She cupped one breast almost brutally, squeezing the supple flesh, pinching the tender nipple with wild, animal-like abandon. Her whole lust-incensed body was writhing about on the floor in a turbulence of self-induced passion.
"Oh, baby, reach back under your cunt and squeeze my balls… oh, God, yes!" Ward cried suddenly. "Your ass… so tight… so tight!"
"Ooohhh, yes, lover… so good, so good… I love your cock, love it, love it!"
Donna wanted to scream, to wail in unison with the two nakedly locked bodies in the adjacent room as she hung on the edge of her own release. She was near, so near that mysterious peak, delirious with her own sizzling passion. She removed her hand from her breast with conscious intent, and licking her left forefinger, reached around under her smoothly rounded buttocks to probe the tiny puckered ring of her own anus. She shut out the guilt, the knowledge that she was doing wrong. Her mind was caught up in her own depraved sexual hunger, and she didn't care about anything else. She wormed her finger slowly into the resisting nether ring, and nearly went out of her mind with the excitement of the entrance.
"Your cock… harder… ooohh, God, lover, hurt me! Fuck my ass-hole harder!"
"Can't hold back… uuugghh… I'm going to cummm!" Ward groaned in response.
Yes, oh, yes, Donna thought, me too, me too! Insanely she plunged her fingers into her wetly heated cunt, rubbing her clitoris with her thumb, the middle finger of her other hand impaled deep in the tight little opening of her anus, buried to the second knuckle. She too was going to cum!
"Ooohh, lover, yesss. Fill my ass-hole. Give me your hot cum. Fill meeeeeee!"
It almost seemed as if it was her voice crying out instead of her daughter Sheri's and Donna drove harder and faster, deeper and deeper, her body undulating under the pressure, gasping for imminent release.
"Aaagghh!" Sheri gasped, then her voice rose in pitch. "Oooohhh, ooohhh, noooowwwww! I'm cuummiinngg!"
Ward's deep-throated cry of pleasure vibrated through the wall as his sperm cascaded far up into Sheri's cock-split rectum. "Yessss… ooohh, yessssss!"
It was as if she were controlled by the wild passion in the other bedroom, and Donna felt her own body automatically react. She strained, flaying her legs wide in spasmodic jerks and the floor seemed to rumble beneath her. Lifting herself up in a convulsive arch, her fingers reaching for maximum depth in her moisture-drenched cunt and burning rectum, she gasped out her own climax. Its tremendous force, rebounding through her quivering belly, spilled out of her churning cunt around her deeply implanted fingers, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to where her other finger rotated deep up inside her rectum.
How long it lasted, she didn't know, but suddenly spent and exhausted, the young mother collapsed to the floor, her legs trembling from effort, her breathing ragged. She could still hear noises in the next room, though they were no longer wild sounds of passion, but now only soft sighs of contentment. She lay there for several minutes, waiting for strength to return so that she could make her way back to the bed, and when finally her heart stopped its wild pounding in her chest, she stood up and moved cautiously on shaky legs.
Stretching out on the bed, she felt the nightgown clinging stickily to her inner thighs, a lewd and obscene reminder of her self debasement. She sat up abruptly, pulling the garment off over her head, then slipped between the sheets naked, wanting to sleep, wanting desperately to escape the thoughts that were running wildly through her mind. There was no longer any doubt about her daughter's relationship with Ward Murdock, and it was far worse than she had dared to imagine. But what bothered her as much as her teenage daughter's lost innocence was the fact that her own lewdly inspired sexual experience had been so obviously pleasurable.
Trying desperately to block these images from her mind, Donna lay perfectly still and waited for sleep to overtake her body. As she waited, another, more persistent thought emerged.
Knowing now what Sheri had done, was it possible that her little boy, too, had experimented with sex? He had changed, his tall, muscular body now that of a man's, not a boy, and in spite of her efforts to resist, she couldn't help imagining him naked and sexually aroused. She shuddered with a mixture of revulsion and excitement, ashamed with herself for having such thoughts, but her dreams that night allowed her no escape.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stepping out of the shower and feeling better, Donna Howell hurriedly dried herself, being careful not to linger too long on sensitive places. It was late, almost noon, and she hadn't slept that late in the day since she could remember. She had concluded that her feeling tired was the result of too much sleep, having successfully put her restless dreams out of her mind.
Once dry, she walked quickly into the dressing room, put on brassiere and panties, then slipped into a comfortable shift. The cabin had been quiet since she awakened, and although she was not anxious to face Sheri or Ward, she was curious to know what was happening. The incident she had overheard in the middle of the night was far enough away now that she could look upon it with some degree of objectivity, and she knew that it was essential for her to become more of a mother than she had been in the past. Somehow she had to make her daughter realize that a relationship with Ward Murdock, a man old enough to be her father, was wrong. How she might succeed in doing this, Donna wasn't sure, but she did know something had to be done. Why it could even affect Kevin in some way, and that was totally unthinkable as far as she was concerned. It was too late to salvage Sheri's innocence, she had to keep him from discovering their shameful relationship.
She left the bedroom quietly, walking down the hallway without looking in the bedroom where Ward and Sheri had performed their indecent perversion the night before. The thought of the bizarre act made her spine tingle, though she wasn't able to interpret her reaction as repulsion or wicked excitement. She just knew that she didn't dare even think about it.
At the doorway of the living room, she hesitated, listening for voices or some sound that would indicate what her children were doing, but she heard nothing. It seemed that she was alone in the cabin, and she walked to the kitchen, seeking some sign of activity.
Breakfast dishes were placed in the sink, and the electric percolator light was on, indicating that some coffee was still in the pot. The scent was pleasant, and she went to the cabinet where cups were kept, taking one out. When she picked up the coffee pot to pour out the steaming liquid, she saw a note that had been left beside it. She finished pouring out a cup of coffee before she picked up the note to read it.
"Mom, didn't want to wake you, so hope you don't mind my taking your car. Have gone up to Badger to go skiing. Expect Sheri and Ward to join me. Will be back by five. Kevin."
She smiled to herself as she reread the note. An afternoon of skiing was certainly innocent activity, even if Ward Murdock was to be with them!
It wasn't until Donna had finished cooking and eating some bacon and eggs, that she began to feel rejected. Normally after eating breakfast she would be hurrying to school and to work, but with the children gone, she felt the day would be wasted. She could only find solace in the fact that Kevin had said in his note that they would be back by 5 p.m. While cleaning up the breakfast dishes, she decided to spend the afternoon working on term papers, hoping that she would be able to stop feeling sorry for herself.