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CHAPTER TWO

It took only a few days for Natalie and Kevin to find an apartment. By the time they did, Liz was not so sure she wanted to see them go. She could never have explained her feelings exactly, but she knew that it had much to do with the attention Kevin paid her that Tom never did any more. Whenever she stepped into a room and he was there, he would smile sensually and give her compliments that she might have been unwilling to accept from Tom, when she gave it some honest thought. One morning, over coffee, she wondered idly if she had been guilty of reversing her relationship between father and son, treating the father like a son from the moment of marrying him and treating the son to more freedom, more respect, and… and more love! How strange, but could it be true?

And there he was, their last day at home, coming into the kitchen for the glass of milk he always liked to drink in the morning and true to his routine, smiling at her in the way that made her experience a strange feeling of being ill at ease in the familiar relationship. She knew she felt flustered and looked away, taking a deeper swallow from her cup than the tiny bit of coffee justified. She got mostly air and coughed. She could swear his eyes followed her though. She could feel them traveling a slow burning path up her firmly molded thighs and the smoothly rounded outline of her asscheeks as she sat sideways of him, and a blush began tingling warmly along her hairline.

"You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly from across the room. "Maybe too good for a mother. I'll miss having you around, Ma."

"Thank you," she said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her. She had to sound cold to fight the horrible incestuous feelings her son was capable of arousing in her. She stifled the desire to tell him that she would miss having him around, too. That was the last thing she wanted him to know at the moment.

"Well, uh," she continued briskly. "Natalie is pretty good to look at." There was the tiniest hint of sarcasm in her voice. She caught it and hoped he didn't. God, what was the matter with her? Everything seemed to be falling apart, and she was losing control of her own emotions. She really hoped he would stay!

"She's a very pretty little thing," she tried to add in a more enthusiastic tone, but she still heard that ugly note of bitterness and resentment.

"Come now, Ma," he said, sitting opposite her at the table. "You know there's no one more beautiful than a man's own mother!"

And for some stupid reason, she had begun to weep. Before she knew it, he was beside her instead of opposite her and had his arms wrapped around her heaving shoulders. She pulled away at first. Her instant reaction was fear of discovery, but the touch of his hand seemed innocently sympathetic as it caressed her thick auburn hair. She felt uneasy with him pressing his warm body close to hers.

"You know I admire Pa, but I don't think he does right by you. Sorry if it's none of my affair, but… but it's rather obvious. He gets home such late hours. I mean you are a human being and…"

"Kevin, what are you saying?" she demanded, knowing full well that he was venturing in where only young people today dared venture. But he didn't realize that such an intrusion would only upset her more. "Honey, I know you mean well, but I can't take this talk."

"You're a human animal as well as a human being," he continued stubbornly. "You have needs, excesses in your system that require… attention… for your nerves and health."

"Kevin!" she cried, trying to sound indignant between sobs.

"Oh, gosh, Ma, I'm sorry," he said stroking her shoulder. "You know I admire Pa, and I wouldn't hurt either of you for anything, but I just can't understand why… well, people can tell, you know!"

He saw that she couldn't answer him. He had embarrassed her, and although he knew how to take care of a woman's problems and certainly would love to take care of hers… She was the one woman he loved most in the world! But of course, it would kill her to think her own son would…

"Well," he changed the subject. "I guess while Pa and Natalie are arranging furniture, I'd better put in an honest day's work. Make lunch for me?"

"Is your father at your apartment?"

"Yeah, I couldn't get off work and he could, so he offered to be there when the furniture arrived and to help Natalie arrange it."

Liz felt an unreasonable tremor of fear. "When will the furniture arrive? Couldn't you have made arrangements? Most employers understand."

"Well, it's supposed to come first thing this morning so we'll probably all be here for lunch if that's all right."

"Oh, of course, it's all right. I'm sorry I seem so nervous, Kevin. Perhaps it's just that I know I'll miss the two of you."

"All right, thanks," he said, smiling, kissing her on the cheek a little lingeringly, it seemed to her, before he left.

Well, she wasn't going to sit around and brood. She would do the breakfast dishes, get dressed and keep her mind on… on… well, at least off what it should not be on, her son! What in God's name was happening to her? How could she think such strange thoughts? Was it because Kevin looked so much like Tom did as a very young man? Tom had been only two years older than Kevin was now when they had first met. Perhaps it was like returning to the past. Oh, how she wished she could. There were certainly a few things she would change about her own attitudes and behavior. It was not that she would give up her moderate ideals. No, she still believed in those. But surely the idea of moderate was a matter of interpretation. Before they were married she had been quite honest with Tom. She had told him quite clearly that she was a moderate person. At least she thought it was clear. Now she realized that what was moderate to her might be conservative to him! He had always called her conservative. Oh, God, what did words mean? Was there no way to communicate to each other with exact meaning?

