Lew Woods - Family secrets

Carter plunged his face in deeper, and Beverly felt wondrous waves of orgasm billow through her helpless body. "Oh, my God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Carter! Keep doing it, lover! I can't stop! I can't stop! I just keep coming!"

Carter kept eating his mother-in-law's pussy hungrily, and surges of orgasm continued to pierce through Beverly's body.

"Oh, Carter, this dope is great!" the ecstatic woman cried. "I can't stop coming!"

Carter came up, and Beverly began bucking him recklessly.

"Fuck me now, Carter!" she urged. "Fuck me with your giant dick! Fuck me hard!"

Carter shoved his huge shaft into Beverly's sizzling pussy, and he began furiously pounding the hunching woman.

"Do it harder!" Beverly pleaded desperately. "Hurt me with your dick, Carter!"

The flailing bodies of the two lovers fought each other savagely as they banged together. Perspiration popped out on their brows as they kept up their strenuous fucking.

"Oh, yes!" Beverly exclaimed. "Here it comes again!"

Beverly's body shimmied uncontrollably as another series of climaxes needled through her. "Oh, what great fucking!" the sex-crazed woman shouted. "Oh, Goddamn, yes!"

Beverly wrapped her legs and arms around her lover as though she were clinging for life. Her body trembled with weakness from her orgasms. She grasped Carter's ass and rendered downward pressure, holding his long cock in the depths of her unsatiable cunt.

"Oh, Carter, I love you," she sighed. "I want to marry you."

"What?" Carter said with surprise.

"I want to marry you, Carter," she repeated. "Please, say you'll marry me. Divorce Melinda and marry me, honey. I've already filed for divorce from Hank."

"You've what?"

"I filed for divorce yesterday," Beverly said. "I don't love Hank. I love you. You do things to me he could never do."

Carter, still in a state of semi-shock, shook his head disbelievingly and rolled off is mother-in-law. "I can't do that," he protested.

"Why not?" Beverly demanded. "You said you loved me."

"Well, I lied," Carter said gruffly.

Tears immediately formed in Beverly's eyes, and she began to bawl uncontrollably. Her chest heaved in sobs.

"Don't say that!" she cried. "Please tell me you love me! I'll do anything you say! Tell me that you like the way I fuck!"

"I do like the way you fuck, Bev," Carter said, "but I'm not going to marry-you."

Beverly's mood changed suddenly from hurt to anger. She raised up and glared at Carter. "Why, you no-good son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed. "All you ever wanted was my pussy!"

"You're right about that," Carter said glibly. "Oh, I could kill you, you bastard!" Beverly swore.

"Ah, shut your damn mouth, you crazy bitch!" Carter shouted.

He slapped Beverly across the face, and she collapsed back to the bed in tears. Carter rose quickly, put his clothes on, and left.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and so it was with Beverly Henderson. After Carter left the motel, Mrs. Henderson began laying plans for her revenge. She threw on her clothes and returned home in a tan.

"What happened?" Cathy inquired as her mother entered the house unaccompanied. "Where's Carter?"

"That son-of-a-bitch left me to find my own way home," Beverly declared.

"What happened?" Cathy repeated. "Why did he do that?"

"The son-of-a-bitch started telling me how much he loved me and that he wanted me to divorce your father and marry him," Beverly explained. "I guess he couldn't take it when I told him that I didn't love him. I told him that I still loved your father and that I only let him fuck me to have a little fun on the side, and he got pissed off and started beating the shit out of me. Look at my clothes. Look at my face where he slapped me."

Beverly turned her face to reveal a small bruise where Carter had slapped her. Then she began ripping her own clothes off her body.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Cathy asked in amazement.

"I'm going to show that bastard he can't get away with it," Beverly declared. "I'm going to call your father and tell him that Carter beat me up and raped me. I'll fix his ass good!" Beverly strode toward the phone and began dialing the number her husband had left in case of an emergency.

"Mom, you're a Goddamn liar!" Cathy exploded. "You're crazy as hell. I don't believe a word you've said. It was probably you who wanted to marry Carter."

"So what if it was?" Beverly challenged defiantly. "I'm still calling your father, and you'd better not tell him anything different. If you do, I'll beat your little ass so bad you'll wish you were dead."

Beverly finished dialing the number. When her husband answered, she spoke into the receiver. "Oh, Hank," she whimpered. "The most terrible thing happened. Carter came over tonight and beat me up and…" Beverly broke off in feigned tears.

Beverly whimpered and sniffled into the receiver. "Oh, no, Hank!" she cried. "He… he… he raped me! Oh, I can't bear it! Come home quick!" Beverly bawled loudly and hung up without giving her husband lime to respond.

"Well, I'll have to give you credit for one thing," Cathy said sarcastically. "You're a pretty damn good actress."

Cathy strode purposefully toward the door. "I'm getting the hell out of here," she announced.

"Where are you going?" Beverly challenged. "To find your precious fucking Carter?"

"You're damn right!" Cathy swore. "And I'll tell you something else. I'm not going to let you get away with this, you old bitch."

"That's what you think!" Beverly shouted as her daughter disappeared into the night.

After leaving the motel Carter had stopped off for a beer and then gone on home where he had found Melinda already asleep in bed. He was sitting up watching a late movie when he heard a soft knock on the front door. He rose to answer it and found Cathy waiting anxiously outside.

"Come on in," he invited.

Cathy stepped inside hurriedly.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Carter asked, noting Cathy's concerned expression.

"It's Mom," Cathy said. "She called Dad and told him that you raped her tonight."

"Well, that lying bitch!"

"Carter I'm scared," Cathy said. "I'm afraid of what Daddy might do. He might come after you with a gun and try to kill you."

"You'll have to tell him the truth, Cathy," Carter said calmly. "Otherwise, one or both of us is going to get hurt. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I will, Carter," Cathy pledged. "You know I'll do anything for you, but I'm afraid he might not listen to me. He'll believe whatever Mom tells him."

"In that case, I'll just have to be ready for him," Carter stated. "In the meantime, why don't you and I have some fun while we're waiting."

"Okay," Cathy agreed readily.

Carter started off toward his bedroom. "I'll be right back," he announced.

Within seconds Carter returned carrying a.38 revolver.

"Oh, no, Carter!" Cathy exclaimed. "Is that thing loaded?"

"Hell, yes, it's loaded," Carter said. "I don't think I'll need it, though, but I want it up here just in case."

Carter walked to the couch and placed the loaded pistol under a cushion.

"Now, let's fuck," he suggested as he turned back around to face his sexy young sister-in-law. He strode toward the smiling girl, and she began unbuttoning her blouse teasingly. Carter stopped before he reached her. He stood back and let her continue her enticing strip.

Cathy finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall to the floor as she slipped out of it. She slid her hands across her sleek belly and around her back to her bra strap. With one hand she effortlessly unfastened the hook, and with the other slid the lacy bra from her arms. Her youthful tits fell out firm and full.

"Look at those titties!" Carter exclaimed happily. "You have a fine set of knockers, Cathy."