Justin Robins

A passionate family

CHAPTER ONE

Laura Moore looked at her handsome husband's reflection in the mirror, her heart showing in her eyes. She adored Ray, for he had changed her whole world. She had never dared dream that she could be this happy in the dark days when she'd lost Billy, but today her happy world would be complete.

The dark-haired young wife lolled in her bath, her mind trying to absorb all the ecstasy she was feeling. She looked at the rippling muscles of her husband's arms and back as he stood in his shorts, shaving.

"Ray, do you think… Billy will forgive me?" she said, faint apprehension marring her pretty face.

Ray put his razor away and doused his face with water. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then splashed on some after-shave lotion before answering.

He turned his eyes downward, feasting them on the milk-white naked body of his wife in the bath. Glowing with love and pride, he looked at her soft swelling breasts, her flat, maidenly stomach, and the dark wet vee of her pubic hair where it made a shadow under the water. He knew he had been lucky to have finally convinced Laura that she should marry him. She'd had it so hard, struggling to make a living for herself and her daughter Lisa. It had been doubly heartbreaking for her, he knew, to have gone all those years without her son. But that would all change today.

He finally answered her question.

"Don't be silly, honey… of course he'll forgive you. You did the best you could, and the Baylors were wonderful foster parents. Besides, give him a day with you and he'll love you with all his heart. I do, you know… how could your own son fail to?"

"Imagine, thirteen years…" Laura said dreamily. "Thirteen long years to make up for…"

Her thoughts drifted back to that night in San Francisco when she had returned from the doctor's office. It was raining, she remembered, and cold, and she was about to have her baby. The baby was already almost a week overdue, according to her doctor's calculations. She remembered opening the door of the flat and hearing Lisa, only a year old, crying plaintively.

"Oh, God," she had cried out, "Bill… did you give Lisa her bottle?" She ran into the small bedroom and to the crib where her infant daughter lay crying. She saw the note pinned to the crib, and her heart almost stopped.

Her husband was gone. And this time, she knew in her heart he would never come back. The gambling fever was too much in his blood for him to be tied to any one woman or a family. He had to be where the dice were rolling and the stake horses running.

Laura hadn't even been able to cry. She had to keep her courage now, with Lisa to care for and a new baby coming. She wondered how she could even earn enough for them to be fed.

When the nurse showed her their son, she cried. She called him Billy, after his father, but she never held him close to her breast or cuddled him or felt his sucking mouth on her nipple. The doctor had arranged for him to be given to foster parents in a small Missouri town. There was no other choice, as the doctor pointed out, and thinking more about her son's welfare than her own, Laura had agreed. It had been good, for the Baylors had loved and guided and cared for Billy far better than she could have, and she would be forever grateful to them.

But now, the moment of truth was at hand. Thirteen years had passed, and she and her son were strangers. She had managed, through hard work, to maintain herself and Lisa, and she had to admit it would have been too tough to handle if Billy had been there too. But it was all over now. Billy was coming home… to his rightful mother, and to a wonderful man who would love him and be more than a father to him!

Ray knelt beside the tub, his eyes fastened on the firm swell of his wife's shapely young breasts bobbing above the water line, the rosy pointed nipples popping in and out of the water. His eyes drifted below the water to the beautifully tempting body, its creamy color-accented by the white of the marble tub.

"I want you to put all those years out of your mind, darling," Ray said with a tender smile. "It's a whole new ballgame now. The world is brand new for you!" His eyes shone with love as his hand moved to her wet breasts, his fingers caressing the soft mounds of flesh. "In a little while, Laura, Billy will be here, and we'll be a family. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

As she looked up into his handsome face, tears came to her eyes, but they were tears of love and joy welling up inside her. Her nipples were growing taut under his exciting touch, and she leaned up and kissed him eagerly, letting him know that she wanted him completely. They had made love that morning before getting up, but she wanted him again, and she could tell from his responsive tongue plunging warmly into her mouth, that he was as aroused again as she was.

