Chapter 8

Arlene stood in the shadows beyond the wide beam of light that came from the open door of her son's bedroom. Never had she felt so lost and alone.

Fucking side by side on the bed were Bill and Barbara, and Judy and Jack! Her own son! Her own daughter!

None of the four was naked. Obviously they didn't intend to spend much time on the bed. They were fucking fast and hard-fucking for release only.

A choking sob of self-pity flared from deep within Arlene. Only a few months ago her life had been in perfect order - and now it had come to this. How quickly her house of security had crumbled. First her inability to refrain from increasingly hot hours of self-abuse, then the startling discovery that her moralistic husband was stealing from his company, then Ralph's seduction of her own body, the sight minutes ago of her son embracing the neighbor slut, and now... it was just too awful to comprehend.

The bedspread and blankets were tossed back over the foot of the bed. Bill was stretched out beneath Barbara, his cock sticking up through his open fly as she squirmed crouchingly down on him. Bill's impressive young erection glistened as the housewife, her miniskirt bunched up around her hips, fucked madly. Judy's worn blue jeans - the ones she continued to salvage from the throw-away box whenever Arlene tried to discard them - were lowered to her hips. Jack's jeans, too, were pushed down. His trousers bunched at his knees while his undershorts clung by their elastic waistband to his legs just below his jutting penis. Judy's bare feet were raised, shaking lustfully in the air as her boy friend drove his cock into her faster and faster.

Arlene wanted to burst into her son's bedroom and put a halt to the sexual madness. Three teen-agers and that tramp Barbara. How Arlene hated the woman. She had caused it to happen. Arlene's children would not have discovered such perversion on their own accord.

The hot gasping passion stung Arlene's ears. The four on the bed were bellowing out a storm of lust, and Arlene hated the sound more than she had ever hated anything. She hated Barbara Carter more than she had ever hated anyone. She watched as, beneath the grunting bulk of Jack, her daughter Judy moved her hips in a way only experience could have perfected. Experience? Her daughter?

Arlene fell heavily to her knees in the hallway. For some reason she could never understand, her hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soaked panties while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the activity on the bed.

Unaware that they were being watched, Barbara, Bill, Jack and Judy lurched and twisted in a frantic race for climax.

Barbara circled her head excitedly, sending her black hair twirling about as she jerked her hips and dug her knees into the mattress.

"Oh, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Oh, look! Look how your sister's getting fucked!"

Bill gazed with hazed eyes at his sister, two feet away, who was lifting her buttocks far off the mattress and mashing her pelvis into Jack's.

"I'm going to come!" Judy cried. "I feel so crazy - it's going to start! Oh! Oohhh! Keep fucking!"

The bed sang in agonized rhythm as the two couples slammed their sex-maddened bodies into the mattress.

Judy threw her legs out wide and teased her short-clipped fingernails across Jack's biceps. His arms were straight pillars supporting himself so his weight didn't crush the writhing girl beneath.

"Oh, oh wow!" Judy cried. "Jack! It's so good!" Had she known her mother was watching her at that very moment, she couldn't have stopped.

Nothing could thwart her orgasm which was almost upon her. She raised up fiercely off the bed, grinding her gooey pubic mound against Jack's. She whimpered mindlessly. His hot erection throbbed within her pussy, and she could feel each involuntary spasm of the rod as he drove it into her. His face was twisted in pleasant agony, and Judy knew from past experience that her boy friend was going to come any minute. She wanted his hot sperm to splash into her seeping crevice. Her thighs ached, her belly screamed for release. Her own wheezing breath mixed with his, and with her brother's and Barbara's. It was all so fantastically exciting.

Now oblivious to the teen-age couple next to her on the bed, Barbara concentrated on her own blazing lust. She gazed down at the sex- crazed face of Bill. This was an especially exciting fuck for him, too. His eyes opened and closed alternately. His mouth gaped hotly open. Sweat washed across his cheeks and forehead in an endless flow. His breath was blasting out of him in chaotic bellows, the scent heavy with sex because he had sucked her vagina only a few minutes earlier. Barbara noted with intense pleasure that she was driving her neighbor's son crazy. Never had she seen him so hot - not in the fifty or so times they had fucked together. His hips were working up at her with such youthful determination that her clitoris was blazing under the hammering of his pelvis. Her knees remained folded beneath her, and she clamped her nylon-covered thighs vise-like against his sides as she ground around in hot furious circles. The sweat flowed from her pores, staining her minidress as she struggled for her inevitable climax.

