"The neighbor_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Egan Norma)

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Kent and Patty got home from their swimming lessons, they could tell that their parents had been arguing. June was pale and quiet, hardly talking to anyone, and Rod was sitting in the living room staring into space. The kids were curious to know what it was all about, but nobody told them.

After an almost silent dinner, Kent and Patty washed the dishes and then went upstairs to their rooms. June was on her way up, too, not wanting to be alone with Rod. As she reached the stairs, he called to her.

"June," he said, "I don't want to break up our family. I love you and the kids. All I can do is promise never to see Vicky again – I hope that's enough. Please, will you change your mind about the divorce?"

June looked at him sadly. She loved him, too, but she was still furious about his infidelity. Her body still ached for his lovemaking, but he had chosen to give it to Vicky instead. But she had to think of the children.

"I don't know, Rod," she said. "I'll think about it. But I want you to sleep in the spare room tonight. I need to be alone."

He nodded, and June went on up to their room. She felt exhausted. As she was undressing, she stared out the window at Vicky's house next door. She felt herself hating the girl with a passion.

"Bitch," she said, hissing the word.

As she was watching the house, Vicky's back porch light went on.

Kent had been waiting for that signal. Standing at the window of his bedroom, he felt like a million years passed before the light went on – the sign that Vicky's grandmother had gone to bed and it was okay for him to come over.

Quietly he opened the door of his room, looked out, and peered around. There was nobody in the hall. He hurried downstairs and out the back door. He hoped his parents and Patty would just assume that he'd gone to bed early.

Vicky was waiting for him on her back porch, and she led him inside. They went into her living room and Kent slipped his arms around her and starting kissing her and running his hands up and down her delectable little body.

"Oh, man," he sighed, "I could hardly wait to get over here, Vicky. I've been horny all day."

But Vicky didn't seem to be with it this evening. She allowed him to touch her, but she didn't respond or get excited. Finally she grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch and made him sit beside her.

"Kent," she said gloomily, "I have to talk to you about something."

Kent was disappointed – he was hoping to get laid, and soon. But he saw that Vicky was upset. "Sure," he said, "shoot."

"Well," she said, "you're not the only one I've been balling. I've also been getting it on with your father."

Kent gawked at her, then burst into laughter. Surely she must be joking. His father seemed ancient to him, far too old to attract a beautiful young grl like Vicky.

"You're putting me on," he said.

"No, I'm not," said Vicky a little angrily. "And for your information, smart ass, his cock is bigger than yours."

Oh, so that was it. Now Kent began to understand. His Dad was fully grown, a large powerful man, and he'd be better hung. A girl like Vicky would really appreciate something like that.

"Yeah?" he said warily. "So what? Are you saying you'd rather see him than me?"

Vicky shook her head. "No, Kent, I want both of you. But there's a problem with your father. You see, this afternoon while you were at the pool, we were balling at your house, in the living room – and your mother walked in and caught us."

"Oh, Christ," said Kent.

Now he understood why his parents weren't talking to each other, why they looked so miserable. He hoped they weren't going to get a divorce. He loved them both very much.

"Your mother called me a tramp," Vicky went on, "and told me never to come to your house again. So I can't be with Rod, and I can't come over to see you. She'll probably order you not to talk to me, too."

"Yeah," said Kent.

It looked bad, all right. He could understand why his mother was angry, but her anger might queer things with Vicky. He didn't think he'd survive if he couldn't see Vicky.

"So what we have to do," Vicky said, "is make your mother change her mind."

"Obviously," said Kent, "but how in hell can we do that?"

For the first time that evening, Vicky smiled.

"Well," she said, "I've been doing some thinking, and I have an idea that might just work. See, your mother has a hold over Rod and me because she caught us doing something wrong. Well, suppose we caught her doing something wrong. Suppose we caught her balling some other guy."

Kent nodded doubtfully. "Yeah, that'd work, but where are we gonna get the guy? And how can we be sure she'd ball him?"

Vicky ginned. "Why, Kent, there's a guy available right now that she loves very much, a guy who could do the job – you."

Kent blushed hotly.

Without knowing it, Vicky had touched on one of his most exciting erotic fantasies – making love to his mother. To Kent, his mother was the most beautiful and voluptuous woman alive, and he often jacked off while pretending that he was fucking her. He'd give anything to try it – but how would his mother react? She was so middle-class, so proper.

"Gee, Vicky, I dunno," he said. "I mean, I could try, but I doubt she'd go for it."