A knot formed in her throat as she looked back, feeling that maybe if she had been a little less moderate, Tom would still be interested in her. Yet wasn't it up to him to be understanding, too? His son was far more understanding than he was! And that, she thought, running the hot water into the dishpan, was the trouble. No, she would not think of him and that was that. What she would do, she thought suddenly, was go over to the new apartment herself to see if she could do anything there. The chances were that she could help hang drapes and take care of many of the thousand little things there would be to do. Moving was just about the biggest and most tiring chore she knew of. There would be plenty to keep her mind in harness!

And so it was that about an hour and a half later, Liz Rouelle entered the open door of the new apartment to find furniture stacked everywhere but no Tom or Natalie in sight. Knowing her husband, they were probably already taking a coffee break down at the cafe on the corner of the street. Once in awhile he interrupted a coffee break to help her around the house as long as the work period didn't last longer than ten minutes at the most. She sighed. Apparently Natalie was not very concerned about what happened to her things, leaving the door wide open like this. But then strange sounds started coming… from where? Instinctively, Liz tiptoed around.

"Oh, Christ Almighty, do it again!" Tom's voice suddenly floated through the room from the bedroom. "Lick it right under the ridge! Oooohhhhh! That feels so damned good!"

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"

"Oh, God, yes! Run your fingers over the skin. Do that, too!"

Liz's confused head flailed around from side to side at the sound of strange disembodied voices. Oh, God, was she going mad? Was this new passion she had let erupt in her last night already driving her crazy? Her eyes caught on the open bedroom door, and she quickly crossed the room, her eyes sweeping frantically through the mess of boxes piled on boxes. Her heart followed her gaze to the corner of the room where a mattress was hooped on the floor between the wall and the boxes. She didn't know how long she stood there too stunned to cry, but a good deal of time had passed, and she had seen enough to last her a lifetime. She was certain she would never forget the naked forms of Tom and Natalie as they tossed and heaved in the curved mattress. She turned and left, leaving the door as open as it had been when she came.

As soon as the movers had left, Tom had started opening crates. The way his daughter-in-law brushed against him and teased him, she was either a Goddamned cock tease or she really meant business. He knew the kids nowadays were for a real open sex time and that swapping was for the older folks who believed, like himself. These kids just took what they wanted. They didn't worry about evening out the tricks. If hubby got it, then wifey got it at the same time, that was swapping. Now each partner just took whatever he or she pleased without interference or expectations of equality. Well, it looked like he might have a live-wire son. He never thought he would have with Liz raising the boy, but hot blood will not be squelched, he mused.

Natalie had filled a pan with hot sudsy water. Now wordlessly, she pulled off his shirt. "Into the water you go," she giggled. She was emptying a crate of dishes and stacking each piece on the sideboard as she removed the newspaper wrapping.

"You want me to wash those?" he asked, grinning. He was wondering if next she would remove his pants and trying to decide what to do if she did. She was a cute little minx. She made him feel as young as Kevin again. If he could be as young as Kevin and as wise as he was now, he would have married someone like her. She mumbled some answer just before she turned with more dishes for the stack.

"How's that?" he asked innocently and flicked a puff of suds at her that quickly evaporated, leaving a large dark circle of cloth clinging wetly to the tip of her full left titty. His long flaccid cock quickly engorged with blood and stiffened in his pants. Ouch! Obviously, the bitch wasn't wearing much of a brassiere, he thought, noting how the damply clinging cloth displayed the round little outline of her left nipple.

"I said," she prepared to repeat with a smile that seemed suggestive to him, "the dishes need a bath after being wrapped in all this dirty newspaper."

"Oh, I was hoping you had asked me to give you a bath." Suddenly he moved threateningly as though to pull her up and dump her into the pan of water.

"No! No!" she cried, laughing. She pulled away and turned back to emptying the crate. Now he watched her bend over. In the process, he could see her shorts slip teasingly into the crevice of her ass, revealing the warmly tempting shapes of her firm, moon-like asscheeks.

Tom Rouelle felt his already lust-stiffened cock harden even more and throb against the warm pressure of the sink where he pressed himself so she wouldn't see. He had to decide rationally what he was going to do. This was his son's wife. His son probably wouldn't give a damn what he did, considering young attitudes today, but still, he was reluctant. She was approaching with another few dishes, an evil gleam in her eye that seemed to penetrate right through his body to the hotly aching protuberance of his now fully squashed and erect-aspossible cock.

"I hope my new father-in-law," she said boldly when she reached him, "is not the dirty old man type."

