It's Becky's own fault for sitting that way, Eunice told herself. So let her handle it. He's her son. Besides, I don't think she believed me when I told her how he's been after me. Well, she's about to find out for herself!
Eunice had to bite her tongue to keep from warning Becky when Reed lifted his hand hesitantly toward her groin. It disappeared between Becky's legs. Eunice's view didn't include her grown daughter's private parts, but she knew that Reed's inquisitive fingers were drawing dangerously near and she held her breath, waiting for Becky's alarmed outcry.
It never came. Becky jerked reflexively, but just barely, when she felt herself being touched. Her movement was so slight it hardly rattled the newspaper she was holding. She lifted the paper slowly, one inch, two, three, until she could see the small, boyish hand poised a fraction of an inch from her clefted mound. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her full, red lips.
Becky had never thought of her son in a sexual way until the other day when her mother had confessed what they'd been up to while she was at work. But being the epitome of The Sensuous Woman, she'd thought about him in that light quite a bit since then. Though she'd tried to hide it, it'd given her a lascivious thrill when he'd seen her nude in the kitchen, especially when she'd detected the small but unmistakable bulge in his trousers. She hadn't deliberately displayed herself to him, but it amused rather than angered her to catch him sneaking a peek and copping a feel. Instead of scolding him, she pretended to go on reading the paper. She wanted to see just how far the horny little fart would try to go with her.
Perhaps I was mistaken, Eunice thought as she peered out from behind the women's section which she'd relifted to conceal her anxiously observing gaze. I must've been. If he'd touched her yet, she wouldn't be sitting there so calmly, would she?
The widow's puzzlement was genuine. It lasted only briefly, however, for Reed's hand didn't reappear and before long she noticed that his elbow was moving.
He's got to be feeling her up! Eunice thought with alarm. Surely Becky knows he's there by now! Can't she feel what he's doing to her?!
Eunice didn't want to believe the mental image that flashed before her. She could visualize clearly Reed's pudgy little fingers obscenely probing the pussy that'd given him birth, and it made her head swim to picture the indecent act which she suspected was taking place at that very moment. But she couldn't be sure it was actually happening so she kept her mouth shut and waited – and that was her mistake.
"Gotcha!" Becky squealed a moment later, as she flung the paper away and grabbed Reed's hand, trapping it a split second after he'd become bold enough to penetrate her with his fingers.
"What in the world?!" Eunice gasped, feigning surprise as she dropped her section of the newspaper to the floor and jumped up.
But instead of laying into the misbehaving boy as Eunice expected her to do, Becky dragged him up to his knees and, laughing, she tousled his hair. "Just what do you think you're doing, you little fart?"
The boy grinned. He could tell she wasn't angry. "Playin' with your pussy," he admitted. "And I sure do like it, too!"
"Do you now?" Becky chuckled. "Well, I guess that's the natural boy in you starting to come out. But tell me, did you really think your old lady was such a dead-ass that you could cop a feel without her even knowing it?"
He nodded his head then shook it no. "I don't know. It's so pretty, Mother, I just had to touch it!"
"Mmm-hmm. Well, you've touched it, all right, and you've made it cry, too. So what now Lancelot?"
"I wanna kiss it and lick it and suck on it! Can I, Mother? Please let me!"
"Jesus, you really are a horny little devil! Okay, but you gotta pay me."
"How much?"
"A big hug. Gimme!"
"My, stars, Becky, you can't be serious!" Eunice waited as Reed jumped up and they hugged one another.
"Don't look so shocked, Mom. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to anybody. You were right; Reed is irresistible."
"But he's your son!" Eunice protested.
"Yeah, and ain't he a handsome rascal. Gonna be a lady-killer for sure. Aw, come on, Mom, what can it hurt to let him kiss the cunt he came out of? He screwed the one I came out of, didn't he?"
"For God's sake, Becky, don't talk that way!"
The lad dropped to his knees and began tugging at his mother's legs. "Scoot out to the edge!"
"I'm afraid we're cut from the same die, Mom. I can't resist him, either," Becky said and, giving her mother a knowing wink, she untied the sash of her robe, slipped out of the garment and slid down until her voluptuously rounded rump rested on the very edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide apart, making her entire crotch vulnerable to her young son, and lazed back with a sensual smile playing over her beautiful face. "There it is, baby. Do your stuff. Show Mother what Nanna taught you."
Reed stuck out his tongue and slithered it up through the dew-moistened lips of her pouting pink pussy.
"Ooooh!" Becky breathed.
He found her protuberant clitoris in the upside down V at the top of her clefted mound and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaaah!" she sighed, shivering with pleasure as she stroked his head. He slipped his arms under her shapely thighs and grasped the firm/soft globes of her squirming behind. Then he glued his lips to her elliptical opening and started sucking and tonguing the blonde-haired hole which had passed him into the world.
"Oh, damn!" Becky squealed. She locked her slender, rednailed fingers around the back of his head and began rotating her rear end. "That's it, Reed! Mmm, yesss, baby, go at it! Ooouuu… what a muff-diver! With a tongue like that, you'll just drive the girls crazy when you get older!"
Eunice knew she should make them stop, but she could hardly get her breath, much less find her voice. The sordid scene of oral incest should have disgusted her, only it affected her in precisely the opposite way. She knew exactly how Becky was feeling, and her own cunt tingled empathically. An illicit vicarious thrill rippled up her spine. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions spun faster and faster in her reeling head, making her weak and dizzy.
"Eat her pretty pussy! Suck her good, you sweet thing!" Eunice heard someone saying, and she melted when she realized the words were coming from her own mouth.
Suddenly she relaxed. There was no use fighting it. She didn't even want to. Like Becky said, What can it hurt? Reed had done the same thing to her, and she'd loved it. She found herself wishing the horny boy was going down on her again right now. It sounded delicious: the wet sucking noises; Becky's throaty sighs of carnal delight.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Getting hot, Mom? You want some, too?" Becky asked.
Eunice nodded. "I can't help it!"
"Of course you can't. And why should you? Get with Buster! Let him smell your cunt and he'll be glad to lick it for you!"
"All right," Eunice husked. "I think I will!"
"That'a girl, Mom! Get undressed and get with it! Jesus, what a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon!"
Deftly Eunice reached behind her and unzipped the frock she'd worn to church. There was no use pretending she was something she wasn't.
A willfully wicked woman, that's what I am! she thought with a sense of relief. And it's much better than being nervous and frustrated all the time! To hell with sermons and shit like that! It may be sinful, but I need a screwing and I'm going to have it!