Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

They showered, their hands sweeping layers of lather over each other's bodies. But they were both so erotically drained, it was a mild sensuous pleasure, nothing more. Eric didn't even get a hard-on. Then, silently, they dried off and each went to their own rooms.

Eric lay on his back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He realized he had to somehow get Ellen out of the nest before it was too late. If he could succeed with Carla Manners, it would accomplish the task. With Carla in his bed, Ellen and he would have to break off their incestuous relationship.

Alone in bed, Ellen hugged her teddy bear defensively. She felt terribly insecure. She knew her father was right, but life without him frightened her. And there was the problem of finding someone to love, too. It wasn't possible that anyone could ever take her father's place.

It was a long, lonely night for them both.

The setting sun, a monstrous red ball, was cut in half by the ocean. Charlie stared gloomily at it and wished he could walk along the flaming crimson path on the water until he reached China. The gentle surf swept the sand with a quiet bubbling rush as the tide crept inexorably in, smoothing away the footprints of the day's crowd. The beach was nearly deserted. One last family was packing up, preparing to leave the vast expanse of sand. The children's play area was empty. The swings were motionless in the still air.

Charlie decided he would never understand women. He hadn't really wanted to go on this double date in the first place. But he had missed his curfew a week ago and Carla had taken away his car privileges. Now he was dependent on Pete Mahoney's notoriously unreliable car, a situation he hated.

Carla had been mopping around all week, giving him strange, soulful glances. Before leaving the house that afternoon, he had tried to prepare her for the possibility he would be late by mentioning Pete's car, but all that had accomplished was to earn him another doleful, suspicious look.

And now, thanks to Ann, the day was turning out to be a real downer. She was, at this point, shining up to the oozing, oily charm of Pete Mahoney. Charlie had come on strong and masculine – exactly what she had said she liked the last time they had been out. Meanwhile, Pete had been rejected by Ellen Jameson, who seemed intent on being the ultimate teasing bitch. Instead of slapping Ellen down, Pete had shifted his attention to Ann. As a result, Charlie was left with Ellen, who was about as pleasant to deal with as a bad-tempered wildcat.

So, hare he was, staring out to sea, trying to ignore the hot giggles from Ann, and Ellen's silent, challenging presence. A car started, rumbled quietly for a moment, and then drove away. The beach was empty except for the four teenagers.

"Do they patrol this beach at night?" Ellen asked.

Charlie shook his head without looking at her. "No, not down this far."

"That's nice. We can do anything we want to then," Ellen observed.

Charlie looked at her warily. From the way she had turned down her date's approaches, he doubted she wanted to do much of anything. The red-haired girl was wearing what was a demure one-piece suit, except for the powerful thrust of her knockers. The top edge of the suit exposed a vast expanse of her firm mounds. It cut across just above the nipples. It was fastened between her tits by a button through a loop, then opened to a skinny, oval-shaped gap which revealed the inner and under curves of her creamy white boobs.

She was built like a brick shithouse, Charlie reflected. She kept giving out this red-hot come on, but she put down Pete's polite approaches. "Do we want to do anything?" Charlie asked warily.

"They do," Ellen responded, not answering his question.

Charlie looked at Pete and Ann, and his horniness increased. Ann was on her back, sleek, feminine and enticing. Lying beside her, leaning on one elbow, Pete was rubbing her flat tummy with a slow circular motion. His hand moved closer and closer to her titties. His fingers slid over one gentle mound. Ann did nothing to discourage him.

Charlie remembered the feel of Ann's boobs in his own hands, and felt hot and hard inside. He wanted to tear his eyes off the slow seduction, but couldn't. He was conscious of the heat of Ellen's voluptuous body beside his and eased an arm around her waist. She remained totally unresponsive.

Ann sure was responding to Pete, though. Her eyes closed and her head rolled slowly from side to side as, through her suit top, he fondled first one small titty and then the other. He was easing her top lower slowly, exposing creamy pale, untanned skin, then the edge of a nipple. When Ann did nothing to stop him, he slid the suit top down and bared her boobs completely.

The sight of Pete's hand cupping Ann's bare boob made Charlie's cock hurt. Without trying to hide from Ellen what he was doing, he reached inside his suit and adjusted his prick so it lay up against his stomach and had some growing room. He knew Ellen saw him do it. But she ignored him so completely it was infuriating.

Pete leaned forward and his lips touched Ann's tit. She arched her spine in response, welcomed his gentle nibbling on her boob. At the same time, she reached behind her back, unhooked her suit top and stripped it away. Then she curled one arm around Pete's head and guided his gentle sucking on her nipples. Her slender legs squirmed sensuously, graceful thigh rubbed against graceful thigh.

When Pete began sliding his hand down Ann's flat tummy, Charlie's lust flared sharply. He curled his arm more tightly around Ellen's waist and slid his hand towards her tit. Without looking at him, she pushed his hand away from her boob. Angrily, Charlie ignored her restraint and, through her suit, took firm, brutal procession of her huge, firm jug. He was a little surprised that she made no further move to discourage him. He squeezed her big knocker, fascinated and aroused by its incredible size.

Meanwhile, Pete's fingers slid under the top edge of the remaining piece of Ann's suit. Her tummy fluttered at his touch, sucked in. The lump of his fingertips moved lower under the suit. Charlie knew where Ann's pussy hair began – not more than an inch below the top edge of the panties. Pete was combing through those brown curls, running his fingertips over the arch of her pubis. Ann's legs slid apart, her knees bent gently. She rocked her crotch, encouraging Pete to explore her pussy.

Charlie could almost feel Ann's hot, moist softness as Pete's fingers caressed it under the suit. Ann was writhing on the blanket, holding Pete's head to her titties. He gazed down her petite body, watched what his hand was doing. Her hips shifted and squirmed orgasmically as he probed her hot pussy. Her suit bottom slipped lower. It didn't expose anything yet, because Pete's hand was covering her muff.

Ann was making soft, whimpering noises. Reaching out blindly, she located the button and fly of Pete's hacked-off jeans. A flick of her fingers and the button was open. A second later the zipper was down. His cock sprang free, thrust strongly out from his black crotch hair. His prick looked blood-red in the fading light from the sun. The purple knob was a black knob. Ann's dainty hand curled around the heavy rod.

Charlie's prick throbbed. He clutched Ellen's jug more firmly, tried to tug her suit top lower. The straps were still fled behind her neck. He started to reach for the bow knot, but she stopped him, placed his hand back on her big tit. Her calm resistance was absolutely infuriating. Angry, he reached for the knot with his other hand. When she tried to stop him, he ignored her. He tugged on the end of the strap until the knot came undone.

He looked at her, and couldn't understand her expression at all. It wasn't anger – it was excitement, and challenge. He clutched the top of her suit and dragged it rudely downward. Because of the size of her boobs, the button had to yield. It did. It tore free and leapt away into the sand. Her tits were bare – incredible, massive, creamy mounds capped with generous pink nipples. Charlie slid a hand under one jug and hefted its warm heavy weight admiringly. He had attained his goal! Ellen showed no sign of trying to regain her lost covering, and accepted his caress.