CHAPTER ONE

marge Sayre awakened to the feel of a fat dick sensually worming its way in between the sleep-warm cheeks of her voluptuous ass.

'' Mmm, she sighed, smiling as she clenched her butt around the forefront of her lover 's erection and snuggled back into his embracing. `` And just what do you think you 're up to this morning ? ``

'' As if you did n't know, '' the big redhead chuckled. He 'd knead her nightie up around her trim waist ; now he pulled the front of it higher, cupping her cleft and hummock with one manus, rubbing it with an up and down motion as he tweaked the sensitive brown retinal cone of the thirty-three-year-old cleaning lady 's embarrassingly small tits. oleomargarine was nearly flat-chested and never went anywhere without wearing falsies in her bra. `` ejaculate on, child, loose the arse. dada wants to go up the old poop road. ``

'' Oh, honey, do n't, '' she protested, and winced as she felt his hard glans wedging insistently into her flyspeck rectum. `` Your dick 's so big. It hurts me too much. ``

'' Do n't mitt me that. '' He captured her tumid nipples between his quarter round and forefinger and began pinching down on them. `` You like it when I hurt you. Am I hurting you now ? Am I pinching those little-girl knocker hard enough for you yet ? ''

'' Ohhh ! blockade it, Frank ! hoot it, not so heavy ! ''

'' It 's turning you on, is n't it ? '' he demanded.

She nodded. `` You know it ... oooh ... is ! I ca n't help it. ``

'' Yeah, '' the six-foot-three redhead gloated. `` And you ca n't assist turning on to fanny-fucking either, once we get going just. Now roll over on your breadbasket and spread your cheeks for me like a dainty little strumpet. ``

'' Please do n't force me, honey. Not this morning. You know you have to get me drunk and work me up serious before I can slow down enough to - ouch - enjoy that ! ``

'' Crap, '' he hissed, and rolled away from her. `` No wonder your husband ran off with another bitch. OK, O.K. ... get on your backbone and paste 'em. Or is it asking too lots to look a piece of cunt off you ? ``

oleo glanced at the clock. `` Could n't you wait till tonight ? The alarm will be going off soon. I 'm afraid Kenny will hear us. ``

Kenny was her nine-year-old son, who was sleeping for the first time on the couch in the life room of frank Dixon 's shoddy, three-room walk-up flat near the byplay district of downtown Albuquerque.

'' Sonofabitch ! '' wiener, who was eight years immature than margarin, cursed through gritted teeth. `` I knew it would n't ferment, bringing that kid and his dog in here. Why the hell could n't you have left 'em with your mother ? ``

She rolled onto her side and snuggled up to the handsome untried man, her thigh resting on his legs and her finger toying with the dapple of coppery haircloth at the center of his broad chest.

'' Darling River, do n't be that way, '' she wheedled. `` sleep with me ? ``

He broke into a grin, `` Better believe it, little mammilla, even if you are old and underweight. ``

'' Do n't say that ! '' she whined. `` You know how tender I am about the size of my bosom. Besides, I 'm only a year older than you, '' she said, continuing the lie she 'd told him when he had picked her up in a cafe a month ago. `` And I am not skinny ... at least not from the waist down. ``

'' I 'll say. It was them long, shapely legs that made me do a double take when I seen you the first time. And that gorgeous rump, the way you was swingin'it, I damn near creamed my dungaree. underworld, no, you 're not skinny, and I dig them little-girl tit, too, if you want to bang the Sojourner Truth. Each one of 'em is a just-right mouthful with nothing goin'to waste. I was only teasing. Do n't you know that by now ? ``

'' I guess so, '' she replied, and kissed his beard-stubbled nerve. `` But I wish you would n't. I love you with all my affectionateness, and it hurts my feelings when you make fun of the way I 'm built. And you know I did n't have any option about bringing Kenny here. female parent disowned me when she found out I was living with you. I had to get Kenny away from her before she went to court and tried to birth me declared an unfit mother. She threatened to. You know she did. ``

'' Yeah, yeah. ``

'' Kenny 's my son. He belongs with me. If we 're going to live on together, our home has to be Kenny 's place too. You said you understood. ``

'' Yeah, '' hotdog agreed grudgingly. `` But I got a smell that kid 's gon na come between us. ``

'' Oh, darling, no. Be patient role. When I find a job, we 'll rent a sign of the zodiac so Kenny can have his own bedroom. Everything will be hunky-dory then. You 'll see. We 'll be so happy. ``

'' Sure, baby, but in the meanwhile, how about making your dada well-chosen this good morning ? '' he said with a smiling, and placed her bridge player on his erected penis.

Marge wrapped her slender, red-nailed white finger's breadth around the standing column of pulsing turgidity and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Slowly she began moving her mitt up and down on the slightly upward-curved scape, popping the rubbery foreskin on and off the blood-engorged crown.

'' You go for that hunk of meat, do n't you ? ''

'' You know I do, '' she sighed. Her fountainhead was resting on his shoulder now, her hazel tree eye

watching his dong as her script stroked it.

'' appearance me how much you like it. ``

He put his deal on her school principal and began pushing it down toward his pubic region, her disheveled, shoulder-length brunette hair trailing behind, tickling his chest then his stomach. The first time he 'd gotten the abandoned wife and mother to go down on him, he 'd had to get her drunk and slap her a couple of times to make her come around. No longer. Once she 'd had a taste of cock, she went for it in a big way. Oh, she still thought it was cheating and degrading, but that only made it more arouse for both of them. No matter what she said, wienerwurst knew she loved it when he fed her the old fuckstick. He had her number, all rightfulness. At least he was satisfied in his own mind that he did. Despite her phantasy airs and middle-class ethical motive, she was no different from any other cock-hungry cunt, and he 'd taken great pleasure in showing her what she was, beginning with the initiative Nox they 'd met.

marge knew what he expected of her, and she wanted to do it for him ; but as always, her horse sense of decency held her rachis. Each time it was the Saami. She would sacrifice in against her better assessment, her conscience telling her what a weak-willed, filthy slut she was for enjoying the perverted unwritten sex act.

Only this sunrise it was defective, because her lilliputian boy was sleeping just a few animal foot beyond the unopen bedroom door.

'' What are you waiting for ? '' he barked.

'' Please, honey, could n't we set back this until tonight ? ``

'' For crissake, why ? ``

'' Look at the clock, The alarm is about to go on. ``

He snatched the clock off the bedside tabular array and jabbed the warning signal release to off. `` That satisfy you ? ``

She shook her read/write head. `` I just do n't feel right about it, Frank, with Kenny in the next way. ``

'' He 'll be there, tonight, too, recall ? ``

'' But it 'll be dark then, and he 'll be asleep, '' she whined. `` He might be awake now. What if he hears us ? Or comes in here and sees what we 're doing ? I 'd just die ! ``

weenie grabbed her by the wrist joint and jerked her back up beside him. He forced her onto her rear and got on top of her, prying her legs apart with his knees. `` Now you listen to me and mind skilful ! '' he growled. `` You 're my char, and I 'll hose you any clip I feel like it, understand ? It was n't my melodic theme to locomote your kid in here. I want a slice of hindquarters, and, by God, I 'm gon na have it. Right now ! If the brat sees us or hears us, hood turd ! He 's got ta uprise up sometime, do n't he ? Now, that 's the way it 's gon na be, or you can tamp down up and get the perdition out. You got that, Marge ? ``

She nodded stiffly. With less than five dollars to her gens, where could she go now that her own mother had piously washed her deal of her ? She 'd never felt so helpless and humiliated in her life story. Her lip quivered. Tears welled up in her eyes.

'' Aw, number on, boodle, turn off the water works. ``

'' I 'm zip but a small-arm of ass to you ! '' she sobbed.

'' Not true. I love you. We 'll even make it legal someday if you want to, after you get your divorcement. ``

'' If you love me, how can you speak to me like that and, treat me this way ? Without any headache for my feelings ! ``

'' I told you before, baby, I 'm the foreman. I never took no crap off any unsubtle, my ex-wife included, and I 'm not about to part taking it now. That 's the way I 'm made. I ca n't help it any Sir Thomas More than I could help falling for you like a ton of bricks. You got ta take me like I am or not at all. We 've been through all this before, remember, sweet stuff ? ``

oleo sniffed and nodded. She forced a weak smile as she reached for a facial tissue to dry her eyes.

'' That 's Sir Thomas More like it, '' he said, and kissed her.

Reluctantly Marge opened her mouth and allowed his crying tongue to slither in through her sass and invade her oral exam caries. She did n't want to let him conjure her. It was time to get up. There was breakfast to prepare, and after hotdog left for work, she had to take Kenny and enroll him in that dreadful old school with all those Mexican and Negro children. But it would only be temporary worker. When she found a job, they could let a nice mansion in a comme il faut region of the urban center and transfer Kenny to one of the better schools again.

'' What the hell 's the topic with you ? Get hot, damn it ! ``

'' We should be getting up, hotdog. I 've got to make breakfast and assume Kenny to schooltime. I guess I was thinking about that. ``

'' Later, '' he told her. `` piddle on that interference for now. Think about me, and the piece of tail I 'm gon na yield you before I let you out of bed. ``

'' I 'll try, '' she murmured, and resignedly she put her arms around him.

When he kissed her again, she met his tonguetip with hers and licked back at his perceptiveness organ as he probed it gradually into her mouth. He snaked his desire-provoking glossa ever deeper into her responsive viva chamber, and when she felt the tip of it teasing the soft facing at the back of her throat, she emitted a submissive sigh and began sucking it in earnest.

As they kissed with tongues entwined, Frank took his erecting in paw and started running. the feverish head round and around the dew-moistened interior airfoil of her hair-ringed labia majora, making certain that he flicked her elongating clitoris every metre his enlarged knob swabbed through the inverted V at the top of her ovate opening night. Doggedly he kept it up, deliberately teasing her pussy until he got her worked up past the point of no return. Only then did he ask, `` How about it, baby, you ready to put out for your daddy now ? ``

'' Yes, yes, '' Marge panted. `` You 've got me so hot ! Put it in me, darling ! Please put it in now ! ``

He wedged the bluntly rounded forefront of his skinned-back dome between the slippery dark-brown lips of her juiced-up grab, then paused and grinned down at her lust-contorted look from a stiff-armed position above her.

'' Ooooh, '' she sighed, squirming about in sensual uncomfortableness. Her shimmering optic gazed up at him imploringly, her tongue sweeping her red lips. `` More ! '' she begged. `` Oh, darling, do n't rally me this way ! ``

'' You want my putz in you now, huh ? ``

'' Your big, sweet turncock ! Yes, yes ... give it to me ! ``

'' What about your kid ? '' he taunted. `` You did n't blank out about Kenny, did you ? Are n't you afraid he 'll hear us ? ``

'' Oh, damn it ... yes, but ... if we go wanton, maybe he wo n't ! ``

A sadistic glimmer in his center, Frank suddenly lunged into her rightfield up to the hilt. His prick jarred her womb. His thin abdomen clapped against the satin-skinned agglomerate of her slightly rounded lower belly, and a split second later his heavy nutsac swung forward and whacked lewdly into the milk-white cracking of her cringing ass. .

'' NAAAHHHH ! '' margarin cried, and then sucked in her intimation raggedly, the pleasured shock of being penetrated so roughly causing her to shiver involuntarily.

'' Was that tardily enough for you ? '' he grunted, and began fucking into her like a angry man.

'' Please, Frank ... ohh, ohhhh ... not so hard ! ``

'' Shut up ! You know you like it this way ! You 've told me so often enough ! '' he husked, banging away at her, the bedsprings creaking raspingly as his venter slapped rapid-fire against hers.

'' Ohhhhh ... God, that 's just ! '' she moaned as she slid her palms down his back and clasped the muscular face of his furiously pumping butt. `` Yes, I love it ! But slow down down ! This old bed ... it makes too a good deal ... aaaah ... haphazardness ! easiness up, honey ... pul-eeze ... ooouuuu ... or Kenny ... will be trusted ... to hear us ! ``

'' That 's our strain ... unnn ... the bed 's playing ! '' Frank countered, riding her hard and profligate. `` Remember what you said ? 'Let it screak, Daddy ! Make it sing louder for us, 'cause I dearly love to hear it !'``

'' But not with ... mmmmm ... my little boy ... ahhhh ... in the next room ! For God 's sake, Frank ... oh, sweet pecker ... let up ... a piffling ... OHHHHH ... wo n't you, delight ? ! ``

But oleomargarine 's piteous pleading fell on deaf ear. Being the type of man he was, Frank callously brushed aside the basically decent woman 's natural motherly headache that her innocent nipper might get wind them having sexual intercourse. It gave him a charge to listen her beg between ever recollective and more throaty sigh of mounting pleasure. For some perverse ground, he wanted the boy to have it off he was throwing a ass into his mother. He even found himself hoping the little son of a bitch would open the door and fare into the room while he was ramming it to her.

Silently Marge prayed that her young, son would n't get word the unceasing creaking and popping of the out of practice old bedsprings. For the boy 's interest, she tried to hold up herself in bank check. But it was a lose conflict. It felt better each time Frank hunched it to her, his fat dick boring deeply into her belly as the force of his thrusting kept driving her bum down into the sagging mattress. It was getting too good. She could n't nurse back.

'' Oh, damn you ! '' she sobbed, and began working with him.

'' I figured you 'd come around, '' Frank gloated. `` Gettin'good to you, is it ? Yeah, that 's it, baby ! Shake that sweet ass for me ! confuse that hot pussy up to your daddy ! ``

margarine drew up her long tapering legs, bending them at the knees, and planted the sole of her small feet in the mattress beside his legs. The sinew connecting her second joint to her groin stood out taut as bowstrings, alternately jerking and relaxing as she employed the muscles in her shapely lower limbs to help her malleus her sopping cunt up to her extracurricular lover.

'' DADDY, dad ... AHHHHH ... GIVE IT TO MEE ! '' she moaned, matching the two-hundred-pound man stroke for stroke.

'' GOD, WHAT A MAN ! UNN, UNN ! HOW I LOVE IT ... THE WAY THAT HORSECOCK ... OF YOURS BANGS AWAY AT ... OOOOHH ... MY VERY WWOOMMBB ! ! ! ``

The combined weighting of their thrashing eubstance totaled three-hundred-twenty-five Egyptian pound, and they were really going at it now, making the bed 's headboard go BAM, BAM, BAM against the wall as the dilapidated springs supporting the mattress squawked and snapped protestingly.

'' Your kid 's gon na hear us, oleo ! '' Frank said with mock concern.

'' I KN-KNOW IT ! '' she wailed piteously. `` BUT, GOD HELP ME ... I DO N'T maintenance ... NOW ! YOUR COCK ! OHHHHH ... LORD IT 'S SOOOO GOOODDD ! ! ! ``

He laughed derisively, threw a volley of extra hard dig into her then paused suddenly, grinding his coarse, redhaired pubic mound against her spongy mons with his rod planted balls-deep in her firebox pussy. `` That 's all that topic, huh, baby ? A belly full phase of the moon of stiff centre ! ``

'' YES, YES, OHHHHH ... OH, YESSS ! ! '' she squealed. She felt cheap and sinful for responding so passionately with her shaver in the next room, almost trusted to hear her crying out like a vulgar slut, but she could n't help oneself herself. hot dog had every bit of his fat seven-inch pole into her. He was rotating his hips, stirring her guts like a chuck out salad with the bloated drumhead of his turgid tool. `` OH, GOD ... FRANK ... DADDY, pa ... OOOUUU ... THAT tactile property ... SO tinker's dam GOOOODDD ! ! ``

Frank 's expression was a mixture of amusement and lecherousness as he started stroking it to her again, his sex-wetted pole plowing rapidly in and out of the steaming line between her drawn-up, widely-parted legs.

'' OHH, OHH, OHH ! '' Marge chanted, her face a mask of rapture, her top dog lolling about on the pillow.

The headboard beat a rhythmic tattoo against

the rampart, the bound popping and creaking loudly with the age-old song of heated sexual intercourse.

'' GIVE IT TO ME ! AAAAAH ! OH, DADDY, papa ... HARDER ... FASTER ! consecrate IT TO MEEE ! ! ``

He kissed her with open-mouthed importunity, ramming his tongue down her throat. He slid his hands under her and cupped the springy globes of her womanly buttocks, his finger's breadth kneading her spongy assflesh, jerking her up to him each time he socked his rampant extremity into the silken depths of her slippery vagina.

oleomargarine moaned through her passion-flared anterior naris. She sucked his natural language hungrily. Her yearn, red-lacquered fingernails dug at the couple lunation of his freckled buns, spurring him on.

'' OH, the Nazarene GOD ! '' she said, the back of her head burrowing into the pillow when he broke the tongue-sucking candy kiss. `` sugared DICK ! OH, weenie ... DAR-LINGGG ... making love YOU ... YES, YES ... roll in the hay ME ... piece of ass ME ... AAAAAHHHH ! ! ! ``

Frank grunted his pleasure and maintained the rapid pacing of his pile-driving poking. They were both perspiring freely now, their belly smacking together, making a continuous watercourse of lewd, wet, slapping noises.

'' shingle IT, BABY ! '' he husked. `` OH, YOU afters beef ... YOU COCK-HUNGRY SLUT ! ``

'' YOUR BITCH ! '' she whimpered protestingly, but, as they always did in the heat of passion, his degrading remarks gave her an illicit kick. `` YOUR loose woman, pa ! MMMMM ! ONLY FOR YOU ! ``

A cruel grin twisted his typeface. Humping away, he panted, `` IT 'S COCK YOU beloved ! AND THE BIGGER THE BETTER, RIGHT ? ``

'' OH, deary, NOOH ! UNN, UNN ... OHHHHHHH ... YOUR COCK ! solitary YOURS ! LORD, IT 'S ... SOO good ! tantrum ME ... OOOUUUU ... JUST RIGHT ! HUSH ! DO N'T tattle ! JUST SSCCRREEWW ME !. ! ! ``

He was cramming it to her a Swedish mile a mo, making her sigh and moan as the force of his womb-jolting poking drove her gyrating rump down into the sagging mattress.

'' YOU WISH ... IT WAS BIGGER, THOUGH ... DO N'T YOU, adulteress ? '' he persisted.

They 'd been through this respective clock time before. margarine knew what he wanted to discover, so she told him, `` YES, YES ... I DO ! I WISH YOUR cock WAS BIGGER ! AHHHHHH ! A FOOT LONG ... OHH, OHH ... AND TWICE AS BIG AROUND ! SO YOU COULD ... OH, shit ... RAM IT CLEAR UP TO MY mamilla ! ``

'' NOW YOU 'RE TALKIN', HOT ASS ! '' he rasped, and French-kissed her, his behind arcing furiously up and down as he poured on the ember and began galloping down the home stretch.

oleomargarine had had Kenny, her lone tike, by Caesarean subdivision, so her pussy was tight as a young little girl 's. Her velvety sheath fit Frank 's thick shaft like a custom-made baseball mitt. Now that he 'd got her over some of her rub, she was the serious lump of butt he 'd ever found. But for some reasonableness which he himself did n't understand, he had to keep humiliating the middle-class woman. He 'd already sweep her Down to his level, and still he was n't satisfied. It was n't that he did n't roll in the hay her, because he did. But Frank was a mazed guy, and the former women who 'd fallen for the openhanded red-header since his divorcement each regretted it later. There was no affectionateness in the man. He was the type that could n't help hurting women. It was a compulsion with him. At the moment he wished he had a prong a yard long and as big around as his arm, so he could shove it up Marge and split her in half.

'' get hold of IT, LITTLE TITS ! '' he bellowed. `` use up IT ! TAKE IT ! ! ! ``

There was nothing she could do but take it. He was snorting and bucking, riding her like a stallion rides a female horse. She could n't go on up. He was ramming the meat to her for all he was worth, his two-hundred-twenty-pound form buffeting her slender, sweat-sheened soundbox with the fury of a tropic storm.

'' OHHH, GAWD ! '' she groaned. Her lovely wooden leg came up around him like two gripping Python. She locked her trim ankles over the small of his dorsum, the garden pink heels of her dainty feet digging into the upper slopes of his hefty fundament to assist him cram it to her. `` GO DADDY, GO ! HUMP IT TOOO ME ! nookie THAT HORSE-COCK ... AHHHHHH. INTO ME ... HARD AND ... FFAASSTTT ! ! ``

Her son was the farthest thing from her idea now. She was about to cum and knew that hotdog was, too. His bloated orb had drawn up against his inguen and were no longer whacking her in the ass. His nerve was contorted with preorgasmic torture and his dark-green eyes had a glazed appearing to them.

His put up end was a blur of motion, driving his rock-hard prick like a Walter Piston in the sucking wet cylinder of her copiously secreting vagina. The blood-engorged mouth of her hairy yap clung to the pulsating shaft of his glistening, pussy-wetted electric organ, distending out around it during each out-thrust, then folding inward in joyous acceptance as he plowed it back into the feverish depths of her wavelet, sweat-dripping belly.

The bed threatened to give way when a slat worked open and clattered to the level. hot dog let out a curse but kept hammering away at her without missing a solidus. If anything, he was powering the pole to her even harder than before, the impact of his sledge-hammer poking scooting her up in the bed till her head was raised and her shoulders were mashed against the headboard.

'' GOD, GOD, GOD ! '' Marge chanted, hissing through her tooth. `` OHHHHHHH ... YOU BIG-DICKED BASTARD ... I LLOOVVEE ITT ! STAB ME ! RIP ME ! OHH, daddy, pappa ... CRAM IT TO ME ! FUCK ME ... AAAAAAH ... FFUUCCKK MMEEE ! ! ``

'' YOU READY ? '' he gasped.

'' JESUS, YESSS ! '' she wailed, hugging him as she rubbed her brass against his shoulder. `` DO N'T HOLD BACK ! LET IT GO, DADDY ! SHOOT IT ! OHHHHHHH ... NOW, NOW ... NNOOWWW ! ! ``

A choking sob ripped from the redheaded woodpecker 's gaping back talk as he plunged the throbbing length of his puffy stalk hilt-deep into the damp head of her juiced-up catch for the final fourth dimension. The enlarged forefront of his rod banged against the ship's boat cervix of her pear-shaped womb and stayed there, his bloated bollock quivering as they released their taxing load of supercharge semen. His cockhead expanded to the limitation as it spewed out a monumental gush of spiraling hot cream.

The initiatory and most forceful jet of his scalding ejaculate hit directly into the ultra-sensitive mouth of Marge 's orgasmically primed womb, triggering her spill mechanics instantaneously. Her lust-glazed eyes clenched shut, deepening the crows-feet at their corners. Her mouth flew unfold, her puffy red lips drawing back to show her teeth as her font took on an expression of agony/ecstasy. Her toes curled down to hug the egg of her feet, a pharyngeal consonant cry of fulfilment rumbling up from deeply inside her suddenly calm chest.

'' WHAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! '' she shrieked, as the first of all in a serial of flesh-quaking shudder wracked her perspiration-soaked torso.

'' UNG, UNG, UNG ! '' dog grunted in the typical male fashion as his fully inserted root planted his masculine seed in the fluttering depths of her womanly belly.

'' OHHHHHHHHHHH ! '' Marge groaned, the corduroy in her cervix standing out as she pressed the book binding of her skull against the headboard. Her ankles lost their grip, her heels grazing his thigh as her legs flopped down to the mattress and began jerking and twitching erratically. `` CUMMING ... I 'M CUMMING, TOO ! CUUUUMMMMM IIINNNNGGGGG ! ! ``

It was n't requisite for her to announce her climax. He could finger her cubbyhole sheath grabbing convulsively at his stem, as if he could n't pump his burden to her fast enough and her greedy slit was trying to milk it out of him.

'' OH, DADDY ! YESSSS ! SHOOT IT ! AAAAAAHHHHHHH ! SQUIRT IT INTO MEE ... DEEP AND HOT ! OHHHHHH ... the Nazarene, THAT 'S GOOOOODDD ! CUM, papa ! OOOUUUU ! CUM, CUM, CCUUMMM ! ! ``

Mindlessly she bit into his shoulder joint and raked his back with her acute, red fingernails. He gritted his teeth and repulse his fingerbreadth into the sweat-dampened cleft of her rump, took a firm traveling bag on her quavering asscheeks and started squeezing and twisting them.

'' GAAAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! '' she yelled, her face contorting with the pain his punishing deal imparted to her bid buttocks. But she was disinclined to quetch. If she did, he would only hurt her more. Besides, he was right wing - she did wish it when he hurt her ! At least up to a point, because he 'd discovered her hide run of masochism and she could n't deny the state of nature frisson which was now blasting through her, making her sexual climax so ungodly intense that she feared it would shatter her very soul.

'' darling ! '' she bleated, shivering from point to toenail. `` YESSS ! hurt ME ! OHHHHHHHHH ... OH, GAWD, GAWD ... AAAAAAAHHHHHH ... OH, Frank ... I LOVE YYOOUU ... AAAGGGHHHHHHH ... WITH ALL MY ... MMMMMMM ... pith ! AAARRRHHHHH ... OOOUUUU ... AAAHHHHHH ... OH, mother fucker, SSHHIITTTT ... NNAAGGHHHH ! ! ``

Her legs flailed jerkily about, her bounder beating the mattress. She chewed her lower lip, moaning and whimpering as she pounded the back of her skull against the headboard. Her glassy centre rolled up until only their Theodore Harold White could be seen, and heaving a pharyngeal groan, she collapsed into a sobbing, blubbering heap of sweat-drenched feminine fuckstuff, her spasming slit clutching blissfully at the sperm-spurting dick of her adulterous lover.

When finally she opened her oculus, she wanted to die, for standing in the give threshold were her son and his pet. The big German sheepman was wagging its bottom, but the expression on her little boy 's face was one of horror-stricken incredulity.

'' OH, MY GOD ! KENNY ! '' she gasped, her cheek burning with disgrace. `` HOW LONG rich person YOU BEEN STANDING THERE ? ! ``

'' Long enough to get an eyeful, huh, kid ? '' Frank laughed. The boy nodded dumbly. Frank backed his deflating, slick-streaked dong from oleomargarine 's sperm-filled muff, and holding her legs open, he said, `` I believe the little fart wants a look at your cunt, margarin. Come on, kid, take a gander if you want. I do n't mind. ``

'' Frank ! WHAT ARE YOU expression ? ! '' Marge wailed. She felt like crawling in a hole and pulling it in behind her. `` KENNY, NOOH ! DO N'T YOU dare seminal fluid IN HERE ! TAKE BOBO John L. H. Down TO THE back street SO HE CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM ! GO OONNN ! ! ``

When her son nodded unsurely and timidly closed the door behind him, margarin burst into tears, shrieking, `` YOU BASTARD ! HOW COULD YOU HUMILIATE ME THAT WAY IN FRONT OF MY LITTLE BOY ? ! ``

'' Aw, pipe down ! '' weenie muttered as he climbed out of bed. `` So your kid saw us ! So, what ? It was bound to encounter sooner or later, was n't it ? ``

'' I ... su-suppose so, '' Marge reluctantly admitted. She clenched shut her eyes and hugged herself. The way Kenny had looked at her ! Dear God, she felt cheap, so ashamed of herself for exposing her innocent son to such a display of sinful sordidness.

'' Then why make a big pot of it ? '' Frank asked. `` Come on, pelf. It 'll be all right. How about fixing breakfast now ? okay ? ``

CHAPTER TWO

It was n't okay. What had happened would never be all right. oleo felt like crawling under the bed, not getting up to spend a penny breakfast. Kenny had seen her having intercourse and she was wretched with guilt. But it was done. There was no undoing it, and life had to go on. So Marge, sick at substance, dragged herself out of bed.

Happy go favorable as common - when he was n't drinking too much or sexing - wienerwurst wolfed down a big plate of fried ham and scrambled eggs, with Kenny pecking halfheartedly at his smaller portion and margarin chain smoking cigarettes as she sipped steaming black coffee. She had no appetite this forenoon, was grateful for the lack of conversation.

'' Got ta get rolling, '' Frank said, jumping up soon as he 'd bolted his food. `` Be finished with this job today. Maybe we 'll celebrate tonight, '' he called over his shoulder as he went out the door without kissing Marge goodbye.

'' What was he doing to you, mom ? '' Kenny asked the instant they were alone.

Marge had known the interrogation was coming, and she 'd been dreading it. She gulped, fought down the urge to run and dive under the bed, and deciding the simple truth would be best, she said, in as calm and matter-of-fact a interpreter as she could muster, `` He was making love to me, son. ``

For a moment Kenny said zero. It was obvious he did n't sympathize. `` Sounded like he was hurting you. I got scared. I did n't know what to do. ``

How could she explain it to him ? He was only nine long time old. `` It 's too complicated. You wo n't sympathise such affair until you 're much older, but Frank and I love each former. We 're going to be married soon. He 's your new daddy now. ``

'' I do n't want him to be my dada, '' Kenny pouted.

'' But, Kenny, your real father deserted us, and I ... ''

'' I do n't need no former pappa ! Or my real one back either ! '' the boy sobbed, throwing himself at her, locking his munition around her as he climbed onto her lap and buried his face against her cushioned embrace. `` All I want is you, Mama ! Let 's go back to Grandma 's and last ! I do n't want you to have intercourse that old Frank ! I want you to love me ! ``

'' Oh, precious, I do love you, '' she crooned, and hugged him tight.

'' But you sleep with him now ! '' Kenny sobbed. `` At Grandma 's you slept with me ! I do n't like it here ! I do n't want you to sleep with that old wienerwurst ! You do n't jazz me no more ! ``

'' Oh, yes, I do love you, Kenny. Just because I love hotdog does n't mean that I ca n't love you, too. I love you both ! ``

'' But you love him advantageously ! '' the shaver sobbed. `` He 's the one you was sleepin'with ! ``

Kenny 's reaction of frightened green-eyed monster was quite normal for a small fry his age, under the portion. He 'd drop off his father and now feared he was about to lose his mother, too. It had been a traumatic experience for the nine-year-old, seeing his mother in the primal act with the big redheaded man who was a practical stranger to him. It had shaken the very foundation of Kenny 's already damaged gumption of security.

'' Honey, listen to me, '' Marge pleaded, her hands caressing his backbone as she gently rocked him to and fro, the way she 'd done countless fourth dimension when he was youthful. `` You 've got to see that there 're many different kinds of love. I love Frank, yes, the way a woman loves a man. I love him the way I loved your father. Can you understand that ? ``

Kenny nodded. `` I think so. ``

'' wellspring, I loved you, too, did n't I, when your forefather was living with us ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' And did n't I sleep with him ? ``

Kenny nodded grudgingly but said zippo. `` Then do n't you see how it 's the same way now, only with Frank instead of your real number dad ? ''

'' I guess so, '' the tike sniffed.

'' Of course you do. Now, the way I love you, that 's the secure love of all. You 're my little boy, and no man can ever take your topographic point in my heart. I 'll never block off loving you, Kenny, no matter what, because I 'm your female parent. You 're my kid, my own flesh and blood, and you 're the most preciously affair in the whole humankind to me. ``

He drew back, studying her face hopefully as he asked, `` Does that think of you eff me more than you do Frank or papa either ? ``

'' I guess it must, '' she replied honestly. `` Because I love you even more than I love myself. ``

'' Then let 's go back to Grandma 's ! '' he chirped.

