James Porter: Hot and horny family

"Where is he?" the girl asked again, her tone sharper.

"He's, uh, upstairs."

"Why isn't he at his office?"

"For the same reason I'm not. We only got married yesterday. He has to go out in a little while, though, and close an important deal he's been working on. Then we're going to go on a short honeymoon."

Kathy turned to stare at her mother. "You're leaving? For how long?"

"A few days. Aunt Maude is coming to take care of you and Billy."

"Oh, no, Mom! Not her!"

"Why not?" Paula seemed surprised.

"She wears that awful hearing aid. And she's mean."

"Kathy, I don't understand you today!"

Suddenly the young girl put down her glass and hurried from the room. She ran upstairs. Her new stepfather was nowhere to be seen as she went to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed.

She was still throbbing with excitement over the shock and fascination of watching her mother and stepfather fucking. She couldn't get over how gross and animalistic it looked. But there had been a wild beauty about it, also, which had excited Kathy deeply.

She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. After a few, moments, she lifted her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of the bed. Her skirt slid back to, her waist and she moved her thighs apart, just as her mother's thighs had been. She placed her hand on the warm, damp crotchband of her panties and stroked gently, pressing the thin nylon against her tingling, young cunt.

Her clitoris was firm and extremely alive with sensation. It felt good when she pressed her hand against the little bump. But she knew it would feel even better if her panties weren't in the way and if the folds of her slit weren't gathered over the sensitive organ. She decided to slip her hand inside her panties.

Kathy drew her skirt high around her waist. She looked down at herself and admired the sleekness of her thighs, which had grown considerably fuller during the last year. Her hips had rounded out also, but her belly remained nearly flat in the pink panties that hugged it.

She slid her hand under the band at the top of her panties and shivered as she stroked her smooth tummy. Then her fingertips encountered the downy blonde hair that covered her cunt mound. Her bush still wasn't full. She didn't have half the amount of hair on her cunt that her mother had. Kathy didn't know whether to be proud of the hair or to be ashamed of it.

Her fingers crawled deeper between her thighs, the back of tier hand stretching her thin panties outward. She watched the hump in the cloth move ~s she fingered the dainty, slick lips of her adolescent cunt. That felt very good. The tips of two fingers ventured between the soft, slippery folds to stroke the even more sensitive surfaces of her omit and finally to seek out and tease her thrusting little clit. She pinched the tip and rubbed it.

Oh, God, that feels wonderful! She exclaimed inwardly.

She closed her eyes and thought about her stepfather. She imagined that he was above her, thrusting his wicked, hard cock at the opening of her cunt-entering it and stroking up and down, rubbing her clit as her own fingers rubbed it at that moment.

Her other hand stroked the firm mounds of her hot young tits. They weren't nearly as large as her mother's, but Kathy's nipples were hard and thrusting inside her bra, and she couldn't imagine that her mother's nipples were any more sensitive than her own.

She panted and moaned softly, writhing as she stroked her wet cunt.

Then suddenly, she thought of what an awful thing she was doing, and she jerked her hands away from her pussy and tits. She quickly wiped her moist fingers up and down along her thigh as if she were attempting to rid herself of contamination. Then she rolled over onto her belly, pressing her face against the bed. Her skin remained waist high, exposing her firm, youthful ass in the cute, pink panties. But there was no one there to admire it.

Later that day, Kathy found it difficult to face her mother and Ray. At dinner, she kept her eyes averted most of the time, and she spoke only when she was spoken to. She noticed that Billy was watching her, evidently wondering what had happened. But he, too, was having his troubles adjusting to the fact that his mother had gotten married and had brought a strange man into their home.

Billy was a handsome, blond teen who was well developed for his age, having come into manhood a bit earlier than most of his friends.

While Kathy and Billy were tense throughout the evening meal, Paula chattered happily and lavished smiles on her new husband, who returned them with equal warmth. This show of affection between the two troubled Kathy.

Just whom did this Ray Simpson think he was, anyway, she thought, coming into their home and turning her mother into a sex maniac? It wasn't right! It seemed to go against the instruction which her mother had always given her: Avoid temptation. Yet there she was, throwing herself at a men and engaging in sex with obvious pleasure. The fact that they were married made it all right in the eye of the law, but this had no effect on Kathy's feelings. Ray Simpson wasn't her father, she declared inwardly, and he never would be!

After dinner, Kathy went up to her room. She tried to study but found it impossible to focus her mind on English and math. She kept seeing, over and over, the spectacle of that man sprawled between her mother's thighs, driving his rigid cock in and out of her cunt. And the picture her mother presented was even more shocking as she hungrily humped to meet Ray's brutal thrusts.

Kathy grew excited all over again, and guiltily slid her hand down between her thighs to stroke her warm, tingling cunt.

She wished Billy would come to her room so they could talk. For some reason she hesitated to go to him. She was confused about everything.

To make matters worse, her mother was going to leave tomorrow, and her aunt would be here. And what a drag she was! With the old-fashioned way she dressed, she looked as if she belonged in an old folks home, even though she was only a few years older than Kathy's mother.

Aunt Maude had never married, and Kathy thought that was her main trouble. Kathy herself intended to get married someday. But there were all kinds of marriages, and the kind that her mother had just entered into-at her age, with two children-wasn't right, in Kathy's opinion. It simply wasn't right at all!

Kathy went to bed early and lay in the dark, thinking about everything that had happened. She heard mother and Mr. Simpson moving around in the next room. Despite a conscious effort not to do so, she visualized them getting ready for bed, then climbing into bed together.

I wonder if they're going to fuck again tonight? She thought.

There was a balcony that ran along the front of the old frame house, passing in front of Kathy's room and her mother's. French windows opened onto the balcony, and Kathy considered the possibility that she could walk out there and peek into her mother's room. If she and Mr. Simpson had the lights out, there wouldn't be anything to see. But if the window was open, which it usually was, Kathy would at least be able to listen.

It would be wrong, she knew. But everything seemed wrong about the present situation, so what harm would there be in committing another little wrong herself?

The real question was, did she want to spy on her mother and Mr.; Simpson, or didn't she? She had mixed feelings about that. She thought about how she had felt when she had watched them fucking on the sofa. She had been terribly shocked and offended, but the fascination of the sight had been even stronger. If she could have kept her mother from sleeping with that man, she would have done so without hesitation. She would have kicked him out of the house, In fact. But there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening.