Clyde was sucking his breath fervently, his eyes shimmering with the lust-provoking lewdness of the coupling. His penis jerked painfully in his trunks, his balls burgeoning with a huge build-up of cum, the cum he'd saved up from last night's abortive attempt to fuck Wendy. Christ! Wendy loved cock! He'd never seen anything so utterly abandoned as that little girl's hungry responsiveness to being pummeled… and she'd acted the innocent last night, swearing she was a virgin! What shit that was! Well, he'd get her next time, he'd see to that; he'd fuck her and fuck her and then drop her prick-teasing body on her doorstep like the garbage she was… And as he dreamed of being the one shoving his cock into the hotly sucking little hole between her legs, he got more excited than ever, and unwittingly, drawn by the carnality, he pressed against Mrs. Franklin, his hardening cock sliding in the crevice between her buttocks as she leaned forward in front of him…
Marleen was unmindful that she was resting back against the swelling length of the boy's throbbing cock, causing it to grow larger and stiffer and seep tiny drops of seminal fluid. Her mind was clouded by the alcoholic miasma of shock and recollections of what delights a man's penis could bring, and though a warning voice sounded that she was slipping over the edge again as she had last night, she didn't hear it or pay any attention. She was beyond all rationality, her flesh a separate entity from her mind, and she couldn't command her lovely body to break free from her own bondage or the tightening, thrusting physical hold that the boy behind her was increasingly pressing upon her. She couldn't do anything except kneel there and peek through the brush and watch the flagrant defiling of everything she'd ever considered sacrosanct.
Clyde was moving his erect penis along the smooth, warm curve of her rounded ass-cheeks, his breathing harsher than ever and he knew that he was becoming aroused to the point where he'd fuck anything, even that fat pig Rosey, to relieve the burning pain in his loins. But in front of him was a very desirable woman – a little old for him perhaps, but like fine wine; this one had mellowed with age and not turned into vinegar like so many others had. She was there and she was allowing him to rub his cock up and down her buttocks, and she could be his to fuck… He knew it, and he wanted her, he wanted to fuck Mrs. Franklin while they watched her daughter getting fucked, and not only would that pop his nuts, but it would be just the right revenge to play on the girl. Crazed with increasing lust, spurred on by the lascivious sight they'd happened upon, he began to knead the mother's buttocks gently while he stroked her crevice with his shaft of hard flesh, and said: "Look at them, Mrs. Franklin. They're really fucking…"
"Don't talk that way!" Marleen groaned pitifully. "And… and take your hands off of me, Clyde. This instant!"
But Clyde wasn't about to release his hold, and he pressed his stiff member firmly into her quivering ass, bunching her dress up into the soft yielding crevice. Then, unable to control himself, he moved one hand forward and around underneath Wendy's mother, caressing one distended breast, making her squirm and moan and shake uncontrollably.
"Stop it, Clyde… Oh God, please stop it… You don't know what you're doing," she whispered back at him.
"Yes I do, and you do too, Mrs. Franklin."
Marleen's liquor-crazed, shock-torn mind comprehended then, and she tried to stop what was going on, but it was futile. She couldn't move, her position a concrete statue, and his hand on her breast was somehow too pleasant to fight. And then she became aware for the first time that the boy's penis was hard and was teasing along the crevice of her buttocks, moving with the same rhythm as Preston's was in and out of her daughter's open vagina!
Clyde! He was excited by this! My God how could he be!
She was seared by the terrible carnage of her daughter that was happening before her burning eyes, and she was confused and torn with conflict… and now her daughter's boyfriend was kneading her buttocks and breasts while his penis pressed against her! She had to fight this! She had to fight with all of her strength, but in such a way that her daughter would never know that she was here; Good Lord, she must! But the soft fingers gently teasing her breast and the erect shaft caressing her unresisting cleft was too much for her to bear, and all she could do was whimper as lascivious crudities were continued upon her flesh, murmuring over and over: "No… No… No…"
And slowly, intensified by the brandy and frozen by the horrid orgy she was witnessing, the hapless young mother began to feel strange stirrings of new and lewd emotions, becoming a mindless cretin hypnotically staring at the perverted intercourse between Wendy and Preston. She couldn't allow herself to admit that she was being aroused, that the revolting ugliness which was straining her soul was being replaced by a tighter, freer sensation coming from deep within her thighs. The insides of her mouth were dry, but she felt a growing wetness around her vagina, and she clamped her legs together to shut the unwanted ticklings off. But the lewdly fascinating sight of her daughter, acting so much the way she had with Howie when she hadn't been much older, overran her barriers and defenses, and she couldn't resist the tempting strokes of the boy behind her, which added fuel of passion to her already hot, drunken brain. Bared to the bone and marrow of her needs and drives, Marleen Franklin allowed herself to become what she'd so long denied herself to be: a woman.
A woman!
And the woman, viewing two other humans mating, responded as the basic, natural female human would: heatedly, passionately, sensuously… She couldn't fight it, couldn't put the lid back on after the pressure of the situation had blown it off. It was too late, and due to the many years of satisfied sexual life with her late husband, her body was like a Phoenix bird, rising from the ashes of her past, rather than like her daughter, from the new-birth of discovery. And though repulsed by the conscious knowledge that it was Wendy out there on the sand being fucked, at the same time she was drawn strongly by that fact, subconsciously watching herself as a young girl relishing sex. She felt each powerful thrust of Preston's cock as if his long shaft was buried deep in her own cunt, and that only excited her more… Her nipples were hard nubs of passion, and lances of prurient desire soared ever stronger through her body; she had gone without sex too long, and now she was fevered with the uncontrollable urge to mate, a raging inferno consuming her vagina and hips, and involuntarily, she thrust her buttocks back against Clyde's prick, drawing it closer and tighter into the valley between her smooth rounded ass cheeks, moving her chest so that her breasts rubbed harder against his probing fingers. Breath spewed in and out in gasps, her nostrils flared, her glazed eyes locked on the wildly fucking couple a few yards away.
The boy bent Marleen forward slightly with the pressure of his body, his hands working on her swollen breasts and buttocks, and then he took his hand away from her backside and lifted the hem of her damp dress upwards, until her bare thighs were white and shiningly presented to his lusting gaze. He bunched her dress around her waist and then his nimble fingers slowly caressed the soft silkiness of her sheer panties, tracing around their secretion band and the deep cleft of her vaginal lips.
Marleen moaned softly so as not to be heard by the lewdly fucking couple on the beach.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered lewdly in her ear. "It feels good… but it's going to get better!"
The mother tried to pull away, but a ravishing shock rippled along her belly as Clyde Brooks slipped his hand under her thin panties and inserted his middle finger into the narrow, sensitive slit of her wetly throbbing pussy, slowly parting her curly pubic hair and making electric contact with her clitoris. She sobbed, choking, but there was nothing Marleen could do against the mounting pleasure suffocating all thoughts of resistance, and to her horror, she discovered that she was reacting with wetness flowing around his hand and an unintentional flexing of her loins in a mockery of the act of love. Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in protest, but couldn't fight back when the boy bent forward a little more and slid her panties down her full, ripe buttocks and voluptuous thighs, or when he raised first one leg and then the other to remove them altogether and throw them aside, stained and dirty.