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CHAPTER FIVE

Candace excused herself from the others after supper, saying she needed to go for a walk. In truth, she needed to excuse herself before she did something both drastic and uncharacteristic.

Ever since Debra Jo had stripped the brunette and eaten her pussy, Candace hadn't been able to tear her mind off cumming. Her husband, the bastard, hardly ever managed to make her cum when he fucked her. And now, horny and without a cock to fuck, she found herself staring hungrily at Blaine's crotch. It was obvious from the bulge in his tight cut-offs that he was hung like a horse. But what Candace found particularly surprising was the hefty bulge in her son's cut-offs. James wasn't built as powerfully as Blaine, but he clearly had been gifted with a cock that was out of proportion with the rest of his body. Candace, though not an expert by any means, suspected that his cock wasn't overly long, but that it was quite thick. When she found herself wondering what it would be like to have his cock shoving hard and deep into her pussy, Candace knew she had to do something to take her mind off fucking.

She walked quickly down the narrow pathway that led through the trees. As soon as she was out of sight of the others and certain that no one had followed her, Candace breathed a sigh of relief and unsnapped her jeans.

"I've never done, this before," she whispered to herself, "but I can't stand it anymore. I just can't stand the tension anymore."

Pushing her jeans down to her knees, Candace rubbed her cunt lightly through her panties. She couldn't believe the electric shocks of excitement that her finger provided. Candace's slight, slender body trembled, her pert globes of titflesh rising and falling quickly with her rapid breathing.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she sighed, slipping her fingers under the elastic band of her panties. Her fingers pushed through the sparsely furred hair of her cunt, the middle finger grazing lightly over her throbbing clit.

Her cunt sucked her finger inward. Candace closed her eyes and shoved her finger deeper into the juicy fuckhole that so desperately needed to be filled with a thick hard prick. She reamed her pussy, finger-fucking herself until the heel of her palm rubbed against her clit. Rolling her head back on her shoulders, Candace pressed her palm harder against her clit and gave herself totally to the warm, sensual thrills.

"Need to cum," Candace purred, invading her cock-hungry pussy with two fingers. She finger-fucked herself in long, slow undulations. With her left hand, she pushed her panties down just past the ripely curved cheeks of her ass.

As Candace shoved two fingers deep into her juicy cunt, her mind drifted aimlessly. At first she didn't see any images, but then she was shocked to find herself envisioning James. She could see his face clearly in her mind's eye, see him looming before her. Candace even imagined what his cock looked like, though she hadn't seen it in many years. James, like her mother, was a private person and a modest one. Candace had made him that way, taught him to be like herself.

"Damn me," she whispered, trying unsuccessfully to shake the image of James out of her mind. She was finger-fucking herself faster now, prying apart her moist, pink cuntlips. She dreamed of James, seeing his eyes blazing with raw lust for her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she crooned, grabbing one tit and feeling her hard nipple through her shirt as she continued finger-fucking herself.

Debra Jo stopped when she heard the soft moan. Crouching, carefully to remain hidden behind a tree, Debra Jo looked at her new friend standing not ten feet away. Candace, her head lolling about loosely on her shoulders, was finger-fucking herself.

Well I'll be damned, thought Debra Jo. It was exciting to watch Candace, and Debra Jo didn't try to keep from pressing her palm against her own quickly heating cunt. She rubbed her pussy through her slacks as she stared hungrily at the finger-filled cunt of her friend.

"James… ohhhhhhhh! Fuck me, James," Debra Jo's friend whispered.

James? Debra Jo was stunned. The blonde never dreamed that her friend thought of fucking her own son. Debra Jo had long since realized that she was a horny cock-sucker who would take on anyone – man or woman, son or stranger – and allow herself to enjoy the pleasure her responsive, finely tuned body could give. But Candace? Not in a thousand years, thought Debra Jo.

As she watched Candace fingering her juicy cunt faster and harder, Debra Jo promised herself to figure out some way of making Candace's fantasy a reality. The main problem, Debra Jo decided, was that James seemed so damned virginal, so prudish and shy.

"Fuck me, James!" Candace said in a squeaky voice as she shoved two fingers full length into her cunt. Pussyjuice was trickling down the insides of her thighs, making her panties moist, but she didn't care. Candace was unaware of everything except the wanton, burning inferno that seared her senses.

In her mind, Candace wasn't really fingerfucking herself. James was fucking her, slamming his body down on hers as his steelish cockmeat jabbed between her tightly clutching cuntlips.

"Fuck me, son! Fuck me!" she chanted, unaware that she was actually speaking aloud.

Fantasy and reality became mixed, and the horny brunette was unaware of where one ended and the other began… and uncaring. She didn't care about anything but feeling the ecstasy of cumming.

Her tiny hand pumped furiously, powering two fingers deep into her flexing, squeezing fuckhole. Her red, hard clit throbbed lustfully, becoming more excited each time Candace's finger rubbed against it.

"James… harder!" Candace hissed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She finger-fucked herself faster as the muscles in her stomach tightened involuntarily. A moment later, pussyjuice gushed from her cunt, trickling down her thighs and making her hand slick and greasy. Her knees trembled, and she nearly fell over, but Candace never stopped reaming her pussy. She jerked her fingers over her clit, her pink lips pursed in an O as a silent scream of pleasure was stopped in her chest.

When it was over, Candace fell to the ground, landing heavily on her knees. She breathed deeply, pulling the fresh air into her lungs as she tried to comprehend what it was she had just done.

"Something has got to change," she whispered. "Something has got to change so that I don't have to keep doing this!"

Candace thought of James and shivered, feeling guilty over thinking about her sons prick. How would it taste? Could she, after finally giving a blowjob, wrap her hot lips around his cock and take it deep into her mouth? Could she seduce her own son?

"Don't think about it," Candace told herself aloud. "Just don't think about James, and you'll be okay. Try to think of other things! Don't think about his cock!"

Candace pulled her panties and jeans up, fastening them properly. As she headed back to where the two tents were located, she wondered if thinking about James was worse than having Debra Jo lick her pussy.

Why had she suddenly gotten, so damned horny? The question burned in Candace's brain as she walked slowly down the winding trail.