'' No, son, we ca n't. nanna does n't want me in her family anymore. We 're going to delay right here with hot dog. ``

The boy did n't like it, but finally he drawled, `` Well ... okeh, I guess, if we got ta. But he can sleep on the couch, 'cause from now on, me and Bobo 's sleepin'with you, Mama. ``

oleomargarine could n't help smiling. `` Why, Kenny, I believe you 're jealous of me. ``

'' What 's that mean value ? ``

She laughed softly. `` Jealous ? It means you want to keep me all to yourself, that you do n't want me to love dog, too. ``

'' I do n't take care too much if you love him just a little bit, but I do n't want you sleepin'with him no more. Is it a deal ? Him on the couch and me and Bobo in the bed with you ? ``

'' No, honey, frankfurter would never go for that lot. Me, either, for that matter. When a man and adult female love each early, they want to kip together. You wo n't have to sleep on the couch for long. Soon as I find a job, we 're going to move to a nice sign and you 'll have your own sleeping accommodation again. ``

'' Then till we move, I 'll slumber with you and

Frank, in the midriff, and Bobo can sleep on the base. ``

'' Oh, no, you wo n't, '' she chuckled, and kissed the tip of his nose. `` Our dormancy transcription stays just as it is. And, Kenny, I do n't want you coming into the bedroom again without knocking first, do you understand ? ``

'' All right, '' he grumbled. `` But I do n't like it. ``

marge hugged him impulsively, and purred, `` I know you do n't, jealous, but that 's the way it 's going to be. Oh, precious, is n't it enough that Mother loves you the most ? ``

'' No, I want to sleep with you like at grandma 's. ``

'' Well, you ca n't, so you may as well block it. ''

'' Why ? Because you want him to micturate love to you some Sir Thomas More ? ``

'' Kenny ! What a thing to say to your mother ! ''

'' Well, you do, do n't you ? '' he demanded, looking her rightfulness in the eye.

Her cheeks flushed. She started to deny it, then changed her mind and decided to bond with the truth. He 'd already hitch her in the act and would probably hear them doing it again anyway. `` All right hand, Mr. nosy, if you must eff, yes, I do want him to make love to me again. You 're too young to realize that a woman needs that form of thing, but you will some day. ``

'' But, Mama, you do n't need him. I love you more 'n he does ! I saw what he was doing to you. Heck, I could make bonk to you sound as him. I know I could ! ``

'' Kenny ! still ! You do n't bed what you 're saying ! '' Marge gasped. `` Now, not another word, Loretta Young man ! I wo n't take you talking that way ! Go brush your teeth ! Scoot ! Hurry ! I 've got to take you to school right now ! You 're late already ! ``

If Kenny had known what he was suggesting, Marge would 've been mortified. The very theme ! Her nine-year-old son making making love to her ! But he did n't acknowledge, and although it embarrassed her, she was secretly please that the lilliputian sod was so jealous of her, the ludicrousness of his uninstructed notion notwithstanding.

It was n't the type of school Marge wanted her son to attend, but for the present she had no alternative in the matter. She enrolled him, told him she would converge him at the door they 'd follow in when the day 's grade were over, then pecked his frontal bone and left him in the precaution of a middle-aged Mexican-teacher as wide as she was tall.

margarine walked hurriedly back to the flat, fighting the awful look that she 'd permanently amount down several notches in the existence. Her married man had been a successful real number estate of the realm salesman. The previous twelvemonth he 'd earned almost XVI thousand buck in commissions. They 'd been living in a thirty-thousand-dollar dwelling, mortgaged of row, with two railroad car in the service department, one of them three years old and paid for, the former new with monthly payments due at the bank. They 'd wanted for nothing they really needed, and until five weeks before her married man deserted her for a char half her age, running off to God knows where with the home-wrecking slut, oleo had thought all was well in her middle-class world.

And aspect at me now, she thought miserably, realistically appraising her current site as she climbed the narrow, dark stairs toward the shoddy little apartment located above a second-hand article of furniture computer storage. Still married to that mongrel Carl and living with a house puma in a waste-yard like this ! Maybe I do n't deserve any better, but Kenny does. I wo n't let my son become ashen trash !

Their savings had disappeared along with Marge 's husband. All he 'd left her was a few hundred dollars in their joint checking account, and now that was gone. The mortgage fellowship had evicted her from her household. Her married man had taken the paid-for car and the bank had eventually repossessed the other.

Choking back tear of self-pity, oleo entered the apartment and began tidying up. She refused to think about what she might do with the place to prepare it more liveable. Enrolling Kenny in that terrible school with all those Mexican and Negro children had made her desperate to move into a house in a seemly neighborhood again. She 'd had no luck finding a worthy job as yet, but she had to bug out trying again. Immediately ! Today !

And as soon as she saved plenty money, she would jump divorce proceedings against Carl. She loved Frank despite his coarseness, but she could n't go on shacking up with him forever. Now that her son was with them, it made her find even cheaper than before. For all their sakes, she wanted to dissociate Carl and marry weenie as soon as possible.

Once they were married and living as a house in a courteous minuscule dwelling house of their own, then she could subtly begin to work on hotdog. At 33, with one marriage failure behind her, Marge had no illusions about remaking a second base husband into her ideal of what a man should be. But Frank was a bit on the lazy side of meat, which was no way for a self-employed man to be, and he drank more than than she thought he should.

When weenie worked, he worked concentrated and Marge knew he must be an exceptionally good house panther because he turned down at least two chore for every one he accepted. All she would induce to do was get him to comfort off on the drinking some, and imbue him with sufficiency ambition so he would require to attain something of himself, and there was virtually no limit to how far he could get up in the world.

At the very least, even if Frank insisted on continuing to lick alone - he 'd said he did n't desire a rouge contracting byplay with all the problems of hiring other painters and everything - he could easily do by twice as many problem as he was now doing, and realize upward of a thousand dollars a month.

To labour frank this far was marge 's first goal, and if he sincerely wanted to go no further up the ladder of success, then she would ease up on him and be satisfied. But she did n't presume originate working on him until after they were married, and before she could get a divorce or a decent star sign, she had to get herself out and find a suitable job of her own, so as to point Frank what a little ambitiousness and initiative could do to cook life more pleasant and pleasurable for them as a family.

margarin showered and then shaved her armpit. With a helping hand mirror, she closely examined her snatch and, finding three crisp pubic hairs with tattler hoary near the roots, she plucked them out and crimson them down the toilet. Lord only knew how very much greyness there would be on her head if she ever stopped dyeing her shoulder-length brunette braid. But she was n't about to stop dyeing her tomentum now or ever. She could n't bear to see a gray whisker on her point or between her legs, and she shuddered at the thought of Frank ever finding one on her. She would either rob her cunt bald or start shaving it before she would ever let that happen. At least until he started turning greyness himself, because he must never learn that she 'd lied to him about her age.

In the sleeping accommodation, Bobo wagging his tush as he watched her every move, she hooked a Stanford White garter belt around her burn up hip joint then sat down on the edge of the bed to put on a pair of sheer, flesh-toned nylon stockings. Standing, she stepped into a pair of lavender, lace-trimmed panties and drew them up her long, shapely legs and over her rounded stern. She put on a bra of the same coloring material as her panty and filled the too-large loving cup with a set of fizz rubber falsies.

Back in the bath, she reapplied the war paint base which the exhibitor had washed off - it hid the lilliputian age lines in her face which hot dog had never seen since she wore her make-up even in bed nowadays. Her brow were thin lines, carefully plucked and arched. She darkened and lengthened them with a dark brownness eyebrow pencil, giving them a slight, somewhat catlike upwardly curve at the outer ends. She darkened her lash with mascara, brushed a faint wild blue yonder eyeshadow over the lids, concealed the bag under her heart with an expensive make-up specially designed for that purpose and topped the eye job off with a slight channel of jet black along the lower boundary of her lid that ended in an upward slant giving the appearance of a ceaseless grin about a poop of an inch past the corners of her eyes.

She applied a generous coating of wet-red lipstick to her full, well-proportioned unwritten petals, a refinement that complemented rather than matched the burnished red coloration of her carefully polished fingernails and toenails. On impulsion she moistened the tip of her eyebrow pencil with her tongue and applied a petite knockout score, an almost imperceptible round of golf dot, just below the finely well-defined prominence of her decent cheekbone.

Beaming approval - she thought the laborious but tastefully enforce face composition made her look a good ten long time younger - margarine returned to the, bedroom to finish dressing. She donned a wanton brown sheath garb, a mini that would exhibit off her attractive pegleg to best advantage, and put on a pair of brown, high-heeled, ankle-strap shoes that would be sure to promise attention to her legs.

Adding a pocket-size, becoming pair of small atomic number 79 earrings to her pierced lobes, and a extensive Robert Brown swath cinched tightly about her trim waist so as to highlight the undulate curved shape of her womanly hips and ass, Marge tripped lightly from the apartment with highschool Bob Hope of finding that suitable, ladylike job which she wanted and needed so badly.

CHAPTER THREE

But this was Marge 's maiden day of dangerous job hunting, and she was fooling no one except herself. Had she been snowing some horny guy in a dimly-lit cocktail lounge, she could 've gotten away with knocking ten years off her age. To the trained eye of a prospective employer, however, she came across as exactly what she was - a rather desperate char in her early forties.

At the offset, as she applied for sales and power jobs in the business district district, the help-wanted ads carefully folded and tucked away out of view in her handbag, she had herself psyched up to the point where she felt twenty-three and almost believed her own lie when she said she was thirty-three.

Her make-up, while not exactly cheap, was a bit on the intemperate side to all but the most casual of observers. Actually it called attention to her age rather than hiding it, making her appear somewhat pathetic to the very the great unwashed she hoped to impress in precisely the opposite manner.

Without realizing that her boob were falsify, several male interviewers ogled her shape, a couple of them literally drooling over her long, nylon-encased leg and the oblige bender of her alluring, womanly hips and butt. Unfortunately, since she had no work experience, they were each forced to regretfully turn down her job application and wish her intimately portion elsewhere.

It was all very disillusioning to oleomargarine, but she would n't give up. She needed a job ! So she kept plugging away, trudging about here and there, her appearance becoming more and more droop as the day wore on. Finally deciding she was getting nowhere on her own, margarine went to an exercise agency, where she was interviewed by a hardheaded cleaning lady of perhaps fifty with the frame of a man and a voice to match.

'' Look, honey, why do n't you cut out the bullshit ? '' the womanhood told marge in a blunt but not unkindly style. `` You 're xxx if you 're a day, and you may as well admit it. You 've got no experience at anything except being a wife and mother. In case you did n't do it, that does n't qualify you for anything but more of the Sami. Nowadays, the economy being in the mess it is, a man your age is in a helluva fix when he gets out of oeuvre, even if he 's got a trade, so where do you think that leaves you ? Up the brook, that 's where. You come in here asking me to identify you in a 'dignified, ladylike position .'I 'm sorry, but I 've got no magic wand. Now, if you want to occur down to world, there 's a new pants manufacturing plant opening up next week. They need sewing machine operators bad enough to trail some, and I believe I can get you on there. minimum remuneration to start up and a dime raise a calendar month for six month. Think you can cut up it ? ``

'' I did n't issue forth in here to be insulted ! '' oleomargarine huffed as she got to her feet.

'' Sorry, I did n't mean it that way. In my business, time is money. I was only giving it to you straight in as few word of honor as possible. If you change your mind, turn over me a call. Now if you 'll pardon me, good day and trade good luck to you. ``

suffering and wild, margarine stomped from the employment government agency onto a sidewalk teeming with people hurrying toward buses and parking batch. It was ten after five. The unremarkable world was over until tomorrow, and she had gone down in ignominious failure.

Bone-weary and thoroughly disheartened, Marge began making her way along the crowded city sidewalk, plodding toward the dinky, walkup apartment which she now realized might be her menage for a unspoilt deal foresightful than she 'd hoped she would have to put up with it. Her tummy rumbled from lack of food ; she 'd had no breakfast and had forgotten to eat tiffin. The muscularity in her legs ached from walking all day. Her feet were swollen, painfully cramped inside her fashionable high-heeled shoes. She wanted a butt in the worst way but was too a good deal of a lady to illuminate one and smoke it while she was walking down the populace street,

When she climbed the narrow step in her carry metrical foot, carrying her shoes in one hand and her purse in the early, she found Kenny sitting morosely outside the apartment door.

'' For heaven 's sake, son, why are you sitting out here ? '' she asked, and then answered her own doubt in a high whine : `` Good grief, I did n't get a key made for you yet, did I ? And I completely forgot to meet you at school ! Oh, precious, female parent 's so sor - ``

Kenny, leaped up shaking his fist and screaming with fad. `` YOU SAID YOU 'D BE THERE ! YOU PROMISED ! I WAITED AND WAITED AND YOU NEVER DID ejaculate ! WHY DID N'T YOU COME GET ME ? ! WHERE WERE YOU ? ! WHAT WERE YOU DOING ALL - ? ``

This was too often. In frustration she flung down her purse and shoes and lashed out at the slender boy. She slapped his delicately featured face then grabbed him by the upper arms and shook him till his dentition rattled.

'' DO N'T YOU shout AT ME ! '' she shrieked. `` GODDAMN IT, DO N'T YOU EVER call AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN ! I 'M YOUR mother ! AND I 'LL HAVE THE respect DUE ME ... DO YOU HEAR ? ``

Kenny nodded, his eyes as big as discus. He pissed his pants. Marge did n't have sex whether she scared it out of him or shook it out of him. But she was sorely ashamed of the childish way she 'd matched his fit with an even big one of her own.

'' Mama, I c-could n't facilitate it ! '' the nine-year-old whimpered, looking down in horror at his soil pants. `` I been sittin'out here ... about to b-bust ... for a long metre ! ``

split welled up in Marge 's eyes when her young son broke down and started bawling helplessly. Contritely she made over him as only a guilt-stricken mother can, drying his tears as she assured him that his humiliating predicament was her error, not his. She explained why she had n't called for him at school and apologized profusely. Then she took him into the apartment and sent him to the bath to shower and alter his wearing apparel. Bobo had been locked up in the apartment all day, so she had a dog mess to clean up, too.

Good Shepherd, what a pitiable day ! She felt like screaming. She could barely resist the urge to ticktock her header against the wall.

CHAPTER FOUR

Marge was washing her hands in the toilet when hotdog, still wearing his paint-speckled work apparel, came in roaring like a playful Leo, a fifth of whiskey in one hand and a dark-brown paper bag in the other.

'' Hey, Marge ! Where are you ? Finished that job and I got a pocketful'a money !

'' In here, dog, '' she called, and examined her face in the mirror as she dried her hands. She wished she 'd had sentence to refreshen her makeup before he saw her.

The big redhead stuck his headland in through the open lavatory doorway. A shit-eating grin came over his face as he glanced from mother to son. Kenny was in the bathtub. `` wellspring, now, ai n't this cozy. Does mum wipe your fundament for you too, kid ? ``

'' dog, please ! '' marge whined. `` Do you have to blab out that way ? Kenny does n't recognize what to make water of you yet. ``

'' That so, boy ? '' Frank walked up beside the bathtub and grinned down at Kenny. `` You scared of me, are you ? ``

'' No ! '' Kenny shouted, glaring up at him.

'' No, sir, '' Frank said, and laughed as he clouted the boy on the top dog with the brown report bag.

'' Ouch ! '' Kenny yelped. Whatever was inside the bag felt concentrated and soft at the same time. It had wrapped around the rachis of his head, the end of it slapping against his ear.

'' You had no birdsong to hit him ! '' oleomargarine protested.

Ignoring her, dog tapped the top of Kenny 's head with the bag-concealed object. `` Say sir when you answer your elders, boy. Did n't your mama teach you no manners ? ``

'' No, sir ! '' Kenny hissed. `` But I 'm still not scared of you ! ``

Frank let out a howl of delighted laugh and tousled Kenny 's sandy, neatly trimmed hair. `` Good ! I like that. You 're all right, son. Damned if I do n't consider me and you 'll get on okay, after all. '' He set the bottle on the level and approached oleo with the bag held out in front of him. `` Bought you a show, baby. ``

Unsurely Marge reached for the bag, her face brightening a little.

He pushed her manus aside. `` Huh-uh, you do n't get it till later tonight. ``

'' What did you get me ? '' she asked. It was the kickoff present he 'd ever bestow her, and she was pleased despite the fact that he 'd been drinking and was in a rough, playful mood. He had n't really suffer Kenny. In fact, he seemed to be growing fond of her son.

'' You 'll find out when I give it to you, '' he replied, his green eyes dancing mischievously as he poked her lightly in the belly with the end of the bag-hidden clause. `` I think you 'll like it, too, '' he added. Suddenly his paw darted lower. He stuck the bag up under her mini-dress and rubbed it against her crotch.

'' dear, do n't ! '' she squealed, slapping at his arm as she jerked her hips backward. `` Kenny 's watching us ! ``

A burst of male person laughter rumbled like thunder in the petite john. `` Yeah, baby, sure, '' he grunted, turning away from her. He picked up the fifth, uncapped it and took a punch from the bottle. Then he wiped his mouthpiece with the back of his hand and offered the bottle to Marge.

After what she 'd been through today, she needed a drink, but she shook her promontory no, not wanting to salute in forepart of her son directly from a bottle.

frankfurter dropped the bag. It hit the flooring with a rattle of paper and a dull thump, bouncing once. He pushed the fifth at her. `` Do n't be that way, baby. Daddy wants to observe. You got to becharm up with me if we 're gon na have any fun tonight. take on a deglutition. ``

'' Not in strawman of Kenny, '' margarine said.

'' Not in figurehead of Kenny ! '' Frank mocked. He shoved the fifth at her. `` I said bring a drink, bedamn it ! ``

'' honey, please, not out of the bottle, at least ! '' she whined, backing away.

'' Out of the feeding bottle 's good enough for you when we 're by ourselves and, by damn, it 's good enough for you now, '' he insisted as he backed her into the corner. He cupped the back of her head, tilting the nursing bottle as he pressed its cervix against her closed sassing. A trickle of whiskey ran down her chin, Marge making disturbance of protest in her pharynx as she wrestled ineffectively with his bottle-wielding arm. `` drive a deglutition or I 'll decant it in your fuzz ! ``

Marge whimpered as she fitted her mouth to the rim of the bottleful and allowed the strong-tasting gold fluid to swamp her mouth. She felt cheap for letting him pressure it on her, but it was better to take in one beverage and humor him than to stubbornly refuse and hold him sullen and angry for the eternal sleep of the evening.

It burned all the way down her throat. dog was not a connoisseur of very well strong drink. He liked to booze it up but he always bought whatever stain of rotgut the pot likker store happened to possess on cut-rate sale when he went in.

'' That 's decent ! '' she gasped, finally managing to tug away the bottleful after he 'd poured three large gulping of the fiery liquid down her. She had n't eaten all day. The eighty-proof whiskey hit her evacuate stomach and sent a warm lambency emanating out from it. She was already getting tipsy as she tore off various sheets of toilet tissue with which to blob her sass and booze-streaked chin. `` I hope you 're gratify. undecomposed Almighty, Frank, you 've got me half-drunk already. ``

'' You 're more fun that way, sister, '' he said, and swatted her playfully on the butt.

oleomargarine giggled., When he took her in his arms, she protested only halfheartedly, then gave up and opened her mouth for him as he pulled up her dress and fondled her lavender-pantied buttocks in full view of her clean-handed young son. His prick sprang up to a wax erection and, for some unusual reason, it gave her a twist charge to see the formula of bedevil jealousy on Kenny 's face as she clung to Frank, sucking his natural language, letting him find up her ass and rub his cover girl fat dick against her flip-flopping belly.

'' Now that was n't so bad, was it ? '' Frank asked, when at long conclusion he broke their spit-swapping osculation and held Marge out at arm 's duration to look at her.

Her face took on an odd niggling smile as she shook her head.

'' What are you grinning about ? ``

'' I dunno, '' she chuckled. `` I just feel like it. ''

'' Good. You feel like going out to eat ? observe a small ? ``

She nodded. `` I 'd like that. ``

'' Got ta have a bathtub and a shaving first, '' Frank said, and he began undressing. `` Kid, you about through with the tub ? ``

'' Honey, wait. I 'll get Kenny out of the tub and clean it for you, so you can get the bathroom all to yourself. weenie ! Do n't divest yet ! ``

But Frank paid her no mind. He stripped in front end of her and Kenny, the boy 's soulful brown eyes nearly bugging out of his nous when he got a good look at the burly redhead 's fully erected seven-inch penis and the vast, copper-haired nutsac dangling below it. `` What 're you gawkin'at, kid ? What'sa'matter, you never seen a hard cock before ? ``

'' hotdog, please ! '' Marge wailed, jumping in front of the man as she held outdoors a towel for her son to step into. `` He 's just a short boy ! ``

'' Yeah, '' wiener laughed, `` but he 's gettin'a few ideas of his own, I 'm thinkin'. Take a flavor at how that petty pecker of his is standin'at care. ``

Hurriedly Marge wrapped the towel around Kenny and whisked him from the john, her impudence stinging with embarrassment. `` For God 's sake, Frank, barricade it, '' she called over her shoulder. `` Do n't tantalise him that way ! It 's not goodish, honey ! ``

'' Yeah, sure, baby, anything you say, '' Frank readily agreed, his resonant voice booming lightheartedly through the apartment. `` Guess I did get a slight out of line there. Sorry about that. ``

'' well, I should suppose so, '' Marge muttered to herself as she began toweling her son dry. `` The very estimation ! '' Then it hit her - wiener had agreed with her, had actually yielded to her Lake Superior judgment in affair of decency for once - and she smiled, thinking that at finish her tenacious efforts to round off away his bumpy edges and release him into a man were beginning to pay off.

Little did margarin suspect what sort of libidinous fantasies were going on at that moment in the filthy judgement of her horny lover, however, lurid things involving her, perverted sex acts that would work the upsetting incident in the bathroom seem like a Dominicus schooling academic term by comparison.

CHAPTER FIVE

The exclusively fomite Frank owned was the brisk jury hand truck in which he stored and transported his ladders and other painting equipment. It looked somewhat out of place as he pulled into the parking lot of a supper social club noted for their first-class steak dinners and nosed into a parking space between a low-slung fun car and a gleaming new Cadillac.

oleo would 've preferred to come at such an expensive place by hack, but the whiskey was having its effect on her so hotdog 's old hand truck did n't hinder her as much as it might have. Once inside, thanks to the modern custom of everyday clothes, she felt only slightly conspicuous because of Frank 's Levi 's, loud sportsman shirt and drag cowboy boots. His face and hands were a bit leathery from photo to the sun and wind, and oleomargarine fancifully imagined that the well-groomed people around them were mistaking wienerwurst for a wealthy, eccentric young rancher who could n't care less what anyone mentation of his appearance, for indeed he did n't give a damn how he looked and his boisterous manner proved it.

'' About meter, '' he gibed good-naturedly when the scantily-clad waitress came to engage their edict. `` Grandma was slow but she was old ; what 's your excuse ? ``

'' I 'm incapacitate, sir, '' the youthful woman shot back at him pleasantly. `` I 'm built too shut down to the priming coat. It sort of slows me down. ``

hotdog 's nail laughter momentarily drowned out the dinner medicine and conversation around them. `` You 're built, all right, short stuff. ``

Marge felt like sliding down under the table.

The waitress smiled politely : `` Would you like to order now, sir ? ``

'' Yeah, give us each a T-bone with all the trimmings. The outdo you got. ``

'' I can feed you a child 's collection plate for the boy, '' the waitress said, her pencil poised above her pad.

'' Nah, do n't shortchange my buddy there. reach him the whole caboodle. If he do n't eat it all, we can take the leaving home to goose in a doggy bag, right, Kenny boy ? ``

Kenny nodded. `` His name 's Bobo, '' he corrected.

'' zany fits him adept, '' frank grinned. `` He 's a buffoon like short stuff here. ``

The waitress was no longer smiling. `` How would you like your steak, sir ? ``

'' culture medium rare, all three of 'em. That 's the only way to eat undecomposed steak. ``

The waitress looked questioningly at Marge, who nodded understanding although she would 've preferred hers and Kenny 's steaks to be cooked well done.

'' Would you like to order cocktails or wine now ? ``

'' I 'll have a dry martini, '' margarine said. She was mortified by hotdog 's lack of fashion in such a posh place as this. `` On second view, '' she added, `` please micturate that a twofold. ``

'' Hey, that 's the spirit, child, '' Frank said, much too loudly. `` Live it up. ``

'' A stunt man for you, too, sir ? ``

'' Hell, no, I do n't go for that project material. wreak me a cold bottleful of Coors, and a Coke for the kid. That courtship you, Kenny, old buddy ? ``

Kenny looked at his female parent. She usually made him drink milk with his meal. `` Is that okeh, Mama ? Can I have a coke this clip ? Or do I have to drink milk ? ``

'' for certain it 's okay, '' Frank told him without waiting for Marge to do. `` I said it was, did n't I ? ``

The boy got his nose candy with no objections from his mother. Marge was n't about to cross weenie for fear he would make a scene in public. Actually, Frank 's behavior was true to his character. It was just that here, in the midst of elegant environment and well-mannered people, margarin noticed it more. She felt as if they were stuck out like a sore thumb, and that everyone was secretly laughing at them.

When their nutrient came, Frank attacked his steak like a starved barbarian, actually picking up the ivory toward the end to uncouthly deplume off the remaining meat with his tooth. His atrocious table manners embarrassed Marge to the point where she ordered another reduplicate martini.

Thank good he did n't insert his napkin into his shirt collar for a bib, she thought. It was a mistake, coming here to eat. I 'll never let him wreak me to another nice place like this, until after we 're married and I 've taught him some dining etiquette.

When they left the supper lodge, Marge was well on her way to becoming potted.

'' What'a'ya say we park the kid at the flat and come back here to dance for a while ? '' wienerwurst suggested as he started the truck 's engine.

There 's no way you 're going to get me back in there, margarin felt like saying, but instead she begged off, explaining that she was pooped from job hunting all day. `` All I want to do is collapse on the couch and sound off off these brake shoe, and go to bed soon as the latterly news show is over. ``

'' Sure, baby, whatever you say, '' hotdog agreed, grinning to himself.

He stopped at a liquor store on the way home, bought another fifth of on-sale whiskey and a bottle of chilled wine.

'' Take Bobo down to the skittle alley so he can go to the bathroom, Kenny, and feed him the steak down there, '' oleomargarine said as they entered the apartment, and just as she 'd said she wanted to do, she plopped down on the couch and kicked off her shoes, sighing with alleviation as she rubbed one carry foot with the other.

Glasses rattled in the kitchen. Marge supposed Frank was making them a nightcap. Good, she thought fuzzily, I can use another potable. God, I 'm stock ! She lit a coffin nail and took a deep, lung-biting drag.

There was a nagging, troublesome question in the back of her brain. How could she sleep with the bounteous red-header and yet be ashamed of the big lug in world ? It had n't occurred to her that the harm of being deserted by her husband had caused her to latch onto the commencement seemingly strong man who appealed to her, or that her attraction to frank might be nil to a greater extent than animal magnetic force due to her sex-starved experimental condition when they 'd beginning met.

Kenny and Bobo were reentering the apartment when frank returned to the sustenance elbow room carrying three water meth. He had rotgut on the tilt for margarine and himself, and a mild, sweet red wine for Kenny. He told oleomargarine it was strawberry soda pop but winked conspiratorially at the boy as he handed him the glass.

Although he did n't know what his meth contained, one sip was enough to convince Kenny that he liked it. He grinned and winked back at frank. First a Coke with his supper and now this, whatever it was, that frankfurter wanted him to have but hinted that his mother must n't have it away what it really was because if she knew she would n't let him take it. They were putting something over on her, him and Frank, and Kenny was beginning to wish the big man. Frank had called him his brother, and the way he was treating him now made the boy feel big and important.

In no time the wine had Kenny feeling all warm and funny-like on the inside. After he gave a span of inappropriate giggles, oleomargarine smelled a rat and took a sip from his glass.

'' Why, that 's wine ! '' she cried. `` Frank, how could you ? He 's only nine ! ``

With a volley of laughter, dog told her, `` Do n't get your bowels in an brouhaha, baby. It 's just Strawberry Hill. Only nine per centum alcoholic beverage. Now can that bruise him ? Hell no, so pipe down and let my buddy have a short fun, too. We 're celebrating, retrieve ? ``

'' But I do n't need Kenny drinking ! '' she wailed, and started to get up with Kenny 's half-full meth and her nearly empty one in her hands.

'' You know what your problem is, oleo ? hotdog drawled, holding her down on the lounge between himself and Kenny. `` You 're too damned sober. ``

'' I 'm half wino and you know it, '' Marge. protested. `` Let me up, wiener. It 's time for the news. I want to turn on the TV. ``

'' Piss on the news, '' he said. `` What you need is another drink. '' He wrenched the glasses from her hired man, gave Kenny back his wine-colored, and instead of refilling Marge 's glass, he picked up the fifth part of whisky and held it to her mouth. `` seminal fluid on now. Open up and take a drink for daddy. You 're all uptight, baby. It 'll help you slow down. ``

Marge took a swallow to humour him.

But Frank was n't letting her off that easy. He cupped the back of her top dog, the way he 'd done in the bathroom earlier, and kept the bottle, perhaps a tertiary full-of-the-moon, pitch against her lips, his resonant voice droning, `` That'a girl. Take another deglutition. Another. Do n't cease now, sister. A little more. You know you need it. Just one Sir Thomas More sup. Come on, it 'll do you feel better. ``

'' Unn ... glub, glub ... noom ... glub, glub ... UNN-NNNN ... glub, glub ... HUH-UHHHHH ... glub, glub ... UNN, UNN ... glub, glub, glub. '' She struggled and whimpered, thrashing about desperately, but it did her no good.

His hamlike paw held her principal securely as he eased the neck of the bottle into her mouth and poured the fiery liquid down the pharynx of the piteously protesting char, forcing her to choke or swallow.

The burning sensation in her rapidly working throat brought tears to Marge 's oculus. Frantically she dug her fingernails into the wrist of his bottle-wielding arm, causing him to wince and murmur a curse, but he did n't let up on her. When at last he pulled the bottle from her sass, it was empty.

'' MY GOD ! '' she croaked, and plunged her typeface into her workforce, coughing and sputtering, fighting to catch her breathing space. `` YOU MADE ... ME DRINK ... IT ALL ! ``

'' Was n't much left anyway, '' he chuckled. `` Do n't worry about it, sugar. Got another full one right here beside the couch. Want a slug out of it ? ``

'' Goddamn it, wienerwurst ! NO ! '' she husked, her hands shaking as she angrily fired up a cigarette. The way was spinning around her. Her throat felt raw. There was a balefire in her stomach. She feared she was going to be sloppy drunk before she even finished her smoke. `` Why the Scheol did you have to pullulate all that booze down me ? ! '' she wailed, batting her eyelids in an attempt to bring in her tear-misted vision.

wienerwurst winked at Marge 's tipsy son as he took her in his implements of war, cuddling her tenderly but offering no exculpation for his action. By the clip she finished her cigarette, she was stoned out of her gourd vine, which was exactly the way Frank wanted her.

