"You try to break us up, Mrs. Walker, and she'll come with me. That I can promise you."
"But… but you don't love her!"
"Whether I do or don't doesn't matter. What matters is what you are going to do in the next few minutes."
Ann stared at her daughter's lover fixedly, her mind a swirling fire of total disconcertion. Her carefully considered battle plans were in disarray; her most controlled management of her secret desires had crumbled as if made of clay; and now, the shattering blow of once more being confronted by his naked, hotly aroused and fully erect penis lanced through her armor to strike fear and unwanted desire in her heart and she was at the edge of collapse and breakdown.
"I'll fuck your sweet little daughter until hell freezes over if I want to!" Bob Seikerd said sadistically, and watched as tears brimmed Ann's eyes and spilled down over her cheeks.
She knew that she shouldn't be crying, that it wouldn't do any good, but she felt too wretched and indecisive, so disturbed and crazy from her unwanted passions, that the flood was a reaction and she let the tears flow freely, pouring from her like cascading rain, sobbing brokenly beside the naked, still hard-cocked man.
Dimly she was aware that Bob had moved closer and was kneeling beside her, his hand touching her shoulder as if he had relented in his cold, callous, merciless onslaught of her senses, and dimly she smelled the odor of his clean body. Her eyes blurred the close-up image of his erect penis and balls, and she cried deeply and despairingly.
The aroused young man felt the warm, resilient flesh of Lani's mother so near to his, felt her quivering body beneath his lightly encircling arms. Goddamn! Oh, it was going to be good really good…
He laughed as he remembered how he had thought this helpless woman, huddled on the ground in front of him was an iceberg, untouchable. Moses would be pissed he didn't get to her first, but what the hell, Bob was not going to let a golden opportunity like this pass by. Both the mother and the daughter! The blood in his cock was throbbing like mad, and his balls ached with the prurient anticipation racing across his flesh. Damn, he wouldn't be able to last much longer; he was going to have to screw this voluptuous older woman or shoot his cum all over her right there.
"Listen," he whispered in her ear. "Listen, I'm sorry. I think we should be friends… Good friends…" His words were a long, planned flow of honey, mesmerically soothing murmurs which, combined with his nearness and nakedness and excitement, would slowly have the effect on her he desired. He began to stroke the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm gently, and continued to intone softly.
"Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker… Don't think about the way Lani and I looked on the hill this afternoon, the way my penis was inside her, sliding up and down, the way she held me tightly, wanting more… Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker…"
He felt her warm breasts pressing against his rib cage and her nipples hardening slightly, and he smiled lewdly as he continued the soft hypnotic sounds. He knew that even though he was saying not to remember, that his spoken lewdnesses were doing just the opposite – the tortured mother was thinking even harder of her daughter and him fucking away, and that the mental images were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her body.
And he was not mistaken. Ann could feel a certain twitching deep within her belly, and her traitorous vagina began to secrete droplets of moisture which flowed warmly down between her legs to dampen her soft inner thighs. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but she had kept her sexuality repressed too long, and it was rising in her now with undeniable force.
Her daughter's lover continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, knowing it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She sobbed against his bare chest, finding a gentle security in his strokings… she began to whimper softly… and all the while he was whispering words in her hair, words constantly bolder and more corrupt… "Don't think, Ann… no, your daughter and I were fucking… but you mustn't think of such things… it only makes you excited…"
Ann was breathing faster now, and then her daughter's boyfriend brought his hand casually and lightly up against the ripely swelling mound of one of her breasts rubbing the pliantly quivering flesh tenderly through the light material of her dress. He heard the sharp intake of breath, felt the shudder of excitement spread through her voluptuous body in a shock wave, and convulsively she stiffened against him. But he didn't stop caressing her breast, running his thumb freely over her nipple, and his cock lurched obscenely in his loins, throbbing with the victory he felt was now imminent…
A warning voice in Ann's mind penetrated the lethargy her hapless state of affairs had placed her in. "No…" she gasped, trying to jerk upright from his clasp. "No… what are you trying to do to me?"
"Come now, Mrs. Walker. You want me, don't you? You want me to love you like I loved your daughter… that's why you were watching us this afternoon and didn't say anything then… that's why you were staring at me just now… that's why you're holding me now. Be honest with yourself, Mrs. Walker… you want me to fuck you…"
"Oh, God…" she moaned, still trying to fight the voice of sensuality deep inside her, and she jackknifed against him, squirming her hips on the hard ground, turning her body away from him, him and his hard, up-thrust cock which seemed always in front of her, taunting… taunting.
And in doing so, her mouth brushed the young man's lips; he kissed her suddenly, grinding his lips down, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking his tongue forward immediately to enticingly meet hers. No… this is wrong… I love my little Lani… I can't let this happen…! Ann crazily thought, but already her mouth and lips and tongue were responding. The primeval urges of the strong, young male and the unrequited, long denied body of the tortured mother were far, far too strong, too basic in nature to allow the artificial restraints of social pressure to interfere, and she let Bob saw his tongue mercilessly in and out of her mouth, and continue to pinch her nipples and cup her breasts, and she made tiny, passionate mewlings deep in her throat.
Bob's fingers had pushed her dress up, and slipped inside her brief nylon panties, grazing against the curling strands of her soft, silken pussy hair. He let his hand slide still lower until his middle finger was in sudden, heated contact with the warm, damp flesh-folds of her excitedly palpitating vagina. She tried one last time to stop herself, and then everything became a whirring blur… Oh God, she couldn't stop it now, she liked it… she liked it…
Automatically she spread her thighs, opening the smooth flesh of her inner legs to his softly probing touch. The heat of desires mingled with the blistering rage running rampant in the testicles and cock of her daughter's naked boyfriend, and the warm air of the fading summer day wafted across her now exposed vagina, sending another ripple of wonderfully rising sensations through her.
"God, but I want you," Bob said huskily, and Ann thought that her whole body was afire. Shame at what she was doing swept over her flesh even as a wanton unaccustomed craving agitated her loins, and with depraved sureness, the muscled young man probed deeper and deeper inside her moistly throbbing vagina.
I'm a bitch… a slut… a whore… she told herself in utter capitulation. I can't help myself… I'm sicker than I ever imagined… but ohhh God I don't want it to stop…
Ann moaned aloud and struggled against herself vainly. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh…" she whimpered helplessly as he continued to jerk his middle finger, then two fingers, then three, in and out of her hungrily clasping cunt-hole.
"You want me to fuck you with my cock, Mrs. Walker?" he asked with sneering confidence.
"No, please… don't ask… don't…"