Chapter 4

It seemed colder, and Linda pulled her coat more tightly around her as twilight finally faded and night fell around her. She was past the campsites, too far for the flickering light from their fires and lanterns to do much good, and she stood in the darkness, glancing nervously to her left and toward the sloping, tree-covered hill. She didn't think she could ever find her way up in the darkness, and she knew she should turn back, returning to the cabin alone.

She didn't want to go all the way to the Boyds' camp anyway, because she didn't want Rick to think of her as an interfering mother. But she waited, for a few minutes, somehow believing that Rick would soon be coming down the hill. When she saw a light at the top through the trees, moving and shining down a trail, she was sure it was Rick on his way back to the cabin. Then it stopped, a short distance below the rise, but she couldn't tell what was happening because of the trees. The beam of light moved, appearing and disappearing, and then she could only see a dull glow coming from one place. Was he lost? Oh God... what if he had fallen?

There was a trail up the slope; somehow she had to find it, to get to that spot of light and make sure that her son was all right. She moved slowly, cautiously, afraid that she might step into a chuck hole or trip over a fallen branch. Soon, to her surprise, she found herself on a well-defined trail angling up the slope. Still she moved slowly as the trail was steep and treacherous, and one wrong step could prove disastrous. The climb was difficult. She stopped now and then to make sure that she was still heading up toward the light. At one point the trail moved away from that pinpoint of illumination, and she nearly walked into a tree. She stayed on the trail, and in time it did angle back in the direction of the light.

She was breathing heavily from effort as the trail seemed to become steeper, but finally she realized that the spot she was seeking was directly ahead of her, only a short distance away. She paused to catch her breath and thought about calling out her son's name, but a sound, a noise she couldn't identify caused her to remain quiet. What if it wasn't Rick at all, and she was nowhere near the Boyds' camp? It was possible she was approaching a total stranger, and if that was in fact the case, she didn't want to be seen.

She started again, quietly, deciding that she would first get a look at the scene before committing herself; and even if it wasn't Rick there, it had been worth the climb to put her mind at ease. The trail reached a level area, and now she could see that the illumination came from a flashlight lying on the ground about ten feet ahead, but whatever it was shining on had been blocked from her vision by the base of a large tree. She knew someone was there as she could hear heavy breathing, and with skin tingling from fright and nervous excitement, she cautiously moved to the near side of the tree trunk. She was scared, frightened by what she might find behind the tree, but she was drawn to it, somehow feeling she had to look. My God, please don't let it be Rick who's fallen and hurt himself.

Gradually she moved around the tree, her eyes wide as she progressively took in more and more: a dark green blanket, a pile of clothes, the movement of naked flesh... and then she wanted to scream! Her head began spinning crazily as images - prurient, intense images - swam through her brain to make her legs weak and her heart pound. Abruptly, she thought she was going to faint as her whole world came to a shattering end. There, a few feet away, before her horrified and disbelieving eyes, was her son and Karen... nakedly locked together, lewdly and violently in the process of sexual intercourse. The young mother couldn't move as she stared transfixed at the heated coupling, the impact of the shock thrusting into her silently screaming brain again and again like a mad surgeon's scalpel jabbing repeatedly into her nerve centers.

Her son and Karen Boyd together on the blanket, their naked bodies glistening in the beam of the flashlight as they rhythmically performed an obscene horizontal dance of seduction. Linda blinked her eyes not wanting to believe what she saw, yet it was so clear, and so very near! Karen's long legs were back, knees practically touching the ground at her shoulders, and her wide-spread loins were clearly visible as she wantonly bucked under the driving lunges of Rick's long, hard penis. Linda wanted to run, to flee from this terrible heartbreaking sight before her, but her legs wouldn't move, no matter how hard she tried to make them work. It was as if she was captured and held by an invisible force, a demanding force that made her a part of the scene on the blanket.

