Bill E. Goodhead

Nubile Treat

BEE-6788B

Chapter 1

Babs Marshal ran her fingers up and down the lips of her cunt, relishing the waves of pleasure that washed over her. She floated on her back in the comfort of the huge water bed, eyes closed, dreaming of a thick, rigid cock. Her husband had been out of town on business for a week, but the image of the muscular male that hovered in her mind was not Dan. It was her father.

"O-h-h-h," Babs moaned softly as her passion grew. She was alone in the house, both her children out on heavy dates. Her father was such a strapping stud, and even as a girl she had dreamed of his prick. She loved Dan, but how nice it would have been – just once – to feel the hardness of her father's organ in her pussy.

She was building herself gradually towards a climax, visions of two hard cocks now competing in her mind. Her husband and her father, Roy, each so powerfully built, so well hung, and the cock of first one and then the other dominated her imagination. Her finger found the clit, teased it, brought a greater flow of cunt juice to her hand. Again she moaned aloud, as she neared the peak of passion.

Long, stiff, pink-hued penises wafted before her, her dad's, her husband's, and then a third. Behind it was the lean, athletic body of her son Ned. Yes, he too was a player in her dreams, a cock to be lusted for.

Suddenly, a sound cut into Babs's revery. Someone had entered the house. She paused, her heart momentarily stopped, her ears tense for another sound. Then she made out the familiar footfalls of her son, and she called out to him. "Ned, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mom, his dejected voice came back.

"What happened?"

"Date didn't pan out," she heard his somber voice reply. "I think it's snafu with Cecilia and me."