She slid her zipper down and slipped her dress from her body with immense grace. Her tits were bare, small and pert. Her waist was delicately slim, her hips and tight butt a dainty handful. She pushed down light-blue panties and exposed her dark bush and puffy, small-lipped cunt.
Roger's eyes went wide. He licked his lips and stared at her perfect body. They gazed into each other's eyes again for a long moment, and his prick shot up stiffly with astonishing speed.
Vera watched the two of them with a strange detachment. That was her son there. They'd been fucking like torrid lovers the past week, against all the taboos. But his cock had never sprouted for his mother the way he'd stiffened for Rainey just now. Vera knew it was something more than physical. There was silent, deep communication between them, and she was excluded from it.
Rainey came between his legs, still looking into his eyes. His prick pointed up towards her pussy and throbbed wildly, as if ignorant of the fact that it had just spewed twice into Vera's cunt.
Rainey put her hands behind Roger's head and pulled his face towards her pussy. He darted forward and kissed her cunt impulsively, hungrily. She sucked in her breath with a soft sound and tipped her head back.
She pushed him back. She lifted her trim legs one at a time and sat in his lap, facing him, her pussy sucking open and capturing the throbbing tip of his pulsing cock at the very mouth of her cunt.
"That's not how you're supposed to do it," Dancer grated, just as she was ready to sink onto his shaft. He took two quick steps and yanked her head back viciously by her hair, making her yelp this time.
"Hey, cut it out!" Roger shouted angrily.
Dancer stood over him, pushing Rainey to her knees in front of Roger with hands on her shoulders. "Look, Hanson, this is my bitch. You handle yours over there any way you want and let me handle mine. When I tell her to suck cock, I want to see that mouth open. When I tell her to fuck, she spreads those puffy little prick squeezers open with her fingers and makes her cunt wet. Then she gets fucked up her cunt, up her ass, maybe in her ear, if I feel like it. That way, me and Rainey get along just fine." He waggled her head by her hair. "Isn't that right, baby?"
"Yes," she said tremulously, her voice barely audible.
"That's my girl. Now, you show the new boss a goad time."
He pushed her head forward. Her mouth opened. Dancer guided her parted lips onto Roger's prick and stepped back, grinning wickedly.
Rainey's dainty fingers took the shaft and jacked it slowly. She played with Roger's balls. Her lips sucked up and down his prick. After a moment, she was able to block out Dancer from her mind. She sucked softly on Roger's prick until he moaned.
Vera watched the incredible spectacle. Roger glanced at her once, then tipped his head back and lifted his hips to the girl's mouth. The pink tongue slithered up and down his shaft, and her lips squeezed and relaxed and made his cock hard and throbbing. She sucked his prick as if it were the most wonderful prick in the world, as if he were the last man in the world.
Vera watched and felt a mixture of emotions. It was more than the degrading scene of a moment before. It was more than watching her son get his cock sucked. She'd watched Sally suck him and fuck him.
But that night, in some strange way, Roger had been loving her, not the girl he was fucking. It was different now. His attention was on Rainey this time, she could feel it. He was casting her aside.
She didn't know how to react. Yet she knew she'd been guilty of the same feelings on the way down, when she'd been thinking about Thorne. Maybe it was best, maybe, in time, they should stop being lovers.
"Ohhhhh, God," Roger moaned softly.
He went back on his elbows. The bed heaved gently. and his prick fucked up into Rainey's waiting mouth. Her lips sucked all the way to his pubes, and her throat bulged oddly. Roger gasped and gasped.
Dancer came forward and lifted Rainey's ass, smoothing his hands over the tight spheres. He took her free hand and guided it between her legs, then stepped back again.
Rainey left her hand there. She started finger-fucking herself while she sucked Roger's cock. She moaned and puffed breath through her nostrils and made her ass weave with heat, and her fingers made sucking sounds in her wet pussy.
Dancer grinned with satisfaction. He looked at Vera. "I told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about in front of us." He came towards her, moving in that way of his, his eyes on her tits, snaking down to where her hand still covered her pussy.
"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head, backing away from him. She made the bed heave and roll and Roger's hips fuck up and down.
Dancer went to the control panel by the side of the bed and pushed a button. There was a crackling from the TV over the bed. A color picture bloomed onto it, as big and real as life.
An open, pink-red, juice-slick pussy filled the screen. A thick cock spread the tissues and fucked into it, making it quiver. A moan of pleasure came from the speaker, and the pussy quivered around the flicking shaft. Every pube, every droplet of cunt juice, every wrinkle and fold of silkiness was visible.
Vera stared with shocked eyes. "My God," she cried softly. She felt an unwanted wave of lust tinge through her body and make her pussy spasm under her fingers.
Dancer cackled and sat beside her on the bed, watching her slim body. "Closed circuit movies, Mrs. Hanson," he said. "With waterbeds to better enjoy them on. And an advertising sign outside telling the passing tourist what a wild vacation be can have after all. It can't miss."
"Paul didn't think this up!" she cried at him after a moment of stunned silence. "Not my husband!"
It was all clear, now-the past year. This was why he didn't want her involved with the motel. This was the evil of it that had made him withdrawn and silent. This is what had given him his heart trouble.
Oh, Paul! She cried inwardly. I thought it was trouble between us!
She wanted to flee. She wanted to fall to her knees and beg Paul's forgiveness for the things she'd thought and felt about him, for what she'd been doing with Roger.
Her mind swam. She didn't see Dancer reach for her, but she felt his hand close about her tit and squeeze. She squeaked and flied to lunge away, but she got no purchase from the bed.
The tucking on the screen became electric in pitch with orgasm. She saw sperm trickle out around the fucking prick and gather in the kids and pockets of the quivering, sucking pussy.
Then she heard her son gasp with his approach. She saw Rainey's head bobbing up and down frantically, drawing his orgasm from him. She ssw Rainey's hand swirling through her slippery pussy meat and her tight buttcheeks quiver as she finished herself off at the same time.
The girl's throat worked as she swallowed Roger's load and took his bucking -prick deep. Juice glistened on her inner thigh and then became smeared on Roger's hip as she moved her hand there and hugged her face to his body.
They looked at each other after a moment, with a rapport thick enough to cut. Even Dancer was astounded by it.
"Goddamn," he said. "It looks like love. Can you beat that?" He squeezed Vera's tit again and grinned at her. "See, baby, it's all around you. It's what makes the world go around. Now, take your hand away from your wet pussy there, and let's us join the world."
"Roger, stop him!" she cried.
It was like a rerun of the night with Dalton. Roger paid no attention. He'd discovered the TV, and he was gawking at it, watching the big prick fuck between the flared cheeks of a girl's butt, right into her asshole. A tongue was licking her fluttering pussylips from underneath, drilling against the sprouting cut.
Then Rainey was climbing over him, pushing her small tits against his mouth and moaning as if she meant it. The girl's thighs opened, and she slid down Roger's body and took his thrusting prick into her open, wet aunt, and they began to flick, arms entwined, lips glued together in a passionate kiss.