Becky's innocent face revealed nothing. But when her mother wasn't looking at her, the blonde raked her eyes over her mother's high, luscious tits recalling the sweet hot taste of the redhead's mounds the night before.
Jim shot smoldering glances at his sister, their Saturday night orgy still vivid in his mind. That business of her going to the movies with their father last night was pure bull, he knew. His father was getting Becky's hot pussy any time he wanted it, while Jim had to wait in line.
Glenn Marks kept up a cool, casual front while he ate. He could see the panic in his wife's lustrous eyes over the missing dildo and obscene picture. She'd find out what happened to them soon enough. One thing he'd made up his mind about – the blonde was a switch-hitter like his wife, and he was determined to get both of them in a wild session soon.
But first ripe-breasted, long-legged Sheila had to be severely punished for her bizarre secret. She didn't know about the whip and the manacles, just as he didn't know about the sexy, luscious blonde lover his wife had on the side.
"I want everyone to stay home tonight," he announced as he pushed his plate away. "Important family conference."
Sheila's face went chalk-white. Would he dare to expose her wanton sex life in front of their own children? Was that the reason for the meeting? She bit her lip, realizing she could only wait in nerve-racking suspense until tonight.
Becky's eyes smoldered with anticipation. A family party! Oh Lord, Mother, she thought passionately, am I gonna eat you tonight! And vice versa. Becky shivered with an eerie excitement at the prospect of torrid hot sex with her own gorgeous mother.
The long day passed with agonizing slowness for all of them.
At one point in his routine work day at the automobile agency, Glenn had a phone call from the redhead.
"Meet me after work," she urged him. "I've got to see you, Glenn. I don't know what you two did to me last night, but I'm horny. Come on, honey, I need it!"
"I can't tonight," he said irritably. "I'm tied up with my family."
"You really mean you're going to tie your family up," she laughed, a slightly crazy sound that stirred his uneasiness. "Come on, lover, Marge is so hot she's frantic. A quickie, okay? Wham, barn, thank you, Ma'm. Bring a friend if you like, as long as he's hung."
Christ, she was still raving, he thought with disgust. The turned-on college girl was getting to be a real problem, a serious one. Stall her.
"Tonight is out of the question, Marge. Maybe tomorrow night, okay?"
"Dammit, by tomorrow night I'll need the fire department to put out what's going on in my pussy! Don't you understand? I'm so hot I'm going crazy! At least let me borrow your sexy daughter for an hour or two."
"Go to a whorehouse," Glenn snapped, and slammed down the phone. Almost at once he regretted his burst of anger. He should have soothed her somehow. Hell, there was no telling what she might do, or who she'd do it with. Goddamned rich neurotic college bitches anyway, he cursed, pushing her out of his mind with an effort.
In their living room after dinner that night, the Marks family had gathered, silently waiting for Glenn to speak.
"Before we start this family meeting, I have to have a few words in private with your mother," Glenn told Becky and Jim. "You two will wait here until I call for you."
White-faced, the tall brunette followed her husband upstairs to their bedroom. She panted nervously as she faced him.
"You know about Carol, don't you," she whispered, averting her eyes. "I don't know why I did it, Glenn, honestly. I wanted excitement, something different, a new kick, new thrills. Do what you like with me," she shrugged, tears in her eyes. "But the children mustn't know, not ever."
"New kicks, hmmm?" Glenn mused dryly. "Take off your clothes, Sheila."
The trembling brunette obeyed, shame burning her face. Maybe he just wanted to have violent sex with her, to take out his rage. That was a healthy enough reaction. She stood naked before him, her proud velvety tits thrust out, her ample curves still strikingly sexy at thirty-five.
It was hard for Glenn Marks to look at his naked, sensuous wife after all these years and not feel a sharp tingle in his heavy cock. Until his own lusty daughter came along, Sheila had been the wildest, hottest piece of action he'd ever known, her silken hot cunt capable of remarkably passionate sucking and squirming.
"Lie down on the bed and stretch out your arms and legs," he ordered Sheila.
She swallowed hard, chills running up her spine. "Why?"
"Because I said so," he said sharply.
Slowly, fear tingling in her blood, the trembling brunette hurried to obey. Glenn had a slow but extremely vicious temper. If she had to be punished for her bizarre secret, she would rather it was his massive beautiful prick that did the punishment.
To Sheila's astonishment, Glenn opened his briefcase and took out a set of chains and a whip.
"Where in God's name did you get those?" she whispered.
"We all have our secrets," he said sarcastically. "As they say in the movies, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Hold still, dammit."
In two minutes, he had her chained helplessly on the bed. For the first time, terror raced through Sheila's naked flesh. He was going to whip her! Of all the cruel, sadistic things imaginable!
Glenn went to the top of the stairs and called for Jim and Becky to come up.
"For God's sake, Glenn," the horrified brunette cried, "you're not going to whip me in front of the children! That's-that's obscene! You wouldn't dare!"
Glenn laughed harshly. "Tonight, my dear wife, your eyes are going to be opened as never before. After this, you'll never keep another secret from me, especially not a sexy, switch-hitting blonde. From now on, this is a sharing family."
Their son and daughter filed into the bedroom. Jim's eyes widened on his mother's luscious naked body. Christ, his mother was a knockout! His eyes went from her huge panting tits down to her thick, silky cunt-hairs, and at once his long rod began to powerfully rise.
Becky's eyes gleamed with hunger on her mother's ripe flesh. The redhead was child's play compared to her own statuesque mother. Oh, Mom, Becky thought with lewd tingles, you can sit on my face anytime!
Sheila stared at Jim and Becky in horror. "Don't look at me, children, please. Your father's crazy with rage, he doesn't know what he's doing. Jim, leave the room!"
"Jim stays," her husband said crisply. "Get undressed, kids. This is the family meeting I called. Your mother is going to be punished, and you're going to help me, both of you."
The dazed brunette's horror turned to sheer shock. Why would he have them undressed to punish her? She wrenched at her manacles, wincing in pain.
"Children, leave, I beg you!" she sobbed. "Becky, Jim, don't listen to him!"
"Oh, grow up, Mother," Becky said impatiently. "For Christ's sake, what do you think has been going on in this family lately? Stop sounding like a Victorian play. We know about your blonde on the side and the dildo. Jim and I have made it, Daddy and I have made it, and now we're all going to make it with you."
Sheila's mouth dropped open, "What? What did you say?"
Naked, Becky sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her mother's hot ripe tits lovingly. "Ooooh, Mom, I can't wait to suck on these. Only I'm not a baby any more, dig? I'm going to suck off your beautiful pussy, Mom. And Jim's going to ram his long cock up there as far as it will go. And I don't know what Daddy is going to do, but I'll bet it won't be a picnic. So let's make the most of it."
The brunette gaped at her daughter in numb disbelief. This wild-eyed creature couldn't possibly be her own sweet daughter, not with those incredible obscenities rolling from her lips.