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Chapter 13

Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea of taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep again almost immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was hours before she woke again.

Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it wasn't her own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last night. She pressed her tits into the other woman's back, and her mound into the trimly delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift images of the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of what she had done with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent scene she had made with Stella.

It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning emotion of the entire night. And it had also been the last arousal, because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely recalled being helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right into a dreamless sleep.

"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black. "Morning, darling-you, look terrific, as always."

Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look better than that; you look delicious."

"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's and turned warm.

"Last night-oh, darling."

"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I know what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really takes a woman to create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the others, too-but what we did to each other was something pretty special."

Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for a kiss.

Her tits turned and pressed into Regina's; both sets of nipples turned hard, and Stella said, "I never did it with a woman before, and I know you didn't either. So both of us were sort of cherries for each other."

"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day right?"

They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing, releasing. Their cunts met and blended as their tongues were blending, and the heat began to spread from their minds to their increasingly active bodies.

"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over the other woman's. "So fiery and laced with honey."

"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the first to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid into Regina's labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot cleft.

Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that juicy, clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each other, building their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a more tingling awareness.

By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again longitudinal, but then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then licked them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot tongue on her own toes, and they kept pace with each caress, licking along the ankles and calves, spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny insides of a quivering thigh.

Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into the thick black fur that grew so lushly over Stella's cunt. She saw the outer lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.

Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue reaching through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already turning steamy, already glistening with that honeyed moistness.

Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the cunt lips. The flavors were rich and heavily scented with the special musk of Stella's body; the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to eat.

Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew the trembling clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and heaving.

And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella's tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit, as Stella's hot mouth and teasing teeth worked over her cunt lips and delved into her vagina.

For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out of hand, and they veered off into sizzling little byways of exploration on their own.

Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth to nip almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and worked on it.

Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy, burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles, luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella's cunt, then turned on the target of the clitoris with nearly savage intensity.

They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again; they ground the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the sensations got better and better, growing more searing with each passing moment, their movements turned more spasmodic.

Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke within them both, and the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls with fire.

Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious, orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her lover's mouth. Wave after wave of glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other woman to a shuddering climax, too.

It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.

Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their teeth, combing hair and scenting their bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going downstairs to breakfast.

Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into your bedroom this morning, and saying something about taking the girls to the beach."

Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."

"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered aloud.

Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their own, and Regina had the certain feeling that she-and Stella-were included. It was time for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker, once merely her best friend, and now the lover of her husband, her son, and Regina herself.

Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess-"

Regina cut in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."

For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but when she did, her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"

"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey pulled the same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what he wanted, and now I'm happy I did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy."

Blinking, Stella asked, "Did-did Carey know about your boy and me?"

"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not only loves you, Stella-he's also in love with you. He wants you very much."

"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"

"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella-he and Dale were at the window last night, watching everything we did with the men, and with each other."

Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a night, poor kids."

Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever consider screwing your own son?"

Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was already old enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure anything would ever happen; it was just a vague idea."

"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I want it. I want to fuck Dale so badly that my mound aches, just thinking about it. He's my son, my boy-but I want to feel his hard young prick in my pussy. I need to fuck him, and I will."

Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over to me. I don't know what the hell the men have in mind, taking our daughters to the beach. It may very well be all innocent, but it can't stay that way very much longer. Let's you and I get a head start on them."

Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling-for everything."

"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just a short vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of us. It might be real fun to go for a group right now, but I guess we'd better play it carefully, and let our boys get used to the idea first. A little privacy always helps incest along, from what I hear."

They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new excitement stirring through her lover's mobile lips-or was it her own emotionallyheightened sensitivity?

She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was well into the kitchen before she slowed and looked around. The house was quiet, but she sensed life in it. She found them in the living room, sitting quietly.

"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."

He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time. Does she really want me?"

"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said. "Hadn't you better go see?"

He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and legs pumping furiously. The back door slammed behind him, and Regina was left alone in the living room with her own son.

"Hello, Mom," Dale said.

She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times."

"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen last night."

He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees.

"I jacked off twice."

She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before.

It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"

He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've ever seen in my life."

She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your lover?"

Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of his balls.

He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me.

Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits."

She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with his hard cock.

She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch.

They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.

Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella, that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.

His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked testicles.

He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman-lie back and snuggle down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and fuck you."

"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling-of course." And she fitted herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her body for the entrance of her best loved.

He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now only a young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took his iron-hard prick in one hand and steered the pulsing head of it to the hairy entrance of her pussy.

A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged forward, burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one long, driving stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he caught at her hips with both hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the tremendous power of his body. His prick in her, at last-at last!

She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing shaft as her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of his scrotum.

Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his rod partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with delicious ardor as he slid it forward again. It was wonder beyond price, a superb sensation that permeated her entire body, and she fucked slowly with him, meeting his thrusts gently.

"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother-Mom! I can't believe I'm really in your pussy. It's hot, and magic and-oh, Mother-love me and fuck me!"

"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes-your loving mom will fuck you. Now I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock in me-and it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy.

Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby-oohh, sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's pussy-my son's prick-"

And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need that made their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and when one retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she had to lift her legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous body within their grip, so she could make him stuff one more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging vagina.

She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to pull him bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to devour him with the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis battered his, and she gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and magic madness, and she went far out into some other universe as his cock continued to sledge into her overflowing vagina.

"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale-Dale-son-your mother is coming!"