Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Bill said numbly, "You mean-Dale and Monica?"

She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"

He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything that's going on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice, sometimes sexy wife, and everything was going along-"

"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott-are you going to tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it was?"

He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers. Handing her one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun in my whole life, and I'm not going to stop now."

"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each other?"

He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first, that's all. Now I see that it's no different than me screwing her, or you laying him.

You know, now that I think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy hasn't got into her pants before this. I've been thinking about fucking Monica for a long time, I just never had the guts to try."

She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her husband's lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight, and since Stella is probably going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now lover man, if you'll draw the curtains and lock the doors, and take the phone off the hook, I'll go up and tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids have gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so, as fresh as they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an orgy all its own."

His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly to her son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were on the bed, but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but Monica looked guilty.

Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids-but since we have this party tonight-"

Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in mind, and-"

Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of something better to do, please let me know. I'd like to join you."

Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See, Monica? I was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too. While you were out making it with dad and Chuck. I was home screwing her."

"I-I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.

"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two getting all showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs and robes, with nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your brother then, dear-and have another go at your daddy."

She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline air of superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought herself preferred over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel better tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica learned how to be open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be happier.

The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her skin. The douche did something of the same for the inner woman, cleansing her of any lingering odor that might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall over her shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked her other good robe, the pale blue one that she could almost see through.

Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead a pair of the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously tall heels. They made her legs appear even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before the mirror to watch them.

For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she thought of Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love to Monica, too?

Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea gave her hot tingles along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young and new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only another woman could show her how to share.

Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later, if at all.

Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she walked downstairs, her thighs making soft, kissing noises when they touched in passing.

She would certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps changing off on them, and she might become involved with her daughter.

It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought, and headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across one corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back to the glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in this room, on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight would top them all.

She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding lemon when Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?"

Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is double strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are, lover. We're going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them."

Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped an ice cube into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know about that. I've been doing pretty good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I could fuck for so long and for so many times running. It must be all the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours is old, baby-I was just too used to it. Now it's thrilling for me again, like getting married to you all over again."

"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't stand still."

There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward the stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother in close pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living room, but not before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed crotch when the robe flared back.

The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color of her head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly joined to her hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made the white strip around her lower belly more startling.

"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me with her towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming, or I'd be out of action already."

Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He managed to smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no longer appeared to be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a weak drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her son, too.

"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow.

"Here's to us-and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled the effect by choking on her rum coke.

"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and loosen up, and then-"

It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a couple of drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost as giggly. But as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open so that he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive belly, he got more and more inflamed, so that his playing turned serious.

Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in between her husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast enough, and she felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits and rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while his mouth worked hotly and damply at the base of her head, tickling the back of her neck.

Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and suddenly ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his sister's, and his hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body to fall in a heap at her feet.

Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look at that beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she can do with it.