Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Looking at a spoonful of white and creamy yogurt, she saw the table top below it and giggled. Her ass had been just about there, when Chuck Baker poured the prick to her last night, when he had released semen into her that looked very much like what she was holding in the spoon.

Regina licked at the stuff and chuckled again, wondering if any housewife with nearly grown children had ever thought such attractively evil thoughts over her breakfast table.

She was tidying up the sink when she heard someone behind her. The hands touched her ass gently, lovingly, and the breath stirred into the short curls at the nape of her neck. Instinctively, she leaned back into him, wiggling her tail, lifting her tits for the cupping of hands that would surely come.

"Wow, Mrs. Abbott-I couldn't wait any longer."

Carey Baker. She turned suddenly, a bit disturbed. "Carey, damn it! You can't come sneaking over here every time you get a hard-on. It's too dangerous. I don't know where my own family is, or when they'll be back-and you know damned well that your mother is in the habit of dropping over for coffee-"

He pressed against her, his prick hard against her belly, burning through the thin, translucent material of her robe. "I didn't think we could fuck right away. I just couldn't stand not feeling you, or seeing you."

She touched his cheek, let him play with her tits for a moment. "You're a very sweet boy, Carey, but you have to be more careful."

He said, "It went pretty good last night, huh? Did your husband really fuck my mother?"

"Yes, he did. And your father and I made it in the same house, watching them screw. But they didn't see us. Next time, we'll fuck together, all four of us."

His eyes went wide. "I'd really like to see that."

"Maybe you will," she said, then: "Carey-have you ever screwed my daughter Monica?"

Carey blinked rapidly. "No. I'm too young for her, she thinks. I tried to get into her a month or so ago, and she slapped the hell out of me for just touching her tit. Why? Were you worried about that?"

"Not really," she said, surprising herself with the truth of that. "I just wondered."

"She's not a cherry," he said. "I know that much. Neither is my sister, but neither of them make a habit out of screwing guys. Just one or two, the way I hear it."

Regina digested that information, and when Carey pushed an exploring hand between her thighs, she simple spread her legs so that he could fondle her pussy as he wanted. Monica fucking, and the Baker girl, too.

"And Dale?" she asked.

Carey grinned and stroked his fingertips along her labia, feeling, exploring. "Oh, sure. At least, he claims he's screwed a girl."

For an instant, Regina felt an unreasoning stab of jealousy, and bit her lips. Then she said, "You're going to have to help us, you know. By keeping the other kids away as much as possible. That may mean you'll also have to stay away from me, but I can manage some time for us. If-"

"Hey," he said. "I can't dig that. I thought-"

"I haven't told my husband, or your parents about you and me yet," she cut in. "I don't know if they're ready for that kind of information.

But the kids have to be steered away from what we're all doing, or the entire affair may explode in our faces."

He slid away from her. "I hear Mom coming across the yard. I'm going to duck into the storage closet over there and listen, and after she leaves, you and I have to screw some more. Then we'll talk about what to do with the other kids, okay?"

"Go on," she said, pushing him at the closet.

The door had barely closed-or almost closed-behind him when his mother came into the kitchen. Regina had to force herself to look Stella Baker in the eye and smile.

"Hi, Stella-you look great."

"I feel great," the other woman said. "Let's pour some of that good brandy into our coffee this morning, and discuss all the fucking we did last night."

They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and listening avidly to every word they said.

It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him crouching there with his taut young prick in his hand, playing with himself as he heard the juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he was there also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping at her heavily-brandied coffee.

"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured that you and Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go down on Bill, right after we fucked. And I just had to have him eat me, too."

That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina thought; now he could think of his mother sucking a man's cock, of his mother getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably beginning to jack off.

She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did you two do much talking after we left?"

"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest thing-us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else, and discussing all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching Bill fuck me."

Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with the four of us making it together tonight."

"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her coffee cup and holding it out for more. "So am I, and Regina-I really have to thank you. I'm so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and I could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to feel so free and easy, to be able to talk about it. And while I'm about it, I think your husband is a wonderful lover; he's so eager to please, and his prick stays so hard-"

Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until now. Last night, we screwed again after we got home, and he wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck laid me."

Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we've got ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love."

Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut Stella off. "More than you know."

But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out sex she had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about it to the wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: "Oh Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It's been so very long since I had any other prick but Chuck's."

Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the cups. She needed more courage, since she knew that Stella's son was taking in everything his mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt jacking off by now. She considered telling Stella about him-later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.

It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly easy, when they were both pretty well smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend-Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina said, "I know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid me the first time. Stella-what are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?"

"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get them out of our hair so we could just fuck and fuck."