It didn't take long. She was so horny by then, she had only to jerk her famished pussy a few times around his impaling fingers, and then she was writhing and shrieking in ecstatic climax. When she opened her eyes again, Rick was leaning over her, grinning proudly. Betty blushed, deeply ashamed of herself. She rolled away from him and got quickly to her feet.
"We've really got to get back now, Rick," she said. "Daddy and Cindy will be worried."
But in fact, as Betty and Rick returned to camp, Herb and Cindy were just approaching from the opposite direction, flushed and smiling and slightly dishevelled, as if they'd had a long and pleasant hike. Betty avoided her husband's eyes. Oh, God, what if Herb found out what she'd been doing? She could never live down the shame of it! But she felt so good, so fulfilled, that soon she was humming and smiling to herself as she began to prepare supper. It had been years since she'd experienced such a satisfying climax.
That evening every member of the Smith family seemed relaxed and in excellent humor. They sat quietly around the campfire, each one lost in his own happy daydreams. Herb was thinking how great it had felt when Cindy had innocently sucked him off. Betty was remembering the marvelous orgasm she'd had when Rick innocently probed her with his fingers. Cindy could hardly keep from wriggling with excitement as she thought of how close she'd come to actually fucking; she was dying to know what it was like, and tomorrow she'd pester Daddy until he promised to show her. Rick was getting horny again as he imagined how it would be to lie on his mother's cushiony body and sink his prick into that deliciously hot slick tunnel of hers. He knew how to get her aroused now, and maybe if he was very careful and very clever and very lucky… Well, he'd give it a try tomorrow.
"You know something?" Herb said. "This camping trip wasn't such bad idea after all."
His wife and son and daughter all smiled to themselves.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, for the first time during the camping trip, the Smith children were up before their parents. They were bright and eager, and they even went so far as to cook the breakfast. Rick was thinking happily of the day ahead and how he would contrive to get his mother alone. Cindy was thinking approximately the same thing with regard to her father. The previously dull camping trip had suddenly become a source of delight and excitement to the children.
They were doomed to disappointment.
Their parents had done some thinking in the past few hours, too, but instead of looking forward to further adventures, Betty and Herb were disgusted with themselves and had privately vowed not to let this dangerous new trend continue. Their brief spell of madness, they felt, had passed, and they would be decent parents from now on, encouraging no more unnatural relations with the kids.
Unaware of this private soul-searching, both Rick and Cindy continued bubbly and gay during breakfast, casting significant glances at the preferred parent. The excited boy and girl even volunteered to wash the dishes. Then, when Herb wandered down to the river to inspect the fishing prospects, Cindy excused herself and tagged after him.
Herb heard her coming, and his heart sank. He'd made up his mind to avoid her, and he just didn't need to be exposed to temptation this early in the morning. And Cindy was the living image of temptation, pert and nubile in her skimpy shorts and halter, her little braless breasts bouncing and wiggling enticingly as she ran to catch up with him.
"Hi, Daddy!" she cooed, linking her arm with his.
"Hullo, honey," Herb replied dismally. "It's such a beautiful day, I kinda thought I'd spend it fishing. I'm going way up the river, won't be back till supper time."
"Great," chirped Cindy. "I'll come with you!"
Their eyes met, and Herb saw no innocence at all in his daughter's expression. Her blue eyes gleamed with undisguised sexual heat. He found it disturbing and frightening. Perhaps, after all, he had given her too liberal a sex education, the girl seemed to have no modesty, no scruples.
"Cindy," he said gently, "I'm sorry, but I need to be alone. I've got a lot of thinking to do."
Her pretty face fell and assumed a petulant, pouting expression, "Oh, Daddy, not all day! I'd be BORED!" She wiggled against him, rubbing her pussy against his fly. "I want to do what we did yesterday!" she said mischievously. "That was really fun!"
Herb saw that there was no point in beating around the bush or trying gentle persuasion. His daughter was willful and spoiled, far too used to having her own way. "No, Cindy," he replied firmly, "we must never do that again. I lost my head yesterday, and I regret it, but it's over. You must understand that it's wrong, very wrong, for a to girl to have any sort of sex with her father."
Cindy jerked angrily away from him, her little face burning with anger and frustration. "That's what you said yesterday," she snapped, "and I still think it's ridiculous! It won't hurt anybody, so how can it be wrong? You're just being silly and old-fashioned, Daddy! Please, can't we do it?"
"No, Cindy," Herb said, "and that's my final word. Don't mention the subject again."
"Ohhhhh!" Cindy yelled furiously, stamping her foot. Then she turned and ran back toward camp, too angry to speak with him any longer.
Herb sighed. He hated to deny his little girl anything but there had to be limits. Now he decided to follow his own advice and spend the whole day fishing, far up the river away from his family, especially away from the temptation of Cindy. It was damned hard for a man in his constant state of sexual need to turn down an offer like the one she'd made him. Oh, God, was it hard! He sure could have used a day in the sack with a beautiful young girl. If only it had been anyone but Cindy, anyone but his daughter…
As soon as Herb and Cindy left the camp, Rick went into the tent to find his mother. He hummed happily to himself as he thought of the wonderful day ahead of him. He found Betty getting dressed, just then leaning over to let her heavy breasts drop into her bra. Grinning, Rick crept up behind her, reached around, and cupped the big warm globes of flesh. Betty gasped.
"Hi, Mom," he chuckled, squeezing her plump tits and rubbing his crotch suggestively against her buttocks. "I thought maybe we could take a hike up to the falls, where we can be alone, if you dig what I mean."
Betty seized his hands and put them away from her, then faced him, blushing but determined. "Rick," she said, "there'll be no more of that! It was a terrible thing we did yesterday, but I won't let it happen again. You're not to touch me or even to mention what happened."
Rick gawked at her. He'd been so sure of success, after the way she'd behaved yesterday. "But, Mom," he yelped, "Why? What makes it so terrible? I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact, it was lot of fun."
Betty blushed even deeper. In their attempts to be liberal, modern parents, she and Herb had obviously erred dangerously. Rick seemed to have no notion of morality.
"I'm sorry, Rick," she said, "but I don't think you understand. It's wrong for a parent and child to make love to each other. It's called 'incest', and it's against the law."
"Who cares if it's against the law?" Rick exploded. "It doesn't hurt anybody! Come on, Mom, don't be silly!"
"You can call it silly or call it whatever you like," Betty said, "but that's my decision, Rick, and it's final."
"But, Mom!" cried the outraged boy. "That's STUPID! It's the stupidest thing I ever heard of!"
Betty was looking out the flap of the tent. "Ssssh!" she said. "Here comes Cindy! Now, I don't want to hear anything more about it, Rick, do you understand?"
Rick shot her a furious glance and stamped out of the tent. Betty almost burst into tears. She wanted more than anything in the world to repeat yesterday's delicious games. She was starved for decent sex. But even so, she wouldn't stoop so low as to satisfy herself with her own teenage son.