Ray L. Couch
Naughty Nights At Home

Chapter 1

Valerie Martingale paced restlessly about her bedroom, puffing nervously on a cigarette. Steven, her tall, dark, handsome son was home for the summer from college, and she wasn't prepared for him. He was home a week early, catching her completely unsuspecting and off-guard to the extent that he had let himself in through the front door, and caught her walking through the living room stark naked.

Steve's seeing his mother's voluptuous, still firm and satin smooth body nude was no big thing, of course, because they all walked around naked a lot. This was a family habit established years ago. Valerie, her husband, Cleveland, their daughter, Beverly, and Steven, all strolled about the house in various stages of undress, up to and including complete nudity. But Valerie didn't like being caught unawares like this. She had just stepped out of the shower, where she had industriously finger-fucked her hot, gushing pussy almost to the point of orgasm. She had been heading for her bedroom to get her vibrator and finish the job when Steve walked in.

It was as though he could read her thoughts, divine her secret, lustful purpose. She had blushed to the roots of her hair, and squealed in panic and confusion as he grabbed her in his strong arms, lifting her all the way from the floor, and kissed her firmly, wetly, flush on her open mouth. Before setting her back down on her feet, he had smacked her fondly, playfully on her big, soft ass, and said, "Hi, love of my life, you look good enough to eat where's Bev?"

Beverly, her straight blonde hair flying, big Hue eyes sparkling with happiness, coral lips opened wide in joyful laughter, had come flying through the door from her own bedroom, screaming, "Steve Steve Steeeveyyyy! You're home early!"

In one flying leap, the beautiful young girl was in her brother's arms, hanging on to his neck with her legs flying as he spun her around; she further upset her mother by revealing that her fat, rosy-cheeked ass was completely naked. She pressed her firm sixteen-year-old breasts flat against his broad, muscular chest, kissed him repeatedly on the mouth, and continued to squeal, "Stevey, I'm so glad to see you so glad so glad! Are you alone did you bring anybody with you?"

"Yep, I'm alone," Steve had replied, giving her; ass the same treatment he had given his mother's before putting her down, only this time leaving his hand there to fondle and squeeze. "I had no finals to take, so I got out a week early. None of my buddies could make it come on upstairs and help me unpack."

And the two of them, arm-in-arm, each carrying a suitcase, ascended the long, winding staircase, seemingly having forgotten their mother's very existence. Looking up from below, Valerie could see all the way up Beverly's mini-skirt, and she could have sworn that the young girl's thickly haired, fat-lipped pussy was already shiny and wet, and visibly twitching.

Now, pacing the deeply carpeted floor of the master bedroom like a caged lioness, Valerie tried to calm herself down, remove the utterly ridiculous thoughts that spun about in her mind. She stopped before the full length mirror on the closet door and contemplated her face and figure.

At thirty-eight she was still beautiful, still desirable, as beautiful and desirable as she had ever been. Her golden blonde hair was vibrant, alive, cut in a fluffy light-reflecting halo to frame her lovely heart-shaped face. Her eyes were as big, blue, bright, with long, up-curling, dark brown lashes. Her nose was cute, saucy, turned up like Beverly's, with the added youthful allure of a splash of golden freckles across the bridge. Her full, pouting lips were a love poem of sex and sensuality.

It was her body, though, that belied her age, and did wonders for her ego. Her skin was a deep, creamy tan, as smooth and taut as a grape peel over her five-foot-seven, 120-pound frame. Her breasts were huge, as full and heavy as overripe fruit, yet they sagged no more than her daughter's, and crowned with nipples like ripe red cherries, set off by dark brown, bumpy areolas the size of silver dollars.

Her waist was tiny, a span of only twenty-four inches, but curved out to the merest hint of a soft round underbelly, and swooped farther out in back to blend into an ass that could and did literally stop traffic. Sloping, round bottomed, over smooth resilient thighs, the deeply cleft, mouthwatering globes seemed constantly on the verge of pulling her over backwards.

"38-24-38," Valerie whispered bitterly to her reflection, "except for my ass, I haven't gained an inch or a pound in fifteen years. But what good does it do me? Cleveland is never home more than two nights a week. Steven comes home after three long months, and I may as well have been a piece of furniture for all the effect I had on him. Oh God oh God, I'm so fucking miserable. What am I going to do?"

Walking over and flopping down on her back on the gigantic circular waterbed that she sometimes shared with her husband, Valerie stared angrily up at the mirrored ceiling.

"They're nicking," she hissed up at her brooding reflection, "I know Steve and Bev are fucking I'm not blind I'm nobody's goddamned fool they're fucking right now right this minute, and and I'm lying here on fire aching for some hard, driving cock anybody's cock Oh God Oh God.

