Her heart almost stopped. Suppose it was John or one of the kids? They never came home at this time of the day, but [missing text].
She peered, holding her breath, through the door lens. It was a guy selling something. He was cute, really, she thought with lust still stirring hotly in her loins. She slipped her robe on over her bra and panties and opened the door.
And then it began. Her cunt seeping hotly, her loins hammering with desire, on the verge of orgasm from her masturbating, and she caught herself staring at his crotch, at the big bulge in his tight pants, wondering, feverishly wondering…
The boy was gaping at her milky cleavage, his prick obviously rising in his pants as she talked to him in the kitchen, taking an order for a magazine, any magazine. Such a handsome boy, such a hung boy, so excited like she was. She'd never seen him before and surely she'd never see him again. Who would know? Just once and never, never again, she told herself fervently, her tits panting nervously and her fingers trembling, itching to unzip his fly and unleash his coiled hot cock.
She licked her lips and her heart fluttered in her chest as she actually put her hand on his bulge, feeling it leap and quiver at her lustful touch. Just a quick blowjob, she urged herself, hot young come spurting down her throat, because she was so maddeningly hot and aroused.
In the bathtub now, Donna shuddered softly as she re-lived the fast, frenzied encounter, the violent suck and fuck. She hadn't even seduced him, she realized with a shock, she'd raped the boy. What if he was boasting about her to his pals now? And what if the word got around town, spread like wildfire in this gossip hungry hick town? And John and Dan and Jenny found out?
"No!" she cried aloud. It would be all right. She'd pack the stuff up again and send it back today, and today's obscene quickie would soon be forgotten.
But the desire to meet Mrs. Georgia Langley was strong. They shared a secret in common now, and Donna had to know what she was like, ugly or beautiful, sexy or plain. Did she suck and fuck innocent boys too, or girls, raping them with the gigantic humming cock until they fainted with joy?
Donna got out of the bath and toweled herself down, lingering on her tits and thighs, already throbbing with new heat. Something was wrong, she knew. Some tiny spark of uncontrollable lust had been fired into a roaring blaze when she'd opened that damn box. She'd wait just one more day before returning it, just one day. So she could try on all the clothes and secretly admire her own lush sexiness, and maybe just once, tease and fuck herself with the monstrous cock.
She found herself pulled, as if by some magnetic current of lust, into her son's bedroom. She searched his drawers, looking for something, anything.. She found a jockstrap in his closet, its odor pungent from his sweating cock and balls.
Then Donna searched her daughter's bedroom until she found her laundry, selecting a pair of frilly blue panties. She raised them to her face, trembling from head to toe as the fragrance of Jenny's virgin cunt filled her nostrils.
Her own cunt now pulsed and ached feverishly as she brought her son's jockstrap and her daughter's panties into her bedroom. She'd fuck herself just once with the humming prick, while she dreamed of furious, obscene sex with Dan and Jenny, sucking his enormous prick and then Jenny's delicious hot pussy, kissing her cherry in a frenzy of hunger.
Even then the wildly aroused brunette knew this would be no more than a ritual of torment and teasing. Only the real thing could satisfy her fierce urges.
She lay back on the bed with her throbbing pussy oozing juice, the gigantic dildo poised over it, her hot mouth eagerly kissing and licking Jenny's fragrant panties.
She really never should have opened that Goddamned box. Pandora's Box would be child's play compared to the unleashed furies in that bizarre package. With it she'd opened the secret hot furies in her own mind, in everyone's mind, patiently waiting for the right moment, for the perfect timing to thunder out with violence.
Donna Moore's moment had come, in a quiet, peaceful town basking in the sunshine on a bright summer morning. It lay innocently sealed in a box on her doorstep.
And once unleashed, the obscene furies in that box would never leave her..
CHAPTER TWO
Like most mothers in this wild jet age, Donna Moore had a very unrealistic view of her son. At this moment he lay on the beach watching the Pacific roll in, his tanned muscles rippling with power. He knew a number of girls were watching him, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He was stoned on grass, on Columbian Gold that had cost him almost a hundred bucks an ounce. And his eyes never left his sister beside him.
They looked like twins in a sense, Jenny with her long shimmering golden hair and wide blue eyes, Dan with his shock of sun bleached hair and hot, eager blue eyes.
"How about it, Sis?" he urged. "It's a perfect spot for privacy, only a mile away. Perfect for skinny dipping. Come on, honey."
She laughed and stretched, her sleek curves plump and luscious against her skin tight bathing suit. She was too modest to wear a bikini, but it would be gilding the lily anyway. She was classic California, blonde, blue-eyed, a child of the sun and sea.
And more than anything in the world Dan desperately wanted to fuck his sister. He'd toyed with the idea for months now, working carefully up to this moment, leading her on with affectionate, playful hugs and brotherly kisses, but always with the hot undercurrent of explosive sex. She had to know, he thought furiously, no one could be that square. She was teasing him, Goddammit, the way she teased her dates.
There were three solid reasons Dan wanted to screw his sister, in spite of the fact he practically had his pick of girls in the clannish little town. The first was because Jenny was blossoming into a knockout, a sultry, high breasted, long legged, juicy assed, prick teasing knockout. In two years, more or less, she would be a fantastic piece, tall and filled with lush promise, easily the best looking chick in town.
The second reason was that he was certain Jenny was still a cherry. He didn't ask her, of course, but he sensed it. Jenny petted and necked, but she drew the line with a firm finger. And Dan wanted to be the first. Hell, he always wanted to be the first, in screwing, in football, in baseball, in school. He wanted his sister's hot cherry before some clumsy asshole guy got it from her in a moment of weakness or sudden lust. He wanted Jenny's pussy blood on his long cook so badly he lay awake at night, gritting his teeth when he thought about it.
For years he'd watched her grow up, a furtive sort of observation at first, seeing, her suddenly ripen from a gawky, skinny little blonde into a gorgeous hunk. She wasn't quite there yet, but the outcome was inevitable.
And the third and most compelling reason was that Jenny was his little sister. They'd played and wrestled and fought and cried together when they were brats, and he felt closer to her than anyone in the world. She was his, Goddammit, she belonged to him, lovely ripening tits, juicy ass, tight little cunt and all. She filled him with erotic dreams at night, gorging his huge young prick with savage lust, a relentless pounding ache in his loins that never really left him for the past six months.
Jenny flashed him her familiar teasing, fuck you smile, the sultry, knowing grin that was calculated to drive boys up the wall.
"Brothers and sisters don't skinny dip, Danny. What would Mom say?"
"She won't know," he said quickly. "Come on, baby, we'll smoke a little grass, swim a little, drink up our own private sun. Get with it, Sis."
She watched him through narrowed eyes. "Danny," she said softly, "cut it out once and for all. I know what you want. The answer is hell no. You're my brother, remember?"