Chapter 7

Sarah wasn't quite able to believe the strange cries of ecstasy she was overhearing from upstairs, although Arnold had slept through it all.

Imagine, her own daughter playing with herself! And here she had always brought up her beautiful blonde Jan to be such a prude -- or so she had thought.

Of course, perhaps it was marriage which had changed her and so turned her on. Or perhaps she had been more sexy than Sarah had known even previously -- most parents had precious little perception of what their children were really up to, after all. So it wasn't really too unreasonable to assume that Jan had always been a hellion, and had merely kept up a pretense -- the way most daughters did -- of purity.

On the other hand, she couldn't quite accept that theory, either. Jan had been altogether too good, and she had not infrequently noticed that her boyfriends left for home after a night's date with their frustrating half hard-ons still intact. 'Passion nuts' it was called in her day. She wondered what it was called nowadays.

Nevertheless, not a few of Jan's courtiers had tried to make her when her voluptuous blonde daughter had put them off. She realized that now, and she was flirtatiously pleased about it then.

But of course in those days she hadn't been 'liberated' yet, so she hadn't appreciated how the full length of a strong young man's cock could send her into ecstatic raptures.

Not that fingering oneself proved anything, of course. She had read somewhere not long ago that nuns masturbated more frequently per person than any other single profession. Then, too, it was always the most sexually puritan persons that had the biggest families -- look at the Quakers, for example -- so that was no measure of anything, either. A person could reject swapping and various perversions, yet still be a swinger in the privacy of her own home.

Which her darling daughter apparently was. So that was her competition for Steve, her handsome young son-in-law! Her daughter was a firecracker, red-hot and ready to singe any man who touched her!

Putting her housecoat on, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door silently behind her, with Arnold still snoring after their wild love scene.

She draped the housecoat tightly closed over her breasts, and made her way up the stairs. Jan's wanton moans and groans became low whines, begging, pleading whimpers, then shifted abruptly into high-pitched shrieks, screams, and finally a long protracted sobbing that trailed off into a series of crooning murmurs and caressing love-words for an imaginary lover.

"Oh, darling..." she could make out through the tightly closed bedroom door. "Oh, my sweet, beautiful lover..."

Sarah wondered who her daughter could be imagining. Whoever it was, he would be fiercely complimented if he knew that all of this ecstasy was being traced around the vision her daughter had of his caress and handsome features.

She smiled to herself and opened her housecoat slightly, her fingers moving into the soft, moistly curling triangle between her legs almost reflexively. In the eight months since she had converted to a convinced swinger, she had discovered to her amazement that watching other people having orgasms greatly enhanced her own molten-flavored sensuality. In this case, her beautiful blonde daughter's orgasm was so transparent and exciting, even though she could only listen to it, that she couldn't help herself. Her warmly throbbing vagina moistened considerably just listening to her voluptuous blonde daughter coming down off her flesh- racking orgasm.

And then she heard something else.

A whimper? A crooning whine of the sort one might expect from an animal... a dog!

That was it -- Jan had that dog with her in the bedroom. Well, that wasn't so terrible. She herself had been fucked until she almost couldn't walk right in front of rooms full of people -- literally -- both front and rear. She could remember very well that seventeen year old high school senior in Northfield, Minnesota the previous April, who had reamed her rectal passage out wildly as his own father sucked on her nakedly hanging breasts and the rest of the family -- including a voluptuously built grandmother sucking on her own married son's penis -- had sat around watching. And certainly there had been nothing wrong in that, in particular as Arnold was being sucked off by the eleven year old granddaughter at the very same time.

Still, it seemed a bit peculiar to bring a dog into the bedroom to watch one fingerfuck oneself. The German shepherd had previously been put out into the back yard after that embarrassing display on the kitchen floor of licking its own embarrassingly growing penis. Certainly Jan could have left it out there. There was not much danger of a dog like that being stolen out of one's yard in Barrington Hills.

So why did she bring it into the bedroom with her? While playing with oneself, the dog could only serve to act as a distraction

Slightly confused, Sarah pondered this for some time as the echoing sounds of passion inside her daughter's bedroom gradually subsided, and her own fingers played a teasing game within the soft, wet lips of her own mildly excited pussy folds. Then, giving up all hope of figuring it out, she made her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she washed up some dishes and generally tried to bring some order out of the mess they had left at breakfast.

"Steve, darling!" Sarah pressed against her handsome son-in-law as they embraced, her hugely formed breasts being purposefully squashed against his hard, manly chest.

"Hello, mother," he said cheerfully, reaching out to shake his father-in-law's hand in back of her and reflecting mildly on what intoxicating perfume his mother-in-law was wearing.

Supper was already laid out in the dining room, and Jan was bustling about, her long, sleek coppery blonde hair tied into a neat pony tail. Steve had instinctively put off coming home as late as was humanly possible, until at last he had run out of paperwork. He had never been too keen on his in-laws. -- Specifically Sarah Talbott had always seemed altogether too cold and puritanical for his tastes.

And yet now he was reflecting on the warm softness of her cheek, the squash of her breasts across his chest, and the warm and exciting scent of her perfume. He knew that it must be an enormous bra that kept his mother-in-law's breasts so high and shapely, and he couldn't help but wonder how far out they might protrude if they were unleashed.

"Well, and what's this?" he asked, seeing Rex curled up in a corner of the kitchen.

"Oh, that," said Jan, blushing furiously and hoping it wouldn't show, as she glanced into Rex's hot brown eyes. "Marge Levitt got me to promise to look after Rex while they went away, remember, dear?"

Steve and the dog sized each other up. "Oh, sure," he said after a moment's hesitation, "that's right. I forgot all about that this afternoon, the paperwork got so high." He clapped his hands together. "Well, what's for dinner?" Then he put his arm around Sarah and they all walked into the dining room.

Sarah and Arnold undertook to explain to the children in detail their fabulous vacation through the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.

"And how's Ron doing in his new job with the engineering firm?" Jan asked, taking a forkful of roast and occasionally passing a scrap to Rex under the table, where he swallowed it gratefully and gave an enervating spine-tingling little lick at her bare calf.

"Oh, fine," said her mother, and she proceeded to launch into a lengthy explanation of Ron's new house, his car, his family, his job, and so on. -- All the time concentrating in actuality on the beautiful face, form and physique of her handsome son-in-law, Steve. She couldn't help but wonder at how big his cock was going to prove to be, and how long it would take for her to get it up inside her.