"Cleveland Martingale, you sonofabitch, why are you neglecting me like this?" She accusingly addressed her absent husband. "You know how I love to fuck how I need to fuck day and night night and day I'm going insane out of my mind oh God, help me."

For long moments she lay perfectly still, listening to hear any telltale sounds from Steve's bedroom directly above.

"Oh shit," she finally muttered in self-disgust, "I'm reading more into their relationship than is actually there. I'm accusing them because I want a good fucking myself so bad, that I'm dying dying. Why would Steve want to fuck his little sister when he gets more pussy than he wants or can handle? He has to fight the horny little bitches off. And since I put Bev on the pill over a year ago, she has been fucking like a little rabbit. The boys chase after her like a pack of dogs after a bitch in heat. And I'm happy for her I envy her. Like a goddamned fool, I only fucked Cleveland when I was a teenager, but Beverly gets all the variety she wants, and as far as I am concerned, there is no such thing as too much."

Valerie's hand dropped between her splayed thighs, and of their own volition two of her long, slender fingers slid slickly into her oozing, twitching love hole. She pulled the fingers slowly out, and they came away dripping with the crystal clear slime of her constant, burning passion. With a whimpering moan, she lifted the fingers to her open mouth, and licked her thick juice from them greedily.

Immediately she plunged the hand back into the blazing furnace between her thighs, dug in two fingers three four working them around and around, jogging them in and out, scooping out handfuls of cummy nectar, schlurping it from her palm, sucking her fingers like little cocks. While one hand was at her mouth, the other dived into her flaming cunt. Grabbing her turgid, thick-headed clit between her thumb and forefinger, she jerked it up and down like a man giving himself a hand job. She rubbed it, scrubbed it, stiffened two fingers and began whirling them around the glans of the sensitive nubbin like miniature propellers.

Her entire being was flooded with a melting, swimmy, dizzy sensation that made her weak, made her head swim. She couldn't think clearly, because all of her senses were locked, crystallized into the steaming vortex of her cock hungry cunt. When she was like this, wild, insane with lust, nothing else in the world mattered but relief. Her cunt burned, bubbled, seemed on the verge of exploding into a million tiny pieces.

With both hands now, she dug in for all she was worth, parting the heavy, blood-gorged outer lips, and squeezing, pulling the thick, wrinkled, hypersensitive inner lips with ecstatic frenzy, fingering her clit, plugging her spitting, sucking, oil-slick hole with as many fingers as she could squeeze into it. Only the fact that she had ten busy, expert, practiced fingers kept her from dying of frustration. Never once was her clit, the center of her womanhood, untouched, uncaressed. Not for a moment was the slimy sleeve of her vulva unoccupied by several mini-dicks at once.

She was getting there. Her breathing became heavy, moist, exploding out of her lungs in moaning gasps. Her ass was arched all the way up from the bed. She writhed and twisted about as though she were enduring excruciating pain, her face twisted into a grimacing mask of an ecstasy so intense that she knew if she didn't come soon, she would faint dead away.

She discounted the thoughts, the fantasies that flashed in kaleidoscopic frenzy through her mind as she frigged herself. She knew that the thoughts were crazy, insane, lust-induced, and had no relationship whatever with reality. Still the fantasies were stimulating, exciting, orgasm-inducing, and she did nothing to hinder their flow.

"Th-they're d-doing a sixty n-nine," Valerie moaned stutteringly, verbalizing the fantasy that was going through her mind at the moment. "I I can s-see th-them now Bev on all fours her s-sweet little ass hiked and s-spread o-o-over St-Stevey's f-face. My s-sweet, handsome v-virile s-son is lying on his b-back looking right up into her wi-wide open cunt he he's licking it su-sucking it sucking out all her sweet, young juices. Lick it b-baby ohhh, suck that hot, sweet, young p-pussy it's all right. S-suck his d-dick, Bev gob-gobble it take it all the way down your th-throat ohhh God eat each o-other, darlings love each other… "

The fantasies went round and round and round, in time and out of time with Valerie's flying, digging, clawing fingers. One moment Steve was fucking Beverly and she was egging them on as though she were watching a live performance. The next moment she was wailing as she switched fantasy channels, "F-fuck m-mom-mommy now, St-Stevey, darling if you're through f-fucking your lit-little s-sister's. inexperienced cunt c-come and get some hot, tight, mature p-pussy th-that can do more with a cock th-than a m-monkey can do with a co-coconut g-give it to me, baby I want it I want your big, thick cock shove it in my hot, st-steaming c-cunt down my throat u-up my a-ass j-just like your d-daddy used to do… "

In the next moment her now lust-crazed mind had Cleveland joining in the fantasy fuck: "Ohhhhh, yes y-yes yessss, Cleveland, darling, you can join us- -I've got another hole come on and fuck me in my c-cunt with your big, hard cock, while your s-son f-fucks me in the assss ohhhhh yes, shove it in do you feel it? D-darling, do you f-feel your s-son's cock scrubbing against yours as b-both of your cocks fuck both of my h-holes? Ohhh God, yes, yes, yessss, it's soooooooo g-goooood! fuck me darlings f-fuck meeeeeee f-fuck me to EEEEEEEEE-YYYIinillEEEEEEK!"