Her eyes took in the images and planted them in her brain as if she was to judge and evaluate the quality of the fucking. The reddish silkiness of Karen's pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the wetly ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her ravished little cunt. Even the larger than normal bud of her clitoris could be seen - erect and throbbing - responding to the contact of his powerful young penis as he speared deep into her eagerly writhing belly. Linda could hear, as loudly as the drums of doom, her son's sperm-laden balls slapping noisily against the open crevice that divided the smoothly rounded globes of the girl's gyrating buttocks. When he withdrew, his hard fleshy column - slick with her lubricating fluid - would force the tightly clasping flesh of her vagina to roll out and then inward again as his glistening thick cock disappeared once more all the way inside her. Just below the moistened pink flanges of her pussy was a tiny puckered hole that seemed to suck at the hairy sac of his balls each time they slammed against it.

Karen was groaning incessantly, her head rolling from side to side making a tangle of her long, auburn hair. It was only too obvious how much she loved this lewd fucking she was getting. Linda tried to divert her eyes, ashamed of the churning unexplainable emotions she felt, but something made her stare at her son's powerful young buttocks, as he pistoned into Karen's tight little cunt. The nakedly thrusting cheeks of his ass tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking; and his mother watched closely, examining his genitals with a subjectivity that was sinful. She was truly amazed by the enormous size of his long virile penis.

His hard shaft was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing seeming to become more and more pronounced with each passing second. He was really buffeting the nakedly writhing young girl's body, yet she was obviously wanting even more.

Linda tried to move again, knowing she was observing something not really meant for her eyes, and on top of it all, she also realized with disgust and shame that the salacious sight was stimulating her own body. Her legs had begun trembling as the bud of her clitoris became moistly erect with arousal, and she had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her quivering thighs and shove a finger, two fingers, into the wet folds of her own intolerably heated pussy. Her head was spinning with the desire for satisfaction, as there was something in her memory that was coming forward, something darkly exciting provoked by the sight of her son and Karen fucking.

"Ooohh yes! Put your finger in my asshole, Rick... Ohhh, now now now!" Karen groaned loudly as she bucked under his powerfully pistoning young cock, and the words floated over to Linda like teasing, arousing and taunting little shocks of pleasure, drawing her attention even more into the lewd action. The trembling young mother stared at Karen's tightly puckered anus as Rick's outstretched middle finger pushed against it, worming into the clasping dry hole to disappear up to the first knuckle. And Karen begged for more. "Ooooh, yessss... that hurts sooooo good! OOOh, oooh, oohhh!"

Linda was aghast as she saw her young son's extended finger sliding into Karen's rectum, deeper and deeper, rhythmically taking up the tempo of his cock fucking into her moistly quivering pussy. Linda thought she, too, could actually feel the fiery penetration into her own suddenly puckering anus, and the shock made her legs move. Somehow she was able to back away from the tree, retreat from the salacious sight of her son and Karen fucking, as the memory it brought out was suddenly clear. It was as if she was seeing herself at the same age as Karen, that time so many years ago in the park with the sailor. And she could remember how his long hard penis had felt, so good, so...

Linda started to run, willing to go anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible spot, and without really knowing why, she ran up the trail to the top of the rise. She was again in the darkness of the night, but she moved without the fear of stumbling, as that had somehow lost its importance. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.

Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Valerie Boyd with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Karen's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.

Linda froze, having almost charged blindly into another wild sex scene, this one even worse than the earlier, that was just getting underway. It looked even more unreal than the last, their naked bodies glowing red in the brilliant firelight, so close that Linda thought she could reach out and touch them. Yet, it was less their nudity than their bizarre positions that stunned Linda, and she remained hidden in the thick foliage, her mind trying to make sense out of the lewd spectacle before her.

There was a man, stripped naked and stretched out on his back on top of a table, surrounded by plates and glasses and bottles, and there was the voluptuous Valerie Boyd, kneeling on discarded clothes on a bench beside the table. Her smoothly rounded backside was toward Linda, and both of her hands were encircling a huge, rigidly erect penis that stood straight up from the man's bushy groin. Linda would never have believed a cock could be so big, and if that wasn't enough of a shock, she was stunned to see Valerie lovingly caressing it in her hands. It was almost as if the naked Boyd woman was a doctor examining a patient's sexual prowess as she leaned over it, her long red hair hanging down to touch his thighs, while her fingers seemed to feel every part of its long, hard-fleshed surface. She was laughing and licking her wetly parted lips and breathing over the throbbing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.

