"Abused family" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacobs M. J.)

CHAPTER THREE

"Don't forget the gasoline lantern, Jack!" Janet called from the station wagon. "We have to be prepared for all emergencies, darling!"

"Got it, Mom!" the boy called, carrying the lantern out of the garage around to the front of the house.

"Do you have your fishing equipment, Greg?" she asked her son, glancing behind her at the jumble of belongings crammed into the back of the family bus.

"That's the first thing Greg packed, Mom!" her daughter Terry laughed. "Honestly, I don't see what Greg and Jack get out of catching those awful slimy fish!"

"It's better than spendin' the whole vacation pickin' flowers!" Greg said with a sneer.

Janet was used to the friendly rivalry between the members of her family and managed to ignore it all. The children were obviously excited by their suddenly planned trip to the country. Actually, their trip was more than a mere vacation, at least for Janet.

She had had a wild night of fucking at the hands of the three boys who had raped her, a night that had reawakened her womanly instincts. She had been cruelly ravished, even though she had eventually come to enjoy the sensations they had inspired in her with their wild fucking, and the ordeal had had a shattering effect an her.

She had managed somehow to come through the ordeal with only a few scrapes and bruises, and some wounded pride. The boys had balled her for what had seemed like hours, each time fucking and sucking with wilder abandon. By the time the boys had finished with her she had been fucked in her mouth and cunt so many times that she was, sore. She had swallowed what had seemed like gallons of sperm and had taken gallons of it in her hot cunt. The boys had told her that they had never had a woman as fuck-hungry as she was. They had released her after hours of fucking without unduly harming her, partly, she thought, because she had given them exactly what they had wanted.

It hadn't been easy recovering from the shock and shame of the gang rape. She had been at her wits end for two weeks, seeing shadows lurking everywhere, ready to attack her and put her through hell again. Only after telling her sister about her ordeal and she finally recovered her senses. Wendy had been the perfect sister, comforting her and assuring her that she knew how disoriented she had to be after such an experience. She had offered Janet the use of her family's cabin in the woods for a few days of rest and recuperation.

Janet had gratefully accepted her sister's offer of the cabin. The real estate business had gotten awfully hard to concentrate on lately and she knew that she needed some rest. The woods about thirty miles south of Watsonville seemed the perfect place to get away from it all. Wendy had offered to go along for company, and Janet had almost accepted her offer. After all, it wouldn't be easy managing in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, especially since Janet didn't have much experience in roughing it. She had had to tell the family where she was going, however, and once the kids had found out about her five days in the woods they had all gotten their hearts set on going along too, to keep their mother out of harm's way, of course. Janet had eventually decided that she would feel more at home with her four loving children than out in the woods alone, and after all her sister had her own family to take care of. Her vacation wouldn't be exactly carefree with the four kids, but it would be a pleasant experience.

It was four hours before the station wagon turned into a dusty lane that led deep into the woods. The kids seemed to get more excited the deeper the shadows became. Janet had to admit that the peace and quiet that surrounded them was a calming influence on her nerves. Even the light seemed cool and relaxing. The air was fresher, cooler, sweeter smelling. She couldn't be farther from the scene of her recent rape at the hands of Mad Dog, Tony, and Rico. Perhaps with the darning influence of her surroundings she could forget them.

"How much farther is it, Mom?" Jack asked, his head out the window, looking up the road as far as he could.

"I'm not sure, Jack," Janet said, shaking thoughts of her ravishment from her mind. "Wendy said the cabin is about a mile into the woods. We should see a small lake first. The cabin is up on a hill in a clearing, just a stone's throw from the lake."

"Hope the fish are big!" Greg said excitedly.

"Aunt Wendy says there's a canoe in the shed, Greg!" Jack said. "That oughta be a lot of fun!"

"Hey, Terry, if you and Lynn are real nice to us we might take you for a canoe ride!" Greg said.

"You'd probably drown us!" Lynn laughed.

"Mother, is this going to be as bad as that camp-out we went on last year?" Terry asked. "I almost got eaten up by mosquitoes! And those awful spiders all over the place!"

"I think not, darling," Janet smiled. "We were in a tent then. The cabin is really quite nice. Wendy tells me it has all the comforts of home, except electricity of course. We have everything we need right here. In face I'm not sure we really needed to bring half of these things! Wendy always keeps the cabin well equipped. Of course it might be just a bit dusty. You and Lynn can help me take care of that!" Janet said.

"I sure hope we brought enough food!" Greg said, rubbing his belly. "I'm starved already!"

"It must be the country air, darling!" Janet laughed.

"We brought enough food to feed an army!" Lynn said.

"I hope so!" Terry said playfully. "Greg and Jack eat like horses!"

"There it is, Mom!" Greg said, pointing through a clearing in the trees to a shimmering lake.

The cabin sat atop a hill behind the lake. A path led down from the cabin to the shore of the lake. The woods behind the cabin seemed about to reclaim the cleared area around it at any time. Janet was struck by the wildness of the area, by the isolation of it. They were miles away from civilization, completely on their own. A shiver ran through her body, a shiver of some emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on, perhaps a shiver of fear.

