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CHAPTER FOUR

The beautiful mature auburn-haired Liz Rouelle, tipsy as she was, felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as Kevin moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. She was still partially clothed in a pair of transparent nylon panties and a brassiere that covered her lusciously uplifting titties thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.

He released one hand suddenly. With an experienced snap of his fingers, he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the brassiere dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.

"Ah! Oh! Ahhhhh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his stomach.

Moving one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad ass, he cupped one cheek while continuing to suck like a milking child on her tits. God! Those asscheeks were as beautifully shaped as her tits; the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft against him. She lowered her face, pulling his lips from her titty and locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their standing bodies for his rock-like hardness.

He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his blood-hard rigidity. Damn it! He really had her going. Now all that was necessary was to move her down onto the bed and continue what they were doing standing up.

"Let's lie down," he suggested.

Liz turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with lust. Her hand remained locked around his rapidly stiffening cock. He pulled away to sit on the bed and waited, but she didn't follow. For a moment he was worried, but then she slowly sat at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but as the act between them grew more inevitable and close, the smile became nervous.

"Kevin, I don't know about this," she finally said. "I-I am terribly confused and have had too much to drink to be rational."

Kevin shrugged. She had been too rational all her life. That was exactly the barrier that had to be broken through. She had raised him to be rational as well, and it certainly had its value in the proper time and place… but not in bed! "What do you suppose Natalie and Pa are doing now," he said as though he were musing idly instead of reminding her of the circumstances.

Liz flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. God Almighty, he thought, he just had to have her now. He couldn't wait a moment longer! She was performing like a cockteaser. He couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation. But he knew she didn't really know what she was doing but was unconsciously responding to himself.

Silently, she picked up her scotch and sipped, then set it back down, this time on the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had talked.

He grabbed her all of a sudden, not being able to resist a moment longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her asscheeks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her familiar female odor was maddening, a perfume enhanced her natural body odors and reminded him not only of her nearness as he grew up but of a new, fresh, untouched garden. It was a spring-like smell. Her lips were soft and gave a yielding rubbery softness that sent chills over his skin in thin fine tracks like those made on the ice by skates in winter. He moved his hand to the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round asscheeks and let them drop to the floor. He then pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of red-embered auburn pubic hair.

The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Liz recoil in sudden repugnancy.

"Oh, no! No! You mustn't do that! It's awful! Oh, no, Kevin!" Liz moaned and twisted, but Kevin's heavy grip held her fast. "Please! Please! Your father has never done that to me!"

"I'm willing to bet he's done it to Natalie," he gasped. "You should have it, too. It's only fair," her son answered, his brown eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.

He placed his strong hands, palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding tits like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.

Kevin Rouelle moved his handsome face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it. It was only a matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped his dark curly head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing cuntal walls.

"Oh, my God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me, Kevin?" Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.

As the strong male tongue swiped once more, this time it burrowed against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her asscheeks in uncertain response, and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.

"Oh, God, Kevin… my son, my son! Please stop!" But his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.

Liz rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his blood-swollen cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation swept over her that she had not been prepared for, or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin. Yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Tom had writhed in ecstasy over Natalie's hotly devouring mouth between his legs on his big huge lust-bloated cock!

Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing tits and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips.

"Oh, yeeeessss, Kevin. You're doing it sooooo goooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.

Her son's lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening, and he fucked his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Liz, whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Kevin could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended pink tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating cuntal hole dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. Christ Almighty, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the Goddamn world! Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from her tender pink hole. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control. He had to fuck his mother. God! He had to fuck his own mother! He had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.

"Oooooohhh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. "Yessssss, suck it! Oh, suu-uuuuuck!" she mewled, and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the dark tangled hair of his head.

Kevin Rouelle could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him. It was hard to believe that she was his forty-two year old mother! Her gorgeous auburn hair streamed across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her titties. The full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.

"Oh, God, why did you stop, Kevin? It felt so good!" Liz moaned. She peered up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't. Do you know that?"

Kevin remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad young chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood lewdly out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his heated groin.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Ma," her twenty year old son panted. "It's time we got down to the real business at hand, isn't that right?"

"Oooooooohhhh," Liz groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she had just allowed him to do to her with his tongue wetly between her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total surrender to her own son.

"Open your legs, Ma. Open them wide," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness. "When you get this inside of you, you'll know what fucking is all about!" Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Liz opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Kevin levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her hotly devouring cunt. She turned her head to the side of the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh, oh, oh! No!" she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her hungering cunt. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take even in her wildly excited state.

He pushed.

"Aaaauuuggghhhh," she moaned as he levered forward, and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Liz felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. It had been so long since she had last had anything in there! Again he pushed, the blood-engorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm asscheeks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. Natalie had not believed he could do it! Aha! How wrong she had been! His hot, puritanical little mother would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare at any moment, and his hot little wife had said his mother wouldn't even let him kiss her beyond a peck on the cheek!

