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Chapter 10

Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a vast difference this time. Now she wasn't screwing anyone; she was crouching in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the bathroom into her bedroom.

Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale, but with a set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry this event through to the finish. Regina's heart beat very fast, with him and for him, and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door through which she peeped.

Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at the drugstore and setting the whole thing up within an hour. She couldn't believe it had taken only that long, when Carey called her on the phone to tell her he had Dale in the house. She'd better come right over, he said, because his mother was in the shower and nobody else was home yet.

He'd stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming upstairs, he said-if she wanted to be in on it. And of course, Regina had wanted to be in on it, wanted to see and hear it all from the very beginning. She had run across the yards and through the kitchen and practically leaped up the stairs past a shaky boy at the foot of them.

And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a little scared, standing almost as tall as his father, but slimmer and with her own coloring.

He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair long and wavy, the profile of his face like something from an ancient coin. Regina knew a dart of pain in her belly, an uncertainty, an envy that made her mouth bitter. Stella would have this beautiful young man; Stella would take him on the bed there, feeding upon his bronzed beauty.

She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her hips, her firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples not yet erect, but ripe as olives. When she saw the waiting boy, Stella stopped in mid-stride and tried to make the towel cover the rest of her freshly scrubbed, lithe body; it didn't make it. One breast was still exposed, and one thigh gleamed darkly.

"Dale! What-what the hell-"

He said it rapidly: "I-I know you've been making it with my dad, and I can prove it. Do you-I mean-I can show Polaroid pictures to your kids. And you-you wouldn't want that."

Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched Stella's shocked face and realized that the woman was still about half-smashed from the brandy they had downed earlier. When the first surprise faded from Stella's eyes, it was replaced by a hot, calculating glow.

"No," Stella said, "I guess I wouldn't want that. So why did you sneak into my bedroom and tell me? Do you want money?"

He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs. "No; n-no money. I want-I want-"

Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. "Me? I'm your payoff, Dale? If you want me, go on and say it."

"Yes," he managed. "Damn it-I want you, Mrs. Baker. Very badly. If there was some other way-but there isn't, and I don't care what I have to do, to make you swing with me. I want you that much."

Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy's eyes followed it only so far down, then fixed upon the furry blackness of her pubic mound. She said, "That's nice, Dale; being wanted that much, so much that you'd dare this. Is it just because I've been screwing your father, and you think I'm a pushover?"

He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him. "No," he said.

"I've always wanted to-to screw you, Mrs. Baker. It's been one of my dreams."

She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after the other toward him, "Nice; I like that. I really like that. And you don't have to threaten me, Dale Abbott. I've been watching you for a long time, also. Only I had no idea how to go about making you; none at all.

That's solved now, isn't it?"

She was against him, her tits boring into his chest, her hands sliding over his hips, her own lower body making a slow, sensuous motion.

"I guess so," he sighed, his hands going around her, dipping like golden swallows for the round hummocks of her ass.

She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and they went down on it together. Regina's breath caught in her throat as she watched the near-savage attack Stella was making upon her son. The woman had the boy peeled from his clothing in a matter of a few panting seconds, and was wiggling all over him. It was only when they rolled side by side that Regina got her first look at Dale's prick.

It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the veins artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but his prick; his male, man's organ called a prick.

They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift glimpses of Stella's tongue as it darted into Dale's open lips. She saw his hands cupping the woman's round tits, saw his pelvis hunching at her belly, and watched the gleaming length of that stiff prick sliding across the tender skin of Stella's groin.

"Take him!" she hissed. "Take him into your cunt and fuck him!"

Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse pounding erratically in her throat, nearly choking her, and Regina knew such excitement that it was dizzying. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame and braced her suddenly weakened legs, but she would not stop looking, could not.

Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in the age-old stance of the female ready for the male to mount. But even though Dale was trembling all over, he didn't immediately crawl on top of the woman. His face reached down and found the conical hills of her tits, rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing his nose back and forth over the stiffly erect nipples.

Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and sucked. His hands were running all over Stella's lower body, and she crooned to him, petting him as he felt the hills and valleys of her flesh. Dale's hand eased between her shapely thighs to find the rich warmth of her mound, and Regina saw the slow smile that spread upon Stella's lips.

"That's right, Dale-feel me, taste my tit, love me. I want you just as wildly as you want me-you're such a handsome boy. I need someone young and virile, someone strong to fuck me. Slip your finger into my pussy, Dale-ahh, that's good. Oh yes-wiggle it around and find the clit.

It's up under the little hood, darling-ahh!"

Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up legs, his beautiful prick standing straight out, the purple head of it gleaming.

Regina stared breathlessly as the cockhead approached the thicklybushed cunt, as it settled into the scarlet labia. She saw the tightening of her son's naked ass, saw the steady penetration of his prick as the knob slipped into Stella's well-lubricated cunt-lips.

The length of his cock disappeared, and his golden balls swung down to nestle lovingly into the cleft of Stella's uptilted ass. He had a good grip on her thighs and kind of hung still for a long, loving moment before backing out his prick for another stroke, and his shaft glistened with the woman's cunt juices as he did so.