"In what way?" he asked for something to respond. He had nearly choked at her statement. "In any way at all," she giggled, settling her round young asscheeks against his thigh.

"Oooohhhhh, honey, you are in big trouble with your husband's father!" he exclaimed and suddenly lifted his arms to her face, pulling her harshly to him. What had he decided? He couldn't remember.

Tom's tongue splurged hotly into her mouth, flicking through the moistly clasping walls and pressurizing forcefully down the warm smooth length of her tongue. She sucked on it, slowly, drawing it down to her throat like she was trying to pull it out of his mouth by the roots. His lips pressed against hers, clinging there for a long moment and then the water and her hands against his chest caused his hands to slip from her face, and they lost contact.

"Now you better behave yourself so we can finish this," she admonished him, waving a finger at him.

"I'll give it the thought it deserves, you damn little cock tease," he said, wiping his hands on a paper towel. "Do you know how this feels right now?" Tom could not leave his zipper closed another moment. The pressure was killing him! Quickly he unzipped his pants, and Natalie, delighted, came and unbuckled his belt for him and then pulled the trousers completely down. His lust-inflated prick pushed obscenely against his shorts. Poking fun at it, she gleefully stripped him of his shorts. He couldn't believe what was happening. All thoughts of stopping her on behalf of wisdom had long since evaporated.

"Damn little cock tease," he repeated, spinning her around to get at the zipper on the back of her jersey. Unzipping it only part way, he quickly pulled it over her head, exposing immediately the full naked orbs of her sensuously swaying young tits, which he then cupped in his hands. Suddenly he pushed his palms harshly inward and squashed her tits against her chest.

"First you've got to lick me all over before I'll do it for you," she panted, gasping for breath and flicking her tongue out of her mouth obscenely.

"You mean you want me to suck your cunt?" he asked, still a little dumbfounded, perhaps by the speed. Even in his heyday, he didn't go this fast!

"Oh, yes, Tom. I want you to lick and suck it good!"

"Open your legs."

"Oooohhhhh, yeeessss," Natalie sighed as her shorts and panties were tugged over her full, sensuously curved hips and fell to the floor. He dropped to his knees in front of her moistly lubricating pussy and peeling the soft, hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs, licked wetly down the entire length of her throbbing hot cunt, stopping to flick the tip of his tongue hotly over the tiny bud-like clitoris. She quivered back against it, screwing her smoothly rounded young asscheeks in small lewd circles around and around, encouraging his wet tongue to fuck its way up into her hotly throbbing cunt. He fucked it deep up into her warm cunt, tongue-fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster, sending waves of lewd pleasure through her belly until she suddenly jerked his head away from her and moaned.

"Stop it! Stop it now. Oh, God, Tom, I'll cum all over your face if you don't stop!"

He stood and pressed his own nakedly exposed body against hers, the hugeness of the tightly swollen head of his blood-filled cock pressed into the throbbing slit between her widely spread legs. Her forehead pressed against his chest. She was trapped now between the sink and the hard searching length of his bloated prick in front of her. His hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh. "Are you going to-do the same… for me now?" he panted.

Natalie looked up at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue as though considering the situation. It was hard not to feel guilty when Kevin wasn't around like he usually was, but she had told him she was going to seduce his father just to know what it would be like making love to her husband in twenty or so years. He had only laughed uncaringly, and she did want that big lovely Rouelle cock in her hungering mouth, to suck and lick on it!

"Not here, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full throbbing thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs. In almost cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail tantalizingly down his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until her palm curled directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole. Her fingernails scratched lightly over the white blue-veined shaft, stroking softly on the steadily pulsing ridge just below the thick bulbous head and it jerked heavily at her touch.

"Oh, damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope. "Where then? You don't seem to have a bed."

"It's coming this afternoon," she breathed, "but we have the mattress and spring."

Tom swung his arm around his young daughter-in-law's naked waist and, stepping over their clothing that was scattered all over the floor, led her around and over boxes to the hallway. God, she was really going to suck him off! Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those warm wet lips would close down over his passionstrained veined cock. A momentary uneasiness at their family ties flashed through his mind, but he reminded himself of the loose state of today's youth, a condition for the better, in his opinion, and if Kevin had married such a shamelessly hot broad, he had to approve.

The mattress and the spring were each in their own separate boxes. The first one he opened was the mattress. Natalie fetched a razor and he carved one whole broad side out of the box, allowing the mattress to fall in a kind of hammock style between the wall and the boxes stacked nearby. He pulled all the cardboard away and then looked to see where to push the boxes when he realized that there was no real need to go further. They had what they needed, and he pulled her into the mattress the way it was.