"She will, if you do it right," said Vicky. "There's a few tricks you have to use, things that will get a woman hot every time. At least they work with me. Here, I'll show you."

Vicky started taking off her clothes, and Kent quickly followed suit. He was excited by her plan, but his more immediate goal was to get laid. He'd been horny for her all day. He ogled her cute curvy body, her round jiggling tits with their soft pink nipples.

"Now lie down with me here, Kent," said Vicky, "and I'll show you what to do."

"Gladly," said Kent.

He stretched out beside her on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder. Her silky warm body rubbed against his, and he felt his cock getting hard for about the millionth time that day. He wanted to just jump on her and ball her, but he knew she'd be pissed. He tried to be patient.

"Now," said Vicky, "there's one place to touch a girl that will always get her hot. I don't know what it's called, but, man, it feels great to be touched there. Give me your hand and I'll show you."

Kent allowed her to guide his hand down her sleek tan body, over the fluffy forest of her muff. She took his finger and slipped it between the curly blonde muff lips, onto that funny little button of flesh hidden inside. She rubbed his finger back and forth over the slick little nub, then let go of him.

"Now you do it," she said.

Kent did his very best. Gently but steadily he ran his finger tip around and around the hot button of flesh, teasing and rimming it. Vicky sighed and opened her thighs, giving him more room to work. Very soon he felt his finger getting wet with her juices.

"Ummm," she murmured, "that's wonderful, Kent… Oh, yeah… Really nice."

Kent kept rubbing her wet hot little joy button. It occurred to him that if he got her hot enough, she'd forget she was just giving him a lesson and maybe let him fuck her. He tickled and teased her small silky clit till it stood erect and hot and tingling. Vicky moaned huskily and creamed all over his hand.

"Yeah, yeah," she gasped, "play with me, Kent… Ooooo, that's good."

Just when he thought he was getting someplace, however, she took his hand again and guided it lower between her legs, over her burning wet slit. She took his finger and eased it up her scorching-hot wet box. The searing flesh nipped at his fingertip.

"Here's another thing you can do," Vicky said breathlessly. "Just work your finger in and out like it was a cock. Yeah, that's it… Ohhhh, nice, Kent, nice…"

Obediently he did as she asked, jerking his stiff finger in and out of her satiny soaked twat, but he wished his cock was in there instead. Vicky really got off on it, moaning and writhing beside him. She jerked her pussy wantonly, impaling herself on his stroking finger. His hand was sticky with her hot cunt juice.

"Yeah, far out," she sighed. "I could come that way, easily… Ummm, we better move on to something else, before I really do come."

She seized his hand again and moved it even lower, till he was touching the soft wrinkled mouth of her anus. She giggled and said, "Here's something your father did to me. It's kinda kinky, but it really feels great. Just stick your finger in my asshole – gently! And then do like you did with my cunt."

Anything to please. Kent tickled the bumpy anal mouth with his fingertip, then slowly eased it inside her. Her anal passage was incredibly tight but also hot and slick. Vicky sighed and relaxed, making it easy for him to insert his stiff finger. When he had the tip inside, he stopped, fearing to hurt her, but she wriggled impatiently.

"More, Kent, more," she gasped. "Stick it in farther."

Kent obeyed, sliding his finger slowly up her burning hot rectum. He inserted it all the way, as far as he could go, but still she didn't protest. On the contrary, she wailed her pleasure, and he felt her horny little asshole gripping his finger greedily.

"Now move it in me," she sighed, "like a cock…"

Kent started working his finger in and out of her blazing bumhole, a mischievous sawing motion. Vicky squealed with delight and jerked her hips in lime to his strokes. Again her aroused pussy gushed hot cream all over his hand.

"Oh, wow," she panted, "it feels soooo good…"

Kent was glad that he was performing well, but he was getting kind of impatient. His cock was stiff and aching with fullness, hugging his belly, drooling horny juice. It was very hard for him to just lie there next to this beautiful naked turned-on girl and not do anything about it.

He got an idea. Without being told, he bent low over her fluffy little muff. He kept working his finger wickedly in her aroused asshole, and at the same lime he wriggled his tongue between the plump hot lips of her muff and began to tickle her scarlet joy button. Vicky wailed.

"Oh, shit, yeah," she screeched. "I LOVE that, Kent! Oooo, ooooo…"

The simultaneous teasing of her asshole and cunt was the most dizzying pleasure Vicky had ever felt. She forgot about giving Kent lessons, forgot about the trouble with June Hanson, and just sailed off on her private pleasure trip.