"Wonderful, wonderful," Stella said, her arms around his neck and her tits crushed tightly to his chest. "Oh Dale, your prick is so hard and wonderful. Fuck me deep, darling-fuck me strong and deep and for a long, long time!"

Regina sucked in some air, held it in her lungs to steady herself. Her own cunt was throbbing insanely, and her tits ached. Her son was fucking Stella Baker, screwing her with powerful, bottom-touching thrusts; her son, and she was jealous. She wanted, craved, that lovely young cock for herself, and be damned to whatever moralistic nonsense that said no.

Stella gyrated her entire lower body, shook her ass and hunched her crotch up to the steadily-stroking prick. She bit the boy's throat and lanced his back with her fingernails, moaning and gasping as she did so.

"Oh darling, darling! Stick it to me, sweet boy-pour that prick to me, stuff my cunt with it, ram it home to the balls. Oh, Dale-oh, you lovely, stiff-dicked boy!"

The words rang familiarly in Regina's head, and she recalled that she'd said something of the kind herself, to another boy-to Stella's son Carey. Tit for tat, or ass for ass, but that wasn't what Regina needed now. She needed the same cock Stella was getting, the very special prick that was ramrodding Stella's fortunate pussy.

"Mrs. Baker-Stella-you're so hot and slippery inside, so tight-narrow as a girl's pussy-feels so good, so good."

The pace was fast and furious, their bodies blurring, twisting sweatily together in sinuous coilings and uncoilings. They kissed, their mouths glued together, but their groans of rapture escaped anyway. They couldn't keep it up, Regina thought, it was impossible to keep up that kind of fucking without-"Coming," Dale panted. "oh-oh wow!-I'm coming!"

"Me, too! I'm coming, too-darling, darling! Shove that prick to me, fuck me-ohhh! Fuck me!"

Regina clawed the door, bit her lower lip until it threatened to bleed, and knew a moment of incredible lightheadedness. Maybe she reached a quick orgasm, a fleeting climax; she could never be certain. She knew that she somehow identified with the lovely woman, squirming upon her son's prick, that Regina seemed to become Stella for a bright slice of time.

It was over as quickly, even while Dale's balls were still leaping upward to hurl the volcanic eruption of his semen into the clenching cunt around his embedded prick. She was herself, once more Regina Abbott, but never truly again the same Regina after witnessing her son fucking a woman.

Had she always had this morbid desire for Dale? She didn't think so, at least, not until a few years ago, when he stopped being a baby and started to turn into a man. Regina stared awhile longer at the two of them curled on the bed, at the exquisite sinking of her son's cock in the loving caress of Stella's hot pussy.

Then, with an effort, she straightened and turned away from the door.

Her legs moved awkwardly, stiffly, to carry her along the hallway and down the stairs. She made it out into the yard and through the hedges, but then her legs failed her and she collapsed to sit upon the edge of her own barbecue pit.

That was where Carey Baker joined her. His face was red and there was a stunned look in his eyes that almost matched her own glazed expression.

He said quietly, "That was something, wasn't it? I couldn't take it any longer, just standing guard, so I took the ladder around to the side of the house and climbed up to peep in the window. Man oh man, but Dale really put the meat to my mom, didn't he? She didn't look like she was resisting any, shaking her ass and yelling like that for him to fuck her, fuck her."

Regina unclenched her hands and looked down at them in surprise. "No, Stella didn't resist. If you'd been there earlier, you'd have heard her say that she's been watching him for years, hoping for some way to get together. Well, she sure got together with him. You saw how fast they were screwing. It didn't last long, but it was hectic while it did. And nobody has come back down yet; they're probably fucking again-or else your mom is teaching my son the joys of oral sex, going down on him."

Carey said, "They're probably still fucking. I know if I had my prick in my mother's pussy, I'd never want to pull it out again. She's a really hot piece of ass, my mom; she's beautiful and sexy and she loves to be fucked. I only hope she'll fuck me, soon."

Regina put her hand over the boy's. "I'm sure there'll be a way. We'll work it out."

"How'd you dig it?" he asked. "Seeing your son screw my mother?"

"I-I enjoyed it," Regina answered. "I really did. It kind of shook me up, but I-well, maybe I realized something, watching them fuck so wildly."

"Like you want to fuck Dale, too?"

She nodded. "Something like that. But my husband mustn't know. He's all wrapped up in sharing me with your daddy, but I'm not at all sure how he'd feel about his own kid sticking me. I'm not sure how I feel about it, either. I mean, I want him, want to screw him, to feel that marvelous young prick in me-but will I actually do it? I don't know."

"Maybe my mom is thinking something like that," Carey said. "Worrying about my dad and all. She might be wondering how it would be, to fuck me. I hope so. Oh man, I hope so."

Regina squeezed his hand. "You're an attractive, horny boy, and I'm sure she's thinking of it. I'll help you, Carey. Now I have to help you get into your own mother, so the opportunity will come for me, too.

I'll get to her when she's-all hot and excited, and we'll talk about you, about Dale."

"Tonight," he said. "Try to make it tonight?"

"I will," she promised. "And maybe you can sneak Dale into the house, the two of you see what goes on between both sets of your parents? That way, he wouldn't be so scared of me."

He grinned and put a hand between his legs. "We'll be there."