Ray Couch - Naughty Nights At Home

Now she wondered soberly if she really cared if her children were fucking each other.

After a moment's deliberation, she decided that she didn't.

Pursuing that train of thought, she wondered how she would react if Steve should approach her one day try to seduce her.

She smiled, blushed, felt her insides dissolve and her pussy fairly vibrate, but she left the question unanswered.

Valerie lay on one of the extra-wide, softly upholstered chaise lounges in the family room and stared with curious, amused adoration at her two beautiful children. Steven was sitting on a reclining chair before the TV screen, with Beverly on the floor in front of him, her blonde head resting on one of his spread knees.

Steve sipped a drink with one hand, idly tousling his sister's hair with the other. He was dressed in a blue silk lounging robe and nothing else. Beverly was dressed for bed in a pink shortie nightie and matching bikini panties. Both of them were beautiful, and they looked doubly so to Valerie in this intimate family setting. With only the light from a shaded corner floor lamp and the glow from the TV screen illuminating their faces, the resemblance between her and Bev, Steve and Cleveland, was uncanny. The six-foot tall young man was the same height as his father, had the same dreamy brown eyes, the same sensuous mouth. Though it was concealed under his short-cropped, curly black beard, Valerie knew that he and his father also had identical clefts in their chins.

Beverly looked just as much like her mother as her brother looked like his father. Though she was only five foot five she was bound to grow those two separating inches. Her measurements were now a breathtakingly sexy, 36-22-36, but with full maturity, those dimensions, too, would bloom to equal her mother's. Looking at them, Beverly thought of herself and Cleveland at their ages or at least, when she was Beverly's age, and Cleve was twenty. Just married, they had spent practically every possible waking hour in bed.

"They both love sex," Valerie whispered to herself, "they couldn't be our children and not be sex crazy. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder if they are really fucking. I certainly would fuck Steve if I were in Beverly's shoes, if for no other reason than he is so goddamned gorgeous manly so fucking virile. I haven't seen his cock hard since he was about fourteen and I caught that girl sucking it that time, but Jeeezus, it was bigger than the average man's twice his age. If it kept growing, it must be as big as his father's now."

Dressed in a long, flowing, almost transparent peignoir, Valerie lay with one hand clamped between her thighs, the other massaging her full, tingling, hard-nippled breast. She was so hot that had not the children been present, she would have opened her thighs, rolled over on her back, and given herself a real hand job. As it was, though, all she could do was watch her children's faces, and surreptitiously rub and squeeze her constantly standing, attention-demanding clit through the sheer material of her gown.

"Oh God, I'd give ten years of my life for a hard, hot young cock now," she said to herself. "Oh Stevey, why did you have to come home and remind me so harshly of what I'm missing it isn't fair it isn't fair. If Cleveland doesn't change his ways, I know I'll never be able to make it through this summer without doing something foolish telling you point blank how badly I want your cock."

The five young men who had slipped in through the back door of the Martingale mansion moved so swiftly, so silently, that they were down in the family room, had switched on the bright overhead lights, and were each pointing a pistol at the startled trio before anybody knew they were in the house.

"Sudden loud noises make me nervous." The thin, curly-haired, obvious leader of the group spoke softly, conversationally into the vacuum of shocked silence that negated even the sound of the TV. "And a scream is certain to cause this.38 in my hand to go off. Just remain quiet do as you're told and I promise you nobody will be hurt."

Steve sat looking at the five intruders calmly, studying their faces and mannerisms, sizing them up. After the initial wide-eyed reaction to their entry, he showed no fear whatever. Valerie sat bolt upright, breathless with fear, clutching her thin gown to her wildly heaving breasts, too frightened to scream, even had she not been warned to remain silent. Just as frightened, just as incapable of getting her breath, let alone Screaming, Beverly sat stiffly, staring glassy-eyed at the invaders, digging her fingernails painfully into her brother's knee.

"Wh-what?s th-the m-meaning of this?" Valerie stammered, finding her voice, and speaking in a hoarse, strained whisper. "Wh-who are y-you wh-what do you w-want?"

"I'll give you a complete rundown of who we are, why we're here, and precisely what we want," the handsome young leader said, "but while I talk, I want you all to make yourselves more comfortable strip!"

All three Martingales looked at the menacing young man as though they didn't understand English. Without a word, he bent his elbow so that his hand was slightly above his shoulder, and snapped his fingers one time sharply.

One of the invaders, a muscular giant of over 200 pounds, moving with the swiftness and grace of a cat, stepped over to Valerie. He lifted her to her feet, and with one flashing motion of his arm, grasped her peignoir at the beribboned neck, and ripped it from her body like so much tissue paper.

Whirling without seeming to even notice the results of his unveiling, he lifted Beverly all the way from the floor in one of his ham like hands. In a split second her ruined nightie lay on the floor beside what was left of Valerie's peignoir. Hooking one finger into the waistband, he lipped her tiny bikinis asunder, and dropped the still speechless girl unceremoniously back to the carpeted floor.

"That's what you can expect if you don't move fast enough," the young man said with a cold smile. "Any one or all of you can be shot just as quickly as you ladies were stripped so don't push me."

Valerie cowered on the chaise lounge, Beverly cowered on the floor, both of them bent almost double, using their arms and hands ineffectually to cover their naked tits and cunts. Steve stood up, calmly shrugged out of his robe, and sat back down.

"Call me Dick," the still-smiling ringleader said. "And this is Moose," he said, pointing to the giant who had so efficiently denuded the ladies, then nodding toward a six-foot-six beanpole of a young man, "Snake, and next to Snake, the dude with the jug ears and the silly grin is Speedy, and finally our resident redskin and, token Indian, Tonto. As far as names go, that's all you need to know."

"We're here to rob your husband's bank, Mrs. Martingale," he went on, "I guess you could say uhhh by remote control, which is why we are here instead of at the bank."

Bending his elbow in the same manner as before, Dick snapped his fingers again, this time twice in rapid succession.

The four men behind him began to undress swiftly, silently, the unexpected activity becoming even more terrifying because it was carried out without a sign of hesitation or nervousness, as though they had rehearsed this moment over and over again. In the glow of the bright, overhead lights, the quintet's nakedness was accentuated, exaggerated. Their bodies looked like the bodies of well trained athletes, their cocks were all rock hard, and not a single boner measured less than seven inches.

"No-no-no, please, no," Valerie cried.

Dick held his gun steadily, swinging it gently from side to side, from face to face, as though he were watering flowers from a garden hose.

"Relax, relax and enjoy enjoy," Dick intoned soothingly. "Resistance is useless, fighting us would be suicidal. Uhhh Steven, if you would be so kind as to scoot your chair back somewhat take a ringside seat, as it were the uhhh sextivities can begin."