He began working her up, hugging her, Frenching her ear and stroking the nylon-sheathed columns of her longsighted, lovely pegleg. At number 1 marge protested that she did n't want her niggling boy to see them carrying on this way, but Frank repeatedly silenced her with kisses. oleomargarine pushed weakly at his pectus, then finally whimpered submissively and started sucking his knife as he fed it to her like a timid, slippery snake.

Awareness of her son 's comportment faded gradually from oleomargarine 's alcohol-dulled mind. She could n't remain furious with Frank, especially when she was in his masterly embrace, their tongues wrestling about in one another 's mouths while his hired hand wedged insistently between her knees. She allowed him to pry her legs apart and, clinging to him, she uttered a purring noise as his work-callused helping hand caressed its way slowly but surely up the inside of her closest thigh, his palm whistling faintly over the sheer nylon of her flesh-toned stocking.

The boy 's curious eyes were n't missing a affair. He had a rigorous, anxious half-smile on his unseasoned brass. The way frank kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, giving him an occasional wink, made Kenny feel that he was somehow a part of these inner goings on. He did n't know what to make of the way hotdog and his mother were behaving, but he was n't nearly so jealous this clip. He and wiener were buddies now, so as long as his mother did n't mind the way wienerwurst was kissing her and rubbing her leg, he guessed it was all right with him, too, although he could n't understand why having her leg rubbed would make his female parent squirm around so much and keep sighing all the time.

'' Mmmm, '' oleo murmured, when Frank began kneading the exposed luck of creamy-textured thigh above the topband of her hose.

For a moment Frank dallied stint inches short of his primary quill object glass, furtively watching the boy 's magnetise expression as he coaxed the mother 's shapely legs farther apart. When he was convinced that Kenny 's soulful Brown University oculus were riveted to the lust-inciting action mechanism of his hand, he cupped marge 's crotch and started stroking her clefted mound through the thin airstrip of secretion-moistened nylon of her lavender-colored panties.

'' Ooooh, '' she sighed, smiling with her middle closed as she spread her legs wider and savored the sensual joy of having her pussy petted.

She 'd completely block about her son by this time. She was drunk, hot and bothered, hardly knew where she was. oleomargarine had no idea how long Frank teased her panty-covered -box, but it was delicious, the kind of petting her married man used to generate her in the betimes Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of their wedlock. She was thoroughly enjoying this unaccustomed kickshaw. Far as she was touch on - she was feeling not thinking - she was perfectly content to have this dainty moment go on forever.

But this was n't hot dog 's intention. He had much bigger and - to him - better things on his vulgar mind. He was petting her puss for the same ulterior motive that 'd take in him force liquor down her. She was drunk enough for his design, all right wing, and now that he had her so worked up the crotchband of her panties was soaked with the slimy/slick cogent evidence of her passionate desire, it was fourth dimension to move on.

He broke their tongue-entangled osculation and pecked along her cheek toward her ear, deliberately working his head in between her and the boy so as to shut off any potential view she might get to remind her Kenny was sitting on the couch with them. Knowing it would melt her, he covered her ear with his oral fissure and poke in his hot tongue, swirling it around wetly in the delicate whorls.

'' Ouuu, papa ! '' she whimpered, hugging him tight.

'' Raise that odoriferous ass, child, '' he whispered. `` Let me get those damned panties off you. ``

The toes of her stockinged animal foot pressed down into the threadbare carpet as she used the level for purchase to lift her rear end for him.

Swiftly he hiked her mini-dress up to her trim waist and hooked the fingers of both hands into the elastic waistband of her sheer pantie. The edge of his front teeth captured her erogenous earlobe, making her frisson and groan with desire as he tugged her panties over the flare of her rosehip and whisked the protective unmentionable down the alluring bender of her upraised, slightly parted ramification. He pushed her lace-trimmed briefs past her knees and let the weighting of their secretion-drenched crotchband pull them on down to her feet.

'' That hot twat 's good and juicy now, ai n't it ?'he breathed.

'' Uh-huh ! '' she cooed, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she kicked away her lavender drawers.

'' Got you expert and hot, have I ? ``

'' I 'll say ,'she moaned, and fastened her oral cavity leechlike to his pharynx, biting him and sucking his flesh.

'' That 's it, sister, '' he encouraged, grinning at Marge 's naive but agitate young son as he pushed her legs panoptic apart and tugged her squirming rump out to the edge of the cushion. `` Brand me with your love fool. ``

Motioning for Kenny - who 'd already land up his wine-colored and set the chalk on the floor - to be calm down, Frank took the tipsy lad 's hand and ran it up his mother 's nylon-clad thigh. He drew it high, working it in a circular motility over the warm, creamy skin of her perspiration-moistened inner thigh above the whirligig of her stockings.

Kenny 's eyes were like dish aerial now, his body shaking with a variety of strange, frighteningly herculean emotions which he 'd never experienced before. The quoin of his fearfully trembling lips were curled up in a tight, faint-hearted grin of uncertainty. With with child difficultness he ripped his hypnotic regard from the fascinating hirsute crack between his mother 's legs and glanced up questioningly at the big redheaded man.

'' It 's all right, '' Frank mouthed silently, his green eyes glinting devilishly from the charge he was getting out of this. `` Do you desire to finger her pussy ? '' his brim asked wordlessly.

'' I do n't know ! '' Kenny replied in kind, whispering just a tiny bit on the last word. He did want to, but he was scared. His mother had always been careful to keep that character of herself hidden from him, so he knew it was a hole-and-corner, forbidden blank space. And by the stealthy way Frank was acting, he could tell they were doing something naughty to his mother, something she would never tolerate if she knew what wienerwurst was up to.

But Frank did n't leave the conclusion up to the boy. This was one of his debase fantasies and he was too shut to seeing it number straight to stop now. As a boy of 12, Frank used to dream of playing with that hairy hole between his own female parent 's legs, and later, in his teens, of fucking it ; he 'd never gotten the probability to do either, but the thought of any kid diddling his own old ma'am made Frank raging to see it happening.

The fact that Kenny was scared shitless only made it all the more exciting for Frank as he forced the minor 's small, loath hand the rest period of the way up between her peg and brushed it against the puffy, dark-brown folds of her vulnerable, secretion-moistened sex slot.

Kenny whimpered and sucked in his intimation, but it went unheard because of marge 's nasal bone sigh of yearning. Had she realized the vile trick that was being pulled on her, she would 've been shocked to the core of her inhibited being. In her pose state of lustful desire, however, oleomargarine 's alcohol-dulled mind failed to detect the divergence between the disparately proportioned hands of her lover and son.

And Frank took entire reward of the libidinous situation, too. Excitedly he guided the boy 's hand over the mother 's privates, combing the tiny, trembling fingers through the potato chip, dreary brown roll adorning the womanly heap above her distended vulval possibility, forcing them to stroke up and down through the slippery folds of Marge 's butterball labia before he finally sank two of Kenny 's timid finger's breadth into the velvety effeminateness of her hectic, sticky-wet pussy.

'' Mmmmmm ! '' Marge moaned, still clinging to Frank and sucking his neck.

'' Do you like that ? '' Frank asked aloud, watching the expression on Kenny 's case as it mirrored the lad 's sudden rush of fervour. `` It feels right, do n't it ? ``

Kenny nodded, and oleomargarine, thinking dog 's interrogative was meant for her, quit sucking his neck long enough to say, `` Mmmm, it sure does ! '' Then her sass pressed hungrily to a new hunk of neckflesh and she drew it into her rima oris to wet-nurse and chew.

'' Jesus Christ, this is rich ! '' dog chortled, and he started masturbating the unsuspecting mother with her son 's finger's breadth. After a XII or so pumping move, he asked, `` You got the idea now ? '' and when Kenny nodded, he released the kid 's wrist and left him on his own.

While the tipsy child eagerly finger-fucked his beatify mother, Frank slipped his hands behind her and began undressing her. He had her dress unzipped and her bra unhooked before it dawned on Marge that both his hands were meddling divesting her of her dress. But her alcohol- and lust-fogged brain was too sulky to immediately grasp what was going on. Pondering how one of Frank 's hands could, be in two seat at the Lapplander metre, she quit sucking on his neck and murmured, `` Frank ? Frank ? '' as she drew back her head, blinking to get him in focus.

'' Yeah, child ? '' He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

'' You 've got ... both paw behind me ... have n't you ? '' Her spoken language faltered due to her drunken condition, but her tidings themselves were only slightly slurred.

'' Yeah, speculation I have at that, '' he admitted, his voice quavering with the want to bring out loose and vent his subvert glee.

'' But you 're still ... how can you be ... ? '' oleo 's vocalization trailed off as her soggy brain prison cell filtered out the the true of the matter. If Frank had both manpower behind her back, then the hand between her wooden leg could n't possibly belong to him. It had to be individual else 's ... and there was only one other soul 's it could be. `` Oh, no ! '' she moaned, suddenly recalling that her son had been sitting beside her when Frank had begun loving her up. She did n't want to believe what her judgement told her had to be happening. Not her own son ! It just could n't be !

'' Oh, yeah ! '' wiener howled as he pulled away from her abruptly and jerked her head down, presenting her with an unobstructed horizon of the action between her legs.

The shock of discovering that it was her son 's small hand pumping all that carnal joy into her raise snatch left oleo stunned speechless for what seemed like an timelessness but was actually only seconds. It was insanely repellant, too horribly perverted for words. Kenny was jabbing his modest fingerbreadth in and out of her like a piddling fiend, the grin on his childish expression reminding her of the Prince of Darkness himself ; and despite the revulsion of her outraged mind, Marge 's feverish pussy insisted that it felt absolutely marvelous anyway !

'' OH, NO ! MY GOD, NOOOH ! OH, MY GODDD ! ! '' she wailed, and with righteous indignation she shoved Kenny away and hurled herself up from the couch of her shame, intending to release on frankfurter and claw his oculus out for degrading her and her innocent son in such a despicable fashion.

But she had no strength, and treasured little control of her muscles. To marge 's give tongue to consternation, she heard Frank laughing like a fool as she found herself staggering crazily about the tilting room in a desperate endeavour to maintain her equilibrium. She lost. Her rubber-kneed wooden leg gave way and her ass hit the floor with a jolting thud. `` OOOFF ! '' she grunted, and helpless as a new-sprung baby, she toppled ignominiously onto her English, her unzipped dress having slipped down off her berm by this time.

margarin felt dizzy and weak. It took gravid effort just to struggle up into a sitting position. In the mental process, her unzipped dress slipped down nearly to her waist, trapping her arms at her side of meat. She jerked at her frock, trying to pull it back up. Her movement caused the shoulder strap of her unhooked bra to slip down from her shoulders, and the freed bra cups spilled her froth rubber falsies into her lap.

'' Shit ! '' she wailed in frustration, and began crying.

Her pilus was mussed up. She was one-half undressed, in a state of total confusedness, sobbing with angriness and humiliation. The flowage of salty rip liquefied her mascara. It began running in zagged, darkness brown streaks down her quivering flannel cheeks.

Bobo, who 'd been investigating Kenny 's sudden appearance on the story beside him, walked over to margarin now, his tail wagging, and began licking her face.

'' Goddamn it, get away ! '' she whined, and extricating her arms from her fallen dress and bra, she shoved the German language shepherd with one script and slapped at his head with the other.

Normally Kenny felt sorry for his mother when she cried, but not this clip. His feelings were hurt by the way she 'd yelled and shoved him off the couch. And he was mad at her, too. Long as she 'd remember it was weenie playing with her old pussy, she 'd liked it ; but she 'd thrown a fit soon as she saw it was him doing it. Her reaction had made the boy almost insanely green-eyed again. It was n't Frank who was trying to shut out him out of their relationship ; it was her ! No issue what his female parent had said, the wine-high nipper was now convinced that she loved Frank better than she did him. He was furious with her. If she let frank recreate with her pussy, why would n't she let him ? Especially since frankfurter did n't mind, and must have even wanted him to, for the man had put his script on her there and showed him how to do it.

Frank was bent over double now, pointing at marge, laughing uproariously and slapping his knee joint. And frank was Kenny 's chum, so the boy began imitating the man.

'' That'a boy, '' Frank told him. `` You want'a ass her ? ``

'' Huh ? '' Kenny had heard the word, but he did n't hump what it meant.

'' Put your putz in her cunt and ticker it in and out, the way you saw me doing this mornin'. You want to ? ``

Kenny shrugged. He sort of wanted to try that, but he was afraid his mother would n't care it.

'' Maybe I 'll let you, '' Frank said, picking up the unopened 5th beside the couch as he returned his attention to Marge, who at that consequence fell again, cursing, as she was trying to get up. Her frock had slid down to her knees and tripped her.

Frank thought it was hilarious. He laughed so intemperately tears formed in his center as he twisted off the bottle cap, breaking the seal as he did so. When he lifted the bottle, taking various large pulls of the gaudy whiskey, he could n't shut off his laughter completely. Some of the rotgut ran down his chin and dribbled off onto his lap.

'' Potent stuff ! '' he croaked, and offered the bottle to Kenny as he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

The lad took the bottle. Imitating his `` buddy, '' he raised it to his backtalk and filled his oral cavity with the fiery liquidity. His centre snapped wide surface and he spewed the whiskey back out. `` Bleah ! ``

'' Yeah, know what you mean, kid ! '' Frank guffawed.

Abruptly he snatched the fifth part from Kenny 's hired hand and recapped it. He quit laughing. His human face took on an evil smirk as he set the bottle on the base and reached under the sofa for the composition bag he 'd enshroud there earlier, the one he 'd said contained a present for Marge.

'' Hey, oleo, '' he called, waving the bag at her as he got up off the couch, staggering a piffling, and started toward her. `` meter for me to give you your acquaint, sister. ``

'' You know what ... you can do with ... your darned present ! '' she muttered without looking up. She 'd managed to push herself up into a kneeling side. The hem of her mini-dress was trapped beneath her human knee. She was tugging at it, futilely attempting to pull it back up over her exposed tits.

The six-foot-three Melanerpes erythrocephalus weaved his way over to the kneeling, pitiful-looking, half-naked cleaning lady. Her mascara streaked cheeks made her flavor like a merry andrew, what with her disheveled brunet pilus framing her face in such a mussed-up manner. He lifted his leg, placed the sole of his scuffed cowboy boot on her bare shoulder and toppled her over to the level again.

'' Goddamn you ! '' she whined, landing in a very undignified heap on her side.

With the pointed toe of his boot, Frank nudged Marge onto her back. Then he dropped to his knee, straddling her middle, and opened the brown composition bag. His green centre. glinted with perverted lust as he whipped out her `` present '' and showed it to her.

oleomargarine stared in dismay disbelief. The object dog held in his deal was the most obscene thing she 'd ever seen. It was a vast artificial cock, easily a metrical unit long and as big around as margarin 's wrist. The fountainhead was nearly the size of her fist. It was made of a dull-sheened, sooty rubber, the body of which simulated an erected phallus. The shaft was festooned with prominent, vein-like ridgeline. The massive, mushrooming headway had a pencil-sized hollow in the end of it, from which an spiritual world plastic tube traversed the marrow of the shaft, connecting the glans with a golosh bulb that served as a single, fantastic nut. Beyond the flared basis of the shaft, there was a narrow-minded handle, by which wienerwurst held the monster dildo.

'' Where did you get that ... that monstrosity ? !'Marge gasped.

'' Friend of mine 's got a dental lab, '' he said with a lecherous grin. `` Had him make it special for you, baby. You like it ? Want'a kiss it before I give it to you ? ''

CHAPTER SIX

'' dog, nooh ! You ca n't be ... sober ! Good God Almighty, that thing ... would divide me ! ``

'' Horseshit. Ai n't you been tellin'me how you wish mine was a base long and twice as big around ? Well, that 's exactly the size of it I had my old pal shuffling this for you. ``

'' But-but ... I did n't mean it ! '' she wailed.

'' Aw, arrive off it, margarin. You ca n't bullshit an old bullshitter like me. You know damned well you want this crammed up that hot little belly of yours, and you might as well admit it, 'cause I 'm gon na give it to you whether you do or not. ``

'' Frank, please ! I did n't think of IT ! ``

'' You want'a clout it first ? Get it nice and sleek down with spit ? '' he asked, and pushed the bluntly rounded end of the coal-black head between her tremulous red oral petals.

Marge swung her arm and knocked the offensive thing away from her oral fissure. `` hitch IT, hot dog ! I DO N'T KNOW ... WHAT 'S GOT INTO YOU TONIGHT ... BUT THIS INSANITY HAS ... GONE TOO DAMNED FAR ALREADY ! NOW farewell ME ALONE ! ``

'' You fuckin'slut ! '' he hissed, and slapped her intemperately, his palm effecting a meretricious SPLAT as it contacted her cheek and snapped her head to the position. `` Where do you get off talkin'to me like that ? You said you wanted one a foot long and twice as big around as mine ! wellspring, goddamn it, woman, I paid effective money to give birth this made for you ! Just exactly the way you said you wished my cock was ! And I intend to use it on you ! At least once ! Even if I have to hogtie you to do it ! You understand me ? ``

Marge nodded fearfully, blinking up at him through tear-misted eyes. `` But, Frank, I ca n't ... possibly ta-take that thing ! '' she whined. `` Have n't you done enough ... to me already ? What are you ... trying to do ? Kill my love for you ? ``

'' A big fat dick is all you love ! '' he slurred cruelly. He 'd had too much to salute now, too, and the whiskey was bringing out the mean streak in him, the side of his personality that margarine had only caught glimpses of before. `` Well, by damn, I got a whopper of a one for you, and you 're GON NA TAKE IT ! ``

He ripped her expensive dress off her, ruining it forever. All the cringing fair sex had on now was her garter smash and nylon stockings. To Frank, she was more sexy-looking that way than she ever could be bare-assed raw, so he left her feminine hose and their back garment on her. He pried apart her wooden leg and knelt between them, then leaning over her, he captured a tender tit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down on it sadistically. When her mouth flew open to holler, he stuffed the huge head of the ugly dildo into it.

'' Suck it, bitch ! '' he hissed. `` Suck on that black motherfucker or I 'll tear this little girl 's titty plumb off you ! ``

The way he was yanking her breast around by the nipple, it felt to Marge as if he were already tearing it out by the roots. Great flashing of searing botheration blasted through her. Her cunt gave an-involuntary gulp, ejecting an equally unvoluntary surge of clear cuntal juices.

God help me ! she groaned inwardly, for the sudden burst of sexual hurting made her thrill with masochistic delight. The perverted bliss of it overwhelmed her.

Yes, yes ! shoot down it off me ! she felt like yelling as, her son and her sense of decency forgotten, she grabbed the dildo 's thick shaft with both manpower. Her slender gabardine fingers tried in vain to completely encompass the wrist-thick black rod. She began slavishly sucking the vulgar read/write head, her lenient red mouth fighting to take more than of the dildo into her mouth.

Evidently the galosh was n't fully cured, for it had a raw, penetrating sea tang to it. oleomargarine did n't mind the fetid taste of it. She was totally caught up in her fit of masochistic transport. So long as frank kept hurting her tits, he was her master and she was his sniveling slave.

When he turned loose of the condom phallus, she held it herself and kept sucking it fervently. He grabbed her other nipple and started jerk at both of her tender tittles.

'' Lick it ! '' he ordered. `` Coat it with spit ! ``

Immediately she obeyed, pulling the bulbous head from her mouth with a loud, lascivious slurping noise. `` OH, shite, THIS IS INSANE ! '' she said, as her pink tongue began lapping lewdly at the obscene black putz, applying saliva which she knew was to do as a lubricator when he tried to block the monster up her. `` BUT DO N'T arrest ! AAAGGGHHHH ! hurt ME, HHUURRTT MMEEEE ! ! ! ``

She was n't the first of his girlfriends to beg for more in the hotness of passion. He wondered how marge would claim to a respectable whipping with his broad, silver-studded bang. Then he decided, Nah, not in social movement of her kid. I 'll save that for some early time. It 's roughing up her bosom that turns Marge on the most ! So he continued to penalise her breasts, making her moan and whimper piteously as she gladly licked every in of the Black horsecock he 'd make up for her public treasury the entire putz and glans glistened wetly with a application of her slippery, bubbly spit.

When he was satisfied with the way she 'd prepared it for her puss, Frank released oleo 's tits, grasped the dildo by its handle and wrenched it out of her workforce. The testicular medulla was filled with milk, to which clear gelatin had been added to yield it a cummy consistency. Aiming the glans at her nozzle, Frank compressed the medulla and sent a flow of the gluey nub splattering over her face.

oleomargarine did n't complain or even ask what it was. All she did was whimper submissively and bat her eyes. If she had any desire to wipe the glutinous blotch off her face, she failed to act on it.

'' It wo-wo n't fit ! '' she stammered, when Frank began working the forefront of the hard-rubber cockhead into the impossibly small opening between her pushed-apart legs.

'' I 'll ready it fit, baby, '' he replied huskily, his hands shaking with inflammation as he watched the immense glans sinking into the yielding sissiness of her well-lubricated cuntal orifice.

'' AAAGGGHHHH ! PLEASE, frankfurter, NOOH ! YOU 'RE TEARING ME ! '' she whined.

Only the movement one-half of the mushrooming cap was into her, and her chocolate-brown labia were already stretched tautly about it.

'' Do n't sweat it, baby ! '' weenie told her, although the firm/soft barb was beginning to bow as he increased the pressure. `` kitty-cat 'll extend a mi 'fore it 'll bust an inch ! ``

Beads of travail were forming on Frank 's upper lip and forehead as he grasped the front end part of the shaft with his left hand and began pushing harder, trying to push her oviform slot open with the gigantic drumhead of the unreal penis.

'' AAAARRGGHHHH ! '' margarin groaned, her heels and handwriting digging at the threadbare carpet as she scooted backward in a excited attempt to miss the unbearable annoyance in her loins.

'' HOLD STILL, GODDAMN IT ! TAKE IT, proceeds IT ! '' the redhead hissed as he crawled after her, jabbing the dildo cruelly at her elusive crack.

Each time he tried to lug it up her, the massive crown sank a fraction of an in deeper into her hairy hole, dilating her secreting gap a bantam bit more. By the sentence margarine 's head hanged against the couch, addling her momentarily, her suffering cuntflesh had been stretched sufficiently to take all but the flared base of the mushrooming knob.

With winner in sight and Marge temporarily unable to defend herself, Frank redoubled his efforts, callously disregarding the woman 's obvious, extreme irritation as he grunted and shoved, grunted and shoved, making her howler out in torture from the barbarity of his repeated attempts to aim the fistlike cockhead into her tiny, pain-wracked pussy.

The German sheepman growled menacingly and bared his teeth. Frank ignored the animal 's threat. Kenny, who now feared for his mother 's living, leaped onto her tormentor 's back and, yelling for him to depart her alone, began beating the man about the drumhead and articulatio humeri with his small, ineffective fists. Frank did n't seem to realize he was being attacked.

stew was pouring down dog 's side now. The cords stood out along the sides of his neck. His Green oculus were vitrified with sadistic lust. If it killed Marge, he was n't going to let up until he 'd buried the enormous rubber dong up inside her quaking, perspiration-sheened body.

'' MERCY ! honey GOD ... rich person MERCY ON MEEE ! '' oleo begged. The red-hot pain of it blinded her. She was sure he was ripping her mole apart. `` I CA-CA N'T STAND THIS ! FRANK ! STOP ! PUL-EEZZZEEE SSTTOOPPP ... OH, GOD, GOD ... YOU'RE- SPLITTING ME ... WIDE OPEN ! UNNN-GGAAAHHHHH ! IT 'S TOO BIG ! I CA N'T ... TTAAKKEEE IITTT ! ! ``

Frank 's typeface was as squirm with lustfulness as oleo 's was with the horrible agony he was inflicting upon her. short circuit of the dog actually attacking him, which it did n't look that Bobo was savage enough to do, nothing could stop the mightily redhead from attaining his shocking goal.

poor Marge 's suffering cuntlips were stretched to the limit of tissue-paper leanness when finally the topknotted coronal ridge at the arse of the doorknob-sized crownwork burst through her cringing portal.

'' NAAAA-GGAAAAHHHHHHHHH ! ! '' she cried, her soundbox jerking reflexively as her elastic labia snapped down around the ` invading shaft, locking the grievous cockhead securely inside her too-small pussy.

The impulse of wienerwurst 's venomous thrust brought his dildo-gripping left hand crashing against Marge 's fret and secretion-moistened crotch, causing him to grunt and her to scream : `` AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE ! ! '' Then she sucked in her breathing space raggedly, her vanquished torso shuddering helplessly as she heaved a guttural moan, `` AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH ! ! ``

Now that he had the head and a fraction of the beam into her, Frank paused. `` Get off my back, Kenny, old buddy, '' he told the boy. `` I 'm not hurting your mama. She likes it. Do n't you like it, marge ? ``

'' OHHHHHHHH ! '' margarine moaned, absently licking her sassing as the reflexion on her brass began to alter. The bellying glans was inside her, and the shaft, although its circumference was twice that of a man 's SOB, was sufficiently less girthful by comparison to relieve the terrible strain of her brutally stretched vaginal entrance. To her astonishment, the searing pain in the neck vanished immediately and a flush of bittersweet carnal pleasure invaded her feverish loins.

'' Feels trade good now, do n't it ? '' Frank demanded.

'' Ohhh, you bastard ! '' she rasped. Her eyes blinked undefended, shimmering glassily as she focused upon the brutish redheaded woodpecker 's smirk countenance. Her confused son was standing behind him, peering intently over frank 's berm at her, his come to gaze darting back and Forth River from her nerve to her genitalia. She did n't want her innocent piddling boy to see her this way, but for some inexplicable grounds his presence only added to the illicit bang that was flooding over her and immersing her against her will in a vulgar mood of sheer sexual wantonness.

'' I knew that hot twat of yours could choose it, baby, '' Frank said. `` I 'm gon na slip it on into you now. You set up ? ``

He sank an inch of the unholy instrument into her, the vein-ridged irradiation making the gripping rope of her hair-rimmed orifice flutter submissively. Despite the sordidness of what he was doing to her, it did finger good, and there was nix Marge could do about it.

Unable to assist herself, the drunken married woman and mother closed her eyes to close out the shame-evoking sight of her son and, her torso chill with lewd delight, she heaved a whimper-like sob of unconditional yielding and spread her legs wider so as to give her two-timing devotee total access code to her vulnerable loins.

'' You like the way it feels ? Tell me, baby ! ''

'' Yesss ! Oh, I do ! '' she sighed.

'' I thought so, '' he gloated. `` You want Sir Thomas More ? ``

She nodded eagerly, her red sassing trembling with anticipation. Her fluted sex petal folded in around the oversize dick as he pushed two more inches of it into her slippery split.

'' More ! '' she gasped, the white Sun Myung Moon of her rump shaking as she squirmed with the importunity of her carnal desire.

He jiggled the artificial penis to tease her now that he had her wanting it, and told her, `` Speak up, baby. dad ca n't discover you. ``

'' more than ! '' she cried shamelessly. `` MORE, more than ! CHRIST, YOU 'RE GON NA ... RUIN ME WITH THAT thing, BUT I ... DO N'T charge NOW ! GIVE ME SOME ... MORE OF ITT ! ! ``

'' Now you 're talkin', minuscule tits ! '' he chortled, and jammed it to her.

The huge glans barreled up her close-fitting vagina, stretching the wet-velvet bulwark as they 'd never been stretched before. With a thumping that could be heard outside of her body, the bluntly rounded knob banged joltingly against the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus. It fairly took her breathing spell away.

'' AAAAHHHHHH, GODDD ! ! '' she puled, bowing up. Then she fell back chewing her lower lip, going, `` UNN ... UNN ... UNN ! '' as she sucked air hissingly through her teeth, for wienerwurst was grunting :

'' TAKE IT, squawk, take IT ! '' while he rammed the enormous rubber penis in and out of the dilated gap between margarine 's shaking, nylon-clad legs.

There was nothing she could do but take it. He was hurting her again, but this time the hurting was deep inside her, and so godawful good that she had no desire to cease him. The head of the mammoth dildo 's glans banged rapid-fire against the hypersensitive mouth of her womb each time he shoved it into her. She could feel it displacing her womb, pushing that most feminine of all her female person organs higher and higher up into her abdominal cavity.

'' Sir Thomas More ... AAAH, GOD ... MMOORREEE ! ! '' she cried raggedly.

It was incredible to Marge - who 'd always prided herself on being a lady - that she could even countenance much to a lesser extent respond to this petroleum type of blatantly repulsive misuse of her body, but she would n't abnegate that it was giving her the unfounded sexual thrill of her animation. That huge prick might be made of rubber but it felt real, and the glorious way it plumbed her depths was literally setting her on blast with sophisticate lust.

She opened her heart and gazed up at her vernal son, silently imploring the lad not to detest her for this. The boy did n't see her face, though. He was too busy gawking at her crotch in obvious enthrallment as weenie continued to plunge the glistening black dildo in and out of the haired gash between her twitching get down limbs.

'' GOD HELP US ! '' she wailed, realizing that her son was becoming stir, too. `` KENNY, DO N'T seem ! OHHH, OHHHHHH ! GO IN THE ... UNN-UUUNNNNNN ... bathroom ... AND close up THE .. DOOOORRR ! ! ``

'' Stay put, old buddy, '' Frank told him, and grinning evilly at Marge, he pulled the youngster down beside her and pushed his head to within a foot of her twat. `` Can you see skillful now, Kenny ? Watch your ma 's pussy ! See how it gobbles up this big motherfucker ! ``

Kenny was all eyes, his mouth hanging receptive in premature luxuria as he watched the giant hokey penis shuttling swiftly in and out of her fascinating pussy.

'' frank, NOOH ! '' Marge whined piteously. `` brand HIM GO AWAY ! DO N'T LET MY ... AHHHHH ... LITTLE BOY ... SEE ME ... OH, horseshit, SHITTTT ... the like TTHHIHSSS ! ! ``

The redhead delighted in hearing her beg, and her maternally concern - not at being hosed with a dildo but because he was jabbing it up her in front of her kid - made this particular fantasy-come-true all the more enjoyable for him. So far he 'd only been able to work nine of the rubber cock 's twelve inches into her small penile receptacle. Suddenly he jammed it into her extra operose, and a one-tenth column inch disappeared into the cringing circle of her hair-fringed orifice.

'' UUUNNNGGGHHHHHHHH ! ! ! '' Marge grunted, her red backtalk drawing back over her white teeth. It felt like he was ramming an arm up her, and it hurt so unbelievably good ! A tingle wracked her hectic, sweat-oozing body. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails dug into her palm, and moaning piteously, she flung an arm over her centre to shut out the guilt-evoking sight of her child 's lustful expression.

'' TAKE IT, TAKE IT ! '' frankfurter husked, the muscular tissue in his arm straining with the effort as he kept shoving the vast dildo up her.

'' AAAAH ... GOD, GOD ! '' Marge bleated, her wide-flung, nylon-encased pegleg shaking helplessly from the disorderliness of Frank 's depraved attempt upon her defenseless vagina.

The vein-ridged shaft sawed incessantly away at the flapping, tautly-stretched gang of her sex-wetted opening, its fistlike glans boring deeper into her belly with each new thrust. She had neither the strength nor the will to baulk her brutal lover 's ruinous assault. It made her experience like a ugly tramp for her son to see her this way, but her breathing time was coming in great sobbing gasps which made it unacceptable for her to even protest the indignity being perpetrated upon her.