Kent watched her hungrily. He saw her cute round little boobs swelling up tight with arousal, her big brown eyes rolling lustily, her mouth twisting into a sensual grin. Both his hand and his face were soaked with her gushing pussy cream. She was hotly aroused, and he figured it was time to make his move.

"Vicky," he said huskily, "could we fuck?"

"Ummm," Vicky murmured, rubbing her horny little clit against his tongue, wriggling her tight asshole around the delicious impalement of his finger, "oh, yeah, Kent, yeah, let's fuck… Hurry…"

He didn't have to be told twice. He popped his finger out of her blazing rectum and rolled over on top of her. Vicky, crazy with desire for his cock, threw her legs open wantonly wide. He zeroed in on the wet pit of her cunt and jammed the knobby purple head of his cock into her. She was slick and wet, and he penetrated her fully with the first thrust.

"Eeeee!" Vicky wailed. "Yeah, ball me, Kent, BALL ME…"

The two teenagers began fucking happily on the couch, their slim young bodies writhing together. Kent licked her hot little tits as he fucked her, and Vicky dug her nails into his shoulders. They were in perfect agreement – they both wanted to come as fast as possible.

Vicky slammed her hot little pussy up and down his stiff rod, creating blazing friction. Kent humped her furiously, slamming his swollen meat in and out of her juicy soaked twat. They were both on the point of coming, when they suddenly heard a voice from the top of the stairs.

"Vicky? Vicky – what are you doing down there?"

Vicky and Kent stopped in mid-thrust, as if frozen. "Shit," Vicky whispered, "it's Grandma. I was sure she'd gone to sleep." Then she said in a normal voice, "I'm just watching TV, Grandma."

"TV?" said the old lady. "Well, what kind of program is it, anyhow? All that howling and yelping and screeching – it sounds like a bunch of monkeys."

"Actually, Grandma," said Vicky, "it's about baboons. It's very educational. But if it's too noisy, I'll turn it down."

"Yes, please do," her grandmother said. "Why, I can even hear it without my hearing aid. Turn it down low. I'm going back to bed."

"Yes, Grandma," Vicky said sweetly.

They heard a door shut, and then they were at it again, humping like horny young animals, Kent's stiff rosy prick slamming furiously in and out of Vicky's wet tight twat. They were careful not to make too much noise, however.

"Oooo," Vicky gasped into Kent's ear, "I'm gonna come… Keep fucking me, Kent, bring me off… Oh, OHHH…"

He kissed her to muffle her cries of pleasure. She went into powerful spasms as she came, her body rocking beneath him. Her cunt contracted violently around his swollen dick, and that triggered his orgasm. He kissed her hard, stifling his own yelps of joy, as he shot his steamy load into her.

Afterwards the two teenagers sighed and giggled. "So we sound like monkeys, huh?" said Kent. "Poor old Grandma – I bet she hasn't fucked for fifty years. She's forgotten how it sounds."

"Ssssh," Vicky laughed. "Let's not wake her up again. Come on, Kent, get dressed. We have work to do."

They put on their clothes and sneaked out of the house. They crept across the lawn and entered the Hansons' house by the back door. It was time to put Vicky's wicked plan into action.

They snuck upstairs, being as quiet as possible. The house was very still, as if everyone had gone to bed. "If my dad's in the bedroom with her, we're screwed," Kent whispered.

"Right," said Vicky, "but I bet he isn't – not after the fight they had. Where would he sleep if she wouldn't let him in the room?"

"The guest room," said Kent, "over here."

They listened outside the door of the spare room and heard soft snoring. They were in luck. Vicky grabbed Kent's hand and led him back to the door of his mother's room.

"I'll go in with you," she said, "and hide behind a curtain or something. I want to watch."

"Okay," said Kent, "but I'm not sure this will work." Now that the moment had come, when he was actually supposed to seduce his mother, he was getting nervous.

"It'll work," Vicky said firmly, "if you do all those things I showed you. Come on, Kent, we have to try."

She was right. Somebody had to deal with June, make her change her mind about Vicky – and it was up to him.

Silently Kent turned the doorknob and opened the door and peered in. The room was dark and quiet. He and Vicky crept inside… Down the hall, peeking out of her room, Patty watched them, wondering what in the world they were up to. She crept down the hall and listened at the door…

Inside the dark bedroom Kent and Vicky stood for a moment, letting their eyes adjust. Then Vicky saw the heavy drapes over the window and got behind them, leaving herself just a crack for spying. Kent approached the bed.