The warm water added to the sensual feelings that were sweeping her naked body as Ray's hand crept down over her gently sloping belly and his fingers searched in among the dark wet strands of her pussy hair for the key to her passion. She gasped as his outstretched middle finger slid slowly and easily up inside the burning passage of her vagina, and the desire to feel this good, wonderful man again thrusting hard and thick inside her belly mounted rapidly toward a fever pitch.

Ray was so different from the weakling youth she had married almost fifteen years ago, when she was sixteen and pregnant with Lisa. Laura loved Ray in a thousand different ways than she had thought she loved Bill. She been such a child then, taking his careless and sometimes brutal treatment of her and thinking that that was all there was to love. Even after he'd left her, traces of that bittersweet relationship had tormented her.

But Ray Moore was so wonderful – all man, all masculinity and virility, yet with the gentleness of a puppy. At times, guilt tormented her, for she loved her new husband so totally, yet she wondered what she would do if she met Bill again.

The coming of young Billy to the household would change all that, she hoped. It had to. Soon, she would feel like a whole woman again, a mother and a lover.

As Ray's finger jiggled deep inside her tingling cunt, and his thumb rubbed insistently at her swelling clitoris, she flung her wet arms up around his broad shoulders. Her hips wriggled as his fingers aroused her loins to an alarming pitch of passion.

"Ray… you're driving me crazy… please!"

He was panting heavily as he removed his middle finger from the moist smooth flesh of his wife's vagina long enough for him to quickly strip, revealing his tanned, muscular body, his penis already rigid with desire. He bent over to pick up her dripping body, and carried her to the still rumpled king-size bed in the bedroom.

She lay there, gasping, her arms reaching out to pull him close. His eyes burned with passion as he hesitated over her voluptuous body. His massive blood-engorged penis stood up stiff and long, and she grasped it in one hand.

God, he thought, she's had so very little love, when she was made for only loving. His hungry gaze took in her tiny taut nipples, her smooth white thighs and the damp dark pubic hair that curled into an inviting "vee" at the juncture of her loins. Her skin was glistening wet from the bath, and the muscular husband could scarcely refrain from loving her dry all over with his tongue.

Ray parted her long naked legs with his hands, revealing the pink wet mystery of her pussy to his lusting eyes. He'd never known anyone like her, and he silently vowed again that he would satisfy her forever as she had never been satisfied before he met her, in every area of her young life. Her soft wet vaginal slit seemed to beckon him on, and he grasped his rock-hard cock and moved forward eagerly on the bed between her willingly wide-held legs.

"Hurry, darling… hurry…" Laura gasped. In an instant, his hard strong body was covering hers, crushing her down into the springy mattress. She arched her torso up to meet him as he guided the rubbery head of his giant penis into the sanctuary of her pussy lips. She was panting in lusty anticipation of what was to come, every inch of her nerve-filled inner cunt wanting to feel his cock rubbing hotly against it.

She spread her legs farther apart as Ray began to push harder and more deeply into the tiny opening of her cunt. She loved the sensation as the hard swollen head penetrated the hungry depths of her vagina, the thick-veined shaft pressing hard against her quivering clitoris with each additional thrust.

She groaned in pleasure as Ray's cock filled her desire-moistened passage, stretching the pliant walls and pressing into the sensitive tip of her cervix that awaited its arrival so hungrily deep inside. Every time he made love to her, it thrilled and fulfilled her move. She'd never believed such body – and mind – pleasing sensations were possible. Never in all her lonely years of struggle to raise Lisa had Laura ever taken a lover. The experience with Billy had been too bitter. Not even Ray had possessed her before they were married.

After all those years without a man, her cunt had shrunk to almost virginal tightness, and it had taken a long time for the new bride to adjust to the monstrous dimensions of Ray's penis. Now that they had been married for several months, Laura had come to crave the overpowering pleasure that his powerful thickness gave her. She had felt guilty at first, about wanting so much sex, but she had come to know that Ray was as hungry for her as she was for him. And it hadn't taken her long to become a complete wanton in bed, willing and instantly ready to try anything that her loving spouse desired.