Janet didn't find it particularly difficult to adjust to life in the wild. They found the cabin just as her sister had described it, well equipped, surprisingly roomy, and as comfortable as could be. The boys took to the woods like ducks to water, spending most of their time fishing, swimming and hiking. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves too, although she knew that Lynn missed seeing her boy friend. She and Ted Evans were seeing a lot of each other lately. Lynn had even hinted that they should invite him along. Janet was quite open-minded about her children's love and sex lives, but having the boy in such close proximity to her daughter was a bit too much.

Janet sat on the rustic old porch in front of the cabin thinking about her children. They were growing up before her eyes. Already they were getting interested in the opposite sex. Jack had girls following him around like sheep. It was no wonder, she realized, that the girls found her son so attractive.

Janet had thought of her son's attractiveness before, but not in the way she found herself thinking of him now. She closed her eyes and imagined seeing him naked, imagined seeing him not only naked but sexually excited. She could see his well-muscled arms, his sculptured young chest, his long strong legs, his flat stomach, and, most excitingly of all, his big healthy cock.

Janet imagined watching his rod harden before her eyes. She saw the boy standing beside her bed, his big cock swelling more and more by the second. She saw his rod standing straight up between his fine young legs. His organ glistened in the light that beamed through the open window of her bedroom. A droplet of crystal-clear preseminal fluid oozed from the slit of his hardened dick as she watched him.

The horny mother had never in her life thought of her son as a sexual object. She didn't know exactly what made her think of the boy in that way all of a sudden, but she thought it might have had something to do with her wild fucking experience with three young boys. She had to admit that she had enjoyed the fuck the three hard-cocked young studs had given her. Whenever she recalled the experience her cunt moistened with desire. Now that she thought of her young son Jack, her twat began to steam with the same desire.

Jack would be so much gentler than the boys in the alley, so much more loving.

The way the girls chased him she knew that he would get all the experience a boy could want.

As she imagined watching her son standing before her in full erection, his dick dripping, she realized that she really wanted her son. She wanted to reach out and feel the balls that hung between his legs. She wanted to touch the hard shaft of her son's cock, wanted to wrap her loving fingers around it and stroke it up and down. She wanted to press her lips against the silky head of his prick. She wanted to suck the head of his member into her mouth and take it all the way down her hot wet throat.

Janet shivered with strange excitement. She was ashamed of feeling so hot for her son, but her desires were undeniable. He was so young and handsome, so capable, she knew, of satisfying the hunger for hot fucking that the three young studs had awakened in her. She imagined herself beckoning her son toward her, imagined herself luring him into her arms.

Janet reached out in her sexed-up imagination and touched the slippery head of her son's big jerking cock. Size felt it throb with tension as she ran her warm fingers over the head of it. She moved her thumb up and down over the slippery glans, making his body shiver as her fingertip tingled his super-sensitive sex-flesh.

Janet looked up and thrilled to the boyish grin that passed over her son's face. She cupped his heavy nuts in her warm and loving hands and fondled them until she could feel them seething with masculine power. The warmth of her son's balls coursed through her body, seeming to soak into her hand and go right to her cunt.

Janet could almost taste the salty pre-cum that oozed drop by drop from her son's dick as she bent toward him in her imagination and flicked out her tongue. She felt the slippery fluid on the tip of her loving tongue as it went into her pretty mouth. She ran her tongue around the pulsating head of Jack's big hard cock, making it jerk and throb more and more by the second.

Janet opened her lovely lips as widely as she could and wrapped them around the head of Jack's standing rod. She sucked at his wet cock, sucked at the flesh that gave him the greatest possible pleasure. She could almost hear the wet slurping sounds that filled the air of her room as she sucked at Jack's wet organ.

Janet could feel her son's hard-on swelling inside her mouth, filling her oral channel. She felt the big hard head of it bulging her cheeks, felt the hard shaft of it scraping against her teeth as she began bobbing up and down on the kid's erect dick.

The hot-assed mother felt her twat melting, felt the fluids of her depraved desires flowing between her pretty legs. Her cunt was alive with delicious sensations, alive with the most exciting feeling she had ever experienced. She had to have her son's cock in her cunt, had to feel something hard and warm pulsating with power deep inside her sucking twat. She knew how depraved her desires were, but she could not deny them. Her wild imagination had run away with her.

"Fuck me, Jack darling! Fuck your mother! Oh please! Please!" she cried softly in her daydream of depraved lust.

Janet felt the bed move slightly when her handsome son crawled into bed with her. She felt his hands on her naked breasts, felt his warm and loving fingers trailing over her softly swelling breasts, felt his exploring hands moving down over her soft warm belly. She shivered when the boy's fingers touched the love-hair between her legs.

The hot-assed mother felt her cunt responding powerfully as her eager young son explored the area between her silken legs. She longed to feel his fingertips moving against the sensitive flesh of her tight little cunt, and when she finally did feel the sensation she whimpered with delight.

It was like nothing she had ever imagined before, the feeling of her son's fingers between her legs. It was depraved and delicious beyond belief. She wanted to feel his lips there too, wanted to feel her son kissing the hot spot between her pretty legs.