And as always after an orgasm that seemed to disjoint her, disembowel her, leaving her groggy, limp, completely drained, Valerie felt guilty and ashamed. It wasn't the act of masturbation that upset her, because she considered that as natural as scratching an itch. The thing that left her hating herself were the sinful, shameful, incestuous fantasies that always accompanied her jerking off.

"I must be sick," she whispered to herself in helplessness and despair, "how could I ever think such things?"

Calm now that her most immediate need had been satisfied, Valerie tried to assess their family situation coolly and objectively. She knew that the only thing that kept her from walking out on Cleveland was her love for her kids, and her complete, almost slavish dependence upon her husband's cock. She had heard many women say that cock size made no difference, and she accepted that for what it was worth. All she knew was, Cleve had the biggest cock she had ever seen, and aside from his uncanny ability at using it, the sheer, killing size of it kept her in a state of euphoria.

When Cleveland got her cherry, she had been only fifteen to his nineteen years old, and though she could hardly walk or sit for a week afterwards, she could hardly wait to get the splitting length and girth into her lacerated pussy again. In the meantime she had learned to suck him to a climax, and swallow every drop of his gushing load of hot cum, to get him off with her hand, and lick his tart, tangy jism from her cupped palms. The next time he fucked her, he gave her the first cock-induced orgasm of her life, and she knew right then that for as long as her heart beat, she belonged to this tall, handsome, horse-cocked young man totally and completely.

They had married while he was still in college, and she was still in high school. By the time he had graduated with a degree in Business Finance, Steven was a year old, and she was taking all ten inches of Cleveland's cock in her asshole, and loving it. Cleve got a job in the bank, and quite rapidly worked his way up to executive vice-president. By then Beverly was born, and the young couple had begun swinging.

Though they were the most popular, sought-after couple on a long list of swingers from coast to coast, and both enjoyed the wide variety of cocks and cunts enormously, still it was each other that they simply could not get enough of. Valerie figured that she had been fucked by well over a thousand different men during their six or seven years of swinging. Many of them had been well hung, and terrific lovers. Many of them had made her come again and again and again. But not one of them had a cock as big as Cleveland's, and not one of them had his ability to use it.

Then two things happened to change their lives from perfect sexual bliss to a now-and-then reminder of what once was, but apparently could never be recaptured. The kids became old enough to be all too curious, very much in the way, and in need of constant, loving attention, so they had stopped swinging. Then Cleveland became president and major stockholder of the bank, and began spending more time away than at home.

For the first couple of years he was gone no more than two nights a week. Then it became four nights at home and three nights away. Then two or three nights at home, and four or five away. Now, for the past couple of years, she was simply glad to see him when she saw him, which was not much more often than late every Sunday night.

Valerie had her kids, though, and, except for Cleveland, she loved them more than anything else in this life. She had watched them grow, helped them with their studies, work, and play. She had become so attached to them that she knew she would never be able to bear seeing them leave her forever. She had always talked to them as though they were adults, answering all of their questions, no matter how intimate and embarrassing, truthfully, openly, and honestly. Thus, when Beverly announced that she was ready to be unburdened of her cherry, Valerie took her to the family physician for a prescription for the pill, and they had laughed, joked, hugged, and kissed all the way home.

When Steve started bringing girls home (at least five years before Beverly asked for the pill), and girls started visiting Steve uninvited, she was happy that her son had started early exploring the joys of sex. It was not until she stumbled upon him getting an amateurish but enthusiastic blow-job from a nubile little juvenile in the family room that she mildly admonished him to take his girls to his room, for fear Beverly might catch them in the act and get ideas of hen own.

Though Steve and Bev had been walking around in front of each other nude all their lives, and wrestling, hugging, kissing, fondling without inhibitions, clothed or nude, Valerie never accused them of actually fucking each other until she was horny, and aching for her son's cock herself. She thought absolutely nothing of Bev's more often than not sleeping in Steve's bed whether he was in bed with her or not. This was merely another habit they had formed as children, and she saw no reason to interfere.

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.