Tim opened his legs wide when he felt his mother's hands on his haughty rump. She soothed the round buns, then pushed them wide apart, his asshole was laid open to her curious gaze and velvet lips. Beth kissed the anxious hole then tickled across it with the tip of tongue. Tim's muscular rump tightened slightly, then she felt him relax. She jammed her tongue against the wadded anus until it suddenly seemed to reach out and pull her inside. His colon made a constricting ring of friction against the slow slide and pull of her thrilled tongue.
Beth started to heave spasmodically under Tim's face and her rump made small circles at his mouth. Tim starting using his tongue like a rasping file inside her ass until the undulations were a constant series of unfaltering movements. Her cunt was tightly squashed against his nose, sloshing, drooling, creaming hot milk onto his eating face.
"Mmmmmmm," Jane moaned inside her mother's trembling anus. She reached out blindly until her hand found one of Beth's pointing tits, it squeezed tight and felt the rigid nipple bubble with furious excitement and pressure.
Beth pulled away from the dripping backside of Tim long enough to gasp for fresh air before expressing her joy by pummeling down on his bright red prick. It smashed beautiful fullness into her gurgling throat and she twisted her head to grind on it with the friction of her neck.
Jane's twat flooded Tim's face until her passionate liquids coated his cheeks, mouth and chin. She shuddered with happy satisfaction as she felt the climax cleansing through her torso, as her nipples screamed for joy atop her rollicking, pitching breasts, as her long, limber legs lifted up to come down around the delightful head to hug it into her crotch.
Beth's head was like a bouncing ball atop Tim's thrilled dick. Her spewing box rippled from end to end as the bliss of the climax caused her asshole to chop at the fucking of Jane's blurring tongue. Jane lapped from asshole to clitoris to drink away the slick drips of happy juice. With little kisses she removed the glistening beads of the spraying mucus.
Both women heaved with the enjoyment of orgasms as the chain finally broke apart. Tim's long shaft was left untended as they wrapped their arms about each other and hugged tight, breasts mushing against breasts, hips writhing against hips, mouths kissing at each other with the fierceness of starvation.
Then they crawled to Tim and he had two sets of wet lips sliding against his meat, double tongues writhing like drunken snakes up and down. He drew a deep breath, his cock was overcome with the hot swipes and nipping lips, then the suction, a mouth on each side of his glans, each sucking in a different direction… drawing his flared head into an even wider stance…
"Ohhhhh," Tim sighed as he felt the coming pressure deep in his guts.
The women took their cue, Beth licked at his testicles until they were rolling furiously in their sac, Jane worked her mouth to wring the head of the prick as though it was a washrag.
"God, yessss…" Tim groaned. "I'm going to do it again."
They shared his prick-head with their lips until the white eruption graced their mouths. Tongues reached down to scoop neatly at the spraying mushroom-head, to draw the valuable silver liquid away and inside their drinking throats. Tim's heart pounded and his face broke into a wide, happy grin.
Beth and Jane heard the laughing but didn't look up until they finished licking his crotch totally clean. Then with wondering eyes their heads lifted.
"He's gone," Tim announced. "He left without saying a word, probably halfway to the city by now."
"Thank God," Beth sobbed. "Oh, thank God."
Jane's eyes blinked as she faced the fact that she would never see Jerry again. She looked at Tim's receding cock and decided the departure of Geraldo was not going to be hard to take.
Tim got up and went to the window. "Hey! My car's still there! Maybe they didn't leave."
"What?" Beth fearfully asked.
Tim trotted into the front room and finally completely outside. Beth and Jane watched his nude body as he stared at the hood of the car and laughed hilariously. When he came back inside they both asked, "What is it? What's so funny?"
"They had trouble even before they got ten feet. They wrote in the dust on the hood Won't start! Key in lake.'"
"They must have walked!" Jane cried.
Tim nodded. "I have another set of keys in the car. Do you think I should go for the police!"
Beth's face was serious for a moment of thought. Then she gave each child a long look. "Are any of us hurt?" she asked.
"No, not me," Jane answered.
"Me either," said Tim.
"Do either of you want to report them?"
"No," said Beth. "I'm just glad they're gone and we're safe."
"I don't care either," said Tim. He had his own plans, plans which would bear fruit with patience. "What about you, mom!"
"I'm just glad we're together, that's all."
Then she added, "Very together."
"But what about dad?" Jane asked, "He'll insist we call the police."
Beth laid back down on the bed and reached for her loving children to join her. "Yes, he will… if we tell him."
"You mean not tell him?" Jane asked with surprise as she snuggled into Beth's arm, "It would only upset him."
"He'd never understand, would he?" Tim asked, "I mean about us in bed like this… doing the things we do…"
"No, he wouldn't," Beth said. For the first time in quite a while her thoughts turned to Martin. Martin, her husband, back home with his giant-titted little slut. Probably in bed with her right now… if he only knew who she had been in bed with during his important business trip.
Tim squeezed himself between Beth and Jane, the soft tightness of their fresh skin rubbed against his, their arms circled his neck lovingly. "Then it's settled. We tell no one, not even dad when he gets back."
That afternoon Beth and her children were very busy cleaning the cabin, repairing the drapes, making sure all traces of Jerry and Abe were gone. Tim even washed the dust off his car to remove the desperate message.
As Martin Hale drove along the highway and watched for the turn toward the lake he passed a large man, walking slowly, his head drooped down. He kept going even though the character threw out his thumb to ask for a ride; Martin never picked up hitchhikers, He took little note of the fact that the highway patrol car following him pulled over to check the man out. His mind was on something else.
When Sherry got drunk she didn't miss a trick. That's why Martin had gotten her good and loaded the night before, she was like putty, anything he wanted he got. Only one drawback, when she's drunk she never shuts up. Martin figured it would be worth it. Then she started the 'marriage' talk, the little hints about him divorcing Beth and making their relationship one blessed by the church and sanctioned by the state.
Bullshit to that, was Martin's reaction. He may not have been totally thrilled with his marriage but he knew a good thing when he had it. No way… he made the mistake of saying, "No, I can't bear to tell my wife."
"Oh, Beth?" Sherry giddily replied. "She knows."
"What?"
She burped and rolled seductively over on the bed. "She knows about us… she's known for quite a while now."
"What the hell do you mean? How do you know that?" Martin stammered.
"I know because I told her," Sherry giggled.
"You what?"
Her fingers came to her lips as she sputtered "I phoned her up and told her. I was tired of deceiving her."