Thump, thump, clunk ! The hard-rubber jacket of the mammoth dong battered away at her pinnace cervix, lengthening the barrelful of her silky cocktail dress as it pounded her womb in high spirits and higher up her abdominal cavity. It felt as if he were shoving it clean-cut up into her pectus !

And he damned near was, for she 'd been dilated to the power point where she was taking all but about a one-half an inch of the foot-long behemoth now. The vast size of the contrived member had rearranged her national organs and stretched the elastic walls of her hidden burrow almost to the limit of their endurance, but Frank would n't be satisfied until he 'd impaled her with the entire twelve inch of the jet black obscenity.

With the attainment of his lecherous goal in sight, the redhead began backing in after common inch of the wrist-thick rubber pole out of oleo, his green oculus glinting evilly, as he watched her inflamed sex petals draw out salaciously around the girth of the retreating, secretion-coated barb, as if they could n't brook to theatrical role with it for even a carve up bit now that they 'd been forced to accept it. The quivering ring of her ruby labia minora prevented discharge withdrawal, for they were gripping the ridged shaft so tightly that its bulgy glans was actually put away inside her vagina by the giglike flash of its large-minded chaplet rim. Frank gave a yoke of tugs, making margarine groan mournfully as her distended hole clung tenaciously to the huge Hammond organ. Then he gave up and allowed her to keep the glans, deciding it would be too a good deal trouble to work it back into her. He released the dildo 's handle ; mopping sweat off his brow as he reached for the fifth part of whiskey.

The weight of the hokey prick protruding from Marge 's genitalia caused it to droop swiftly until the testicular bulb contacted the have on carpet between her stock legs. The void it left inside her created a vacuity which began slowly sucking the odd shaft of the massive black instrument in through the tremulous portal of her juiced-up pussy. She was hanging on the verge of an climax, half out of her mind with bibulous lust.

'' OOOOH ! DO N'T STOP NOW, GODDAMN IT ! '' she pleaded, her tail clenching and relaxing as she rotated her rump wantonly. `` YOU 'VE ALREADY ... AAAAH ... RUINED ME, YOU dickhead ... SO PUT IT ... backrest IN ME ! OH, DADDY, DOOO ! SHOVE IT UP ... MY CCUUNNTTT ! ! ``

He recapped the bottle, blowing wind from the big, burning poke of rotgut he 'd downed. `` You go for that horsecock now, do you ? '' he taunted as he set the bottleful of booze aside.

'' YES, YES ... I LOVE IT ... CA N'T HELP IT ! '' she whined.

'' 'Course you ca n't avail it, infant, '' he gibed cruelly. `` Know why ? 'Cause you 're all cunt, that 's why ! Ai n't that right ? ``

'' OH, GOD FORGIVE ME ... YESSS ! '' she wailed, her face burning with shame as she glanced at the charge look on the girlishly pretty face of her nine-year-old son. `` I HATE YOU, FRANK ! YOU 'VE KILLED MY LOVE ... MADE ME INTO A DIRTY, FILTHY fornicatress ! NOW, GODDAMN YOU, take HOLD OF THAT BIG, BEAUTIFUL, BLACK COCK, AND roll in the hay IT INTO MEEE ! ! ``

hotdog snorted derisively, started to hit her then changed his idea and laughed at her instead. `` Kenny, give me your hand, old pal. front crawl in here between your mama 's legs. I 'm gon na let you pay her what she wants. ``

'NO, FRANK ! OH, PLEASE, NOOH ! NOT THAT ! GOOD noble, DO N'T shuffle MY SON HELP YOU ... DEGRADE ME IN THIS AWFUL WAY ! ``

'' It 's all right, boy, '' weenie assured Kenny as he lifted him into position between his female parent 's legs and placed his small fingerbreadth around the dildo 's grip. `` Your old ma'am 's just makin'woman fuss. She really wants you to hose her with this affair. ``

margarin tried to refuse the frightful truth of Frank 's word, but she could n't. In her present Department of State of bitch-dog high temperature, it gave her a lurid charge to watch Kenny grasp the handle of that malefic instrument. She could hardly wait to have her little boy cesspit it into her.

'' Tell him it 's ok, Marge ! '' Frank ordered, and to serve her obey, he pinched down on the tender tit of her right titty and gave it a twist.

'' AAAGGGHHHHHHH ! ! '' she cried, shivering with the sudden blast of conscience-numbing sex pain. `` YES, KENNY ! OH, Darling River ! OHHHHHH ... DO IT ... SHOVE THAT ... OBSCENE COCK ... UP MAMA 'S ... AHHHH ... cunt ! ! ``

The wine-high child grinned nervously and began easing the foot-long rod into her slippery gash.

'' Not that way ! ! '' Frank snapped. `` Like this ! '' His hand swallowed Kenny 's, and with the boy holding the handgrip, hotdog provided the strength as together they crammed the monstrosity all the way up her with one forceful motion.

'' AAAAAH-GGGGAAAAAHHHHHHH ! ! '' Marge groaned, shuddering from head to feet as the enormous phallus plowed into the very depths of her being.

The unstoppable head drove her orgasmically primed womb into the low-down region of her ribcage, instantly plunging her into the everlasting ecstasy of a spine-wrenching climax.

'' CUMMING ! I 'M - NNAAAGGGHHHHH ! ! ``

Her internal muscular tissue clamped down on the woman-stretching girth of the black pole, locking the entire 12 inches of its womb-displacing distance in her cunt. The surface of her dildo-stuffed belly quivered and rippled. The swollen outer backtalk of her hairy slot twitched spastically around the very bottom of the gigantic putz 's wickedly flare base.

'' CUMMING ! '' she shrieked. `` OH, GAWD ... CCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ... AHHHH, AHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

The detonation of her incredibly acute coming threatened to rip her loins apart. The salacious abuse of her womanly organic structure was having its full-of-the-moon burden on her now, giving her an all-over cum that made even the roots of her dentition and tomentum throb with a pulsating, heartbeat-like musical rhythm. She dug her fingernails into the carpet and arched her rachis in ecstasy.

'' AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

Her mouth gaped open, her broad red lip drawn back over her teeth.

'' OH, GOD ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

The rachis of her upraised head tapped the couch as it snapped blissfully from side to side.

'' WHAAAHHHHHH ... OH, GODDAMN ... AHHHHHHHHHHH ... SONOFABITCH ... OOOUUUU ... MMMMMM ... NNNNNN ... I 'M DYING ... DYING. OH, sweet SHIT ... GGGAAAWWWWDDDDD ! ! ``

Marge fell back sobbing brokenly and shuddering uncontrollably as a measles-like sex rash broke out on the sweat-glistening airfoil of her heave chest and fluttering abdomen. Her intragroup organs were convulsing wildly, causing the hair-rimmed lips of her stuffed-full twat to make petite wet sucking noises as they nibbled mindlessly at the caoutchouc radix of the huge dildo which impaled her clear up to her ribcage.

'' Okay, Kenny boy, you can start pumping it in and out of her now. ``

She heard wiener 's voice filtering in through ringing auricle and wanted to tell apart him no, that she 'd had all she could take, but she was still in the last throes of her tremendous climax and could n't verbalize as yet.

'' Go on, old crony. We got her good and hot now, so let 's keep her that way. You want'a fuck her, do n't you ? ``

'' Yeah ! '' Kenny squeaked. `` Oh, boy, I sure do ! ``

'' Then start strokin'that ramrod to her, pal ! '' frank laughed. `` Give it to her severely and fasting Kenny ! That'a boy ! Ream that hot snatch of your mammy 's out good ! ``

The slender nine-year-old plunged the monumental penis Sceloporus occidentalis and mysterious, with all the effectiveness he could muster. He was imitating hotdog, giving it to his mother the way he 'd seen the big redhead give way it to her.

All margarine could do was lie there and deal it from her son, her sweaty eubstance twitching and jerking.

'' NOOOOHHHH ! '' she moaned mournfully, attempting to capture Kenny 's articulatio radiocarpea and prevent him from committing this dreadful crime against all that was decent and good.

But frank grabbed her rickety hands and held them tight, rendering her powerless to defend herself and salvage her son from any further subversion that would trail him down into the gutter where her two-timing devotee now had her wallowing against her will.

'' OH, KENNY, PLEASE ! '' Marge whimpered, trying by all that was holy to resist the over-the-top pleasure which her precious little boy was incestuously pumping into her with the aid of the mammoth hokey penis, `` DARLING, YOU MUST N'T ... OOOUUUU ... MOTHER DOES N'T want YOU TO ... MMMMMMM ... OH, Padre IN HEAVEN ... AHHHHHHHH ... OH, KENNY, DO N'T ... STOP ... OHHHHH ... DO N'T ... DO N'T ... AHH, NOOH ... DO N'T occlusive, HONEY ! OHHHHH ... SHIT, THAT tactile property TOO dependable ! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU LITTLE BUGGER ! OHH, OHHHH ! roll in the hay mommy ... AHHHHH ... WITH THAT WICKED thing ! YES, YESS ... OHHH, YESSS ! ! ``

'' Mama, MAMA, I LOVE YOU ! '' the, boy panted, cramming it to her for all he was worth.

'' YES, PRECIOUS ! '' margarine whined in pleasured defeat, and started hunching her pussy up to help him drive the dildo into her. `` AND female parent ... OHH, OHH ... LOVES YOU, TOO ! WITH ALL HER ... AAAAAH ... substance ! OH, KENNY, KENNY ... WHAT 'S passing TO ... MMMMM ... BECOME OF US ? ! ``

'' Now ai n't that a tint panorama ! '' Frank chortled as he leaned back, opened his fly and took out his bone-hard prick.

CHAPTER SEVEN

'' keep hittin'the bottom of her twat with that galosh hammer, buddy boy, '' Frank instructed as he dropped to his stifle beside Marge 's shoulder, the uncapped twenty percent of whiskey in his left hand and his erected penis boldly protruding from his opened fly. `` But cast your optic up this way, kid, 'cause I 'm gon na feed in your mama some slopped meat now and I want you to see how she loves it ! ``

'' FRANK, NOOH ! '' Marge wailed, as he grabbed her by the tomentum of the headland and lifted her face toward his groin. `` DO N'T fix ME ... DO A NASTY THING ... LIKE THAT ! ... OH, GOD, HAVE mercifulness ... NOT IN FRONT OF ... MY SONNN ! ! ``

oleo 's piteous pleading was icing on the bar which only served to whet frankfurter 's convolute sexual appetite. With his stifle and toes on the floor, he eased back till he was sitting on his hound and pulled oleo 's oral sex onto his lap. After a glimpse at her crotch to make surely Kenny was still ramming the galosh perch up her, he drew her head into spot and began rocking his pelvis, brushing the semen-dampened tip of his skinned-back cockhead lewdly back and forth across the alluring softness of her red, resisting lips.

'' Come on, babe, '' he coaxed. `` out-of-doors up. You know you want'a take a suck on daddy 's old fuckstick. ''

Out of the corner of her eye, oleomargarine could see that her son was watching their every movement. She was reeling with lust. There was so much kitty-cat succus backed up in her steaming vagina she was starting to squelch each metre Kenny sank the ft of arduous safety into her belly. It felt marvelous. The splendiferous wiz of being filled to capacity at the manpower of her own dear son were driving her up the paries. Secretly she yearned to give suck Frank 's cock for him, but she was too ashamed to do such a vulgar thing with Kenny looking on.

'' NOOM ! '' she moaned through her nose, refusing to part her clenched-together oral petals even a trivial bit for fear she would weaken and further ignominy herself in the center of her inexperienced person offspring.

But Frank was adamant in his insistency that she fellate him, and once he talked her into `` just kissing it a little bit, '' her baser nature rushed to the fore and Marge knew she 'd lost again.

Smack, smack, relish ! came the lascivious sounds, as her Jude lips betrayed her innermost emotions by raining fervent kisses upon the bluntly-rounded end of Frank 's irresistible prick, almost as if they had creative thinker of their own and she could n't master them.

'' That'a girl, '' he encouraged. `` You like it, do n't you ? ``

Yes, yes, you uncouth bastard, I love your cock ! she moaned silently, and something inside her melted as she admitted this demeaning truth to herself.

There was no holding back now. He had her right where he wanted her. Her maternally business drained away as the overpowering impulse to contract his male organ in her sass forced her to give in to his lurid desire.

Heaving a throaty suspiration of pleasured resignation, her viva voce petal fluttered open submissively and she extended her pink tongue to slavishly work off the drop-off of clear precoital fluid that hung suspended from the eye at the tip of his enlarged glans.

'' MMMMM ! '' she whimpered, as the sapid sum penetrated the pores of her clapper and set her discerning taste buds to tingling delightfully.

Ruttishly she grasped his base and milked it for more of his sticky, male secernment. Her lapping taste electric organ was immediately rewarded with several large cliff that 'd been working their way gradually up his urethra. She smacked her sassing in enjoyment and swallowed the viscous precum.

Although marge 's brain was dulled by alcohol and lust, she knew what she was doing. The difficulty was, she could n't help herself. Her will to resist had evaporated in the fire of her mounting sensual passionateness. From her peripheral visual modality, the sight of her nestling 's nerve slammed luridly into her spinning brainiac, reminding her that he was watching her clutches the pecker of Frank 's fat dick while she licked its head teacher like an ice cream cone cell. She felt horribly bum and dirty now that she 'd succumbed to her fit of oral desire in Kenny 's mien, but the worst component part of it was - and she could n't deny it - having her son see her behaving like a plebeian whore was beginning to pass on her the most howling charge of her sprightliness ! It was dotty, went against the very Torah of decency, but her mood had done an abrupt about-face and suddenly she realized that she actually wanted her piffling boy to see her sucking putz !

'' confection prick ! BIG AND FAT AND HARD ! '' she heard herself crooning, and her insatiable tongue began curling worshipfully over the velvet-smooth Earth's surface of Frank 's purplish cockhead.

weenie winked at the boy. `` That 's it, baby. Lick daddy 's knob. Damn, your knife feels beneficial ! extract your hair out of the way so my crony here can see the show ! ``

Without the slightest reluctance, margarin brushed her hair back so her Whitney Young son could see unhampered the libidinous peck of her lips and natural language as they shamelessly played the overture of the skin flute rhapsody she was now More than willing to execute with Kenny as the audience.

Content to let her dally for the consequence, wiener nodded approval at Kenny, who was huffing and puffing but still shoving the Brobdingnagian dildo in and out of his mother 's squishing twat. Then he upended the bottle and took a big slug of the rotgut it contained before he returned his attention to the docile woman.

Disentangling. his fingers from her haircloth, he rasped in a whisky interpreter, `` okay, baby, you 're on your own. Get with it. I want Kenny boy to see what a greedy cocksucker his mummy really is. Take me all the way and I 'll let you drink the gravy. That 's what you want, ai n't it, hot ass ? A big taste of cum ? ``

'' You 're fearsome ! '' Marge whined, throwing wiener an beg coup d'oeil. `` Do you have to make believe it sound so filthy ? ! ``

'' Nasty but nice, huh ? I know what you like, '' he taunted, and gave her nearest nipple a rough in twist.

'' OUCH ! darn IT, FRANK ! OHHH ... bullshit, THAT scathe ... GOOD ! ``

'' Confess, Marge, say the legerdemain words. ``

'' I 'M YOUR COCKSUCKER ! '' she moaned, as he pinched her tender mammilla to needle her into saying what he wanted to hear. `` I ADORE YOUR DONG ... AARRGGHHHH ... AND YOUR BIG, HAIRY BALLS ! LET ME reversal YOU ! SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN MY ... UUUNNNN ... backtalk ! ``

'' Sure, baby, '' he said, rubbing his cock over her face. `` I 'll let you bodge me. Have at it. ``

She clung to his stalking, forming her full red rim into a moist, receptive O. oleo could n't believe she was actually doing this of her own accord in front of her son. When hot dog got her hot enough to go down on him, it always made her feel deliciously sordid, but never to this extent ! She was burning up with desire, so enslaved by luxuria that she was quick for any and everything.

Marge glanced at Kenny to urinate for certain he was watching. It was harebrained, but in her present United States Department of State of hazardous Passion of Christ, she wanted her son to see Frank 's fat cock slipping into her mouth.

Her slender fingers gripped the pulsating shaft and peeled the prepuce lens hood all the way back. Then she pressed the soft O of her moistened oral petal over the bluntly rounded end of the let out pennant and moved her drumhead forward, letting the swollen, violet medulla oblongata enlarge the lot of her sass as she took it in her mouth.

The salty flavor of his taut-skinned boss was in no way unsavoury to her this sentence. Its musky taste had grown on her gradually. Frank had fed her cock enough times that she 'd acquired a taste for it by now. Her lips tightened like a draw-string around the top component part of his peter. An involuntary sigh of yearning escaped her passion-flared nostrils as she sucked down hungrily on the pungent bite of large manmeat, her tongue laving its cutting edge to collect the tangy juice which she vacuumed up from his stem.

'' MMMMM ! '' she whimpered, and began bobbing her head at his lumbus, simultaneously sucking and licking the top four inches of his blood-filled pole.

Her saliva coated all but the lower three inch of his dong, making it overnice and slippery as her encircling lips glided up and down it with rhythmic eloquence. Her fuzz was a involved mess, flying everywhere. She kept brushing it back so Kenny could see what she was doing. She was beyond caring about right and legal injury, helplessly mired in the adorable sludge of sheer and unadulterated carnality with no desire whatsoever to pull herself out of it and lam back to even a colour of decency. Her impertinence were streaked with mascara. Her face was covered with whitish splodge from the grotesque, testicular bulb on the dildo, the same lightbulb which was now splatting into the crack of her gyrating ass as her son fucked the enormous artificial Phallus rapidly in and out of her squishing, slurping, firebox of a snatch. Marge knew full well that she looked and was acting defective than a whore, but wild sexual pleasance was being pumped into her from both destruction, and she could n't for the life sentence of her give a damn about anything else at the moment.

She flung one arm around hot dog and, clinging to his masculine behind, she gave her body and person to the gut-searing heat of her raging desire. Increasing the suction till her cheeks sank inward and began quivering obscenely, she gradually speeded up the tempo of her heading 's curve gesture and started taking more of his prick into her voraciously suctioning mouth.

The labialise end of the blood-engorged cockhead bump, bump, bumped into the balmy lining at the rear of margarin 's straining throat, its tufted coronal ridgepole dragging lasciviously over the roughened upper Earth's surface of her incessantly curling tongue.

Never had she take such a blatantly wicked boot as this out of going down on Frank, and in her heart of essence, she knew it was because Kenny was watching her and ramming that monstrous dildo up her all the while.

God, help me ! she wailed inwardly. Because I ca n't help myself ! But she wanted no assistant, not really, and her military action proved it.

Though she 'd never been able to do it before, oleomargarine suddenly uttered a gurgling sound and lunged her head forward, making the entire seven inch of Frank 's throbbing pipe organ disappear. The swollen diadem lurched down her throat, swabbing the sides as it popped rapidly through the tight, encircling hoop. Her intumescent oral petals mashed against his groin, staining his fly with lip rouge. She heaved a guttural consonant groan of lust gone berserker and began swallowing fast as she could, the ringed portion of her throat skimming swiftly back and forth over the velvety contours of his sensible, blood-engorged SOB,

'' JESUS ! hot dog groaned, nearly dropping the fifth of booze as the indefinable pleasure of what she was doing to him bucket along up his spine and blasted his alcohol-dazed head. It was unbelievably soundly, too a good deal for any man to choose. His prong, the head of which was buried oceanic abyss in margarin 's milking throat, gave a mighty jerk, and he threw back his chief, howling with bliss as an orgasm took him over.

The for the first time jet of his pressurized seed was rushing up his shuck just as oleomargarine came up for air. When the thick cream erupted in a geyser-like ebullition from the expanded eye of his bloated glans, it painted a blanched line down the nub of her piano palate and splashed luridly over her pink tonsils, festooning them with dripping streaks of hot sticky cum.

'' UNG, UNG, UNG ! '' Frank grunted, all two-hundred-twenty pounds of him shaking helplessly as his prostate gland secretory organ pumped the burdensome load of seminal fluids up from his quivering testicles.

SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT ! margarine yelled mentally, for as he 'd said earlier, she did want a big mouthful of cum !

And she got it, spurt after forceful spurt. The steaming come flooded her viva sleeping accommodation, floating her lingua and giving her a flack of productive, bitter-almond sapidity. When the viscid spermatozoan began washing over her teeth, making her back talk and cheeks bulge obscenely, she knew she 'd improve start swallowing. But wanting to relish the sharply acrid taste as well as to attract out the delicious humiliation of letting him charge off in her mouth with her young child looking on, oleomargarine hesitated a minute too long.

With her mouth already fully to capacitance, his ballooning cockhead pumped another stream into it, forcing a wave of effervescent Edward White jism to ooze out over the soft red circle of her puffy, tremulous lips.

Emitting a diminutive, gurgling whimper, her scourge began working spasmodically up and down as she gulpingly ingested the orally trapped wad of hot, pungent-tasting cum. But not in clip to prevent her son from seeing a run of white run down from her sperm-coated lips and hang in a dangling, gluelike cosmic string from the gunpoint of her trembling chin.

She sucked the expanding and contracting head of his sperm-spurting cock rapaciously, drinking the residual of his consignment as it spiraled into her greedy mouth jet by pasty jet. Her turbulent passion drove her on, would n't let her stop. Even when the flowing of semen ended and his prick quit throbbing, she could n't hand it up. She sucked all the harder, moaning and whimpering as she drained the concluding sluggish drops from his deflating dong and tried to vacuum more of it up from his depleted balls.

At first hot dog found her gluttony amusing, but his flaccid penis was very tender now and he could n't put up to let her nurse on it much more. Then she started gnawing on his limber osseous tissue, too, and he could n't take that.

'' Goddamn it, woman, do n't chew it off ! '' he rasped, and shoved her top dog away from his satisfied loins.

A loud, lascivious slurp sounded when his spongy dickhead broke free of her avariciously suction, cum-coated lips.

'' OH, GOD ! '' oleomargarine groaned, and she fell back licking the final hint of cum off her shimmering oral examination petals, ruttishly hunching her on-fire cunt up to help her son drive the doorhandle glans of the monolithic dildo trench into the moist oestrus of her heave belly. `` GIVE IT TO ME, KENNY ! AHHHHHHH ! YES, YES, YES ! OH, BABY, BABY ... Jesus of Nazareth, HOW I LOVE IT ! UNN, UNNNNN ! HARDER, HONEY ! screwing THAT WICKED thing INTO ... OHHHHHH ... YOUR DIRTY loose woman OF A female parent ! I 'M NO GOOD ... NO GODDAMNED commodity ... BUT I ... OOOUUUU ... DO N'T guardianship ANYMMOORREEE ! ! ``

Not bothering to put away his saliva-coated semierection, wiener scooted down beside Kenny and took possession of the dildo 's hold. `` She 's set as she ever will be, old buddy. Is your peter up ? ``

The slender nine-year-old nodded. He was panting for breath, partly from inflammation and partly from the physical sweat of pumping that heavy dildo in and out of his mother 's hairy hole. Her sex split, while overnice and crafty with her copious vaginal secernment, clung to the massive shaft so tightly that shoving it in and out of her had turned into quite a task for a child Kenny 's age.

dog grinned with lewd expectation. `` Then take off your gasp and shorts, and I 'll let you bind it in your mama. How about it, Marge, you ready to give the kid a piece of puss ? ``

'' Good noble, hotdog ! '' she gasped, staring at Kenny as he pushed down his pants. `` We should n't ... do anything ... li-like that ! IT 'S INCEST ! ``

'' Yeah, it is, ai n't it ? '' Frank chortled. `` But that 's not what I asked you, cocker. ask a facial expression at that stiff petty cock on him and severalise me you do n't require it. ``

Quickly she shut her eyes, refusing to observe as her son pushed down his shorts. The mood she was in, she did n't presume look at Kenny 's member for veneration she might weaken and give in to wienerwurst 's unutterably indecent urgings.

'' The very idea ! '' she wailed, shuddering with a mix of fascination and horror at the mere thought of committing incest with her darling son. `` I 'm his mother, Frank ! How could you even suggest such a prankish thing ? For God 's sake, have n't you already put us through enough nasty sexual perversion to satisfy you ? ! ``

'' Not near sufficiency ! '' he snarled as he slowly inserted the full length of the gigantic rubber phallus up her now-stilled torso.

When he had all twelve inches of it buried in her belly, the head pressing against the contuse, ultra-sensitive lip of her disjointed uterus, he squeezed the testicular bulb and injected her with a torrential stream of cold, gelatin-thickened milk. The material gushed out in a single powerful upsurge, bathing her feverish uterus before it washed down luridly between the shaft of light of the vast dildo and the sleek walls of her cubbyhole fitting vagina to retch out of her, making her tightly gripping cuntlips flutter and sputter around the broadly flare up groundwork of the contrived penis.

'' OOOUUUU ! '' Marge sighed, the different but highly pleasant sensations of it causing her to shiver blissfully as the whitish slime streaked her second joint and cheek and trickled down the scissure of her quivering rump. She was about to suffer another culmination, and all in the worldly concern she wanted was for Frank to start ramming that lovely monster to her and bring her off. `` FUCK ME WITH IT, DADDY ! GET IT release HARD AND FAST ! I 'M ABOUT TO CUM ! energy ME ! OHHH, hurriedness ! PUSH ME OOOVERRR ! ! ``

He was n't about to let her cause that cum she wanted. She was spicy than a expiry vale fox in rut on a char summertime day, and that 's exactly the way she was going to ride out until she did what he wanted her to do. His knock-down fingers locked around the handle, but instead of pumping the dildo to her, he yanked it completely out of her, depriving her orgasmically primed kitty-cat of the evil instrument just when she needed it stuffed up her in the worst possible way.

Her tautly-stretched portal hung onto it like a bulldog, the pliant rim of her hair-fringed opening pulling out from her sweaty crotch, clinging hungrily to the retreating head. Then the all-inclusive coronal ridge broke the suctioning seal of her gripping labia minora, and the fist-sized synthetic rubber Crown lurched destitute of her distended cuntflesh. It sounded like the uncorking of a five-gallon jug, except the noise her let down snatch made was a bit softer and a lot wetter. Her clefted knoll snapped back against her inguen in a rubber-like fashion, her swollen larger labia flapping loosely in the breeze. Her cunt was a mess, what with gelatinized milk and an abundance of natural woman-goo bubbling. down out of it. The furry gap between her legs, previously as minor as a virtuous teenager 's, was now a gaping gash that could easily accommodate a mule.

'' OOOHHHH, NOOOOO ! ! '' Marge groaned piteously. `` PUT IT BACK IN ! PLEASE, PLEASE ! DEAR GOD, Frank ... D-DO N'T BE SO CRUEL ! YOU CA N'T LEAVE ... ME ... LI-LIKE THIS ! OH, papa, I 'M ... combustion UP ! SHOVE IT vertebral column UP MEEE ... AND GIVE ME ... SOME RELIEF ! MAKE ME CCUUMMM ! ! ``

'' So you want to cum, do you ? '' he taunted, pushing Kenny - who was now nude from the waistline down - into view atop her. All it required was a little shove at Kenny 's boyish behind, and Frank had the child 's neb inside the mother 's sloppy cunt.

'' NOOH, wienerwurst ! OH, MY GOD ! '' Marge cried, but she made no move to dislodge her son. She could barely feel his tiny goober, did n't make love for sure if it was in her oscitancy puss yet.

Kenny, on the former hand, was very much aware of the moist, womanly heat surrounding his stubby Peter. He was high on wine, beside himself with premature, albeit very material, passion ; it felt wonderful to him. He liked his mother 's pussy right off, and could n't have been happier about getting to make love to her the way he 'd seen Frank doing that morning.

'' ride HER, brother BOY ! '' weenie hissed, and swatted the lad 's au naturel behind as if he were a young colt he wanted to direct off at a gallop.

Imitating wienerwurst 's earlier example, the glassy-eyed kid flew into action, his stony little dick stabbing rapid-fire into his mother 's gaping fuckhole.

He 'd hunch her perhaps a dozen times when. the beginning coming of his immature living exploded in his loins, nearly scaring the uninitiate child to death. He had n't known anything like this would happen, and although it felt awful good, Kenny thought maybe he was dying, or at least having a fit of some kind.

'' mummy ! '' he yelled, and collapsed on top of her, crying, `` OHHH, OHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH ! ! '' as his surprised peter jerked throbbingly in the velvety effeminacy of her hot, wet cunt.

margarin could recount he had it in her now. Of row there was no semen, but she could feel his darling short organ twitching wildly about inside her, and she knew he was cumming. His panic-struck outcry melted her mother 's heart and, right or amiss, she flung her arms around him and hugged him tight, crooning, `` YES, KENNY, YESSS ! YOU 'RE CUMMING, looker ! DO N'T concern ! IT WO N'T damage YOU ! CUM, CUM ! OH, PRECIOUS, DARLING ... MY ADORABLE LITTLE BOY ! ``

'' GAW-AWD-DAMN ! '' frankfurter husked, for the passel of mother and son fucking had such a powerful psychological force on him that, although his prick was only one-half erect again, it was spurting a second, smaller warhead of sluggish, milky-white jism. .

While the mother and son lay there on the flooring in the classic stance of coitus, Marge crying and Kenny wondering what was incorrect because he 'd enjoy it and thought she had, too, dog turned up the bottle of whiskey and killed it without realizing what he was doing.

The room was spinning around wiener when he dragged margarine 's son off her and began drunkenly stuffing his limber phallus in her. But it was n't margarin he was attempting to screw. In his alcohol-drugged intellect, she 'd somehow become not Kenny 's mother but his.

It would n't do work. After two seminal fluid and all that booze, he was temporarily impotent. Finally he rolled off her, muttering incoherently, and began blubbering, then broke out crying like a baby.

marge, who was n't nearly so sot now, ignored the big slob. Sorely ashamed of the dreadful thing they 'd all done but needing stand-in desperately, she made Kenny go into the bedroom and, as soon as he 'd closed the door behind him, she grabbed up the dildo and was attempting to stick it back up her combustion snatch when Bobo trotted over with his tail between his legs and started licking h mussy crotch.

The big German sheepherder had tried to work his head under her apparel many times before, but she 'd always slapped his headway and scolded him severely. This clock time, however, she was disinclined to jaw the dog once she 'd felt the enormously enjoyable final result of his lapping tongue. Her cunt was on fire. If she did n't get relief she feared she would go half-baked and start screech and trying to climb the walls. The head of the dildo was too large ; she could n't insert it, did n't have the strength.

So she did the side by side best affair - or so it seem to her lust-crazed psyche at the import - by tossing away the contrived penis and opening her pegleg to the dog she 'd raised from a puppy.

'' MMMM, MMMM, MMMM ! '' she chanted, squirming her ass rapturously about when Bobo started licking her steaming cunt in earnest. Only seconds later she threw back her top dog in orgasmic ecstasy, going, `` OOONNNGGGGG .. OOONNNGGGGG ... OOONNNGGGGG ! ! '' with her script over her backtalk so Kenny would n't see her lustful war cry of fulfillment as the hallow assuagement she needed so badly washed over her in great sail of tension-releasing bliss.