"Billy, Billy!" she cried in breathless elation.

Judy heard the older woman's cry, and the quavering sound triggered cannonballs of desire in her young straining body. She was experiencing the tentative muscular spasms that foretold her orgasm. It was the first time she had ever shared a bed with a woman as old as Barbara, and the lewd thrill of being fucked alongside a married woman made her own lust all the more savage.

Judy dug her bare heels into Jack's buttocks, sliding her feet around in the slick perspiration that rained from beneath his shirttail.

She heaved her teen-age body up off the sheets one final time. She held herself suspended, her groin crushing against her boy friend's, her thighs bulging as she strained to keep all but her head and shoulders thrust upward at his deep-thrust erection.

"Jack, now!" she screeched. "Now, now, now! Oohheehhhaaaa! Aaaahhhhh!"

Everything seemed to be pulling apart within her, muscles straining against muscles, tendons stretched tight, jerking tidal waves of tension ripping through her stomach.

"Give it to me!" she hissed, her teeth mashing together as her climax drove her to the farthest heights of insanity.

Jack jammed his cock into her harder, grunting and perspiring because of the exertion. He watched Judy's eyes fog over with the intensity of her climax. Around her lovely, flawless face her hair was strewn in chaotic blonde sunbursts against the white sheets. His groin tightened. His balls constricted. His stomach felt inside out, his thighs quivered madly like the flanks of a stallion being bothered by a fly. Then he was frozen and rigid and growling out the beautiful agony of climax. He shot his load into her convulsing cunt, shot a series of hot jets into her already drenched pussy.

He battered her back down to the mattress and collapsed atop her, his tall body blanketing her smaller form as the sperm gushed from his taut testicles.

"Oh, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Judy chanted as the shots of sperm splashed against her womb.

While a white, creamy geyser of mingled male and female juices gushed from Judy's pussy to coat her inner thighs and stain the sheets, her brother was blasting his sperm into Barbara's convulsing vagina.

Barbara sat down heavily on the boy beneath her. She fell forward across him, snapping her legs out from beneath her. She fitted her lovely twenty-six-year-old body flat atop the perspiring teen-ager. She kissed him fiercely as the spasms within her vagina milked every drop of semen from his ejaculating cock. She wore no bra, and the fabric along the top part of her one-piece minidress sent electric tingles through her as she ground her thinly shielded tits into his sweat-soaked shirt.

"Billy, I'm coming so hard for you!" she gasped. A particularly shattering spasm shook her entire body and made her black out for a second.

Bill said nothing, nothing intelligible. He garbled hotly, groaned, gasped. The sperm kept ripping from the sensitive tip of his rock-hard penis. His eyes were fastened to the couple next to him. His sister was grinding and straining just as hard as she had the night he had fucked her.

Their fourfold simultaneous orgasm took more than a minute to die. Barbara finally heaved a long sigh of fulfillment and collapsed. Judy's whimpering ceased. Jack and Bill struggled to get their breathing back to normal. Muscles relaxed, movement stopped, the creaking bed fell silent. There was nothing left now except the smell of animal sex in the air, the sticky thighs and sheets, and the unspoken desire to engage in one more quick repetition of what had just occurred.

Arlene's eyes were fixed on Judy while her daughter climaxed. It was too horrible, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Her own hands busied themselves beneath her minidress, clawing harshly - sometimes teasing gently - at the slick gooey flesh around her clitoris. Her fingers pried around the edges of her frilly panties, tormenting her cunt lips as she knelt watching the depraved scene on her son's bed.

She knew she should be physically ill; she knew she should be horrified beyond reason by the vulgar, debasing sight. And, indeed, a part of her was horrified, a part of her did feel sick. But there was another part of her character, and that second part had complete control over her at the moment.