"Kiss it, Jack! Put your face down there and kiss your mother's hot pussy! I need it! Lick it, lover! I want my son to kiss and lick my cunt!" she cried.

It may have been only a lusty daydream barn of her sexual frustration, but it was affecting her powerfully. Her cunt ran with musky moisture, dampening the crotch of her panties. Her nipples were stiff and excited. She was so terribly horny that she couldn't help stimulating her cunt. She reached up under her dress and ducked her hand between her pretty legs, finding the warm nest of her cunt.

Janet couldn't resist moving her fingers against the softness of her sensitive cunt. She was alive with maddening sensation. She could hear the sounds of the woods all around her, could feel the breeze wafting over her, could fell the solitude of nature all around her. It was as much the isolation of the cabin that made her horny as it was the wild daydreams of sex that danced through her mind. She had the strange feeling that she was free to do and think and feel almost anything out in the wilderness.

The luscious older woman's twat seethed as she imagined feeling her son kissing and licking her hot honeyed cunt. Her twat twitched and tinged as she moved her fingers between her legs, pretending that it was her son's lips that touched her sensitive flesh. She scratched at her panties with eagerly moving fingers, making her cunt wetter and wetter by the second.

"Oh God, Jack! Lick my twat! Put your tongue up inside me! I want to feel it, darling boy! I want to feel it moving inside me! I want it! I've waited so long!" she cried.

Janet knew that her four children were out in the woods finding a good place for a picnic later that afternoon. She felt safe enough to pull off her panties and masturbate while her wild imaginings had her hot beyond belief. The kids made a lot of noise all the time, she knew, and she would be able to hear them long before they were within eyeshot of her nasty self-manipulation.

The horny older woman wriggled out of her panties and pushed them down around her ankles. She spread her legs and pushed her hand between them. She tickled the naked lips of her seething sex, making fluids flow freely in her hot twat. She found the little bud of her clit and began stroking it, making shivers and shocks of sexual electricity shoot through her body. She was wild with lust for her son and getting wilder all the time.

"It's so beautiful!" she heard herself say in a soft voice. "I love your tongue in my cunt!"

Janet felt her son nibbling her hot little bud of flesh, felt his teeth tugging gently at her blazing clitoris. She felt his tongue sneaking between the hot lips of her sex, felt his tongue flicking over the rubbery lips of her sex as it pushed farther and farther inside her. She felt Jack's young tongue stiffen inside her, felt him moving it inside her sucking channel.

The horny mother's twat responded to her son's oral stimulation, dripping with cunt-honey, seething with naked desire. She had to have the boy's rod stuck in her hole, had to feel it throbbing and jerking hot and hard inside her clutching sheath.

"Oh Jack! Fuck me, son! Fuck your mother! Drive it in me! Fuck me hard, darling! Fuck meeeee!" she cried in the heat of her passion, feeling her son's cock push against her twat-lips as if he were really there on the porch fucking her.

Janet closed her lovely eyes tightly when she felt her son's dick push into her hot cunt. She felt her cunt-muscles tightening around the boy's impaling rod, felt her cunt squeezing his dick hard and fast. She felt him stiffen incredibly inside her, felt his dick-shaft racing in and out of her seething sex.

Janet's hand worked faster and faster against the flesh of her wet sex. She inserted first one finger and then another and another into her tight cunt until her whole hand was buried between her legs. Her dress was pulled up around her waist, her cunt completely exposed, her hand twisting inside her. "Fuck me, son! Fuck me with that lovely hot cock! Drive it in and out of me! Oh God! Fuck me hard, darling! I've waited so long for this! I'm so hot, so fucking hot!" she cried, her cunt seething, her imagination alive with lust.

The hot-assed older woman burned with unfulfilled desire. She felt Jack's pistoning cock banging in and out of her, making her shiver with depraved lust. The juices of her twat were flowing freely around her hand as she moved it inside her. She made a fist inside her sex, feeling the friction of her knuckles against her hot clit. Her body quivered and shook as she stimulated herself to the brink of orgasm.

"Oh Jack, lover! Screw me! Your cock is so huge inside me, Jack! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Move that lovely rod in my aunt! Make me come! Oh Christ! It's so lovely!" the wild-assed older woman hissed.

Janet was fist-fucking her cunt with a passion. She closed her eyes so tightly in the frenzy of her self-manipulation that she could see stars. Her mind flashed with memories of the three studs who had fucked her so roughly in the warehouse. She flashed with images of jutting cocks and swollen young balls. She saw cocks spurting heavy cream into the air, felt it splattering against her naked body. She felt cocks in her aunt and mouth, felt them erupting in her luscious naked body.

"Fuck me! All of you! I'm so hot! I want all of you boys to fuck me! I need boys! I need young studs fucking my cunt!" she cried.

"Oooooowheeeeee!" Janet heard a voice call. "You're gonna get your wish now, woman!"

Janet opened her eyes and stared wild-eyed at the source of the voice. Standing there before her were three young men, all staring between her legs and wearing dirty grins. All three of the young men were carrying guns. She screamed in terror, but her scream was quickly muffled by a heavy hand against her pretty mouth.