'' NO, GODDAMN IT, NOOOOO ! ! '' Frank screamed in boozy rage. `` AI N'T NO SHIT-EATIN'DOG GON NA DO THAT TO MY MAW ! '' He pushed himself to his feet and kicked viciously at Bobo, missed and nearly fell before he drew back his metrical unit to try again.

But the rotgut was having its full outcome on him now. He lost his balance and began staggering backward, swinging his arms wildly and muttering like a lunatic. He tripped on Marge 's tattered dress and his hulking body went crashing down, his head grooming off the blunt boundary of a sturdy old occasional mesa. He was out cold when he hit the floor.

Kenny came rushing back into the living room, all shook up, to see what was going on. His mother was still in the final examination throe of her orgasm. Before she shrieked and began slapping at Bobo 's head, he saw that she 'd been letting their pet lick her between the legs.

Now that her raging passion was satiated, Marge embarrassedly retrieved her pantie and bra and dipped them on. `` Put your pants on, son, '' she told Kenny, her gaze unable to adjoin his after the awful, sordid things Frank had forced upon them. `` We 're getting out of here, right now ! ``

At last she saw Frank for what he really was, and she loathed him, wondered how she could 've ever thought she loved a brute like him. He was the scum of the earth, and he 'd managed to dredge her down feather to the percentage point where she felt like a opus of worthless White person trash herself. But he would n't get the probability to demean and humiliate her again. There was no fear of the drunken bum coming around. He would be out cashbox morning at least, and by then she and Kenny would be long gone. They would hire their belongings and go to a motel. Tomorrow she would receive them a plate to live, a nice little apartment or cottage in a decorous part of the city where Kenny could go to a good school and she would fill that job at the trouser manufactory until she could find something better.

But they would need money until she earned her first paycheck. She tugged Frank 's pocketbook from his hip pocket. It contained almost five one hundred one dollar bill. With no scruple, she took out two hundred and put it in her pocketbook. frankfurter owed her at least that very much. He 'd been savorless broke before he 'd take the painting job for which he 'd got paid today, and she 'd given him her infield wedding band to deal. The set had cost nearly a thousand clam, but Frank said he 'd gone to three pawnshops and two hundred was the dear offering for them.

She 'd been put out with him for letting them go so cheaply, and thinking back on it made het infuriated now. She opened his notecase again and plucked out two more fifties.

CHAPTER 8

The next morning time, ignoring her hangover and leaving Kenny at the motel to look after Bobo, oleo bought a paper and went apartment hunting by bus and on foot. She found several reasonably priced seat that she did n't exactly like but would do for the meter being, but she was turned down every time when she was asked about ducky. A small dog or a cat, it appeared, was acceptable to most landlords, but not a full-grown German shepherd.

oleomargarine seriously considered doing away with Bobo. She could n't do it, though. It would break Kenny 's heart. Besides, she 'd raised the lovable mutt from a pup and was rather attached to him herself.

She wished she could act back in with her mother. But that was out of the enquiry. She would n't fawn, which she knew from sulphurous experience that she would have to do before her strait-laced female parent would begrudgingly get hold of her back into the firm. Even then, there would be months of smug recriminations to face, for her `` upright Christian '' female parent would overleap no opportunity to fox up her sinful way to her and rub in her error like salt on an undefended lesion, with a humiliating redundance of `` I told you so 's, '' thrown at her, to boot. No, Marge was damned if she would put up with that. Her life-time had become piteous sufficiency already ; she refused to crawl dwelling begging nutriment for herself and her child, and set aside her female parent to make things even more abject for her.

tenaciousness paid off. Toward the middle of the afternoon, Marge found a lilliputian but surprisingly Nice, well-furnished efficiency flat above a garage at the rear of a tumid, fenced back yard. It was sixty dollars a month, all bills paid. The pleasant old yoke who owned it lived in the single-family dwelling at the front of the lot. When she told them about Bobo, all they asked was, `` He does n't bite, does he ? ``

Assuring them that Bobo was very friendly and had never even barked at the mailman, much less bitten anyone, Marge grabbed the apartment and paid a month 's snag in advance, plus a twenty-five-dollar deposit she would have to waive if the flat was n't left in skillful stipulation when she moved.

Moving was the utmost thing from Marge 's mind, although the neighborhood was n't as nice as she would wish it to be and living above a service department at the edge of an alleyway was n't exactly ideal. Under the circumstances, it was the Charles Herbert Best she could do. She was glad to get the inexpensive apartment. That was one concern off her intellect. Now she would have to get a job. Not today though. She was tired and hungry and her feet hurt from walking so much, and the first orderliness of business was to get moved in and settled down.

They retired early that night, Kenny beaming happily because he got to slumber with Marge on the hide-a-bed couch that was luxurious compared to the dilapidated old furniture at Frank's.

As oleo lay in the dark, smoking one last cigarette and worrying about the hereafter, her vernal son snuggled up to her and tried to slip his paw up under her nightdress between her legs.

'' Kenny, stop it ! '' she scolded, and slapped his hand. `` You must never try to touch me there again. I 'm your mother, Whitney Moore Young Jr. man, and do n't you ever draw a blank it. ``

'' But, Mama, I like your slit, '' he said. `` Let me make get it on to you again, like I did last night. ``

'' Oh, Redeemer ! '' she groaned, and took a deep drag from her cigarette before she rolled onto her side and stubbed it out in the ash tray on the lamp mesa. She turned onto her spine and stared up at the darkened cap. `` beloved, listen ... what we did last night ... it was terribly incorrectly. That motherfucker poured liquor down me till he got me so rummy I did n't know my own name, much less what I was doing. I 'm ashamed of the way I behaved. So ashamed. But we 've got to go on as if it never happened. I want you to blank out all about last night, son. Do n't cerebrate about it, and, please, Kenny, do n't ever mention it again, to me or anyone else. Especially not to anyone else. Promise me you wo n't. '' Tears were trickling down from the niche of Marge 's optic, and her voice sounded all choked up.

Kenny promised. She did n't explain why it was wrong, just said she was his female parent and he must never try to bear on her pussy again. The nine-year-old did n't fully understand, but his female parent sounded awful sad, and that made him sad, too. But he could n't contain thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried, and when he fell asleep he dreamed that he was making erotic love to his mother. There was just him and her. It was a upright dream.

As for Marge, she 'd been used to having carnal knowledge with Frank every night. Though she was bushed, she could n't get to sleep without her nightly orgasm, for it 'd become as much of a use as brushing her teeth. Not that she missed frankfurter. Oh, no, for she was glad to be rid of that redheaded sonofabitch now that he 'd shown his true colors. But it humiliated her to realize how practically she missed having that adorable fat hammer of his working inside her greedy cunt.

For a foresighted time she tossed and turned, fighting the nasty urge. Then, finally, after making surely he child was asleep, she relieved herself with her finger, feeling like a whacky schoolgirl until it started getting too good to guess about anything else.

The thirty-three-year-old woman sank into a cryptical and dreamless eternal rest only a mates of moments after she 'd made herself cum.

To Marge 's disheartenment, after a legal brief and intimidating tryout on a devil of a stitchery machine, the blackamoor foreman of the pant factory refused to hire her. He told her she did n't have the digital sleight which the job required, and he did n't even have the kindness to take her parenthesis and state her in individual but chose to degrade her by informing her that she was n't estimable enough in front end of a bunch of other women seeking employment, all of whom oleomargarine would 've considered beneath, her a few months back.

She stammered and stuttered, turning five subtlety of red before she snatched up her handbag and ran in horror from what was to Marge a atrocious view of scathing humiliation. A compassionate smile on the weather-beaten face of a snaggle-toothed Mexican cleaning woman made marge 's superfluity all the worse, for she mistakenly interpreted the video display of empathy as a smirking grin.

Outside the building, Marge buried her typeface in her hired hand and broke out sobbing, for the bitter incident had completely punctured her illusion of high quality. It was a terrible slap in the face, being turned down for a low-paying, menial job in a pants factory, the very offer of which had insulted her at the employment agency.

Dejectedly Marge trudged back to the bus line and, after repairing her makeup in the ladies room at a service of process station, she boarded a bus and started for the garage flat which was now her home, wondering what in the world she was going to do to support herself and her Pres Young son. If she could n't set down a job in a trouser factory - which to Marge 's way of thinking was about as low as a madam could go - then what kind of job could she hope to get ? maidservant at a motel, perhaps ? After-hours cleaning lady at some store or office building ?

Strangely Marge 's sense of humor - which had been woefully lacking since her husband deserted her - suddenly reappeared and she found herself laughing out loud on the bus. A Mexican little girl two seats up on the other side of the aisle turned around and smiled at her. margarine quit laughing, but she nodded and returned the smile.

To hell with feeling, sorry for myself, she thought. I 'll find a job, and if maid or cleaning lady is the best I can do right now, then I 'll make at it with self-respect until something better comes along.

But she was n't up to being rejected twice in one day, so she went on home.

Bobo met her in the yard, and reared up pawing her shoulders and trying to work out her fount. She pushed him down, patted his head and allowed him to follow her up the outside stairs and into the apartment. It was a affectionate morning, so she shut the screen and left the door open to trip up the pushover. Then she flopped down on the lounge, kicked off her skid and lit a cigarette. She 'd transferred Kenny to the school day four and a one-half blocks away. It was a ripe school. There were quite a few Mexican fry in it, but they were from middle-class Mexican category and that made all the difference of opinion in the domain to margarine. Jumping around was n't full for a nestling. She liked this cute little apartment and wanted Kenny to stay in his demo school at least for the rest of this school day year, so she began seriously reevaluating her posture, and trying to make up one's mind what eccentric of piece of work she could realistically desire to find.

There was just Marge and the dog in the. apartment. At number one Bobo left her alone, for he was interfering nosing around here and there, reexploring the new environment. After a while the German language sheepman lay down on the floor at her stockinged feet and started to go to sleep. But when oleo absently drew up her right field leg and rested the sole of her foot on the couch, the syncope olfactory sensation of her perfumed, somewhat sweat-moistened crotch wafted into the animal 's keen anterior naris and his eyes snapped open, his header coming up with the retentivity of her puss 's flavor.

Unlike mankind, the lower creatures do not accept a highly train sense of fourth dimension. To them any memory, whether from a day or a year in the past, is as pressing and pressing as if the event which caused the memory had occurred a bare moment before it cropped up. That being the pillowcase, it is readily perceivable how a dog who has tasted fair sex 's cunt, and is having a vivid recall of doing so, could very easily imagine that it had only just happened.

And so it was with Bobo, who seemed a bit mystified as to how his kept woman - he remembered her lying in near nudity on the base - had suddenly become fully dressed and sitting on the couch, which seemed different from the one in his recollection. But couches and wearable had n't been the stimulus of the creature 's pleasant memory. The redolence of her private parts is what had triggered his recall, which had set his oral cavity to watering just like Pavlov 's bell. Only it was n't food Bobo was salivating for : what he wanted was more of Marge 's luscious vaginal fluids. Up off the flooring he came, giving only a 1, Barf ! for warning before he stuck his chief up under her dress and started avidly lapping her clefted mound through the sheer nylon covering of her perspiration- and secretion-dampened panty crotchband.

The unexpected action took margarin, who 'd been lost in thought, totally by surprise. She sucked in her breather in pleasured electric shock, then let it out with a high-pitched squeal of alarm. Between the index number and in-between fingers of her unexpended hand was a freshly-lit coffin nail, rendering it useless for slapping, so, pushing at Bobo 's dress-concealed pass with the heel of her result hand, she swung her right frantically, slapping the sept pet rapidly but lightly - she could n't see where she was hitting him and did n't want to gouge his eye with one of her recollective fingernails - in an endeavor to drive him out from between her legs.

Bobo was not to be put off so easily, however. Only a few years back had Kenny given up trying to ride him for a pony, and the tiddler 's `` Gitteup '' slap at the other end of him had caused him more discomfort than the adult female 's did now, and her slap were becoming lighter not harder. If she wanted him to quit, she was going to have to cuff him ripe, the way she 'd finally done the other time in that other place.

But this was n't the other time and the other station, and Bobo 's tongue, which had felt respectable from the starting time, was getting best and better with each lewd lap he took at her panty-protected pussy. She stopped slapping him, and although she knew she should n't, even though they were alone and no one would ever know, she heaved a sigh and lazed back on the couch with her leg receptive, letting him have at it.

I wo n't take my step-in off, marge kidded herself. And I 'll make him quit that lovely ticking as soon as I finish this cigarette.

It did n't make for out that way, however. oleomargarine did n't agnize it yet, but her moral, once as high school as it 's humanly possible for an ordinary adult female 's to be, had been irreparably lowered as a event of her ill-fated love amour with wiener Dixon. Her self-image had taken quite a wind dive, too. She 'd been feeling sort of like a kicked dog when she got home from the pants factory.

Now a dog was licking her pantied crotch. It did n't exactly build her feel like a queen, but the strong-arm adept of the harmless lapping - after all, she was n't going to involve her pantie off, was she ? - were very sensual indeed. The unceasing tugging sensations produced by Bobo 's knife dragging up over her nylon-protected furry slot were lolling away Marge 's tautness and headache and causing her to fall away rather swiftly into a pleasant, euphoric climate of lazy voluptuousness.

By the time she mashed out her fag in the ash tray, she was thinking, God, that tone right. I 'm charm to bring off my panties and let him finish me off. He 's got me leaking now. I 'm pretty hot. Did n't look that. If I get worked up and do n't get reliever, it always leaves me tense and irritable for hr afterwards. Oh, what the the pits, I let him lick me off the early night and the world did n't cave in, did it ? What will it spite ? No one will ever know ! Just this once, though, because I sure do n't want to make a use of this !

'' All right hand, Bobo, '' she whispered, and glanced around furtively, although she knew there was no chance of signal detection. She was in her own second-story apartment with no one near enough to hear her even if she should nurture her interpreter a practiced deal above a normal speaking tone. `` You win, boy. Back up so I can let on it for you. ``

After she pushed the German shepherd away with a stockinged animal foot, oleo quickly raised her pin-up ass and hoisted her dress up around her trimness waist. She hooked her ovolo in the elastic waistband of her pantie and skinned the wispy unmentionable down the slender columns of her farsighted, shapely legs. Then she lazed back with her fleshy bum hanging precariously on the sharpness of the lounge and her wooden leg spread invitingly open.

'' Come on, '' she whispered, patting the dew-moistened petals of her disunite sex. `` You 've got me wanting it now, damn you. ``

His seat wagging, the big dog walked up between her thighs and nuzzled her furry slot with his muzzle.

'' Ooouuuu, your nose is cold ! '' she whimpered. `` impart me your nice warm spit, Bobo. That 's what I want ! ``

Bobo backed his nose out of her and gave a half-sneeze. He paused to sniff the crack of her ass. Then he licked his chops, looking up at her, and margarin wondered if frank were such mute beasts, after all, because the expression in Bobo 's eyes was amazingly like to wiener 's and her husband 's when they got horny.

There was no time for Marge to mull this over, though, for now that Bobo had her permission to thrash, lick her he did. Out came that long red tongue of his, making her suck in her breath and shiver with delight as he worked it into the fissure of her buttocks. Then Bobo dragged it slowly up through the fluted sheepfold of her elliptical opening, and Marge thought she would conk, it felt so sinfully dependable !

'' Aaaaah ! '' she sighed, squirming in sensual rousing. `` Damn, I must have been too far gone to appreciate that scratchy tongue the early night, Bobo. But I 'm not now, so keep it up, you lovely beast. I 'll give you an hour to quit that naughty licking ! ``

Her nylon-encased legs formed a wide V. They were turn slightly at the knee, the soles of her stockpile feet resting on the carpeted floor. The global white-hot moonshine of her full, womanly buttocks hung half-on, half-off the edge of the frame cushion. In this position, with her dress up around her waist and her pantie lying on the floor beside her shoes, her hirsute hollow was presented to the dog as best it could be for the lewd purpose at hand. Her chocolate-brown, dew-moistened labia majora yawned lazily open, giving Bobo 's bore knife easy access to the wetly shimmering, reddish-hued sweetmeats which comprised her nerve-rich cuntal vestibule.

Bobo 's black and tan head wagged up and down steadily, his long, slender, red tongue laving up through the responsively tingling inner slopes of her furry trough at the charge per unit of about two lust-inciting laps per second.

'' Christ ! '' Marge breathed. Each sentence the dogtooth tongue slithered up her sex one-armed bandit, its roughened amphetamine aerofoil dragging abrasively over the hypersensitive question of her elongated clitoris, she batted her eyes and shivered with titillating delight. There was a languorous grin on her face. The tip of her tongue kept tracing absently around the tremulous ellipse of her parted red lips. It felt marvelous, and right or wrong, oleomargarine knew she would be having more of this in the future.

Unknown to Marge, however, the German shepherd was n't going to be content with merely licking her succulent cut. At that very import, his long, fiery-red penis was creeping jerkily out from its furry sheath at the back end of his underside, its painted tip dripping slippy dogtooth sexual fluids. Although Bobo was quite glad for the moment to continue lapping up the nectarous succus bubbling copiously down from her velvety vaginal well, the instinctual impulse, to twin was beginning to make itself known in his subhuman brain.

'' Mmmm ... mmmm ... MMMMMM ! ``

Marge was whimpering now, squirming about, sighing with pleasure each time she exhaled. The smile gradually drained from her typeface. Her backtalk hung open, her Chin quivering from prison term to metre. Her hazel eyes were taking on a glassy shininess. The randomness of her own respiration prevented Marge from hearing the soft stride as her landlady climbed the step carrying a covered roll of homemade stew.

'' OHHHHHH ... OH, THAT 'S LOVELY ! DEEPER, BOBO ... LICK DEEPER ! serpent THAT ... AHHHHHH ... TONGUE WAY UP ... INTO MY CCUUNNTTT ! ! ``

The pleasance of it was becoming unbearable. Marge 's heart clamped shut. Her question began rocking to and fro. Just as her landlady arrived at the landing, her manus poised to tap, margarin let out a pleasured moan that even an old woman peering through a screen threshold could n't misinterpret.

Abruptly Bobo quit licking her.

'' DO N'T STOP NOW, DAMN IT ! '' Marge wailed, grabbing at his head and trying to force him to remain. `` LICK, lap ! I 'M ABOUT TO CUM ! I WA-WANT YOU TO contribute ME OFFF ! ! ``

But Bobo 's inherent aptitude told him it was time to mate. In his head 's eye, although oleo was his schoolma'am, he regarded her as he would let a bitch dog in estrus who 'd presented him with a dribbling pussy to clobber. The lacing was over. His member was fully vertical. come bloated his egg, the pressure of it urging him on.

Barf, vomitus ! he scolded as he jerked his straits free of Marge 's hands. And up he reared, hopping into position on his hind legs. The pencil eraser tip of his glistening pricking found its Saint Mark and he bowed his back, sinking the wide length of his tapering, beet-red animal member into her human pussy before the astonished Marge realized he meant to mount her.

'' NAAAAAHHHHHHH ! ! '' margarin squealed, and then sucked in her breath raggedly, shuddering from heading to toe, for the show tip of the dog 's penetrating tool had speared directly into the bantam, supersensitive oral cavity of her womb itself, sending a inundation of sheer bliss through her orgasmically primed torso.

'' AAAAAAHHH, GODDD ! ! she bleated, as the horny animal locked his forelegs around her and started humping the marrow to her. `` I 'M CUMMING ... CUMMING ... CUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGG ! ! ``

The clap of sudden XTC obliterated any common sense of appal repulsion Marge might receive had. She knew she should n't tolerate this crime against nature, but a woman shuddering with orgasm is hardly in a position to defend her honor. Her toes curled down and hugged the testicle of her stockpile foot. The long, graceful newspaper column of her nylon-clad stage twitched spastically. Her arms lifted in a series of jerky motility, her fingers spread wide apart and her hands shaking visibly before they faltered - it was her intention to shove Bobo off her - and changing her brain, she grabbed the dog 's arching can and tugged his pleasure-giving prick into her spasming kidnapping clear up to its hairy hilt.

'' AAAAAHHHH-GGGAAAHHHHH ! ! '' she trilled, letting the animal lick her face as her head lolled rapturously from side to side. `` OHHHHHH ... OOOHHHHHH ... THAT 'S SOO GOOODDD ! ! ``

Her interior muscles convulsed rhythmically, clutching the tricky column of Bobo 's fully inserted, spear-like erection, which, because a dog 's consistence temperature is higher than a human 's, felt glowing hot to Marge although it was actually only a few degrees hotter than a man 's penis. And she felt something else, too, for most wiener ejaculate their first loading quickly and the milking action of her steaming vagina did the trick for Bobo, who had a big, rusty shipment built up.

Bobo whined mournfully as the bulging hunk of ready-to-be-released semen slipped swiftly up the impulse shaft of his pussy-engulfed penis. And oleomargarine, who was still in the final throe of her toe-curling climax, whined right along with the animal. With every jangling face in her orgasm-wracked trunk she could feel the knot gliding up Bobo 's dick, coming closer and closer to her contracting and relaxing uterus. She 'd seen a couple of click copulating once, so she knew what was about to take place. Only she did n't manage. It was too recently to give up now. Decency demanded that she hurl the sept pet off her before he planted his subhuman seed in her belly. But decency be damned, for she wanted to feel it spurting into-her !

And, man, did it spurt ! Oh, how it spurted ! The lump snuggled right up to Marge 's uterus, into the mouth of which had already been inserted the pencil-eraser foreland of the dog 's thumping organ, and out it all came in one surging, superhot stream. The gummy dog spermatozoon gushed into her like water from a sun-heated garden hosepipe that 'd suddenly been turned on full force.

'' WHAAAAHHHHHHH ! '' she shrieked, throwing back her head with the unbelievable joy of it as the geyser-like blowup of scalding dog cum blasted directly into her rotund uterus, filling that most feminine of all her female organs gloriously full and then making it well up up like a balloon to take the repose of Bobo 's massive load.

'' OHHHHH, MY GODDD ! ! '' Marge groaned, her glassy eyes bulging in ecstatic disbelief.

This was wonderful ! It felt too godawful honest to be true ! But it was avowedly, and the illicit pleasure of having her womb bloated by the inundation of Bobo 's canine cum thrilled Marge to the core of her passion-wracked being. The supreme joy of this blatantly obscene union with her big dog plunged margarine nonstop into a instant climactic paroxysm, the volume of which made her first, toe-curling cum feel like a midget tickle by comparison.

'' NNNAAAAAHHHHH-GGGAAAHHHHH ! ! '' came her guttural moan of complete fulfillment, as the agony/ecstasy of her spine-wrenching orgasm blanked out her mind.

'' HOOOO, HOOOOO ... oooohhhhhhHHHHH ! ! ``

Her head snapped from slope to side, her shoulder-length brunette hair fanning the air.

'' AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

The features of her lust-contorted face were twisted into a masquerade party of unadulterated walking on air. Her own son would n't have recognized her if he 'd walked in the door at that here and now, as marge 's landlady was now doing.

'' UUNNN, UUNNN ... OHHHH, GAWD, GAWD ... AAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Marge bleated, and bowed up, quivering and jolt, before she fell back limply and lay there sobbing out her inner bliss while her pleasure-soaked body shuddered helplessly.

After her longsighted, satisfying orgasm had run its course, Marge heaved a final suspiration and opened her oculus. The visual modality of her plump, gray-haired landlady standing just inside the door ripped the fatuous grin off margarin 's face.

'' OH, MY GOD ! '' oleo gasped. She shoved Bobo away and whipped down her attire to hide her naked loins. `` Missus Lord Nelson ! I know what you must be thinking, but please do n't - ``

'' Oh, for goodness sakes, youngster ! '' Mrs Nelson scolded in a grandmotherly fashion. `` Why should you care what I think ? Do n't apologize to me. After all, I did sort of sneak up on you, though I did n't mean to. '' She paused and giggled like a Danton True Young girl. `` But you really ought to be more careful in the future. fold the door, at least, dearest, or a show like that is just nonresistant to bring some horny salesman bursting in to rape you. ``

Marge was flabbergasted. She 'd expected the woman to rant and rave and order her out of the apartment.

'' That certainly is a nice red peckerwood, '' Mrs. Nelson commented as she watched Bobo flop down on the floor and bend his head back to bat his semierect member. `` And from the way you were carrying on, I 'll bet it must make felt every bit as good as it looks, too, hummm ? ``

A stupefied nod was the best oleomargarine could do, for the permissive attitude of Mrs Nelson - who was pushing seventy and looked to be the pilot of grandmotherly sweetness and purity - left marge stunned speechless.

'' I made a lather this morning, '' Mrs Lord Nelson said as she returned her tending to margarin. `` If I do say so myself, it turned out exceptionally well. I noticed you come in a spell ago, and I thought you might wish a stadium of it. You have n't had your lunch yet, I hope ? ``

Marge shook her principal. She still could n't trust this.

'' Good !''' Mrs. Nelson exclaimed. `` Let 's go into the kitchenette and Old World chat while you sample my stew. Do you have cracker ? I 'll trot back for some saltines if you do n't. ``

'' I, uh, have some crackers, '' margarine, who was simultaneously slipping her feet into her shoes and shoving her dirty panties out of survey under the couch, replied haltingly, for she 'd stocked up on market the previous evening.

They sat down on reverse incline of the tabular array, Mrs nelson beaming approval as Marge dug into the big bowl of delicious homemade stew.

'' I had a German shepherd like yours once, '' Mrs. Horatio Nelson said with a sly wink. `` He 's long stagnant now, of trend, but King sure helped me stay true to George during the war. ``

Now oleo understood why Mrs Nelson had n't been shocked. She flashed the kindly old lady a thankful smiling, because her voluntary confession made Marge sense much less shamefaced about succumbing to bestiality herself.

'' Sometimes I wish I had another one like top executive, '' Mrs. Lord Nelson went on. `` Not all dogs will do it to a adult female, you know. ``

At your age ? Surely you 're not grievous ! Marge felt like saying, but apparently the old gentlewoman meant it, so margarine stifled the urge to express mirth. `` I could loanword you Bobo, '' Marge said jokingly, never dreaming the sweet-smelling little old lady might acquire her up on it.

But it was n't a joke thing to Mrs. Admiral Nelson. The old gal had snow on the cap but there was still plenty of fire in her furnace. `` I was hoping you 'd say that ! '' Mrs : Nelson gushed. `` Oh, God love you ! I 'll take him to the family with me if you do n't mind. I want George III to see me taking him on. Do n't vex, honey, I wo n't tell George about you. The poor dear. He has n't had a commodity hard-on in more than a year. It used to give him such a thrill to see King and me going at it. Who knows ? I might just get two unspoiled screwings today, and would n't that be like old meter ! I think I 'll aim Bobo and look sharp home now, '' she said, and got up from the table. `` No, no, do n't get up. ''

'' wealthy person fun, '' marge called after Mrs. Lord Nelson as the agitate cleaning woman entered the living room to collect Bobo on her way out.

'' You can be sure I will, '' Mrs. Viscount Nelson called back. `` My pussy 's all aflutter just thinking about it. fall on, Bobo, you 're invited to a party at my firm. Oh, yes, you gorgeous animal, sniff me, if you want to. Do you like the smell of it ? Yes ? Ha, ha ! We 're going to feature us a real unspoilt fourth dimension, Bobo, just me and you and George, and I 'll fake you a gracious, juicy steak afterward. Would you like that ? ``

leading Bobo by his collar, Mrs Nelson started out the doorway, then paused and called to Marge, `` By the way, honey, I almost forgot to ask. Did you get that job you were telling me about yesterday ? ``

'' Afraid not, '' margarine answered. She was entering the living elbow room to see Mrs. Nelson out.

'' Well, do n't look so glum about it. There 'll be other jobs. good deal of them for a pretty Brigham Young woman like you. Say, wait a minute ... can you prepare ? ``

'' It 's about the simply matter I can do well, '' oleo admitted. `` That, and keep back house. ``

'' Then I know ... yes, I 'll telephone set him and urge you, if you want me to. My babe 's boy. He 's got a drive-in restaurant not far from here. Within walking distance, in fact, and when I talked to Sis on the telephone yesterday, Jim 's Captain Cook had just up and drop out on him with no observation. Jim was having to run the straw man and do the cooking, too, and he 's got a substantial goodness business going there. make up his help mighty in force, too. If he has n't hired another Captain James Cook yet, I 'll bet he 'd just be tickled to death to pay you a try. That is, if you think you might be worry. I do n't think of to meddle, and I imagine working in a kitchen might be ... ``

'' God, yes, I 'm interest, '' margarine interrupted. `` Call him, Missus Lord Nelson ! Please call him now ! ``

CHAPTER ennead

It was hot, hard workplace and the pay was n't all that slap-up - a hundred a workweek for a thirty-hour shift key - but margarin was glad to get the job. Nor was it the kind of creative cooking which she enjoyed. peck of Warren E. Burger and fries was what it took to fulfill the sharp-set appetence of the drive-in 's customers, mostly teen, and it kept oleomargarine hopping to fulfil the stream of parliamentary procedure turned in by the one counter girl and the three carhops. Mr. Worley - Mrs Nelson 's nephew Jim - broke marge in to the way he wanted things done and, when the Order piled up faster than she could fulfill them, he pitched in to aid her out, always joking and carrying on with her the way he did with the Edward Young girls who worked for him.

Mr. Worley was in his early fifties, turning bald. He was a wiry little man. At five-foot-five, he stood two column inch shorter than margarin. Mainly he made all the deglutition and tended the immediate payment cash register, but he seemed to sleep together his business and was all over the place when thing got busy. The only thing the jolly minuscule man did n't do was hop cable car. He and margarine hit it off right from the start. By the end of her starting time chemise, they 'd send away the `` Mister Worley '' and `` missis Sayre '' bit and were calling one another by their first names.

The simply real protest oleo had about her job was the hours - two in the afternoon public treasury ten p.m. when the place closed - because she did n't like the idea of leaving her nine-year-old son alone in the even. At commencement the boy walked to the drive-in and hung around for an hr or so after Marge had given him his supper, then Mrs Lord Nelson sort of adopted him and margarin quit worrying about him so much, knowing he was being looked after in the evenings and put to bed promptly at eight. It was n't so bad. The drive-in was closed on Sunday and Monday because Jim would n't work on Sunday and said he 'd learned the hard way that Monday was a money-loser.

Although Jim was married, happily he said, he insisted on driving Marge nursing home every nighttime and she let him. She liked the man and saw nothing ill-timed with accepting a drive from him since he was her employer. Then they got to stopping at a bar for a nightcap. One Nox they had three beverage before Jim took her home base and margarine, who was a bit tipsy and had n't had any loving for weeks, allowed her boss to kiss her goodnight.

Jim was all over her in a matter of minutes. They were parked in the alley behind her apartment, and he was wrestling her around in the fanny as if they were a couple of teen, French-kissing her while he fought her custody to play with her foam-rubber tits through her blouse. Finally he shoved his deal forcibly under her dress and began rubbing her cock-starved pussy.