June was sound asleep. It was a hot night, and she had kicked off all the covers. She was wearing only a skimpy short nightgown, and it had crept up right to the swelling white rounds of her buttocks. She lay on her side, her back towards Kent.

Kent stood by the bed, looking at her, and took off his clothes. She looked beautiful to him, her dark hair spread on the pillow, her huge melon-shaped tits rising and falling heavily under the sheer nightgown. Balling Vicky had been fun, but he sensed it would be a whole other experience to make love to a mature woman.

IF she let him.

He certainly had his doubts as he gingerly climbed onto the bed beside her. He inched close to her, till his limp naked prick was brushing her warm silky legs. Christ, he could be in big trouble if he didn't do this just right… He extended a shaking hand…

June woke as he touched her. She was heavy with sleep, too groggy to move or say anything. She felt a warm firm hand sliding into her crotch, exploring the lush black expanse of her bush. A stiff finger crept inside the furry lips and touched her clitoris. The finger began to rub and caress. It felt nice…

So Rod was trying to make up with her. She was tempted to slap his face, kick him out of bed, after what he'd done today with that little slut from next door. On the other hand, she was terribly horny, and his finger felt so good on her sensitive little clit. She wouldn't make a decision just yet.

June lay still, pretending to be asleep. The finger hesitated a moment, then started to rub again, tickling and caressing around the tiny soft stalk of her clit. Stabs of pleasure coursed through her belly, and she sighed and opened her legs a little wider. Hell, let him play with her awhile. She needed it…

Kent's heart pounded. He couldn't tell if his mother was awake or not, but she was responding to his touch. She sighed, let her legs fall open, giving him plenty of room to play with her pussy. He was very excited.

Her dark bush was larger than Vicky's, the big silky triangle of curls covering most of her lower belly. He liked that, liked the exquisite softness of the hairs. When he searched out her clit and started rubbing it, like Vicky had taught him, he found that his mother's joy button was bigger than Vicky's, fat and plump and long.

He seized the pulsing shaft of flesh between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but steadily. June moaned, a drawn-out husky sound of pleasure. He moved closer to her, pressing his belly against her back, so that they lay spoon-fashion. His cock snuggled in the hot crease of her buttocks. He was nervous, not hard yet, but it thrilled him to be touching his beautiful mother with his cock.

June felt it, too, and she experienced a burst of horny longing when the warm limp prick tickled the crease of her ass. She longed to be fucked, but she stubbornly refused to move or say anything. Rod had been at fault in this quarrel – let him make the moves, let him court her.

He was kneading her clit briskly now, and June whimpered softly as the exquisite sensations melted her belly. She was getting rapidly and hotly aroused, her starved cunt aching for the thick hard stuffing of his cock. Maybe she'd let him ball her. One more time wouldn't hurt, and she needed it so badly.

She wasn't going to ask for it, though. She wasn't going to move or speak a word of encouragement. Damn him, let him do the work. If he wanted her enough, he would…

He held her clit tighter between his thumb and forefinger, and he kneaded it more vigorously. Dizzying pleasure shot through her pussy, and she felt herself beginning to cream onto his fingers. She couldn't control her lusty body. Her hips began to move in a horny fucking motion, and she fed her aroused throbbing clit into his busy fingers.

"Ummm," she murmured, "ummm…"

Kent was almost shaking with excitement. Not only had his mother let him touch her between the legs, play with her little button, but she really seemed to like it. She was sighing and moving her hips, getting all wet and hot between her legs – just like Vicky did when she got horny. Things were going very well.

He took a chance and did something he'd always wanted to do. He reached around her with his free arm and touched her breasts. His mother had the biggest most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen, great olive-skinned melons that overflowed his hand. Her nightgown was in the way, though. Clumsily but persistently he unbuttoned, it and slipped it off her shoulders, down over the warm cushions of her tits.

June assisted him, pulling the nightgown off and tossing it aside. She hadn't meant to be that cooperative, but she liked having her breasts fondled, and the damn gown was just in the way. She sighed happily as his warm firm hand closed around her left breast, squeezing, caressing. It felt very good…

His fingers were still kneading her clit, too, and pleasurable sensations streaked up and down her body, from breast to pussy. She was getting very horny for him, and she longed to reach out and touch him – but she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Kent was in bliss. After what seemed years of horny longing, he was playing with his mother's beautiful big knockers, actually touching and fondling the huge silky globes. Lusty and excited, he leaned over her and planted his mouth hungrily on one of her big brown nipples. He sucked it loudly, wetly.

