Mom and Me

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"You?" Betty sat up in bed, stunned despite the casual tone that had been coming into the conversation
between she and her son. "You'd screw Linda, and she'd-she would let you-
--?"
"Just as you did," Danny said. "She has to get smashed to be honest, but I think if I can get her to
talking about her sex life and petting her some, and if she thinks we're alone and all safe, Linda will
screw me. If she doesn't-I'll rape her, and once I get my cock into my sweet sister's cunt, she'll forget
about anything else. She's that much like you, mother. Now-I heard daddy's car pull out of the
driveway, so lie back and relax. Or do I have to rape you too?"
Betty lay back upon the pillow. "You would too-you horny little cocksman. Linda and you, then Linda
and her dad. And what do I do, all that time?"
He fingered into her pussy. "There'll always be some prick for you..."
Chapter 6
When Betty gave her younger daughter two dollars and told her to take her friend to the movies, Nikki
grabbed the bills and flew out of the house without argument. Danny looked after her, and said, "She's
going to get suspicious, after a while."
"We'll worry about that when it happens," Betty said. "Right now, we have to get the situation ironed
out with Linda. Danny, are you sure-" "Sure as I can be," he said. "did you call Linda?" "While you
were taking a bath. She's on her way over; said she was bored at home and needed a change." Danny
laughed. "I'll try to give her a change, all right. Linda's about ripe for a new cock, and mine is certainly
available."
Betty shook her head and poured glasses of cold punch. Tasting the mix, she made a face. "How
much rum did you put in this?"
"The whole bottle," he said. "Linda never could hold her juice, and if she get smashed right away, we
can get it on that much sooner. Otherwise, it's going to be a long, dry weekend, with dad home all the
time and us not able to get together for even one quick fuck."
She drank down the cold punch and felt a little shiver in her tummy. It was the way her son talked
about everything, as if they were discussing his schoolwork, or the grocery list. He was casual about
discussing their sex acts, and this plan for the seduction of his married sister. She stared at him as he
slouched in the kitchen chair, his slim, bare legs stuck out, the feathering of hair on them bronzed by the
sun. The table, she thought; oh lord-he had screwed her right on this very table last night, when
everyone else in the house was asleep. He'd lifted her to the tabletop and spread her legs to walk in
between them with his perpetually hard prick in his hand. Her son had fucked her as eagerly as if he'd
never touched her before, and it had been good, wild for both of them.. "Where will you-do it?" she
asked. "If your sister goes along, that is." Betty felt like a procurer, or some equally bad kind of
traitor. She was helping her daughter to break her marriage vows, and being instrumental in bringing
Linda into incest.
"The family room," Danny said. "I'll get the stereo going with her favorite tapes, and put the punch on
ice in there. We can get her talking, and drinking, and then-I guess we have to play it by ear. If she
pays too much attention to you being around, you'll have to slip out-at least for awhile."
"All right," Betty said, and drank another glass of potent punch before carrying the punch bowl into the
family room and placing it on the little bar there. He son followed her and put his hands on her waist as
she stood at the bar. Betty was wearing a pair of white shorts that accented her pale and lustrous skin,
and a thin, see-through blouse that showed her lacy cup bra. She felt wicked in the outfit, and of
course she was. Leaning back against him, Betty felt her son's erection, felt him pushing against her
buttocks. He kissed the back of her neck and cupped her heavy tits with both hands. "You have the
most fabulous tits I ever felt, mother." She turned her face, kissed his cheek, and snuggled her ass
tightly to his rod, to the hard bulge in his cutoff jeans. "How many tits have you felt?"
"A few; not too many, I guess. I felt up six or eight girls before I screwed any of them, so I guess they
don't count; only the ones I fucked."
Betty knew a delicious intimacy. A curious gnawing of something else-jealousy? She said, "How many
did you-- fuck?"
"Just four," Danny said. "Three chicks in class and my English teacher."
"Your teacher?"
He ground his crotch into the cheeks of her ass. "Sure; she's only twenty-eight, and I had this thing for
older women, since I was so horny to lay you. It took some work, because she's cute and half the
guys in class were trying to make her. But she's not nearly as good a fuck as you are, mom. I mean,
you're just the best, the greatest." She moved away from him then, mollified, feeling the jolt of rum she
wasn't used to drinking, feeling more than a little bitchy, too. "You'd better save that hard on for your
sister; she should be here any minute now. Remember, she's an older woman, too."
He grinned. "Only twenty-one; just four years older than me. I like them riper-like you; but I'll admit I
always had an idea about screwing Linda. She was always had an idea about screwing Linda. She
was always flitting around and showing her legs clear to her ass, or letting me get a good peep at her
tits. And lots of times, she'd come in from a date and tell me how guys were feeling her up, especially
Glenn, before she married him. I think she was trying to turn me on."
Betty felt a little better, and a little drunker. She poured herself another small cup of the punch and
sipped it. Maybe it ran in the blood, she thought; something slightly twisted in her genes that had been
passed along to her children. She had always wanted to be screwed by her son; she confessed that to
herself now. Oh, it hadn't been out in the open, but she'd always liked to touch him, and she had often
cast glances at his tightly shaped ass, as his lumpy crotch. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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