Ray began to gasp as he felt the warm, resilient walls of Laura's cunt grasp at his throbbing hot cock. She always aroused him to the point of losing control, when he wanted to give her pleasure first, before he had his orgasm. He paused for a moment, kissing her opened mouth, rubbing his hands over her sensitive flesh. He wanted to enjoy her tight little pussy to the fullest, and when he resumed, he knew that she was ready to go all the way. Laura lay with passion-glazed eyes, gasping her joy. His cock filled her so completely that she half expected it would rise into her throat at any second. Her head was held captive as he kissed her ears and her eyes, then plunged his tongue deep into her welcoming mouth, and her belly seemed to be filling with molten lava as her clitoris began to dance under his expert finger-motions. She began to roll her hips beneath his plundering loins, and, then she spread her legs and locked them around the backs of Ray's muscular thighs. Gaining leverage in her new position, she lunged eagerly upward to meet every heavy downward thrust of his cock, wanting every last bit of his lust-quenching hardness deep inside her steaming cunt.

Moaning aloud and gyrating her pelvis, the panting brunette was suddenly a mass of writhing female flesh, arms and legs trembling, her torso pushing hard and quick to meet her husband's plunging, pole-like cock. She knew that he could make her cum many times, and she let herself go, abandoning control, feeling the surging electricity of her first orgasm just beginning.

Ray was even further excited by the knowledge that he could arouse his wife so thoroughly, and he was proud that he could bring her to her climax many times during each lovemaking session. But he knew that he couldn't stay his own cum for very much longer. Laura was something else today, and he knew it was because she was so happy and excited at the imminent reunion with her son, now only hours away.

As he felt her vagina begin spasming feverishly around his pistoning cock, Ray slammed into her hard and deep and held it there, grunting as he felt semen churning in his aching testicles.

Laura had relinquished all control. She just let her sensitive pussy seem to direct her wildly thrashing body. "Ooooohhh… Ray," she moaned, her dark head rolling from side to side with her consummate pleasure. Ray was again shoving his immense cock in and out of her cunt with almost brutal force, and sweat was rolling off her forehead. He knew that there were no tormenting doubts about the past left in Laura now. She was giving her entire being to the pleasure that their locked bodies provided, the pleasure of the present… and the future.

"I've got to cum…" Ray gasped. He could already feel the bubbling in his loins that warned of impending ejaculation. His balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't release the semen forming, and he too, let his passions take over and rule his body.

Laura's mind was a whirl of unabating pleasure. Her teenage son coming home… her daughter growing into a lovely young woman, and this, the greatest man in the world, the sexiest, most exciting lover on earth… all hers!

She felt as if he were taking her, shattering her to pieces, but each tiny piece screamed and undulated with pleasure as she moaned happily, "Ray, Ray, darling it's so good, so wonderful, fuck me… fuck me…"

"It's only the beginning, Laura honey," Ray managed to gasp, "You haven't begun to taste my love yet!"

Laura was spewing out unintelligible words of joy as she felt the first wave of a giant second orgasm sweeping through her loins. The marvelous sensation spread through her body like wildfire, banishing every other thought from her mind except how wonderfully happy she was, and now her husband was promising her even more and greater happiness.

Ray was hammering his bursting cock into his wife's cunt with merciless force, and she loved it! He began to move more rapidly and she felt the gush of his hot cum splash into her hungry pussy. Her clitoris was afire, and the flames were spreading throughout her entire being. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, sucking his tongue hungrily inside, nibbling at it and battling it with her own lashing tongue.

Their groans combined in a crescendo of passion and fulfillment, as he spilled his full load of sperm far up into her burning young cunt, and at last, collapsed atop her, his mouth still locked over hers. The husband and wife lay side by side on the bed for long quiet moments, bathing in the soothing afterglow of total sensual gratification, each marveling at the depths of the love they felt for the other.