"Oooo!" June moaned. "Oooo…"

She hadn't expected him to suck her nipple, but it felt great. Meanwhile his fingers released her wet throbbing cunt and sneaked lower between her thighs. She felt a stiff finger easing into the dripping hungry mouth of her cunt, and she moaned again. He was sliding the finger into her, stiff and hard like a cock, and it felt great.

Kent continued to suck ravenously and loudly on her big soft brown nipple, digging the experience, but he was careful to keep playing with her pussy like Vicky had told him to do. He got a finger up her cunt and began pumping it like a stiff dick, and she responded with a hoarse moan of joy and a big steamy gush of cunt cream. Vicky's plan was working out like a dream…

June was finding it very hard to control herself. His wet sucking of her nipple felt incredibly good, and she was grinding her wet twat lustily around his jerking finger. She had wanted not to respond, not to show him she liked it, but she couldn't hold back any longer. She was just having too much fun.

She reached around behind her and touched his prick.

Somehow it seemed smaller than usual, but perhaps that was because he had no hard-on yet. In her lust, June overlooked details. What she wanted was to play wickedly with his cock, get him hard, feel him inside her. She boiled for it, ached to be fucked. She hadn't been so horny for her husband in years.

She curled her fingers around his limp warm silky cock and started to pump it. He gasped and sighed. It was fun holding his cock, playing with it. She'd wanted to do it for years, but she'd thought it was wicked and unladylike. To hell with that. Prom now on she was going to be a liberated woman and have fun for a change.

Kent trembled with delight and lusty excitement as his mother picked up his limp peter and started to play with it. He'd never expected her to do that, and it got him really hot. He seized her other breast and brought the soft nipple up to his mouth and started to tongue it. She whimpered her approval.

He dug his stiff finger deeper and deeper into her cunt. She was wider than Vicky; of course, but much hotter and wetter. He felt the satiny lining of her blazing sheath, and he longed to get his cock in there, to ball his voluptuous mother…

June felt his cock going suddenly hard and red-hot in her hand. It lurched into erection, straining at the confining grip of her fingers, and it throbbed with a life of its own. It was good and stiff now, and she wanted it inside her as fast as possible.

Her pride kept her from asking for it, however. She still remembered vividly what she'd seen that afternoon – Rod naked and leering, pumping his cock in that little whore Vicky. No, she was not going to ask him to fuck her. Let him do the asking. She pumped his prick faster, wanting to get him hopelessly aroused.

Kent panted, trying not to come. It was such a blast, having his own naked and beautiful mother playing with his prick. His finger was deep in her now, scalded and soaked with her cream. Her mature cunt contracted hungrily around his stiff digit. He was sure she wanted him – but did he dare take the chance?

June rolled over onto her back and let her legs fall open. She still wasn't going to ask him, but she would certainly give him the opportunity. She kept her eyes closed, afraid they would reveal her frantic lust. She ran her finger around and around the slick hard balls of his dick, and cream bubbled out of it. He was clearly just as horny as she was – he had to act soon.

Kent trembled with dizzy joy when his mother rolled over and opened her legs to him. He gawked at her raven-black bush, her wet scarlet pussy which was creaming furiously for HIM. Her hand jerked greedily up and down his rigid swollen meat. Christ, she was practically asking him to ball her. He was sure she wanted it.

Still trembling, Kent gathered his courage and withdrew his finger from her flooding nipping twat. He quickly knelt between her legs. He seized his aching hard meat and pushed the tip of it into the steamy dark mouth of her cunt.

She kept her eyes closed, but she didn't protest. Kent took a deep breath and leaped onto her, driving his prick deep into her.

"Ohhhh!" June wailed. "Oh, yes, yes, darling, fuck me!"

Kent breathed a loud sigh of relief. He hadn't been wrong – she really wanted it. Her mature cunt was blazing hot and deliciously wet and slick around him. He began to fuck her, moaning.

In her spying place behind the drapes, Vicky grinned wickedly. Her plan had worked. Mrs. Hanson, who always acted so prim and proper, was going crazy with joy as her son balled her. Vicky crept out from behind the drapes and over to the other side of the room. She found the light switch and stood there with her finger on it. Just as June was coming, Vicky intended to turn on the light. She could hardly wait. Mrs. Hanson wouldn't dare call her a tramp then.