But this was all too Goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his father in some obscure animal way that he did not fully understand! He was not just fucking his own mother, but he was fucking his father's little wife and fucking her good! "Oh, yessss, shove it into me, darling. Fuck me gooood! Screw me like that, yeeessss!" Liz's voice intoned involuntarily, and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of incestuous adultery as Kevin's vigorously skewering hot cock fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating asscheeks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her asscheeks, the thought blazed in her mind. They cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling lusty rod deep into her flowering defenselessly grasping cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon. And amazingly now, she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it really from the moment she had walked into the bedroom knowing that he was stark naked on the bed. Yes, she had wanted that cock that was now fucking and plunging its sperminflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal hole, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against Tom Rouelle! She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly like a washboard, with merciless, pile-driving fucks. The thick blood-engorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping cunt on the backstroke and then fucked forward again into her uplifting asscheeks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crack where nested her asshole.

"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance. "Yes, oh, God! Kevin, it feels so good!" she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed asshole driving her to greater frenzy.

"Then tell me it's better than Pa. Tell me that," he demanded, suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving lewdly bloated instrument through the ravished sucking walls of her hungering cunt.

"I'll tell you anything you want," she moaned. "Just keep on doing it. Yes, you do it better. You fuck me much better than your father does… when he does. Oh, Kevin, you know how to really fuck me. Keep it up!"

Kevin gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his veined cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her hungrily dilating womb.

"I-I never had it so gooooddd," she repeated of her own volition now.

He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating asscheeks and played teasingly with his finger at the widely spread crack. Then he prodded one finger in through the softly giving crack, finding her warm virginal asshole ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at first, as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, elastically stretching lips.

"Aaaaauuuuggghhh," she screamed when he fucked his finger in a quarter inch farther, and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.

But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her hungry pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure, one that she did not wish to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her asshole passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his lusty cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether hole.

"Oh, good, Kevin! Fuck me! Fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split me! Split meeee!"

Kevin shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy asshole, and Liz jerked up, her wildly undulating ass rising several inches from the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside. But Kevin had timed it well and fucked his grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her hungering cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscoping pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins. She was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and lusthardened cock, and in her sex-crazed state of mind, she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was that this young man, her own and only son, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her entire life!

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue wetly into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourdlike sac of his semen bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly fucking prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.

"Christ Almighty! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure.

"Oh, my little darling," she gasped even though he was hardly 'little' any more. "I'm giving you as much as you're giving me… I hope!" Suddenly she shifted her hand from the distended cup of his balls, and running it up his hips to his muscularly working asscheeks, she thrust a finger into his own rubberily sucking asshole behind him. The two lurched, fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains. Wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh, deeper, harrrrddddeeerrrr! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death itself. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply impaled asscheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing veined cock.

His balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum, he lurched over her. He could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, wallowing in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his mother's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he continued his lewd fingerfucking of her hotly clinging little rectum. Her own finger fucked more deeply into his straining back hole, jamming it up to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen that was about to spew out the gaping head of his painfully burgeoning cock.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaauuuurrrggghhh!" Liz chanted, her lovely slightly freckled face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.

Kevin Rouelle grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his hard-lusting cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his blood-filled organ. "God, ooohhhhhh! I'm… I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she pressed her fingers fiercely into his rear passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched, and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.

"Oh, God… oh! Oooooohhh," Kevin's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of her own orgasmic cries. "Cccuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!"

He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams into her spasmodically sucking cunt. He rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading auburn hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing asscheeks, withdrawing his finger from her invaded rear asshole with a final, obscene little farting noise. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ. Then there was a deep silence.

The couple, mother and son, lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace. Liz gradually opened her emerald green eyes and looked toward Kevin. His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation. The sounds of traffic, unnoticed before, suddenly sounded clear and bell-like through the window. Kevin felt his mother stiffen as though she were having second thoughts. "What's the matter, Ma?" his voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. "Do you feel guilty now that all the fun is over?"

Liz sat up rigidly in the bed. "Don't," she ordered vaguely. "I'm… I'm going to have to do a lot of thinking."

She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug. She couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical after what he had done just now to his own mother, but she vowed to herself that she would try not to show any signs of remorse for him to gloat over. She was, for the first time in his life, suspicious of this man who was her son. Perhaps it was because she had always thought of him as her son and not as a man standing on his own feet and having his own separate life. She had raised him in a way which he had clearly betrayed. She pulled the soft flimsy nylon up over her smoothly tapering legs and stretched the elastic waistband so it fit neatly over her small trim waist, then turned to Kevin again.

"It must be about lunch time. Perhaps we ought to eat before there are any further complications." She continued to dress.

Kevin yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed, propping his young twenty year old head on the pillow behind. He did not seem about to get dressed. Well, Liz thought, she would close the door on the room when she left just in case Tom came home. Regardless of what Tom had done himself, Liz didn't feel up to facing a complicated situation right away. As it was, a cold shiver of personal revulsion raced down the length of her spine when she remembered that she had permitted Kevin to make love to her and that she had actually enjoyed it. Slipping finally into her dress, she turned from the bed and walked to the door leading out of the bedroom while still struggling to zipper herself up the back.