"Like this?" asked Natalie as he tumbled to the mattress and spread himself out on his back.

"Why not?" he asked hoarsely.

As he lifted his dark head and watched her sink to her knees and draw herself up between his thighs, a small anticipatory whimper of delight was already coming from between his tightened lips. Her curvaceous naked body hovered over his parting legs, and then she lowered her head until her face was mere inches from his firmly throbbing cockhead. He could feel her soft warm breath grazing over his abdomen and her hair, blonde as straw in the sunlight, spilling over his thighs onto the mattress. She gripped his long lust-burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semenseeping hole.

"Oooohhhhh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his blood-engorged cock.

To guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing blond head, Tom reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair. The blood hard rod of thickened flesh was sinking deep into her hungry mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Tom groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet cavern.

"Yeeeessss!" he grunted as her warm lips tightened around his stony hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the hot moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Her pink tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head and the other fondling her sensuously swaying tits. He made a hard fuck forward and almost all of his long blood-thickened cock disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the instroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisibly fingers. Her tits jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture. "Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely whsle he watched her. "Ooooohhhh, that feels so damn good!"

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his stony cock.

"Oh, God, yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that, too!"

Deeply he sighed, and his head sank back in the mattress as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around the saliva-slicked, hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her fucking tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glans at the end. He flexed his ass, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the mattress to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face.

Natalie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his lust-swollen cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his asscheeks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken, and her passion began to build and build in reaction. She was sucking on her own father-in-law's blood-swollen cock, her mind hummed, and she was doing it with his own son's approval. In fact, she had had the uncanny feeling that she might be doing it because her husband wanted her to! After all, he could have gotten the day off to help her instead of asking her father-in-law! Well, if he wanted her to fuck his father, she would fuck his father. If her husband wanted her to be a little whore, she would be a little whore. Her body burned ecstatically with the thought of being used and slavishly made to perform any perversity her husband could think of!

"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me and cum up inside of me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist bloodinflated head.

"You bet! I've got to fuck you, you little bitch. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he muttered.

Natalie felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the padding. Her father-in-law rolled himself full length on top of her, and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. "Oooohhhhh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her hungering cunt, searching for the tight elastic little hole.

"And you have… God, you've got such a sweet young pussy," he gasped, working at her hotly quivering cuntal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.

"Aaahhhhhh, it's going to feel so goooooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Nooooooow!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the cotton-padded mattress.

As his strong hands pushed her thighs farther apart still, stretching her cunt until, it lay before him in a flat exposed plain, she shuddered expectantly. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body, and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard lewdly aching cock in his hands and then Natalie felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Aaaahhhhh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Tom Rouelle slowly shoved forward once more, and then suddenly he could stand it no longer, and he fucked into her with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking asscheeks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the ground and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick hedge of mattress surrounding them. It was like being in a padded room. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true. He was fucking that hard, thick blood-filled cock up into the warmly quivering confines of his own daughter-in-law's clasping defenseless cunt, and she was loving every minute of it. God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking. He had never had anything like this before, and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from cumming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Ooohhhhhh! Aaauurrgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating hole. "Oh, fill me, darling, fiiiillll meeeeeeee!" The sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.

Tom dropped his dark body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly fucking hardness. Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind! Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her. "Aaauugghh, I'm cumming!" she screamed up into his mouth, and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. It was his own son's wife! But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his own daughter-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice, and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the pores of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder. He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing cuntal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava.

"Oooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh!" His body gave one last spasmodic jerk, and he collapsed on the girl, pulling on her asscheeks while the huge rod continued to throb out its completion. Torrents of white hot cum still spewed from its red head, filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy contracting lips around the base of his cock and soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in. It seemed endless and the pulsating head continued to beat against her cervix until it gave one last final spasm, the last drop sucked from it. He lay still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off his daughter-in-law and fell onto his back on the mattress.

Natalie, too, lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and panting, too weak to move in its complete satiation.

"You know what I'm looking forward to?" she finally said when she had enough breath to speak.

"What's that?" he asked. Tom had to struggle to keep his mind on whatever she had to say. It had been so damn long since he had had a good fuck like that, he could not help turning it over and over in his mind, reliving this detail and that.

"We're having a party Saturday night, and suddenly Kevin has discovered he has to be out of town. Almost everyone has been invited already except you and Liz. It'll be kind of wild…"

He took her hand and squeezed it without looking at her. "That lets Liz out," he told her. "Maybe we had better forget about invitations to a wild party. She only attends 'moderate' ones, so stated in the invitation." As an afterthought, he chuckled. "Of course, I don't need an invitation after all this work, do I?"

"No invitation," she giggled. "Yours is a command performance… Pa!"