'' No, Jim ! '' she panted, when he slipped his hand inside the secretion-soaked crotchband of her nylon panties and probed two fingers up into her juiced-up one-armed bandit. `` Ohhhhh ... oh, do n't ! damn it, I ca-ca n't ... let you chouse me ! ``

But screwing her was n't what he was after. He begged her to let him go down on her, nothing more, swore he could worship her for her fabulous leg and ass, that watching her move around in the kitchen had made him weirdo to eat her snatch. He did n't worry that her genitals was sweaty and that she needed a douche. In fact, the warm tone of her aroused cunt seemed to excite him all the more.

He would n't take no for an result. Like a wild man he wrestled her down and, jerking her panty crotchband to the side, began slavishing licking her hairy pickle, whimpering and shaking with emotion as he did so.

Once she felt his overlapping tongue and suctioning lip working on her erogenous crack, Marge melted and let him own his lustful way with her. He made her cum twice before he groaned and shot off in his pants.

'' God, I do n't know what came over me, Marge, '' he said when he finally let her up. `` I 've never done that to any woman before. There 's something about you, baby, something that brings out the animal in me. I 'm not gon na say I 'm sorry because I 'm not. Jesus, I 've never enjoyed anything so much in my entirely liveliness. Do n't throw in the towel me, Marge. stop on. I 'll reach you a gracious raise if you will. ``

She accepted a cigarette and a light from him. His hands were still shaking. Strangely, she did n't regret what had happened. He 'd satisfied her sexual needs, leaving her in a relaxed temper of physical upbeat. `` I 'll never have intercourse with you, '' she said. `` You 're a get hitched with man and I 'm not about to become a home-wrecker. ``

'' Just let me eat you out every now and again, '' he pleaded. `` All I want to do is worship that delicious cunt of yours with my rima oris. ``

'' Are you sure you 'll be satisfied with that, Jim ? '' she asked in a tauntingly throaty whisper, for she was beginning to enjoy the mounting sentience of baron which her strong-arm solicitation apparently gave her over her boss.

He gulped and shook his head. `` I 'll be wanting to figure out those pretty little feet of yours, too, and your gorgeous legs ... and, oh, God ... your ass ... that beautiful ass ! marge, I 've been fighting this for yr. But you, whatever it is about you ... I ca n't fight it anymore. At work ... nothing will be different there ... do you understand ? Except I 'll call forth you XXV dollars a week starting this week ... and I 'll pay you more later ... if you 'll ... '' His voice trailed off.

It was his expression of blissful abasement more than what he 'd said which struck a responsive cord in Marge and brought a division of her personality which she 'd never known existed rising to the surface.

'' I think I 'm beginning to get your message, boss man, '' she intoned, and slapped him quite hard. When he only whimpered, she slapped him `` That 's the way you want me to treat you when-we 're alone, is n't it, Jim ? ``

He gulped and nodded. `` We 'll go to a motel adjacent clock time. I 've got some leather things I 'd like you to endure. You will dominate me, wo n't you ? ``

'' Completely, '' she assured him, for now that she realized what their family relationship was to be, she was eager to get it going. She 'd read of such things before, and now she knew why it 'd held that inexplicable sense of fascination for her. `` Do you sleep in pajamas ? '' she asked.

'' Why, yes, I do, but why do you ask ? ``

Her smile belonged on a jungle cat stalking its prey. `` Because I would n't want to mark you where your married woman might see it. You do n't want her to know, do you ? Of path not, so bare your chest for me. ``

Obediently he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled up his T-shirt.

'' I 've noticed you admiring these long red nails of mine. I 've always wondered why I took so much bother keeping them this way. But now I know, lover, thanks to you. ``

With that, she reached over and raked her acuate fingernails slowly across his chest. The more he whimpered and trembled, the deeper she dug them in. There were four red welts across his thorax when she finished.

'' Did you enjoy that as much as I did, Jim ? Does it stir you the way it excites me ? ``

'' Christ, yes ! More ! '' he pleaded.

'' Oh, no, '' she laughed. `` That 's all you get this evening. I 'm calling the dead reckoning from now on. Buy me some thigh-high boots, will you ? ``

'' Black ones, '' he husked.

'' Of course shameful, '' she said, and told him what size to buy before she sent him on his way.

margarine went up the step humming softly to herself. She felt commodity, confident, herculean, and she knew her new confidence was a send resultant of the dormant streak of distaff potency which Jim had evoked from her. It gave her a strange and howling feeling, although she realized it was only a small part of her come personality. She supposed she ought to poke it around, examine it, analyze it, but she was disinclined to do so. How much better it would be for her in the long run to simply savor and enjoy this new aspect of her personality, for it drove away her care concerning the future. All her life she 'd palpate dependent on men in one way, or another, and she 'd resent it. But no longer. Now a man was subordinate on her, and it worked an odd sort of magic within her. Now, for the maiden metre since her hubby had deserted her, marge felt able to get by with life as it was.

It made no difference that her new-found optimism was totally unrealistic, for like the humblebee - whose body is too heavy for its wings but it does n't get it on that and so flies anyway - Marge refused to be concerned about details which did n't pastime her.

'' What were you doing down there in the car so long ? '' Kenny demanded.

'' That, untried man, happens to be none of your business, '' Marge replied as she kicked off her shoes and padded toward the privy in her carry understructure. `` You 're supposed to be numb. Now turn off the lamp and get that way. ``

The room was dark when she emerged from the John dressed for bed, but Kenny was n't asleep.

'' I saw you down there, '' he muttered, as she slipped in beside him.

'' Oh ? You were peeking out the windowpane again, were you ? ``

'' I had to. ``

She could n't assist smiling in the wickedness. `` Jealous, '' she accused.

'' I ca n't serve it ! '' he snapped. `` If you wo n't let me urinate love to you, then I do n't want you letting no one else. ``

'' I told you to forget about that, Kenny. I 'm not going to let you. It was a fault, so why must you keep bringing it up ? ``

He scooted closemouthed to her and put his hired hand on her stomach. oleo said nothing. She lay perfectly still while he inched his handwriting lower. When he got this way, it was easier on both of them for her to let him feel her up a slight bit. It was n't healthy, but neither were his jealous tantrums when she refused to let him tinct her between the wooden leg. Ordinarily she did n't appropriate him to pull up her nightgown, but for some reason she did n't stop him tonight. She was in a rather rascally humor and wanted to see what he would do when he discovered that the crotchband of her panties was sopping wet

'' You 're all sticky down there ! You let him make up love to. you, did n't you ? ! ``

'' Maybe ; but what if I did ? '' Marge asked teasingly, and immediately regretted saying it. For some strange intellect his jealousy flattered her, but she 'd never deliberately egged him on before. `` Oh, dearest, I 'm sorry. I shouldn't 've said that. ``

'' Then you did let him screw you ! '' Kenny whined in jealous rage, and started rubbing her clefted hummock as if it was his right wing to be harsh with it.

'' No, damn it, I did n't ! '' Marge snapped.

'' Then why is your cunt all wet ? ! '' he demanded, and suddenly he snaked his pocket-size paw in through the rubber band legband of her panties. She felt the Sami as she had that dark Frank had put his hired man on her. It excited him terribly. `` mamma, Mama ! '' he cried, probing his digit into the slippery softness of her warm, wet slot.

'' Ken-nieee ! '' Marge wailed, grabbing his wrist. `` No, nooh ! Oh, dear, you must n't do that ! ``

'' I got to ! '' he whimpered, waggling his finger inside her.

'' No ! You have n't got to ! '' oleomargarine said, but his hired man was locked inside her pantie, and she could n't get his digit out of her catch. `` Damn, it, Kenny, do n't ! intercept it now ! That 's plenty ! ``

'' I ca n't avail it, Mama ! ``

He would n't let up. She was full of hot paste, and he kept swishing his finger's breadth through it. marge tried not to like it, but it got to feeling good and finally she let go of his wrist.

'' Oh, son, this is so legal injury, '' she sighed. `` I should n't let you ... mmmm ... do this to me ! ''

'' It feels good, do n't it ? ``

'' Yes, yes ! Ohhh, it does ! '' she crooned.

He began sliding his fingers in and out of her hair-fringed opening, and oleomargarine could n't deny that it felt lovely. The fact that it was her own little boy frigging her only made it all the more delicious.

'' Take off your panty and let me fuck you. again, momma ! ``

'' Kenny, no-ohhh ! Savior, what am I going to do with you ? I 'm your mother ! I ca-ca n't let you put your peter in me, honey ! And I ... should n't even be ... letting you do this ! ``

'' Do n't you like it ? ``

In and out, in and out ; his, finger were moving steadily.

'' God, yes, I like it ! All right ... bed me ... but just with ... aaaah ... your darling niggling fingers ! ``

She drew her step-in crotchband aside and held it out of his way, parting her pegleg so he could get at her wagerer. She knew she was playing with fire, wished now that she 'd never given in to his conniption and allowed him to match her pussy to cool it him down. But it was too previous for that. The scathe was done, and now she was letting him finger-fuck her !

honey God, what next ? she thought. I must be losing my judgment ! But, he 's all I 've got ... and it does experience good ... goddamn me, why do I have to be so frail ? !

Kenny was kneeling over her now, and oleo had kicked back the masking. It felt like he was trying to do work his whole helping hand up inside her. She drew up her ramification slightly and spread her knee wide as they would go.

'' I love you, Mama ! '' he panted, giving it to her with all four of his young digit, his thumb cupped inside them. `` I wish we had that no-good thing I fucked you with before ! You liked it, did n't you ? ''

'' God help oneself me, but I did ! '' she admitted, rotating her buttocks as she grasped his wrist. `` push button harder, dear ! See if you can get your little hand into my pussy ! ``

The lad grunted and shoved, grunted and shoved, the way he 'd seen Frank do with the dildo. It hurt his hand and made his mother groan as if he was killing her, but he knew she loved what he was doing to her so he kept it up, hoping she would let him do it to her again. Oh, how he wanted to fix making love to her ! He dreamed about it almost every night.

'' AAAGGGHHHHH ! '' margarine groaned. `` donjon TRYING ! OHHHHH OH, sister, distress ME ! I LOVE ITTT ! ! ``

Little by piffling her flexible cuntflesh yielded to the ceaseless rough probing of her son 's humble hand.

'' I THINK IT 'S sledding IN, mummy ! ``

'' YES, YES ! PUSH ! OHHHHH ... HARDER ... pushing, PUSH, PPUUSSHHH ! ! '' Marge shrieked, her stern quivering as she employed the brawn in her shapely wooden leg to help her thrust up her steaming twat.

With the aid of her free-flowing vaginal lubricant and the tally force of her sneak hips, the hand of Marge 's nine-year-old child popped in through the tautly-stretched cuntal opening between her legs.

'' AHHHHH, GODDD ! ! '' she cried, and fell back gasping for hint, her body shuddering with the enormously wicked rush of their vulgar accomplishment.

'' DO YOU LIKE IT, mammy ? DOES IT flavor GOOD ? ``

'' MAKE A FIST ! '' she gasped, and shivered with the bawdiness of it as she felt him closing his deal inside her. `` NOW PUT YOUR ... ARM UP ... INTO ME ! ``

If anything, Kenny was more excited than his mother. He loved the tactile property of her warm, wet pussy and was only too glad to do what she said. He drew his manus up into a fist and, wondering how it felt to her, he started pushing it deeper into her heaving belly.

The crisp haircloth surrounding her slick, sleek hole brushed the kid 's cutis as he worked his arm into her slowly but surely. When his wrist disappeared, he paused and glanced up at her cheek in the semidarkness.

'' Sir Thomas More ! '' she panted, and when he gave it to her, she moaned, `` OH, KENNY, YESSS ! KEEP IT ... AAAGGGHHHHH ... COMING ! ``

Her swollen sex petals hugged his arm like a tight condom set. The more he inserted into her, the tighter her hair-ringed entrance gripped his ever-broadening forearm. By the time she 'd taken half of it, she feared it was going to break open her.

'' DO N'T STOP ! '' she said, her hands twisting the sheet beside her wave articulatio coxae. `` MORE, HONEY ! I WANT MMOORREEE ! ! ``

Kenny forced more of his arm into her. He loved his mother more than anything in the mankind and did n't want to damage her. But she seemed to love the hurt so he figured it was all right.

'' OHHHH, IT distress ! '' she moaned. `` HURTS SOO GOOOODDD ! ! ``

It was as if she 'd translate his judgement. Kenny smiled.

Now he knew it was all right. Maybe if he hurt her pussy enough, she would pass in and let him fuck her again ! With this goal in thinker, the boy began twisting his arm back and forth, pulling it out of her a little before he drove it back in with a grunt, sinking it gradually deeper into that wonderful, hot, wet, hole between her legs.

'' OH, GOD ... AHHHHH UUUNNNGG-HHH ... GOD, GOD ... OHHHHHHH ! ! '' Marge moaned and groaned, her perspiration-sheened trunk jerking blissfully each time Kenny 's arm rammed a lilliputian bit farther into her.

He was stretching her cunt all out of shape, but she did n't give care. The state of nature pleasure of this insane act - which margarine would give birth thought impossible if it had n't been happening successfully - plunged her into a fit of raging lust.

INCEST ! her conscience railed. THIS IS INCEST !

No, no, no ! Marge moaned inwardly. It 's his arm not his penis ! And I 've got to feature it ! As lots of it as he can lug up me ! Even if it kills me to hire it !

'' More, more than, Thomas More ! '' she bleated, nearly passing out with the transport it produced when his fist started bumping against the hypersensitised neck opening of her uterus, jolting that feminine electronic organ higher up into her body.

'' BUT, mamma, IT 'S IN UP TO MY articulatio cubiti ALREADY ! '' Kenny squeaked. `` ARE YOU SURE ? ``

'' YES, YESSS ... AAAGGGHHH ... I 'M SURE ! IMPALE ME WITH IT ! dedicate IT TO ME ... OOOUUUU ... clear UP TO YOUR ... AAAHH ... SHOULDERRR ! ! ``

What the passion-crazed woman told her son to do was a strong-arm impossibility, of trend, but the energize child did his damndest to please her, and her wolfish slit actually did swallow his elbow joint and a distich of inch of his slender upper arm before his fist had her womb shoved up into her shivering trunk far as it could go without rupturing something inside her.

'' GAWD, GAWD, GAWD ! '' Marge chanted, her question burrowing into the pillow as she clawed the mattress beside her quaking hips. `` I WANT ... OOOOHHHHHH ... I WA-WANT ... ''

'' ME TO FUCK YOU WITH MY ARM ? '' Kenny asked eagerly.

'' YES, YES ! '' she panted, revolving her hips in a smashed, circular apparent motion. `` OH, commodity LORD ... YESSS DO IT ... DOO ITT ! ! ``

Kenny grinned confidently. He was pretty for certain she would let him put his aching Simon Peter in her muddle before long now. But he was n't in any hurry, He was fascinated with her hairy hole. It felt decent to have got his arm inside it, where she was real hot and wet and soft as velvet. Keeping his clenched fist clenched, he started pulling his arm out to the wrist and sinking it back in money box her pulsating orifice snapped over his elbow. In and out, in and out he fucked her with his arm, and the way she sobbed and shook made his own insides feel like they were melting and running together.

'' UUNNN-AAAHHHHHHH ... UUNNN -- OOOHHHHHHH ! '' margarin moaned as the lewd pleasure of her son 's rhythmically pumping arm washed over her in a continual stream of flood-like waves.

It was obscene to the nth grade what they were doing, but glorious ! Marge could n't lie still. It was too fantastically undecomposed, the way Kenny 's small clenched fist kept her pleasured womb bobbing up and down in her belly like a cork on a wind-swept lake. She thrashed about rapturously with her weapon outflung and her thenar slapping the bed.

'' KENNY ... KEN-NIEEE ! ! '' she said, the cords connecting her thighs to her groin standing out taut as bowstrings, jerking and twitching as she rotated her hips in a abrasion up and down motion which threw her twat up to facilitate her young child stuff his arm deep into her heave belly. `` CHRIST, YESSS ! AAAHHHHH ... move over IT TO ME, PRECIOUS ! LORD, BUT THAT ... FEELS SOO ... GOOOODDD ! ! ``

Sweat rolled off her feverish body. Her breathing spell came in great gasping huffs. A continuous flow rate of pleasured cry issued from the tremulous mouth of her gaping mouth. The blood-engorged sassing of her furry slash clung to Kenny 's arm, making liquid, lurid slurping noises when he drew it partway out of her, then fluttered submissively and folded in around his forearm when he plunged it back into the moist rut of her secreting vagina, the deeper end of which responded with a joyously lascivious squishing speech sound.

Slurp, squish ! Slurp, squish ! Slurp, squish !

The wet auditory sensation of her steaming fuckhole greedily gobbling then releasing the plunging forearm of her nine-year-old child only added to marge 's erotic pleasance. She had no apology to fall back on this time, She was drunk, yes, but on lust not liquor. The flame of her deprave Passion licked searingly at her interior. If this was incest, then so be it, for Marge was enjoying it tremendously.

With every raw-ended nerve in her keyed-up body she could feel her son 's fist bumping her cervix uteri like the headland of a gigantic cock. His shaftlike forearm kept the balmy, slippy doughnut of her exposit, hair-surrounded time slot pumping in and out as it shuttled back and forth, back and Forth, driving his fist like a piston into the very profundity of her pleasured abdomen. She hoped it would go on forever, but the terrific sensations it produced soon became too lots for her human pulp to endure.

As the bittersweet tensions of preorgasmic fury tightened her blood-congested loins, damming up the flow of pleasure until it became the sweetest shape of torture on earth, Marge sucked in her breather raggedly and bore down with her heels and shoulder. Her thorn hang into a bow-shape. For a moment her arch, trembling organic structure hung suspended in the air, her firm/soft asscheeks quivering visibly.

Then the dam broke and her repressed intimate tensions flooded out from her jetty in homocentric waves of boiling bliss. Her culmination was unbelievably intense. She grabbed Kenny 's arm, already into her up to his elbow, and tried ruttishly albeit unsuccessfully to lug it up into her stomach vindicated to his shoulder.

'' NNAAAAA-GGGAAAHHHHH ! ! '' she cried and fell back weakly, her entire torso shuddering ecstatically. `` CUMMING ... CUMMING ... OOOHHH, GOOD LORD ... AM I EVER ... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGG ! ! ``

She threw back her fountainhead, her middle rolling up until only their egg white could be seen.

'' AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH ! ! ``

Sweat rolled off her in piece of paper as a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her febrile form.

'' OOOOHHHH ... OOOOHHHH ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH ! !

Her long, shapely legs flailed about helplessly, the pink dog of her nice feet beating the mattress erratically.

'' UUUNNN, UUUNNN ... AAAAHHHH

OOOUUUUUUUUUUU ! ! ''

It felt as if the incredible fire of agony/ecstasy exploding mysterious inside her were ripping her apart at the seams.

'' UUUUUNNNNN ... AAAAAHHHHH ... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

The full rapture of it overwhelmed her. All she could do was lie there sobbing brokenly when her orgasm reached its excruciating tip, the silklike paries of her juiced-up vagina grabbing convulsively at her son 's pussy-engulfed arm as her perspiration-drenched dead body shivered and shook in a frenzied dance of mind-numbing intimate fulfillment.

'' Can I fuck you now, Mama ? '' Kenny asked, as his mother lazed in the dreamy afterglow of her all-over cum, whimpering and sighing repeatedly.

'' I su-suppose ... I might as well ... let you, '' she panted, knowing that after what they 'd already done, he would go on at her until she gave in or spanked him, and spanking him was the farthest thing from her mind. `` I should n't .. but all right. ``

'' Oh, boy ! direct off your pantie, mama, and your nightgown, too ! ``

He backed his arm out of her with a sluu-uurrppp ! and marge sat up and pulled her

nightgown off over her beading, then lay back down and raised her midsection so her little boy could adopt her panties off her. She could see his font by the dim light from the nighttime light in the kitchenette. He was terribly excited, She could n't facilitate thinking how cute he was as he stripped off his pajamas. His little prick was hard as a osseous tissue, angling up from his totally hairless groin.

Neither of them spoke now. A sensual smile of calm acceptance played over oleomargarine 's face as she scooted to the nitty-gritty of the bed and spread her legs for him. Perhaps she would hate herself for this tomorrow, but not tonight. The mood she was in, it seemed like this was destined to be. She took Kenny in her arms and kissed him the way no mother should kiss her own son, shivering with titillating pleasure as she insinuated her tonguetip between his inexperienced lips and gradually eased her mouthful electronic organ into the warm, wet cavern of his hot little mouth.

No verbal communication was required to get the estimation across to the bright lad. Tentatively he began licking back at his female parent 's wiggly, lapping tongue while she held him by his aching stem, her former script stroking his bottom. She kept making funny slight noises in her pharynx as she squirmed beneath him, rubbing the medium mind of his erection in a tiny circular motility within the top region of her wet, feverish whirl. He answered one of her muffled sighs with a whimper of his own and instinctively started sucking her sweet-tasting tantalizing tongue.

Slowly oleomargarine withdrew her spit, its tip coaxing Kenny 's to follow. When she had her tyke 's minor taste harmonium in her mouth, she sucked down on it and, cupping his quivering young asscheeks with both hands, gave a tug which drew his appealing lilliputian peter broad into the steaming slice between her break legs. `` MMMMM ! '' she moaned through her nose, continuing to absorb and lick at his lingua. The forcible esthesis of being penetrated by her little boy 's fat, three-and-a-half-inch dick were pleasant enough, but they could n't compare to the marvellous illicit rush which giving in to incest provided. It was sinful and loathsome but incredibly sweet !

She held him into her right up to his bird's-egg-sized ballock and, trying to swallow his tongue, contracted her cuntal sphincter until the elastic rim of her hairy hole puckered like the top of a draw-string bag to hug the break open base of his pulsating phallus. Joyously she began working her sexual muscles, making her pleasured twat squeeze down on Kenny 's pecker in a rhythmical milking action.

'' UUNNN, UUNNN ! '' the kid whimpered into her mouth, his body shuddering helplessly. Then he started grunting as his prick pounded with a heartbeat-like meter in the moist, velvety-warmth of his mother 's terrific hole. Shock waves of orgasmic exuberance blasted through him He was cumming without having hunched her a I time.

Marge broke the recondite, wet kiss and hugged him fiercely. `` OH, PRECIOUS, YES, YESSS ! '' she cooed. `` YOU 'RE CUMMING IN ME ! I CAN feel YOU CUMMING ! IS IT GOOD, SON ? DO YOU dear MOTHER 'S cunt ? OOOUUUU ... OH, CUM, CUM ... HAVE A well CUM ! DEAR GOD, HOW SSWWEEEETTTT ! ! ``

At nine, Kenny was much too Edward Young and physically immature to blunder seed. A duo of dip of oozing, crystal-clear fluid was all his pumping pecker produced for his mother 's athirst slit. The lack of spermatozoon did n't thing to her one whit, though, for just feeling her son 's penis vellication and tug inside her thrilled Marge to the core of her voluptuous being. She would n't have missed this for the mankind now that it was happening. It was heaven on dry land. She knew it was horribly wrong, but she did n't chip in a damn.

'' Shit ! '' Kenny panted when he could find his articulation. `` I wanted to ... shag you ... mommy ... before I ... ca-came ! ``

'' Do n't worry, you fiddling bugger, '' she said with a throaty chuckle of pure delight. `` We 're not through yet. ``

CHAPTER TEN

Tomorrow was Billy Sunday. They could both sleep recently. Now that they 'd sampled the veto fruit of incest, Marge realized how truly delicious it was. She had to have much More. In her exhibit mood of sensual dissipation, she longed for a feast of wicked fornication with her suddenly irresistible piffling boy.

Damn what anyone might think of me ! Marge thought as she rubbed her face against the top of Kenny 's head and caressed his bald Lester Willis Young tail lovingly with the perspiration-dampened palm of her open-fingered mitt. No one will ever know. Kenny has proven he can go along a secret.

'' So you want to pull in love to me, do you ? '' she cooed. `` All rightfield, so long as you keep your mouth shut about it, I 'll let you have a go at it me any time we both feel like it from now on. What do you say to that, honey ? ``

'' Oh, boy ! '''

She laughed softly. `` Mother 's little buff, that 's what you 'll be. ``

'' I do love you, Mama. molecule than ever now ! ``

'' Oh, precious, yes, I know exactly how you feel ! I did n't recall it was possible to love you any more than I already did, but I do. God help me, I do now. You 're my pride and joy, Kenny. It 's terribly ill-timed for us to be carrying on this way, but I know you ca n't help it and I 'm afraid I ca n't either. That damned Frank ! If it had n't been for that cheating illegitimate ... ''

Her vocalization trailed off. It would do no trade good to fault Frank. He was out of their biography forever and she wanted to forget him. True, he 'd coerce them into incest ; but he had n't made them like it, had he ? Marge had to admit the resolution was No. There was no way she could charge hot dog for tonight, because it was all hers and Kenny 's behavior. But she did n't want to opine about that. Corrupting her barren Brigham Young son would be vastly more enjoyable than mulling over the cause why she - who 'd always prided herself on her decency - should now be wanting to do such a wicked, unmotherly thing.

'' Do n't sing about him, mamma. You do n't need old Frank or any other man now, do you ? I do n't require you letting anybody else make love to you. Not ever again ! ``

'' Now, Kenny, it is n't goodish for you to be so jealous of me, '' she told him, but secretly she was pleased.

Kenny tried to get her to promise she would n't ever let anybody but him do it to her. She refused to call him anything, and could n't reject teasing him about being jealous. She knew she should n't loosen him, because it was only making him worse, but it gave her such a charge to have her trivial boy demanding that she be faithful to him. He wanted her all to himself, and this excited margarin in a reprobate manner.

'' No, honey, '' she taunted. `` You may as well hush up about that. You 're very sweet but you 're just a footling boy, and if I get to needing a man-sized dick in me, why, then I 'll just birth to get me a man with a big hard dick and let him give my pussy a good ass and nada you can say or do is going to stop me. Of form, if you wanted to watch, like you did that morning at frankfurter 's, I might just agree to ... ''

margarin was deliberately tormenting her son, and damned if it was n't turning him on as much as it was her. This was mental sadomasochism, pure and simple, and they were both responding to it. Kenny 's soaking penis had gone limp after his climax, but now, as Marge played to his insane green-eyed monster by threatening to let some stranger man screw her in front of him, the boy 's humble pecker sprang back to an even bigger and difficult erection than before.

'' SHUT UP, MAMA ! DO N'T TALK THAT WAY ! '' the nine-year-old wailed, and he started fucking her same mad, grunting, `` UHH, UHH, UHH ! ``

'' That 's it, baby ! '' she encouraged as she caught the manic pacing of his thrusting motions and began working with him. `` Fuck mother 's hot slit ! Fuck it good ! Show me you can fill me and ... mmmmm ... maybe I wo n't need anybody else to do it to me for ... aaaaahh ... another week or so ! Hump it to me, you little bugger ! Ohh, ohhh ... oh, that does sense nice ! ``

They were off and running on a mother/son fucking lucifer, Marge loving every second of it as her possessive youthful child gritted his tooth and strove to show that his was the just mother fucker she needed for now and evermore. She whispered in his ear the thing she wanted him to say to her, and he threw her lust-inciting give-and-take back at her with gusto.

'' SHAKE IT, YOU COCK-HUNGRY squawk !, '' he rasped, repeating his mother 's whispered phrasal idiom as he stabbed his stony little organ rapid-fire in and out of the sweltering gash between her upraised legs.

'' JESUS, YESSS ! '' Marge moaned, her passion double at the sound of Kenny 's unrestrained spokesperson throwing her own obscenities back at her.

She shook it. round of drinks and around and up and down. Being careful so as not to break their peter/pussy connection.

'' OH, MAMA, MAMA ! '' he cried, humping away at her.

Marge began whispering in his ear again, and Kenny echoed her pantingly :

'' OH, infant ... WHAT A HOT ... PUSSY YOU GOT ! I LOVE IT ! bemuse IT ... UP TO ME ! THAT HOT, WET snatch ... HARDER ... FASTER ... screwing, female parent UUNNNN ... fucking WITH ME ... YOU HOT-ASSED SLUT ! ``

'' OH, GODDAMN IT, YESSS ! '' Marge squealed, for hearing her innocent offspring spout coarseness gave her a dotty and wicked thrill.

Caught, up in a fit of lecherousness, she grabbed his bouncing bottom and started screwing him like crazy. If she had n't been holding him by the buns, she would 've surely bucked him off. The soles of her feet and her shoulders were the simply parts of her touching the bed, except for her ass, which kept banging up and down like a jackhammer. The resilient cheeks of her bobbing backside made the bed snap and squeak incessantly.

'' AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH ! '' she chanted blissfully.

The physical effort of it had her sweating again. Soon, she was huffing and huffing, for air, straining for orgasm, almost reaching it time and time again only to hold it evaporate as she reached out for it. Lovely as his prick felt jabbing into her - and her son was really trying to delight her - it simply was n't big enough to stumble the lever tumbler of her climactic release mechanism. She needed something much fatter and longsighted stuffed up her. As she was contemplating her problem without missing a chance event, thinking how divine his arm had felt, Kenny 's pussy-slick organ slipped out of her oversized twat and, much to Marge 's appalled delight, it stabbed full into the tiny, erogenous ring of her brownish, puckered asshole.

'' AAAAHHHH-GODDD ! '' she rasped, suddenly stopping all gesture and holding him into her rectum rightfield up to his orb. `` NO, NO, KENNY ! LEAVE IT ... rightfulness WHERE ... IT iodine ! ! ``

Whereas Frank 's big peter had hurt her when he forced anal intercourse upon her, her son 's small organ felt marvelous in the tightness of her appreciatively quivering butthole. All at once. the result to her problem dawned on her as if a alight bulb had been switched on in her head.

'' Do you like mother 's ass, darling ? '' she cooed. `` Does it palpate as unspoilt as her cunt ? ``

'' Oh, boy, yeah ! '' he breathed, nodding. `` It feels even better, mommy ! It 's so hot and compressed ! ``

'' Do you desire to. finish fucking me in it ? '' she asked hopefully, and when he nodded eagerly, the said, `` All right wing, but let me up for a minute first ! I want to get something in the kitchen ! ``

Kenny could n't realize how his female parent could think of food at a fourth dimension like this, but he did n't give her any argument. At last she was letting him fuck her and, man, was it corking !

feeding was the furthermost thing from margarine 's mind, however, as she climbed off the sofa bed and trot peeled into the kitchenette, her womanly buns bouncing and her little-girl titties jiggling. That good morning Mrs. Nelson had given her an assortment of fresh vegetable from her fall garden, which margarin had washed but had n't as yet put into the refrigerator. She switched on the light and * * * * * * * * * * * ed from the counter a cucumber about eight column inch long and slightly thicker than her wrist. Leaving the light on - it did n't shine directly on the bed but provided sufficient illumination for her and Kenny to see what they were doing - she padded back into the combination bedroom-living room carrying the cuke in her right hand.

'' What 's this for ? '' Kenny asked when his female parent handed him the farseeing, dark-green veg.

'' You 'll soon see, '' she told him. as she lay down in the heart of their bed and drew up her articulatio genus with her stage pass around panoptic apart. `` I do n't know if it 'll work, but it ought to. I had a girl once - never mind that, just see if you can press the cucumber up into my kitty-cat, son ! ``

Her twat was a shimmering, brownish objective surrounded by tight curls of sex-wetted pubic hair. With her muscles relaxed, it yawned open to let out the glistening red folds of her cuntal vestibule and the ruby tintinnabulation of her less sass which formed the opening of her vagina itself.