"You have a lovely cock," she said to the grinning man, and Linda found herself examining the man's penis too. The thick head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the reddish light of the fire, and the narrow slit at the tip opened and closed as Valerie's hand stroked up and down its thick length. The man raised up on his elbows, coolly staring at her stroking of his cock, and when he made certain motions with his hips, it was apparent he wanted to thrust his massively erect penis into her mouth.

Linda told herself it was wrong to be spying on Valerie like this, but at the same time she had a mother's interest in knowing the family of her son's girlfriend. And she knew that, at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to walk back down the trail, without running the risk of encountering Rick and Karen again. But what really kept her there was the thought of seeing a sexual act like she had never dreamed possible. Though she could never consciously admit it, she had become almost wantonly aroused by watching her son fucking his girl. Thus she was emotionally and physically unable to pass up the opportunity to observe another sexual scene - a scene that would justify her arousal.

Valerie was mewling a high-pitched moan of pleasure as she leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh, leaning over until her large white breasts were sensually swaying just above his jerking penis. She moved lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either side of the wildly throbbing cock and squeezed them around the fleshy shaft as if she was making a sandwich. Then she began to stroke the massive penis, using her softly firm breasts in place of her hands.

The thick purple head of the man's impatiently pulsating cock disappeared into the soft warm valley formed by her large breasts, and then it reappeared as she began to raise up and down, fucking his lust-hardened staff with her tits. In the reddish light of the fire, the whole scene appeared to be a strange and bizarre ritual that Karen's naked mother was performing over the man's idol-like phallus. The man had a fixed smile on his face as he watched his long thick cock being massaged by her soft breasts, and he suddenly arched his hips up, pushing the head of his cock up so far that it scraped her chin. Valerie backed away for a moment, laughing teasingly, then formed an "O" with her moist red lips. No longer smiling, suddenly very serious, she bent down slightly and flicked her pink little tongue out at the massively jerking penis, wetly circling its throbbing head.

For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before Linda's eyes, and she felt faint. It was too unbelievable, seeing so clearly, so close to herself, the vile and crude sexual play of Karen's mother. She knew she should leave and somehow return to the cabin unseen, but she also knew that no power on earth could force her away from this lewdly exciting sight. She had never seen anything more vilely perverted in her life... and she wanted to see all of it... because it was exciting her beyond measure.

The man's massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of Valerie's tongue; and she was licking up and down the full blood-filled length of it now, occasionally stopping to flick out across the very tip where tiny drops of semen had appeared. It was as if she was whipping the hard flesh into submissiveness as she painted it over with her warmly glistening saliva. When the man moaned and squirmed like a beaten animal, she withdrew her tongue, and she lowered her head until the thick tip of his moistened penis was slowly slipping between her ovalled red lips, entering the warm cavity of her mouth. She sucked and licked at the vibrant flesh as though it were a delicious ice- cream cone. Gradually, Karen's mother began taking a little more of its thickness inside her wetly sucking mouth, and - at the same time - had her hand wrapped around its thick base, pumping furiously up and down. Then Valerie suddenly did something Linda wouldn't have believed possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

Moaning loudly, Valerie slowly lowered her head, taking nearly the entire long length of the man's wetly glistening cock into her throat. Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely and then hollowed in as she sucked furiously on the pulsating rod; when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along its blood-red surface. Then with a rhythmic motion, her head began rapidly sawing up and down on the man's cock, her tightly compressed lips rolling in and out as she sucked with tremendous force. With her other hand she began to massage the hairy huge globes of his sperm-weighted balls, and she appeared caught up in a sexual frenzy that grew more intense with each passing second.

Linda's heart was pounding so fast that she thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and, unconsciously, she began to rub her legs together, her inner thighs like pinchers squeezing her wetly palpitating vagina. Her legs again started to tremble, and she sank down to the ground, being careful to keep Valerie and the man in clear view. Then, just as she sat on the pine needle covered earth, another man came into sight from around behind the tent. Linda almost jumped up again, but she stayed put when she realized that he, too, was totally naked and obviously a member of the party. He was grinning as he walked, and jutting out from his hairy groin was a half-hard penis that to Linda looked even bigger than the one in Valerie's mouth.

