When Julie fell from him, gasping hard, he sucked in air.
His mother still straddled him, his cock still caught between the hairy lips of her spasming cunt. Barbara's head was thrown back, her eyes clenched as she grunted in the first orgasm produced in a long time by something other than her finger. The climax was long and drawn out, and Barbara felt as though she were torn apart by the violence of it, but it was so good, so delicious, so ecstatic. Her-body shuddered time and again, jerking as if her nerves had suddenly gone wild. Her blood flowed like a rampaging river, a river that suddenly exploded from a ruptured dam. She was a torrent of pleasure, squealing and yelping in ecstasy, clawing her breasts and pulling hard on the nipples. Her pussy was clamped tightly about Kenney's cock, her ass-hard against his balls, and she came and came and came.
Chapter 11
Sunday afternoon and night had been a wild one in the Kramer household.
Dinner had been forgotten completely. No one complained of hunger, but there had been much water and soft drinks consumed by all three. It seemed as though the sexual bouts dried them out, and they couldn't get enough liquids into their bodies.
Barbara was the happiest woman ever. After all the disappointments she had gone through with various men, she found her son to be a fantastic lover. He brought her off again and again with his hands and mouth, and once more by fucking her before he found himself with a limp cock that refused to swell. When that happened, he used his mouth and hands on Julie and Barbara, amazed that they could apparently keep up a continuous flow of orgasms without much effort.
On Monday, Julie found herself alone.
She woke up in mid-morning, feeling very refreshed and relaxed. She was a bit sore between her thighs, she discovered by gentle explorations, but it was good soreness. Her breasts looked a bit raw from all the sucking they had received, but even that was good. Probing delicately between the cheeks of her ass, she felt as if every finger in the world had been stuck into her asshole the night before.
Julie felt good, felt absolutely fabulous.
She showered and prepared herself a huge breakfast, then sat and drank cups of coffee laced with sugar, smoking quietly as she reviewed her short time at home. She-giggled softly, thinking it was going to be her best summer yet. If last night was any promise, she was in for one wild time.
During the day, she was surprised to find herself without the need to seek sexual contacts. She sang and danced about-the house, cleaning it spotlessly. She couldn't have been happier.
As she went about the task of cleaning, she thought of her trip home, of the skinny service station attendant who got his kicks by peeking at women in the restroom, grinning as she thought how she had given him one of his best thrills. It would have been interesting, though, to look on the wall of the tiny office, to see his semen splattered there.
She thought of the man in the cafe, the one who traded grass for pussy, then photographed his young girls as a means of insurance against their talking. She giggled at the thought of her own picture pasted next to the others, knowing she was by far the most beautiful and sexiest of all. Not the youngest, that was for sure, but the most beautiful, the most wanton.
And the man on the beach.
Julie laughed out loud. And she thought she had been such an experienced girl! Well, he had certainly taught her a few things, and she had brought her knowledge home and taught it to Mark, Kenney, and her mother. She laughed again as she saw, in her mind's eye, the flabby woman who had called her that old-fashioned name-Floozy. God, the woman was gross! How odd, she thought, that a man of his looks was married to such a woman, and such a sissy! Why, he was dominated by the enormous old bitch.
She thought of all the men she knew in that small town away from the college campus, the men she had spent a few hours with, or a night.
But mostly, Julie thought of Kenney and Barbara. She was not at all surprised by her mother's passion, by her quick acceptance of the incestuous relationship Julie had introduced. She felt it odd that she had not noticed this side of her mother before. But then, Julie had not known of her own passion until it had erupted.
You just never know about people, she told herself. All it takes is one little push, one little hint. How many people were walking around, their thoughts locked up inside their heads, unwilling, or unable, to talk about their most secret desires? Julie didn't know, but she did know about her own family, and that was all that mattered. She was happy, and she knew her mother and brother were happy with the situation, too.
Kenney and Barbara came home almost at the same time, she knew. So, that afternoon, Julie prepared a fabulous meal for them. Then, as the food cooked, she took a second shower and dressed. She located a short skirt that she had outgrown a few years before, and when she slipped it on, found that while standing straight, half her ass and pussy hair was exposed.
She was greeted with delight by both Kenney and Barbara when she met them at the door, wearing the skirt and nothing else.
"Well," Barbara grinned, "it looks as if you and I have our own topless waitress, Kenney."
"Yeah," he shot a peek under the short skirt, bottomless, too."
Julie served them, finding hands feeling up her dress as she did so. Then she sat and ate with them, her perky breasts naked above her plate. Julie was aware of the effect she had on them, and while they ate, events were discussed.
Everyone agreed they should keep their activities secret, and they also agreed it would be impossible to stop now. Barbara questioned her ability to control Kenney again, but he assured his mother he was very much aware of his young age and admitted wisely that he needed direction and discipline during growing years. He promised he would never become a problem for Barbara. The question of girls was raised, and Barbara reluctantly agreed that she could not hold him for herself forever, that he would seek out other girls and eventually marry.
"But I won't forget about you, Mom," he promised. "Sure, I'll have dates and things like that, get married someday, but hell, that don't mean I can't fuck you now and then, does it?"
She petted his cheek fondly. "Of course it doesn't, darling," she replied. "Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky to marry a girl as sexy as we are, one who will jump right in with us."
"Yeah," he laughed. "That's the kind of girl I want!"
"What about me?" Julie laughed with merriment. "Don't I get screwed, too?"
"Certainly," Kenney said in childish indignation. "You're my-sister, aren't you?"
"Suppose I get married?"
"Bring the bastard along," Kenney said, throwing out his chest. "I can share my pussy. I'm not stingy."
Barbara laughed, amused at them. "I can see this is going to be one fucking family! Good Lord… I just hope things don't become too fucking crowded around here. We'd have to buy a bigger house, which means someone is either going to earn a lot of money, or marry into it."
They had finished eating, and decided dishes could wait until later, or even, as Julie said: "I'll do them tomorrow morning while you two are gone. I have to do something besides sit on my ass and diddle my cunt."
"I can stay home from school," Kenney said.
"You will like hell, you little motherfucker," Barbara said sternly, but smiled to take the sting from her words. "You're the one who promised not to make trouble for me. You do and I'll cut off your fucking, hear?"
"I hear," he said, grinning to show he was joking. "There's only this week left anyway. Then I have two weeks before summer school. That lasts only five weeks, which means the rest of the summer I'll be home. Boy, if Julie-comes home each summer from college, I'm going to work my ass off to keep good grades so I won't have to go to summer school."