Remembering the dildo, Kenny got the estimation without further explanation and grinned his commendation. At his mother 's direction, he placed the humble, more smoothly round off end of the cucumber vine into her furry slot and began inserting it with palm atmospheric pressure applied to the large, flatter end.

Her soft, blood-engorged labia majora were coated with a slippery pic of the raw, feminine lubricating substance oozing down from her secreting inner case. Since they 'd already been stretched once this evening to suit the spacious share of Kenny 's forearm, they offered little underground to the phallic-shaped vegetable. Her hairy gap yielded quite readily, in fact, and swallowed whole the eight inch of fat Cucumis sativus rather hungrily.

'' Oh, wow ! '' Marge sighed, shivering and squirming about, `` It feels terrific ! It 's got lovely little protrusion all over it, Kenny, and I think I felt every one of them while you were pushing it in ! ``

Kenny spotted something he had n't noticed before. It looked like a miniature peter, except it was redder and it was n't actually sticking out of her. He flicked it with his digit, that affair that was standing out in the turn back V at the very top of her pussy.

'' HHHUUUUU ! '' oleo exclaimed, and she jerked reflexively.

The sudden motility of her previously stilled soundbox caused Kenny to jump off back, removing his helping hand from her hair-ringed porta, and when he did, her slippery vagina expelled the cucumber. All shiny wet with its application of her womanly juices, the tenacious, common object stroke from her internally convulsing cocktail dress and thumped to the bed between her legs.

The lad was afraid he 'd done something awry. Assuring him that he had n't, Marge took his hired man and placed his finger back on her clit. She taught him to falsify her joy push button as, between sigh, she explained its delicious function.

'' Oh, infant, you 're making mother so hot ! '' she moaned, after he 'd been massaging her man in the boat for a minute or, so. `` Put that cucumber vine back in me now ! ``

Glassy-eyed with passionateness by this time, the nine-year-old was only too glad to obey. He picked up the slippery vegetable and stuffed it back up her steaming slot. Then Marge drew up her prospicient shapely legs until the colloidal suspension of her feet rested monotone on the bed near her squirming rump. She opened her raise legs until they formed a all-inclusive V. Then, holding the cucumber vine with the digit of her left manus, she used her rightfulness to feel some sexual lubricator from her snatch. After she 'd applied the cleaning lady goo to her erogenous rectum, she took her son by the slit and, pulling him into potion, guided his rock-hard penis into her vulnerable asshole.

'' OOOUUUU ! '' she whimpered as the erotic sensations of being anally penetrated by a male organ which was the perfect size for the job, rippled through her pleasured trunk. `` Oh, Kenny ... pet, this is going to be even undecomposed than I 'd hoped ! ``

Now that his niggling dick was into her, his hairless pubic mound pressing against her furry cleft, there was no way the vagina-filling cucumber could luxate out again. She threw her arms around the fry and hugged him tight before she slid her hands lower and cupped the tensed, laborious little cheeks of his boyish bottom.

'' screwing your mama, dearest ! '' she whispered sultrily, her rump revolving ruttishly. `` Nice and slow ! Stroke that darling putz in and out of my hot ass ! ``

Anything mama said was aces with Kenny. Her pooper felt a lot sloshed and hotter around his stem than her mature pussy had. He 'd thought her pussy was the most wonderful affair in the world, but man, her butthole was even substantially ! Bracing himself with his human elbow on the bed beside her ribcage, he laid the slope of his head on the relatively matt expanse of bureau between the little mounds of her pert short titties and began fucking unhurriedly into the snugly encircling ring of her lubricated anus.

'' OOOH, OOOH, OOOOH ! '' Marge chanted, when he got going with a smooth, sweetie rhythm.

He was pumping her nix rear portal with approximately three-inch strokes. Each clock time he backed his Henry Sweet cock partway out of her clinging asshole, the elastic walls of her packed vagina sprang back sufficiently to tug her uterus forward. Its tender mouth would bump against the rounded end of the cucumber and, like a plunger, push it forward, making the larger end protrude about three in from the slippery initiative of her puffy-lipped bit. Then Kenny would jab his peter back into her appreciative rectum, his fatty mound catching the end of the percentage of cucumber which her kitty-cat had forced out, and his downward impulse would force back the longsighted, fat object full into her again, its smaller end shoving her womb back up into her belly and enlarging her vaginal cocktail dress to hold it select every bit of the wrist-thick, eight-inch cuke.

The cucumber felt refreshingly cool down, but other than that, the sensations it provided were amazingly similar to the glorious ace which Frank 's larger than norm ding had given her, and creature or not, her ex-lover had turned her on to intercourse and made her love it, whereas she 'd only present passively to her husband and had rarely enjoyed it during all the years of their marriage. Those days of sexual disinterest were gone forever now, however, and Marge was sighing with the sensual pleasure of it as her son sodomized her, his screwing movement keeping the cucumber - the body of which was almost superposable to a fully erected male organ - shuttling incessantly back and forth in her overjoyed vagina.

'' OHHHHH ... OH, KENNY ... BABY ... OH, LORD, IT 'S GOOOOODDD ! ! '' she said, tugging him into her with her workforce cradling his rump as she pressed down with her feet and shoved up to assemble him halfway. `` AAAHHHHHH ! ! ``

Indeed it was practiced. It was as if her precious little boy had two pricks - one the arrant size for her hungry pussy and the other one ideal for plugging the erogenous little opening of her pleasured erect vena portae - and he was giving them both to her at once, sodomizing her and screwing her simultaneously.

'' MMMM, MMMM ! '' she moaned, the muscularity in her wooden leg catching and relaxing as she worked with him to intensify their mutual use of this strange, deliciously ungodly act of mother/son incest. `` GOD, YESSS ... I LOVE IT ... LOVE ITT ! ! ``

oleo was keenly aware of the nodule which stood out from the guerrilla outer surface of the heavy cucumber bobbing within her slippery tunnel, for they brushed against the slick walls of her secreting vagina and kept the sensitive inner surfaces of her blood-engorged labia majora fluttering delightfully. And the further stimulant of feeling the smooth, elastic rim of her gripping bunghole pumping in and out around the shot of her son 's thrusting dick gave her a steady current of the most voluptuous sensations. When she 'd gotten the mind of inserting a Cucumis sativus in her vagina while her son cornholed her, she 'd expected to enjoy it but, goodness grief, she had n't dreamed it would feel this terrific ! It was ridiculously in force !

'' KENNY, KENNY ! '' she panted, her abdominal muscles rippling beneath the silky softness of her perspiration-glossy skin. `` YOU 'RE BUGGERING ME ... SO GOOD ! OHHHHH ... OH, IT 'S lovely ... LOVE-LEEE ! HARDER, sister ANHH, YES, YES ... AND FASTER, TOO ! FUCK IT ... INTO ME ... THAT sweet DICK ! CORNHOLE MOTHER 'S ... HOT ASS AND ... OOOOH ... MAKE HER ... OOOUUUU ... shuffle HER CUMMM ! ! ``

'' I THINK ... I 'M 'BOUT TO, TOOOO ! ! '' Kenny squeaked, and he slipped his low hands in under the upper berth slopes of his mother 's jouncing buns as he answered her call to action.

The lad 's boyish behind flew up and down, his achy peter plunging like a Walter Piston in the snuggery, furnace-hot cylinder of her anal canal, while his pubic pitcher's mound stuffed the bobbing cuke back up her fasting as her pulsating twat tried to push it out.

'' OOOHHHHH .. YES, DARLING, YESSS ! '' she sobbed, her well-proportioned rump gyrating to the cadence set by Kenny 's rapidly pumping prick. The frenzied friction of it was setting her asshole on blast, making it tingle and scratch like everything, while the combined apparent motion of their arcing rose hip kept the recollective, thick-skulled cucumber flying up and down in her slick, velvety vagina, its deeper end increasing her pleasure immeasurably each sentence it banged into the supersensitive neck of her uterus and shoved that pear-shaped organ of femininity back up into her belly `` Irish bull, SHIT ... OHH, SWEET jack ! I 'M GOING ... OUT OF ... MY MIND ! GO, BABY, GO ! jut ME ! RAM IT TO ME ! AHHHHH ... MOTHER 'S LITTLE LOVER ... PRECIOUS Angel Falls ... UUNNN, UUNNN, UUNNN ... YEAH, YEAH ... OH, GODDAMN IT ... YESSS ... piece of tail ME, FUCK ME ... FFUUCCKK MMEEEE ! ! ``

His mother 's passionate yell spurred the boy on. Whimpering blissfully, he speeded up the pacing until. he was cramming his throbbing stalk up her quivering butthole fasting and hard as he could go.

This was precisely what marge wanted now. Her orgasm loomed on the horizon and she was rushing toward it. The corduroy connecting her thighs to her groin stood out boldly, jerking and twitching as she employed the muscles in her pegleg to facilitate her gibe her cock-hungry bunghole up to her son. The copious production of clear cuntal secretions oozed from her hairy slice and trickled luridly down the crack of her furiously bobbing cigaret. The tail end of her vaginal fountainhead was wax of hot woman library paste, causing her to squish lewdly each time the synchronised efforts of their lunging together drove the Cucumis sativus all the way back into her pulsing snatch.

'' UUNNN, UUNNN ... OH, JESUSSS ... NOW, KENNY ! '' she yelped, giving it everything she had for a moment, her wilderness gyrations making the bed groan and pop in protest. Then she slammed down with her foot and shoulders, holding Kenny hilt-deep in her winking rectum as her eubstance arched upward. She hung there briefly, her bowed torso supporting the insignificant weight unit of her slender son while the perspiration-sheened globes of her adorable rear end did a quivery dance in midair before she collapsed back to the bed with the child atop her, sob, `` NOW, SON ! OH, MY GAWDDD ... NOW, NOW, NNOOWWW ! ! ``

The roiling rapture of her unfurling orgasm engulfed her completely, blotting out her conscious cognisance as it picked her up and carried her soaring to the heights of carnal fulfillment.

'' I 'M CUMMING ! '' she bleated, her torso thrashing about .. `` CUMMING. CUUUM ; -MMMIIINNNGGG ... CCCUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG ! ! ``

The stiff walls of her vagina clamped down harshly on the embed cucumber. Had it not been for her son 's denuded pubic mound, pressed tightly against her hairy pickle, her cunt would 've expelled the slippery cuke like a submarine launching a torpedo. As it was, the larger end of the phallic-shaped veggie thudded against the lad 's groyne and stopped abruptly, only to stimulate her convulsing snatch sucking it back in a schism secondly later. As the cucumber 's smaller, more rounded end banged back into the hypersensitive mouth of her orgasmically spasming womb, oleo threw back her head and voiced her delight with a guttural :

'' WWWHHHAAAAHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

This was too much for the child. His mother 's fluttering assflesh was grabbing at his throbbing peter like the mouth of some huge, fever-crazed bloodsucker. Her anal rim alternately tightened and relaxed around the base of his buried shank, hurting and feeling marvelous to him at the Same time. It felt as if her ravenous shit meant to chew off his shaft even with his soundbox, and Kenny did n't much like if it did, for the suctioning effect of her snapping rectum drew him into orgasm along with her.

'' MAMA ... MA-MAAA ! ! '' he hissed through gritted teeth, and then his mouth fell overt as his lust-glazed eyes clenched shut. `` UUNNN, UUNNN ... mama ... UNG, UNG, UNGGGHHHHH ! ! ``

His stubby prick gave a mighty throbbing, its head expanding to the boundary inside her anal retentive canal. Then oleo could sense it twitching with the unmistakable rhythm of his spermless climax.

'' GOD ALMIGHTY shucks HOW SSWWEEEETTT ! ! '' she groaned and, overcome with a surge of incestuous motherly lovemaking, she nearly squeezed her blissfully grunting child in half. `` YOU 'RE CUMMING ... WITH ME ! I CAN ... AHHHHH ... FEEL YOU ! OH, KENNY ! YES, PRECIOUS, YESSS ... OOOOHHHHHH ... CUM, sister, CUUMMM ! ! ``

'' UNG, UNG ... AAAHHHHH-GGAAAAHHHI HHH ! ! '' the boy cried.

'' OHHHHHHH ! marge moaned, her sweat-glistening torso shivering ecstatically. `` KENNY ... LOVER ... MY LITTLE ANGEL ! OH, Christ ... NNNAAAAHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

Her top dog rocked mindlessly from side to side, her belly heaving and her asshole sucking at the three-and-a-half inches of throbbing vernal dick stuck up her butt. It was divine, both of them cumming together, her son 's shuddering physical structure holding the pleasure-giving cuke full phase of the moon into her joyously spasming pussy while his darling little long pounded away in the het astuteness of her spastically quaking rump. If this was n't heaven, then it was close adequate to suit margarin, for she 'd never had a better screwing than the double-reaming which her son had just given her.

'' OOOOOHHHHHHH ! ! '' she groaned.

And Kenny answered her with a series of sighs, grunt, and enraptured moans : `` AAAAAHHH ... UNN, UNN ... AHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHH ... UUNNGGGG ... OHH, OHH ... OOOUUUUU-AAAHHHHHH ! ! ``

'' UUNNN-GGGAAAHHHHH ... OH, sonny BBOOYYY ... mother LOVES ... YYYOOOUUU ... GAWD, GAWD ... OHH, the Nazarene GODDD ... IT 'S SOOO ... GODDAMNED .. GGOOOOODDDDD ... HAAAA-LLAAAAAHHHH ! ! ''

They clung to one another like no mother and son should, both of them sobbing and shuddering and moaning aloud with the nearly excruciating rapture of their co-occurrent cumming.

'' Okay, dear, you can back up that sweet dick out of me now, '' Marge said after the rewarding present moment of their incestuous union had passed. `` I believe we 've had enough for tonight, do n't you ? ``

The head of Kenny 's limber penis departed his mother 's gripping rectum with a wet-sounding pop not unlike the uncorking of a small bottle.

'' I can scarcely move, '' marge sighed, as her son rolled off her and her finger caught the pussy-wetted cucumber that came sliding from her hairy kettle of fish. She tossed it over the side of meat of the bed and let it strike where it would. `` Whooo ... what a shag you gave me ! ``

Kenny grinned. `` You wo n't let nonentity else now, will you ? ``

'' Well, '' she drawled tauntingly. `` Not tonight, anyway. Now go wash your peter, my envious fiddling lover, and let 's see if we ca n't get some eternal rest. ``

Marge smiled to herself as Kenny got up and toddled off to the lavatory. After the way he 'd satisfied her with the aid of that foresighted, fat cucumber, she was glowing with a sensory faculty of physical well-being. She knew they should n't take done it, but strangely adequate she did n't see enough guilt trip to upset her lazy mood of decompress voluptuousness.

She was smoking a cigarette when her son climbed back into bed.

'' have a go at it me ? '' she purred.

'' Yeah, '' he replied grudgingly. `` And you better not let nobody else stimulate love to you, either. ''

'' Jealous, '' she said, and laughed softly.

'' I ca n't help it, momma ! '' he wailed.

'' I know you ca n't, dear, '' she replied as she got up to rick off the luminosity in the kitchenette. `` That 's what makes it so delicious. ``

Kenny snuggled up to her when she got back in bed. He 'd put his jammies back on but Marge was still naked. She finished her cigarette, mashed it out in the ash tray, then rolled onto her side and took him into her arms.

The way she was feeling now, her own sweet, insanely covetous son was the only lover she would ever be wanting from this night on. But his possessiveness pleased her more than he would ever live, and she was n't about to narrate Kenny anything that might change his attitude.

CHAPTER 11

One school term with her boss in the anonymity of a motel room was enough to cure Marge of any dangerous leanings she thought she might experience toward all-out distaff dominance. It was exciting at first, stripping down to her nylon hosiery and supporter belt then putting on the iron boot and leather chastity belt with the broad waist cinch buckled above her hips. The leather bra Jim had was made to establish the nipples of mamilla much larger than hers, so oleo pitched it away before she picked up the whip and began parading tauntingly around the elbow room for him.

It turned her on a little to walk on his defenseless, prostrate body, digging the ear bounder of the thigh-high black the boot he 'd bought for the special occasion into his more than willing flesh. She did n't beware flogging him, either. In fact, it gave her a perverted thrill to lash him and try his moan of sore cloud nine as he jerked and writhed about. But she tired of this unusual, strenuous sport before he 'd had enough. He wanted her to eviscerate blood with the whip, and she could n't bring herself to go quite that far.

His disappointment was evident, but it did n't stop him from groveling at her metrical unit when, at his spur, she stripped naked and sat down on the edge of the bed. He began at the Sol of her foot, holding them one at a clip as he slavishly licked every potential inch of each sweaty metrical unit then sucked each red-nailed toe individually.

Shrimping, Jim called it, but whatever its name, this part of their unlawful interlude was highly pleasurable for oleo. Having her legs licked was n't bad, either, and she loved it when he spit-bathed her can, especially when he got going in the crack of her ass, the tip of his tongue tickling her anus every time it swept past. Then he pried apart her asscheeks and started eating her mother fucker itself, sucking it and tongue-fucking it as if it were a miniature cunt.

oleomargarine was set to cum when Jim ruined it all by requesting that she honor him with a shite. He actually wanted her to startle shitting and allow him to eat her excrement directly from her physical structure while it came sliding out of her butthole.

Just the thought of doing such an unspeakably dirty thing turned Marge off. She refused to oblige him, but after much begging on his part, she finally agreed to give him a water shower. They went into the john and Jim sat in the tub, his articulatio genus drawn up to his dresser, while she stood above him spraddle-legged and urinated down onto his upturned, enchant face.

The future day at work she had no respect for her boss whatsoever, which only made him all the more eager to become her nail and devoted slave.

Day after day he pleaded for another session in a motel, but Marge kept putting him off. He made her sick now. She started looking for another job and found one much more to her liking - day hostess at a really squeamish restaurant - before she quit without notice, leaving Jim in the same predicament which she 'd bailed him out of in the initiative place.

CHAPTER dozen

Marge loved her new job. It was the type of ladylike lieu she 'd visualized for herself when she 'd first found it necessary to attempt employment. Her diffidence behind her, she wore LE war paint and dressed more becomingly for her age. She felt very feminine and confident, and it shone through in her upbeat disposition and graceful manner.

She and a dental practitioner who lunched regularly at the restaurant soon became quite friendly. Doug was a few years older than oleomargarine, a widower whose young nestling was in college. When he asked her to attend a concert with him, and work her son along, too, margarin was delighted to accept.

All in all they had a very pleasant eve. Since Kenny was included, and seemed to like Dr. Alcorn, the jealousy oleo had expected from her son failed to happen. Until they got home, that is, and marge sent Kenny up to their apartment while she remained in the car with Doug, perfectly willing to be kissed goodnight by him. He was a professional man, doing very well financially, which made him nonpareil husband material, margarine was thinking.

When Marge entered the apartment with her lipstick smeared, perhaps a half-hour after she 'd sent Kenny up, the lad was in bed, naked, with a hard-on and a cucumber.

'' What happened ? '' he asked excitedly. `` Did Dr. Alcorn fuck you, mama ? ``

margarine smiled. This was her boy, acting just the way she liked him to. She kicked off her high heels and began disrobing in front of him.

'' No, but he certainly kissed me a lot, and I let him pet my pussy. See how wet my panties are ? ``

She whisked her apparel and slip off over her head and stood with her legs apart, in stockings, garter bang, panty and bra, so Kenny could catch the secretion-soaked consideration of her panty crotchband.

Bobo, who spent about half the time at Mrs. Nelson 's now, was in the flat tonight, lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. The big German shepherd caught the olfactory property of Marge 's waken grab and got up wagging his buttocks. He walked over to her and nuzzled her between the legs with his muzzle. But Marge, who 'd only succumbed to bestiality that once, slapped him good and firmly, and Bobo went back to the foot of the sofa-bed and flopped down dejectedly on the flooring,

This did not go unnoticed by Kenny, but he 'd seen the sept pet trying to smell his mother many times before so he thought little of it. He 'd been imagining what Dr. Alcorn might be doing to her in the car, and he 'd worked himself up to a feverish pitch of desire.

'' Come to bed, Mama. I want to prepare hump to you. ``

'' Of path you do, dear, '' she chuckled. `` I knew it would be this way. Well, issue forth on, envious, are n't you going to scold me for letting Doug feel me up ? ``

Kenny shook his fountainhead. His jealousy was taking a different course tonight.

'' Oh ? '' Marge said. It was a letdown for her. She loved it when he gave her hell for even talking about letting a man ball her. That 's what she wanted him to do now. `` Uh-huh. wellspring, I suppose you 're thinking Doug got me hot, and now you 'll get to finish the job. Is that it ? ``

Kenny grinned cockily.

'' And you will, too, '' she said. `` But let me tell you something ; I was n't thinking about you while Doug was kissing me and rubbing my snatch. The succeeding time I go out with him, you 're staying domicile. I think maybe I 'll let him go all the way, too. What have you got to say to that ? ``

Kenny winced. He gulped, squirming a little as hie thought about what she 'd said.

This is more like it ! oleo thought. I should n't taunt him that way but I ca n't serve it. He 's so cunning when he 's jealous !

'' He put my bridge player on his tool, '' margarine went on as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. `` I would n't let him contract it out, but I fondled it through his pant. It felt like it was nearly as big as that cucumber you 've got there, son. ``

'' SHUT UP ! '' Kenny yelled.

Marge smiled and rubbed her crotch. `` It was hard as a John Rock, too. shucks, it felt good ! Mmmmm ! Yes, I believe I will let him stick it in me Saturday night. That 's when he 's taking me out again. By myself this time, and - ''

'' mamma, PLEASE ! '' Kenny wailed. `` DO N'T TALK THAT WAY ! ``

She removed her panties and started unhooking her nylon hose from her supporter belt. `` Your peter 's twitching, Kenny. I think you 're about to cum, are n't you ? Tell mother, does it make you overjealous, knowing that Doug is going to fuck me ? ``

'' YES ! ``

'' But there 's nothing you can do about it, is there, sonny boy ? Your trivial orb, do they finger all hot and achy for me ? ``

He nodded tightly. `` semen TO BED ! ``

'' Of course of study, valued, '' she cooed and, dropping her supporter belt to the floor, she sat down on the edge of the bed to polish off her nylons.

This would be the quarter time she 'd let him stool love to her. Not that he had n't wanted to more than that, almost every night in fact, but generally she would only let him sense her twat through her pantie before she pushed him away and told him to go to sleep. Although she could n't fend giving in to him occasionally, it did make her flavour guilty afterward. After all, he was her son, and he was n't even ten years old yet ! She kept telling herself that it would n't happen again, but it had, and tonight she just could n't help oneself herself. She was in one of her wanton moods. In fact, she felt downright licentious, and all she 'd had to drink was a brandy hours ago, after the sumptuous supper Doug had bought them before taking them to the concert.

When she lay down completely naked beside her son, he pushed her legs apart and knelt with his fountainhead above her groin so he could seem at her fascinating hairy hole as he probed its dew-moistened petals with his little-boy 's fingers.

'' You should always snog a lady first, '' she told him. `` Not just dive at her cunt. ``

'' Shit, '' he replied. `` You 're no lady. You 're my hot-assed mother ! ``

'' Mmmmm ! '' she purred, and tousled his neatly trimmed sandy hairsbreadth. `` Be careful what you say, darling. You know how hot it makes me when you talk that way. Unless you think you can care a violent charwoman, watch what you say. ``

'' Wild woman ! '' he huffed. `` Cock-hungry slut is more like it ! '' He captured her erecting clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a tweak.

'' Ohhhhhh ! Oh, you little sod ! '' oleo moaned, rolling her ass to egg him on. `` How I love you, Kenny ! You 're so sweet I could just eat you up sometimes ! ``

'' You 're always saying that ! '' he snapped as he scrambled up over her and sat down on her chest, his peg pinning her arms to the bed. `` Now do it ! suck my dick ! The way you did wiener 's ! ``

'' Kenny, no ! '' she scolded. `` You know I wo n't do that ! I do n't like it ! ``

Kenny would n't be put off this time. She 'd done it for Frank and, now that he 'd taken the man 's seat, she could damn well do it for him, too. He skinned back his three-and-a-half incher, picked up his mother 's read/write head the way he 'd seen her ex-lover do, and began brushing the rosy cap of his pecker back and forth across her closed lips.

'' You might not want to, mom. You did n't want to at first for Frank, either. But you did it, and you liked it, too, did n't you ? ``

'' Noom ! '' margarin whimpered through her nose, refusing to part her brim for fearfulness she would weaken. She knew she was n't fooling Kenny, for he 'd seen her go bananas blowing wienerwurst. But it made her feel so dirty and depraved to do fellation, and she did n't desire to lapse that low with her own son !

Goddamn you to hell, Frank Dixon ! she railed mentally. This is all your break ! Why, oh, why did you have to degrade me in front man of Kenny the way you did ? illegitimate child, motherfucker ! I hope you get a disease and your cock decomposition off ! If it had n't been for you, Kenny and I would still be decent masses !

But, again, the damage was already done and despite Marge 's protestations, it gave her a lurid chill to have her little boy holding her down, rubbing his swollen dickhead against her mouth. She had the strength but not the desire to bewilder Kenny off.

'' Come on, infant, '' her child was saying, parroting Frank, she supposed. `` surface up. You know you want'a take a sucking on my fuckstick. ''

And, God help her, she did desire to !

'' Kiss it a footling bit, '' Kenny 's voice droned in Marge 's plangency ears, as he insistently probed the bluntly labialize tip of his tempting glans penis between her lips. `` ejaculate on, lap up my node, and then I 'll let you show me what a greedy cocksucker you really are ! ``

margarin could n't resist. In a carrousel way, it was her own demerit, and she knew it, for teaching Kenny to speak to her this way. It always melted her to find out him talking dirty to her, and this time was no exception., With a mounting horse sense of toothsome chagrin, she pursed her wax, red lip around the end of his crown and kissed it wetly.

smacking, smack, flavor !

One kiss led to another. She moved her head about, planting fiery kisses all over the rosy surface of her kid 's penial bulb.

'' That'a little girl, mum ! '' the child exclaimed. `` Lick it now ! ``

'' Yes, yes ! '' Marge whimpered. She stuck out her pink tongue and swiped it over the forefront of his taut-skinned pommel. `` Oh, Kenny, we should n't be doing this ! It makes me feel so dirty ! ``

'' You 're gon na soak up it ! '' he told her. `` require me all the way and I 'll let you drink the gravy ! That 's what you want, ai n't it, hot ass ? A big mouthful of cum ? ``

She could n't serve laughing. `` Oh, preciously, hold on talking like that bastard Frank. You 're just a little boy. You do n't have got any gravy to give me. ``

The lad grinned sheepishly. `` You 're gon na do it, though, are n't you, mom ? ``

'' I ought to experience my head examined, '' oleomargarine told him. `` But, yes, I am going to suck your darling little prick. I want to now, so get off me and lie down. hastiness ! ``

'' You bet ! '' Kenny squealed. He jumped off his mother and lay down on his book binding with his legs apart.

oleo knelt between his legs, grasping his appealing goober in one deal and cupping his small, hairless testis in the other as she leaned over him.

'' It 's so unvoiced, son, and hot too ! '' she sighed, squeezing his stem fondly. `` What a sweet little prick you 've got ! ``

She took the shaft between her red-nailed finger's breadth and drew up on it, forcing the protective hood back up over his glans until the forefront of his foreskin pouted out like a hollow finger of satiny figure. And it certainly was silky, she discovered when she impulsively kissed the loose folds of his protruding foreskin.

'' It 's so voiced and warm ! '' she exclaimed.

Staring fixedly at his peter, she moistened her brim with her tongue, then, feeling perfectly wanton, she wrapped her red oral petals around the distended mass of penial tissue and sucked it into her sass as far as its elasticity would allow.

'' OH, mom ! Kenny gasped. It felt lovely to the boy, but watching her do that to his dick was what really activated him.

'' Mmmmm ... delicious ! '' Marge sighed, gently nibbling his foreskin with the sharp border of her presence teeth.

Then her lips enclosed the preputial overabundance again, and Kenny could experience his mother sucking it and licking it at the same time.

'' Shit, that feels secure ! '' he told her. `` Do harder ! ``

With her child 's passionate call ringing lewdly in her ears, margarin bit down lightly on his hidden dickhead and sucked his dilate prepuce harder She teased the tip of her spit into the opening and lapped enticingly at the pouty little mouth located at the very end of his hold in glans. Her suction a minute before had drawn up a drop of clear precoital fluid from his shaft, and the musky look of his boyish ambrosia delighted her taste sensation buds. Ruttishly she probed the front line of her tongue deeper and started twirling its insatiable tip round and around the sore forefront of his crown.

His foreskin was like a living glove around her tongue. It gave her a terrific thrill to lick the head word of his tool this way, with her knife inserted into his drawn-out hood, its satiny interior aerofoil forming the walls of an pliant cylinder which her lustful tongue took great pleasure in brushing against.

'' OOOOH ... AAAAAHH ! '' Kenny sighed, for his mother was massaging his aching young nuts with her palm as well as tantalizing his prick with her lips, teeth and glossa. Her finger had curled under his squirmy tooshie. The middle one had insinuated itself into the chap of his ass and was now playing up and down the fleshy gorge. He could sense the sharp boundary of her long, red fingernail tickling his rectum each time it passed over that destiny of his physique. `` mammy ! '' he gasped. `` I 'M 'BOUT TO CUMMM ! ! ``

'' Are you, darling ? she crooned, taking away her handwriting and month simultaneously just when she knew he needed them the most. She felt deliciously dirty now, was in the mood to suck his new dong as she 'd never sucked dog 's, but she longed to hear him telling her what to do. She threw him a seductive smile, licking her lips before she intoned, `` And what do you wait mother to do about it ? ``

'' consume IT IN YOUR MOUTH ! MY PETER ! AND SUCK ITT ! ``

'' Would you like me to scrape it back first ? ''

'' YES, YES ! rushing, Mama ! ``

'' You want me to be your son of a bitch ? Is that it ? ``

'' MY asshole ! YEAH ! MY GREEDY COCKSUCKER ! DO IT, DO ITTT ! ! ``

'' God, yes, I 'll do it ! '' she sighed. And with that, she peeled back his foreskin all the way and wrapped her soft red backtalk around the top of his jibe. Her oral flower petal molded themselves to his chaff and she sucked down hungrily on his denuded bulb. Her tongue sprang into action curling this way and that over the salty-tasting smoothness of his musk-flavored knob.

'' AHHHHHH ! '' Kenny cried, his total body chill as he grabbed his mother 's head and buried his fingers in the sweet, silky strands of her disheveled brunette whisker. `` SUCK IT, bitch ! suck IT, SUCK ITTT ! ! ``

'' MMMMMMMM ! '' oleomargarine moaned around her mouthful of palate-pleasing tool. Nothing could 've delighted her more than at this import than to throw him shout her a bitch. His throbbing dome was expanding with preorgasmic imperativeness inside her mouth. It made her palpate incredibly revolting knowing her son was about to go off in her mouth She sucked all the harder, flailing his pulsating crownwork with her knife to belt along his climax.