"Oooo!" June wailed. "I love it, I love it… Don't stop, darling, keep fucking meee…"

Kent humped away happily, working his swollen horny meat in the delicious silky wet tunnel of his mother's cunt. He really dug lying on her huge swollen tits, feeling them bounce beneath his chest as he balled her. She liked his fucking, too, he could tell.

"Oh, wow," he sighed, "it's really great, isn't it?"

June gasped.

She knew that voice. It wasn't Rod who was fucking her – it was her own son!

"Kent?" she said weakly.

"Yet, Mom," he panted. "Awww, Jesus, you're so hot inside… Man, this feels good."

He'd known all along it was her, he'd deliberately seduced her. June's mind reeled. She'd encouraged him shamelessly, too, letting him play with her pussy, pumping his cock into hardness. No wonder he felt no shame now – he thought she'd wanted HIM.

And she did.

She had to admit it, horrible as it was – her son was a damned good lay, and she loved the hard deep strokes of his erect cock inside her. She didn't want him to stop. By all that was right and decent, she should stop this terrible act of incest – but she couldn't being herself to do it.

Her lust-crazed mind told her it was all right, they could get away with it, Rod was asleep in the spare room… And she needed this fuck so badly. Her starved gushing cunt gripped his hard dick ravenously, sucking him deep deep into her. She had to have him, she just had to.

"Oh, wow," Kent panted, "wow… This is so great, Mom…"

The excited boy began fucking her even faster and harder, and June lost all self-control. Her famished twat blazed with pleasure, and she threw her legs as far apart as she could, letting his hard hot balls butt her womb.

"Oh, fuck me, Kent, fuck meee," she wailed. "I love it… Ohhh, OHHH."

Carried away in their hot pleasure, mother and son forgot how much noise they were making. They wailed and howled and yelped, and the bedsprings creaked loudly. They forgot everything but the wild pleasure they were giving each other.

Outside the door, Patty listened wide-eyed. Kent was doing to their mother what he'd done to Vicky – fucking her, putting his cock into her. Patty wished so much that she could watch. Those wild cries of pleasure were getting her very excited. She was about to try sneaking into the room, when she heard someone coming. She ran for the stairs and ducked down. With just her eyes above the stairs, she saw her father hurrying down the hall…

Rod had been wakened by the wild noises. At first he thought there were burglars attacking his family, and he leaped out of bed in alarm. When he opened the door and stepped out into the hall, however, he could hear the sounds more clearly – and he recognized them all too well.

It was unmistakably the noise of someone making love.

He heard June's voice, husky and ecstatic: "Fuck me, ohhh, yes, fuck me…" There was a male voice, too, but so wild and incoherent that he couldn't identify it. He turned red with rage at the thought that June might have picked up some stranger and brought him home to ball out of revenge.

He wouldn't have it, by God. He wouldn't have his wife balling another man.

Rod raced down the hall and jerked open the door of the master bedroom. Vicky heard him coming and, just in time, she dived under the bed. She had just gotten under when Rod switched on the light. He stood there, the color draining from his face, and gawked at the scene on the bed.

It couldn't be true. Oh, Jesus, it couldn't.

But there it was, all too real. Naked, clinging to each other, were his wife and son. June was on her back, her legs spread shamelessly wide, her face twisted into a slut's grin of horny pleasure. Kent was on top of her, his stiff young cock thrust far into her cunt. The boy was flushed and grinning.

They remained frozen in that attitude when Rod turned on the light, motionless with shock and surprise. Then June slowly turned her head and looked at her husband. There was nothing she could say. It was all too obvious that she and Kent were doing. Kent, too, found no words. He just stared at his father.

Rod shuddered convulsively. His voice was choked. He stared at June and said, "You whore. You filthy whore. I can't believe any sane woman would do anything so vile. How could you possibly do this? How could you fuck your own son?"

June burst into tears. Shocked out of her mindless passion, she realized what an awful thing she'd done. Kent, however, didn't seem shocked at all – only angry. He got off her, leaped off the bed, and faced his father, hands on hips.

"Now just a minute, Dad," he said hotly. "Where do you get off, talking to Mom like that? You've been screwing around with Vicky – you're not perfect. And Mom didn't know it was me when we started making out – she thought it was you. She was ready to be nice to you, to forgive you. You better just think a minute before you start putting her down."

Rod sagged, not knowing what to say. He was confused, lost.

Just then Patty ran into the room, pigtails flying. She gawked at her parents and her brother. "I heard noises," she said. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Christ," Rod laughed bitterly, "what's wrong? Not much. I just caught your mother fucking your brother, that's all…"