"Don, you dirty bastard," he said growling, "I turn my back for a second and you two start fucking without me!" He looked unhappy as he came around the table to stand behind Valerie and the man he had called Don. Linda was amazed as the man on the table only laughed, while Valerie, her mouth full of Don's cock, and unable to speak, merely wiggled her naked buttocks back at the newcomer.

"You can pump it in the other way, Ray," Don said between grunting laughs, and Linda felt her nerves shrilly jangling with excitement as she realized what the man on the table meant by his statement.

The standing man, Ray, laughed in answer and moved to the head end of the table where several bottles of liquor were placed. Linda was horrified to see Valerie spreading her legs wide apart in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. She was still kneeling on the bench, the fully rounded globes of her buttocks like twin moons above her firm white thighs, and her back sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table sucking hungrily on Don's long hard cock.

Ray picked up a bottle of clear liquor, Linda couldn't tell whether it was gin or vodka, and he returned with it to stand once again behind Valerie's voluptuously wiggling backside. He uncapped the bottle, and laughing loudly, poured some of the contents over Valerie's sloping back. Linda held back a vocal cry of surprise as she watched the liquor trickle down the hollow formed by the woman's spine to finally run between the deep shadowy crevice dividing her buttocks' cheeks. But Valerie moaned pleasurably around the thick cock in her mouth, and Ray, laughing cruelly, poured even more of the liquor over her obscenely writhing buttocks and loins.

Linda trembled with disbelief, unable to understand how Karen's young mother could permit such a debasing act to be performed on her body, but in another moment her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she saw what Ray intended to do. Turning his back to Valerie, he knelt down on the ground and leaned over backwards until his head was up between her wide-spread thighs, and with mouth open, he licked the silver drops of liquor that was clinging to her reddish pubic hair.

My God, he's going to kiss her... There! Linda thought as she stared at the trio of naked people. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, but she knew that it was happening and making her own body burn with extraordinary intensity.

Ray didn't have to raise his head to continue, as Valerie spread her knees out wider until his voracious mouth was pressed into the soft flesh of her booze-moistened cunt. With the first touch of his hot lips against her tender cuntal flesh, she moaned like a banshee around the sawing cock in her mouth. Immediately, Ray's moistly quivering tongue flicked out into the perfumed pussy flesh as his arms snaked around her quivering white thighs pulling her closer still. His fingers dug into the soft crevice of her supplely globular buttocks, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so to gain better access for his lengthy tongue.

Linda felt a wanton shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of Valerie's little brown anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the dark pink ridge of rubbery flesh expanding and contracting in the light from the fire. Below it, she could see the man's wetly glistening tongue moving in the pink furrow of the quivering vagina. Suddenly it disappeared into the moistly clasping opening, driving deep into Valerie's hot little cunt. Linda was so caught up in the bizarre scene that she thought she, too, could feel the heated tongue slicing up between her inner thighs licking its hot way deep into her cunt. Abruptly, their perverted lust began to take hold of her body also... and she realized she was thankful for being hidden from their view, as an uncontrollable desire to touch her own body dominated her thoughts.

The dull burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging flame of lusting need, and she opened the front of her coat, taking the hem of her dress to raise it up until it was gathered like an accordion above her large, pointed breasts. With both hands, she lifted her brassiere up over the jutting mounds of flesh to cup them and pinch the tinglingly erect nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Not once did she take her eyes off the lewd sexual scene on the table in the clearing.

Valerie's head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her hand moving almost too fast to see along the glistening, hard cock in ever swifter strokes as she sensually swung her fully-fleshed buttocks in circles over the wetly probing tongue. Ray was driving his tongue up into the moist channel of her hotly clasping pussy like a cat lapping milk, and his fingers began probing into the tight ring of flesh around the entrance to her rectum. Karen's shamelessly aroused mother wiggled her buttocks back against his fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, Ray suddenly plunged his long, outstretched middle finger into the depths of her rubbery asshole.