'' NOW, MAMA, NNOOWWW ! ! '' he shouted, bowing up and shoving her nous down simultaneously.

The balance of his throbbing dick lurched into her oral cavern, its rounded tip embedding itself in the soft membrane lining the backrest of her pharynx. Her puffy red lip were mashed categoric against the perspiration-moistened peel of his totally hairless groin.

'UNNN ... UNG, UNG, UNG, UNG, UUNNGGGHHHHHH ! ! '' he grunted groaningly, falling back to the bed with her header still locked to his physical structure, her nose flattened against him now, too, and his heaving grim abdomen pressing over her optic so she could n't see a thing.

Seeing was n't requirement, however, for Marge could sense the principal of his dick ballooning in the upper berth region of her throat, the shaft twitching and jerking about in her viva cavity.

Dear Lord, how sswweeeettt ! she thought, her spit laving slavishly at the large vein running the length of his jibe 's undersurface as she sucked voraciously at her son 's orgasmically pounding prick.

'' CUMMING ! OHH, MAMA, AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

He did n't have to tell her that ! Although he ejaculated cypher because of his tender age, the way his Darling dong quivered and twitched told oleo without a doubt that her precious little boy was spending his pent-up lust in her vacuuming oral cavern. And how she loved having him do it !

'' OOOHHHHHH ... mom ... THAT 'S GOOD ... AAAAHHFIHHHHHH .. punter THAN ... OOOUUUU ... YOUR bastard ... MMMMMM ... EVEN ! bitch, squawk ... HOT-ASSED SLUT ... SUCK IT ... NNAAAAHHHHHHH ... MY CCOOCCKKKK ! ! ``

Marge thought he would choke her before he released her head. Finally he did let go, and she came up sucking, her voiced backtalk pulling out obscenely around his weakly throbbing bow as she drew air in through her passion-enlarged anterior naris. Pausing with only the oral sex of his precious Saint Peter the Apostle in her mouth, she sucked down like a desperate vampire who intended to enfeeble him of his life-juices, and was rewarded with several pasty pearl of heady-tasting teen sexual liquid.

'' MMMMMMM ! '' she moaned delectation, savoring the delectable boyish secretion, her mouthful buds tingling appreciatively, before she swallowed his slippery, milky-white precum that tasted faintly like semen even though she knew he was much too young to develop actual sperm. There was only a pocket-size amount, but its delicate tone was indescribably delicious.

She swabbed his glans immaculately clean with her tongue before she allowed the deflating shaft to pull the spongy electric-light bulb from her reluctant rim with a lascivious, wet slurping noise.

'' Aaaaaaahh ... ooooohhh ! '' Kenny sighed.

A fatuous smile of fulfilment was plastered on the girlishly fairly face of her young son when oleo looked up. `` Well, son, now you 've got mother going down on you, too, have n't you ? Jesus, what 's going to go of us ? I should larrup your fundament good, and if I had a poke of signified, that 's exactly what I 'd do. ``

'' Aw, Mama, '' he said with a grinning.

'' Do n't 'Aw, Mama'me ! '' she whined, feeling guilty as hell. Then her plan of attack of morals passed as quickly as it 'd welled up, and she grinned back at him. `` Yeah, yeah, do n't look at me like that. I enjoyed giving you a blow job, and you know it, do n't you, smarty bloomers ? ``

'' Yeah, and you 're a damn good cocksucker, too, mom. ``

oleo laughed aloud. `` I suppose you mean that for a compliment, so give thanks you, but how would you know, you sweet little fart ? How many blow jobs have you had, anyway ? ``

'' Just this one, is all, but there could n't never be one any better than that. Oh, mummy, I just loved it ! ``

'' I know you did, darling, and so did I. But what 's your poor people mother supposed to do now ? '' She flipped his limber, spit-coated penis. `` It 's no practiced to me in that condition. ``

She was still kneeling between Kenny 's stage, her voluptuous rump sticking out invitingly, and Bobo, who 'd forgotten the rebuffing smacking by this time, was prancing about at the foot of the bed, whining and licking his chop shot. Due to the patronize uses of his sexual talents by Mrs. Nelson, the High German shepherd was a confirmed pussy-hound by now, and the heady fragrance given off by his schoolmistress'twat was having its inevitable effect on him.

With a single puke ! to announce his intention, Bobo leaped onto the bed and licked oleomargarine eagerly, his knife slapping into the curly triangle below her upside-down puss, then dragging upward between her puffy labia majora before it washed luridly over her dickhead on its way up through the cleft of her pleasantly surprised behind.

` Oh, nooh ! '' Marge sighed. `` BOBO ! stoppage THAT ! ``

But the horny animal was concentrating on her cunt alone now, his lust-inciting tongue dipping rapidly into the part split of her succulent cut, and margarin could n't seem to move a muscle.

'' OHHHHH ... DAMN IT ... DO N'T ... AHHHH ... NO, BOBO, NOO.OOOHHH ! ! '' Marge sobbed, but his incessantly lapping tongue was sapping the strength right out of her.

It felt improbable ! If it. had n't been for Kenny, oleomargarine would n't bear protested at all. But she did n't want her son to see their pet licking her, and if she knew Bobo, licking was n't all he would desire to do to her ! With a halfhearted attempt to wield at least some semblance of decency, Marge emitted a mournful lament and reached back with her left hand, frantically slapping at Bobo 's head.

'' Do n't hit him, ma ! '' Kenny, who was taking this all in with a majuscule deal of pursuit, told her.

'' But, son ! '' she panted, trying to restrain that tattletale expression of carnal pleasance from taking over her face. `` He 's licking me ! ``

Kenny grinned. Bobo was his buddy from way back, and he was just a dog, so he did n't mind if Bobo wanted to lap up his mother 's pussy. It seemed shady to the boy, and it sort of commove him, too.

'' He 's not hurting you, is he ? '' Kenny. asked.

'' No, son, but ... ooouuuu ... he 's a dog ! Oh, make him quit, Kenny ! ``

'' Why ? You like it, do n't you ? '' he asked unnecessarily, for the glassy appearance of his mother 's eyes, together with the odd expression on her face, told him it was feeling actual good to her.

'' Yes ... I do ... but, Kenny ! Oooohh ! It 's wrongfulness, and ... oh, damn it ... I 'm afraid you 'll ... think I 'm .. just awed ! ``

'' Aw, Mama, let him clobber your cunt, I do n't care. It 's okay for Bobo to do it. ``

'' You mean ... you want ... him to ? ``

'' Yeah ! '' Kenny replied excitedly. `` Do n't you ? ``

marge licked her backtalk. That flashing red tongue was feeling better with each passing second base. She could n't lie at a sentence like this. A pleasured moan escaped her wetly quivering lips, and she nodded.

'' Good ! '' Kenny yelped, pushing up onto his elbows. `` 'Cause I want'a see it ! ``

'' All right ... then watch ! '' marge told him.

'' But, Kenny ... he 's going to ... want to ... fuck me, too ... and oh, Christ ... I do n't like if you do n't ! AAAAAHH ! OH, BOBO ... YESS, BABY ... slug ME DE-EEPPP ! ! ``

The child was all eyes. He could n't actually see the canine glossa lapping at his mother 's common soldier, but Bobo was standing behind her kneeling form, his head lowered to her butt, wagging up and down, and her face mirrored the lascivious pleasure it was giving her. His St. Peter the Apostle was already regaining its lost erecting as he scooted out from under her head. He wanted to see everything. She 'd said Bobo would be wanting to fuck her, too, and he could hardly wait to see that !

'' What are you doing ? ! '' Marge whined, as her son turned clear around and, on his back, began sliding in under her headfirst.

'' I want'a see it, Mama ! '' he said, and slipped in between her direct, torso-supporting limb, working himself low-down as her nipple, upper abdominal cavity, navel, belly and pubic mound, in that edict, flashed into view above him.

When his principal came to rest between his mother 's parted human knee, he was capable to await up through the soft, white column of her thighs and get a absolved panorama of the activity. And, man, was it something to see ! The swollen lips of her hirsute gob were pouting partway open. Bobo 's farsighted red lingua was lapping rapidly into her wetly-shimmering, brownish slot, spreading her hair-rimmed offer wider surface then letting it flutter as it closed just a tiny bit before he could lick into it again,

'' Oh, boy, mum, Bobo 's really going at you, huh ? ``

'' I should say ... aaaahhh ... he is ! '' margarine sighed.

'' You ought'a see it ! '' Kenny exclaimed.

'' I d-don t mmmmmmm ... pauperism to see it ! '' Marge panted. `` I can feeelll ... ohh, shit ... what he 's ... d-doing ... ohhhhh ... to meee ! ``

'' It feels good, I bet ! ``

'' Oh, Kenny, yesss ! '' she whimpered. `` You could n't believe ... how good ... ooouuuu ... it does feel n-nowww ! ``

Kenny got to thinking her pussy must taste terribly good, the way Bobo kept licking it. It was all juicy and red on the inside, he noticed, and her elongated button was standing out like a crimson finger of chassis in the hirsute V at the top, which was the bottom of her cunt from his present vantage power point. The nine-year-old 's oddment got the in effect of him and, since he thought nothing of sharing an ice cream cone with Bobo, each of them taking licks as he passed it back and Forth, he did n't hesitate a second once he 'd made up his mind.

'' Let me sample her, too, Bobo ! '' he said and, pushing the dog 's head out of the way, he raised up, stuck out his tongue, and licked into his mother 's succulent gash.

'' KEN-NIEEE ! '' Marge wailed. `` Wh-what you d-doing ? ! ``

'' Lickin'your kitty, mama ! And I like it, too ! Oh, boy, it tastes very good ! ``

One flavorful lick of Marge 's tangy slot was enough to turn her horny little boy into an eager muff plunger. He flung his blazonry around her hip joint and, holding to her womanly fanny, opened his mouth wide of the mark and glued his rim to her sex-wetted gap. The surrounding hair felt sort of scratchy but not unpleasant to his Chin and cheek. Following his instinct, Kenny shot his tongue far as it could go up into the velvety lovingness of his mother 's secreting inner sheath.

'' AAHHHHH ... OH, YES, YESSS ! '' Marge gasped. She 'd meant to recite him no, not after the dog had been licking her ! but it felt so safe to have her child 's tongue waggling around inside her that she completely forgot about the unsanitary aspects of it. `` OH, KENNY ... darling ... OHHHHHH ... DEEPER ! FUCK ME WITH UNNN ... YOUR tongue, baby ! YES, YES, YES ! SUCK mother 'S cunt ... AAAAAH ... GOOOODDD ! !

He pumped his tongue in and out of her, his lower berth lip inadvertently rubbing back and forth over the nerve-rich capitulum of her blood-glutted button as he did so, and Marge thought she would swoon with the rapture it caused.

My own small boy ! she sighed silently. Sucking me off., Going down on my slit ! I love it ... lloovvee it ! Lord in heaven, there 's no Hope for us now ! Incest, incest ... ohh, it 's divine ! I 'll never get enough of my precious angel ! Never, never !

Caught up in a fit of passion, oleomargarine began worshipfully licking her son 's stiff petty pecker and his small, denuded testicles.

Spurred on by his mother 's lust-inciting clapper, Kenny squeezed the spongy pillows of her asscheeks over his face. He inhaled the acrid odor of her sweaty anus as he sucked down harshly on her pulsing twat. His voracious suction brought him an immediate reward. The silky walls of her vagina were working overtime to produce an abundance of slippery woman goo, a mass of which was now being vacuumed from her. A undulation of the viscous hooey rushed down from the profoundness of her honeyed well and gushed into the boy 's suctioning mouth.

'' UUNNNNN ! '' Kenny moaned.

The alluvion of female person sexual secernment had a musky feel all its own, which required no getting used to. He liked it right off, despite the thickheaded consistency of its warm wetness. It seemed like the most natural thing in the globe for him to swallow the delicious substance and suck her pussy for Sir Thomas More of the exciting hot paste he 'd felt in her but had never tasted before this. Man, her pussy was salutary ! The tike was thinking he 'd like to suck up it all night long !

As she laved his dick and balls, oleo rimmed round of golf and around the smooth boundary of her child 's petite, ruck up rectum with the globe of her midsection finger. After only seconds of toying with his appealing aperture, however, simply rimming it was n't enough. She stuck her fingerbreadth in her mouth to wet it, then started gently inserting it into his buttonhole anus, being careful not to scratch him with her long, red-lacquered fingernail.

Kenny whimpered. His body tensed. She paused with her digit into him past the first metacarpophalangeal joint. Then he whimpered again, never taking his mouth from her clefted heap, and she felt his fingers probing at her anus as he pushed up desirously toward her hand, his action popping his sloshed butthole over the 2d metacarpophalangeal joint of her naughty digit. Realizing he wanted it all, she gave it to him with one deft jab, burying her full, long but slender finger into his rectum clear up to the palm. `` Do you like it, Son ? ``

'' MMMMMM ! ! '' he moaned into her puss, and stuck his finger up her erogenous rear portal.

'' YES, YESSS ! '' she squealed, and began licking his bird's-egg-sized nuts as they started finger-fucking one another 's appreciative mother fucker, Kenny sucking her pussy fervently all the while.

Recalling how lovely it 'd felt when her ex-boss licked her rectum, Marge decided to pleasure Kenny that way. It was a terribly cruddy matter to do, Marge thought, but he was her child, her own material body and blood and, the climate she was in, null was too sordid for her now. In fact, the dirtier the better, for she was feeling incredibly dirty and wicked !

His cockeyed anal ring clung to her brown-tinged finger as she backed it out of him. It was as if, now that she 'd been jabbing it up him, his anus was very reluctant to let it go. It made a flaccid pop haphazardness when the end of her digit broke absolve of his dilate aperture.

'' OH, DARLING ! '' she crooned, and licked her scorched sass as she gazed longingly at his winking orifice. `` WHAT A precious LITTLE cocksucker ! female parent 'S GOING TO candy kiss ITTT ! ! ``

She fingered his buttocks wide apart, pursing her sass, and planted a wet, loudly smacking kiss directly into his brown button hole. An illicit thrill rippled up her bowed spine.

'' Jesus of Nazareth ! '' she moaned and, overcome with emotion, she extended her natural language and began slavishly licking up and down the sweat-dampened gorge of her piffling boy 's held-apart undersurface, the tip of her taste organ flicking his anus in idolisation each time it darted past.

'' NAAAAHHHHHH ! '' Kenny cried with delight as he ripped his mouth from her juicy crotch and jerked his pocket-sized fingers - he had two of them up her butt - from her rectum. `` poke IT, MAMA ! slug IT, LICK ITTT ! ! ``

Anything she could do, he could, too, could n't he ? Besides, was n't her bunghole better to fuck than her kitty ? Hell, yes, it was, so it only stood to rationality that it would taste expert, too !

He pulled the smooth white moons of her juicy rump apart and stuck his case between them with his sassing across-the-board open. Out came his clapper, its tip searching and finding its stigma. With a groan, the lad pressed his lips to the crinkled Brown University hide surrounding his female parent 's anus and rammed his tongue all the way up her backside.

'' HUUUU-AAAHHHHHHHH ! ! '' Marge screeched, nearly pissing, it felt so marvelous, and without the slight vacillation, she returned his viva voce favor in variety, shivering with the double-barreled pleasure of having her butt speared with spit as she shot her own preference organ up into the tart-tasting deepness of Kenny 's lilliputian asshole.

The boy had been wrong. Her butthole did n't taste near as in force as her steaming snatch. But his tongue was full phase of the moon into her by the time he discovered this, and she seemed to wish it so much - was doing

the same thing to him and, man, did it feel capital ! - that he had no regrets. Actually, the inside of her ass had a tangy savor all its own, which was n't bad once the initial stupor of it had passed. His female parent was sucking his pooper now, plunging her tongue in and out of it, and he was More than willing to do the Lapp, really wild-feeling matter to her.

mother and son clung to each other 's can, performing frenzied analingus upon one another, as their big dog, who was left out in the frigidness, trotted round and around their indecently locked-together bodies, yapping in foiled desire. Bobo 's yearn, slender red phallus protruded from its furred sheath like an angry spear, its pencil-eraser head dripping eye tooth precum onto the bedclothes. The big High German shepherd was gear up and eagerly searching for a trap, any hole, so he could bury his gumshoe in it and get in on some of the action.

Because of the nisus involved in his awkward location - hanging onto her thigh-elevated pelvic arch from below like a monkey - Kenny stopped eating his mother 's butthole while she was still going strong on his. His neck opening was hurting when he let go of her feverish buttocks and allowed his head to fall back to the bed. He lay there whimpering with pleasure as her back talk continued to suck at his tingling rectum, her long, hot tongue reaming rapid-fire into his pleasured anal canal.

Above him he could see her hairy slot flapping and snapping with the saturation of her lusty desire. She was wide-cut of hot goo again. It was dribbling out over her swollen cuntlips in rivulets, stretching down from her genitalia in silvery, sparkling strings that dangled obscenely between her second joint. Droplets of her over-abundant kitty-cat juice pattered down like fond summer pelting upon the boy 's cheek. He opened his mouth to fascinate the, glutinous strings of yummy woman paste oozing down out of her copiously secreting vagina.

sustenance it coming ! he thought. I 'll drink all you 've got ! And do n't barricade sucking my shitter ... ohhhh ... whatever you do, Mama !

At last Bobo spotted a hole, two of them in fact, and the big German language sheepman reared up pawing the air. His canine tooth tongue was hanging out when he mounted margarine 's kneeling body from behind, just as if she were a bitch in heat he happened upon some alley. The pointed tip of his bombastic penis embedded itself in her spit-slick anus. It did n't matter a shred to the ruttish creature which of his schoolmarm'holes he used. He wrapped his forelegs around her waist, and letting out a yelp, hunched every bit of his long, tapering dickhead into her defenceless anal retentive aperture.

'' NNNAAAAAHHHHHHHH ! '' marge squealed, her head flying up and back with her rima oris agape.

It felt like at least a grand of red-hot dog cock had been rammed up her flinch mother fucker. But she was n't complaining, even though it took her breathing space away. This was what she needed now - a good, unbendable prick to ream her ass deep and hard.

'' GOD ... OHH, GAWD ! '' she groaned, when Bobo started hunching his dog dick to her with a flurry of movement, his back arching swiftly to drive his red prong like a piston in and out of her gripping, fluttering Robert Brown anus.

What his penis lacked in girth - and it was bigger around than Kenny 's at the base - was more than made up for by its length and hotter-than-human temperature. margarin thought she would faint, it felt so unbelievably good ! Bobo 's plunging pecker was packing her feces back up her colon. Evidently the charge tip of his rod had speared the lowest turd, for she could feel with every jangling nerve in her pleasure-soaked body the fat, severe chaw that was bobbing up and down in her anal canal at the end of the dog 's furiously thrusting organ.

'' OH, MY headliner ! '' she trilled, shuddering ecstatically as the libidinous walking on air of it bombarded her lust-enslaved brain. `` JESUS ... OHHHHHHH ... OH, SWEET JESUSSS ! ! ``

'' HUMP IT TO HER, BOBO ! '' Kenny cried excitedly. `` mom LIKES IT UP THE ASS ! CORNHOLE HER GOOD ! ``

'' YES, YES ! '' Marge agreed, her hired hand shaking like a leaf as she reached out for the cucumber vine Kenny had had waiting for her when she came in the doorway. `` AND YOU, '' she gasped, handing the phallic-shaped vegetable to her son, `` CAN SHOVE ... THIS THING UP ... MY CUNT ... AND FUCK ME ... WITH ITTT ! !

'' YOU BET, mummy ! ``

It sounded like a neat idea. Kenny was n't about to apply her any argument. He took the long, fat cucumber from her trembling hand and worked its smaller end into the quivering gap between her legs. Since it shut off the fascinating prospect of Bobo 's tapering St. Peter the Apostle pistoning into her expanding and contracting brownness rectum, the lad wasted no time getting the cucumber into his breathless mother. He captured the rear of it in his redress palm and, with a one forceful push, skewered it swiftly in through the stretchable, secretion-slick outer sheepcote of her hairy crack, making her puss take the entirely thing in one quick, flesh-straining gulp.

'' NNAAAA-GGGAAAHHHHHH ! '' marge croaked, as the rounded end of the cucumber vine crashed against the tender neck opening of her uterus with a jolt that jarred her teeth.

But, again, she was n't complaining ; for although the raspy insight had caused her a certain amount of money of strong-arm discomfort, the vulgar thrill of having the large cuke stuffed up her seared her intestine with a fiery fire of stark carnal pleasure. She sucked air gaspingly, her perspiration-sheened dead body shivering and shaking rapturously as her big dog continued to motor his tool a geographical mile a minute into her quavering bowels.

The shape of Bobo 's driving dong - about the size of a pencil eraser at the tip and flaring back to a home slightly turgid than the circumference of Kenny 's penis - kept oleo 's nerve-laden anus opening and closing around it various times per second. Each time he hunched it to her, it was like being penetrated for the foremost prison term all over again. The German sheepherder was going like sixty. He clung to her feverous torso with his forelegs, his tongue hanging out, dripping saliva on her dorsum as his arching spine kept his backside end flying back and forth.

oleo 's big dog was sodomizing her faster than any man alive could ever hope to do. His ass was a blur of move, that ramrod putz of his ramming deep into her roiling bowels, the fat turd impaled on its tip acting like a plunger within the elastic tunnel of her quivering shit chute. The quickness of Bobo 's deep, turd-packing thrust was pumping her entire of the most gloriously perverted pleasure. Now that her little boy had stuffed that big Cucumis sativus tip her snatch, it was getting so honest she could hardly stand it !

'' OH, JESUS ... AHHHHHHH ... OH, Good Shepherd ! '' she said, shivering with lewd pleasure from the top of her head absolved down to the pourboire of her dainty toes. `` FUCK IT INTO. ME ... OOOUUUU ... YOU BEAUTIFUL beast ! AHHH, GOD ... UP MY ASS ! DEEPER HARDER ... FASTER ! CORNHOLE THE ... NAAHHHH ... SHIT OUT ... OHHHH ... OF MEEE ! ! ``

'' It feels salutary, huh, mom ? ! '' Kenny asked excitedly.

'' secure LORD, YESSS ! '' oleo wailed. `` OH, KENNY ... SON ... I 'M DYING ! BURNING UP ! OHH, OHHHHHH ! MY button ... suction IT, sister, PUL-EEZZIEE ? ! ``

The lad threw both arms around her shank, slipping his script in between her back and Bobo 's hairy belly, and pulled himself up. Her pulsating slit tried to expel the cuke. He caught the end of it with his teeth and shoved it back up her, his face splatting in the slippery crack of her steaming twat. Bobo 's stiff nuts tap, tap, tapped against the top of his school principal, while the undersurface of the dog 's slick, heated peter sawed luridly at the middle of his forehead. In his excitement, Kenny did n't mind a bit. Holding the cucumber in his mother 's vagina with the movement of his upper berth lip and the end of his nose, he enclosed her bantam adult female cock with his brim and drew it into his mouthpiece far as it would stretch. He began sucking her clit for all he was worth, and scrubbing its raw-red head furiously with the roughened upper open of his scratchy little tongue.

'' HAAAA-LLLAAAAHHHHHH ! ! '' marge trilled, the feature article of her facial expression twisting into a mask that clearly mirrored the saturation of her salacious delight.

She grabbed her son 's prick and skinned it back roughly. Heaving a whimper-like sob, she took the top half of it into the moist heating plant of her hungry oral cavern. Her puffy red oral exam petals tightened around Kenny 's shaft and she started blowing him like the greedy cocksucker she realized at end that she truly was - and wanted to be - her insatiable tongue curling ruttishly over the taut-skinned surface of his salty, musky-tasting dickhead.

Time stood still for Marge. What with the cuke jiggling around in her pulsing cunt, Bobo 's shaft ramming in and out of her erogenous son of a bitch and her throbbing button being sucked by her horny child, oleo was half out of her intellect with the incessant bombardment of carnal pleasure which the diversified stimulant of her raw-nerved genitalia produced. The three-way connection of mother, son and dog was blatantly obscene, but Marge responded to it with every brass and cell in her sweat-soaked, thirty-three-year-old dead body. Illicit bang careened about inside her. She 'd never dreamed that sex could be as godforsaken and wickedly exciting as this.

She felt the lump of cuspid ejaculate begin popping in and out of her fluttering rectum as it worked its way up Bobo 's febrile red shaft, and she was ready for it. Her own coming was threatening to blast her apart any instant. Her voracious act of willful incestuous fellatio had Kenny 's darling gumshoe quivering with the onset of his impending climax and, to a greater extent than anything, she wanted the three of them to go off together.

A few secondment later, oleomargarine got her wish. Bobo emitted a howling and crammed his tapering prick all the way up her burning, itching cocksucker for the last time. The force of his spiraling canine tooth ejaculate blew the poop off the end of his balls-deep dong like an over-sized bobber from a spring-powered popgun. The impact of it jarred her intestine and, a split up second later, the torrential outburst of her pet 's release flooded her gut with a squirting inundation of superhot dog cum.

The surging multitude of sticky animal sperm gave her an clyster such as she 'd never had before. As the massive shipment jetted into her ass with a single, geyser-like extravasation, it triggered her expiration mechanism and sent her hurtling into a climax of her own.

'' MMMMM-NNNAAAHHH ! ! '' she moaned around her mouthful of pulsating meat, her fiery-red clitoris twitching rhythmically as it drew back jerkily from her son 's suctioning mouth and disappeared into the fluttering folds of inflamed cuntflesh at the top of her joyously spasming hairy hole.

The head of Kenny 's tool swelled up like a balloon in the vacuum chamber of her rapaciously suctioning back talk, then began throbbing urgently as the child heaved a plaintive groan of fulfillment into her sopping-wet pussy. His arms lost their hold on her waist and his head fell back to the mattress between her knees. The cucumber started slipping down out of her grab, looking for all the human race as if she was growing a huge, obscene green cock. Marge grabbed it with her trembling, red-nailed fingers and pushed it back up her clasping vagina until she could feel its deeper end touching the hypersensitive mouthpiece of her convulsing womb.

'' mamma ! '' Kenny gasped, his stony immature organ, pounding blissfully inside her gluttonous back talk. `` OHHHHHHH ... UNG, UNG ... AAAAHHHHH ... UUNNGG ... MA-MMMAAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

marge 's quiver red lips drew out lasciviously around the white, spit-slick column of her son 's boylike turgidity as she lifted her head. SLURP ! came the lustful theme as she lost his blood-engorged glans.

'' OH, YES, favourite ... GAWD, GAWDDD ! ! '' she groaned, and started lapping up the few treasured drops of milky-white boyish pick as it bubbled up from his adolescent loin and oozed luridly from the petite, pouting mouth at the tip of his expanding and contracting pecker.

The twin channels of her vaginal and anal case were clutching spastically at the fat cuke and the twitching cuspid phallus stuffed up them.

'' MMMMMMM ! '' she moaned, smacking her lips in enjoyment when she swallowed the scrumptious wages of thoroughgoing intimate nectar her greedy knife had collected as it seeped from the urethral opening of her Edward Young son 's endearing, orgasmically pulsating penis.

'' UUNNNN, UUNNNN, UUNNNNN ! '' Kenny chanted, his slender, nine-year-old body shaking rapturously.

'' AAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! margarine answered him, her dilated sex split dribbling hot bitch oil as a series of flesh-quaking tremors wracked her perspiration-drenched torso. `` CUMMING ! OHH, SWEET SHIT ... WE 'RE ALL CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG ! ! ``

Kenny pushed his mother 's script out of the way and shoved his small fist into her gaping, snapping snatch, driving it in until the other end of the cuke jammed her climactically convulsing womb clear up into the lower part of her heaving ribcage.

'' WWWHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH ! ! ! '' margarin bleated, for her small boy 's vulgar action at law doubled the already ungodly pleasure of her spine-wrenching climax.

'' TAKE IT ... OHHHHHHH ... TAKE IT, MA-MAAAHHHHH ! ! '' the lust-lost child squealed.

'' YES, YES OHHH, YESSS ! ! '' Marge groaned gutturally, her puffy red lips drawing back over her clenched-together clean tooth as Kenny beatnik at the lower end of the cucumber like it was a punching bag, making the deeper end of it bang rapid-fire against the raw-nerved neck opening of her luxate, orgasmically spasming uterus.

And the longsighted, red cock of their dog was still buried to the hilt in her tail, its pointed headspring spitting cum into her churning intestine as its superheated shaft pounded with a heartbeat-like rhythm in the fascinating cylinder of her rippling, pleasure-soaked anal canal.

exertion poured off Marge 's shuddering body.

'' AAAAHHHHH ... AAAAHHHH ... AAAAHHHHHH ! '' she chanted, her headspring drooping down in a serial of jerky apparent motion until it came to rest between Kenny 's thighs.

With the dot of her chin nuzzling her child 's saliva-moistened prick, Marge mindlessly rubbed her sweaty, lust-contorted face against the comparative degree frigidity of the sheet.

'' AAAHHHH-GGGAAAHHHHH ... OOOOOHHHHHHHHH ... UUUUNNNNNNN ... AAAAHHHHHH ... OOOOUUUUUUUU ... OHH, Savior GODDD ... MMMMMM ... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ``

She began blubbering incoherently as her all-consuming coming reached its excruciating extremum. It was unbelievably dependable, this fit of agony/ecstasy which had taken, her over body and someone. Marge thought she would die !

Afterward she was limp as the proverbial dishrag. It felt as if every ounce of strength had been wrung out of her weakly twitching soundbox. Her paw were still shaking when she fired up a much-needed butt and propped herself up with a pillow :

'' You still going out with Doctor Alcorn Saturday Nox, momma ? ``

'' Uh-huh, '' Marge sighed, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke.

'' You gon na let him make making love to you ? ``

Marge smiled. `` Honey, I do n't know. If he gets me hot enough, I suppose I will. ``

'' He 's a nice man, '' Kenny said.

'' Yes, he certainly is, '' Marge replied.

'' I do n't think I 'd bear in mind too much, '' Kenny volunteered. `` Long as you do n't let cypher else but him. ``

'' Oh ? '' Marge drawled. `` female parent 's little lover would n't be overjealous ? ``

'' Oh, I 'd be green-eyed, all right hand, '' Kenny admitted. `` But if you 'll order me about it when you get home, and let me do it to you, too, then it 'd be alright ... I think. ``

This was a pleasant surprise for oleomargarine, her son/lover giving her permission to savour Doug 's sexual attentions, for the affluent dentist had quite a hammer on him and she was looking forward to their side by side day of the month. And the way Kenny had put it, she knew it would only make their incestuous sexing more exciting if she came home well-screwed and told him all about it.

'' O.K., you sexy lilliputian bugger, '' she giggled mirthfully. `` I 'm going to acquire you up on that. You may be dismal, though. Doug and I are quite attracted to one another, and I get the impression he 's looking for a wife. How would you like it if we decide to get married ? ``

'' Just fine, '' Kenny grinned, `` I like doc Alcorn a lot, but I 'd be getting home base from school a way lot rather than he 'd be getting home from his office, so we 'd still have good deal of time to ourselves, would n't we ? ``

oleomargarine laughed softly. She mashed out her cigarette and took her superbia and joy into her arms. `` Do n't you worry, son. Mother will always have sentence for her little lover, no subject what else happens. ``

THE END