Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again; they ground the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the sensations got better and better, growing more searing with each passing moment, their movements turned more spasmodic.

Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke within them both, and the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls with fire.

Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious, orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her lover's mouth. Wave after wave of glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other woman to a shuddering climax, too.

It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.

Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their teeth, combing hair and scenting their bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going downstairs to breakfast.

Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into your bedroom this morning, and saying something about taking the girls to the beach."

Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."

"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered aloud.

Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their own, and Regina had the certain feeling that she-and Stella-were included. It was time for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker, once merely her best friend, and now the lover of her husband, her son, and Regina herself.

Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess-"

Regina cut in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."

For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but when she did, her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"

"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey pulled the same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what he wanted, and now I'm happy I did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy."

Blinking, Stella asked, "Did-did Carey know about your boy and me?"

"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not only loves you, Stella-he's also in love with you. He wants you very much."

"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"

"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella-he and Dale were at the window last night, watching everything we did with the men, and with each other."

Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a night, poor kids."

Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever consider screwing your own son?"

Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was already old enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure anything would ever happen; it was just a vague idea."

"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I want it. I want to fuck Dale so badly that my mound aches, just thinking about it. He's my son, my boy-but I want to feel his hard young prick in my pussy. I need to fuck him, and I will."

Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over to me. I don't know what the hell the men have in mind, taking our daughters to the beach. It may very well be all innocent, but it can't stay that way very much longer. Let's you and I get a head start on them."

Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling-for everything."

"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just a short vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of us. It might be real fun to go for a group right now, but I guess we'd better play it carefully, and let our boys get used to the idea first. A little privacy always helps incest along, from what I hear."

They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new excitement stirring through her lover's mobile lips-or was it her own emotionallyheightened sensitivity?

She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was well into the kitchen before she slowed and looked around. The house was quiet, but she sensed life in it. She found them in the living room, sitting quietly.

"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."

He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time. Does she really want me?"

"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said. "Hadn't you better go see?"

He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and legs pumping furiously. The back door slammed behind him, and Regina was left alone in the living room with her own son.

"Hello, Mom," Dale said.

She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times."

"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen last night."

He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees.

"I jacked off twice."

She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before.

It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"

He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've ever seen in my life."

She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your lover?"

Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of his balls.

He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me.

Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits."

She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with his hard cock.

She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch.

They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.

Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella, that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.

His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked testicles.

He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman-lie back and snuggle down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and fuck you."

"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling-of course." And she fitted herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her body for the entrance of her best loved.