Ann moaned and attempted to hump upwards as she felt her climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never experienced, not even with her husband Tom, so long ago.
"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming. Oh God, I'm cumming nowww! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" Her hands darted behind his hard driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her openly spasming loins. "I'm cumming… aaaaaah!" she cried in a voice shrill with mind reeling passion. Her cum flowed wetly out around his still driving cock and spilled down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding his testicles and the base of his cock as he drubbed unrelentingly into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she continued to groan out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Then Bob reached down and cupped the twin globes of her ass, stretching them wide, and watched his angry red shaft pummeling into her pussy. He could feel the hot load of his sperm building up for an earth shattering release, the broad blunt head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her insanely ravaged cuntal passage. At last he erupted, his hat thick liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing salaciously with the wetness of her own cumming. Her head whirled in mindless sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his crazily jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Ann's firmly sculptured body was drained of all the passion she'd repressed so long, and her limbs collapsed loosely on the ground as the young man's grip on her quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air. Ann groaned at the loss of his penis and felt a cool rush of breeze caressing her spent, cum-soaked loins.
She rolled over on her stomach and lay still, unable to move and not really caring. Her body was wholly satiated as it had never been before and she ached all over, and dimly felt Bob's broad palm resting slackly on her thigh, which was still wet and slippery from his sperm. More of the slowly cooling fluid trickled in a tiny rivulet out of her vagina to form a moist, lewd pool between her still widespread legs.
"Mother! You bitch! You whore! I hate you!"
Lani! Ann sat bolt upright, and with terrifying clarity all feelings of sex were ripped from her as she saw her hysterical daughter rush toward her, her firm young hands in fists, and tears pouring down her cheeks. Oh, God! This was the worst possible thing that could have happened! She had started out with plans to rid her child of the lewd demon of sex, and here she was, caught in the very act which she had decried. Fear was sheered on her face, adding a white, death-like pallor to her. "Lani!" she whispered. "What… what?"
"How could you," Lani raved, crying and choking, quivering with the torment and fury which blurred within her. "How could you, my own mother! You slut! Whore! Bitch!" she repeated in spitting anger.
Bob Seikerd moved away from the mother like a flash. He groped for his jeans which he had thrown casually across an outstretched tree branch. "Honey…"
"Shut up," the girl snapped, turning on him. "You just shut up, weakling! Can't you keep your cock to yourself whenever a woman throws herself at you; can't I trust you when my back's turned?"
"But…" Ann was going to say that Bob had seduced her, only her daughter didn't give her time.
"Don't lie to me, Mother! I saw you! I saw the way it was, you begging him to fuck you, acting like a sex maniac, a nympho! I saw, and you can't tell me Bob was at fault. Why, he's almost half your age, you bitch!"
A low animal moan of anguish escaped from Ann's lips, and she tried to turn on her side and curl up in a ball to cover her shame. "Oh God, God in heaven… no… no…"
"Yes! I was standing right there and I saw it all!"
Tears flooded from Ann's eyes in an overflowing stream. Lani had caught them, seen Bob fuck her long and hard, seen her cum… She was soul-sick and filled with self-loathing at the betrayal of her body, and the moral degeneracy which she had allowed to overcome her.
"Lani… Lani…" she whimpered in supplication.
"You saw us, did you?" Bob asked, a slight smirk forming on his handsome young features. "You saw us…" and then began to laugh. "Christ, what a family! You were watching your mother… and your mother was watching us this afternoon!"
"What?" It was the daughter's turn to blink unsteadily. "You mean… you mean that when we were… when we…"
"That's right, when we were fucking up on the Chapel. You and your mother are really two of a kind, honest to God."
"Well, I don't care!" Lani said hotly, this new, lewd piece of information only incensing her more. "It only goes to show what kind of sick person you are, Mother. Watching Bob and me making love, and then… seducing him the first chance you got. What's with you anyway? Did seeing us turn you on so much that you had to try some of his cock? Well?"
"Ohhhh, God… help me…" Ann moaned piteously, writhing as if in great pain.
"Take me away from here," Lani interrupted viciously to her boyfriend.
Bob, having gotten some semblance of control back, bewildered but not unhappy over the fact that Lani had misinterpreted the situation and was blaming her mother for it, had been dressing quickly. As he buckled his pants, there was an evil gloat festering inside his brain, one which had objectively gotten a great deal of cruel pleasure from this pitting of mother and daughter against each other, and satisfaction from the wedge he had unwittingly driven between them. What the hell, he didn't care about the mother, nor all that much about Lani if the truth be known… he'd take full advantage of the situation, though.
"Please, Lani," her mother was crying out, "please try to understand… Oh, God, don't leave…"
"I understand what you did this afternoon, you voyeur. I understand that you ended up being screwed by my boyfriend! I understand that you're nothing but a fucking whore!"
"Oh, God, honey, you mustn't hate me, please don't hate me… I… I need help, not hate… I couldn't control myself… I…"
"Are you ready, Bob?" Lani interrupted coldly.
"Yeah, yeah sure, Lani."
"Then let's get out of here," the young girl said harshly. She turned to her trembling mother, huddled below her on the ground still salaciously naked and sweating from her orgiastic release. "As for you, Mother… get dressed! You look disgusting like that! Get dressed and get in your car and leave… go back to San Francisco, go anywhere the hell you like. Because I don't ever want to see you again! You're no mother of mine! You're not fit to be one!"
Lani turned on her heel quickly, grabbed Bob by the arm, and began to walk quickly back toward the Village with him. She walked without looking back, but Bob didn't. He risked one quick look, saw the woman he had just mercilessly subjugated still lewdly splayed out on her bed of leaves, her face a collage of fear, shame, and self-debasement, and he grinned, turning back to his young girlfriend with a sadistic pleasure in the hurricane he had caused.
The hapless, trembling, utterly mortified young mother buried her face in her hands, rocking with uncontrollable sobs, knowing that her daughter had left… perhaps for good. She moaned involuntarily, the desecration of her life total, and now, with the heat of her body no longer betraying her, she was torn by the torment of her despair. She looked down at her ravaged form, thinking that she was beyond all hope, all salvation, that she had even lost her daughter…