***

Two hours later, Laura stood on the porch waving goodbye to Ray as he left on one of his frequent business trips – this one to one of his factories in Oregon. She had donned only a robe, and could still feel the burning touch of his lips on her breasts as he had kissed her goodbye inside the house.

As she watched his car disappear, the young brunette went inside and stood staring around her lovely home, still hardly able to believe that all this was now hers. And in another two hours, her son would be arriving!

Laura went back upstairs to get ready for the big event, taking special pains with her attire and her makeup. She wanted to be an especially pleasing and pretty mother for Billy, so pleasing that he would never again want to be away from her, nor ever again know the loneliness of a mother who had deserted him.

CHAPTER TWO

Billy looked out the train window at the two people who had been the central figures in his young life. The Baylors had been Father and Mother to him since he was born, and he felt a strange pang of emptiness in his heart as he watched them waving goodbye as the train started to move out of the station.

Ethel and Bert Baylor were both crying, and tears formed in Billy's eyes as they disappeared from his view. But in a few moments he composed himself and turned his thoughts to the new life he faced with his natural mother. It was as if he were launching into a new and exciting adventure, and he felt as if he had suddenly become a man, ready to tackle life.

His real mother and a sister! A new home. A new life! He wondered if his mother were as beautiful as he imagined her. He had asked Ma Baylor a hundred times about her – what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other details about the mother he'd never met. He was sure she would be beautiful, soft and kind, an angel on earth. Ma Baylor hadn't told him much except that his mother had dark hair and was petite and pretty, because that was about all the Baylors really knew about Laura Moore.

But Billy had conjured up an image of his mother, that made her a shining, vivacious, lovable creature. He had always dreamed of the day when he would meet her, and now it was here. He had thought of her wishfully every night, after he and Ma Baylor had had that nasty scene.

The sandy-haired thirteen-year-old stared at the scenery flashing by as the train picked up speed, and his mind lapsed back to the Saturday it had happened. Ma Baylor had gone shopping and Pa Baylor had gone to a ballgame. Billy was in the bathroom playing his new game – the game that had almost overnight become his favorite pastime. It felt so good when he played with himself, so good that he saw no reason not to do it often. And though he felt a vague guilt afterwards, he pushed it aside, for he felt too good while he was doing it to ever give it up.

The boys at school had made jokes about his "jerking off", but they didn't make sense to Billy. What it had to do with "fucking" and "balling" and "screwing chicks", he was not sure. He wanted to know, however, and he sensed that someday he would. Pa Baylor had taught him sternly that he was to respect all women and never do anything to a girl that she didn't want him to. He never did go into details as to what this vague "doing something to a girl" was, and Billy had spent many a long hour wondering just what could be done to a girl that she might not like. And – as often as he could, he experimented with his new game – usually in the bathroom, but often while he was in bed, late at night.

This Saturday, though, he hadn't bothered to lock the bathroom door, for he was positive his foster parents would be out for some time. He remembered how good it felt to take his soft young cock into his hand and caress it until it grew rigid, then rub his hand up and down as the delicious friction sent wonderful sensations through the slender shaft and upward into his whole body. Faster and faster his hand moved, his breath coming hard as he approached that magical moment, and his eyes hazed over with pleasure and lust as his mind filled with the joy that was emanating from his loins.

He was possessed by a need to experience that burning, all-encompassing sensation of fulfillment as his brow broke out in beads of sweat. The images in his mind took shape and became a woman's breasts, a soft body, an arm that hugged him close in love and a voice whispered in his ear – the voice of the tall, willowy angel who visited him every night in his dreams.

Sometimes, he would know afterwards that it had been his mother, but now, as he worked frantically to cum, he did not try to match the woman's body to any living creature. But as he felt the sperm begin to bubble up inside his balls and force upward, he murmured pathetically, "Oh, Mommy… Mommy, darling." He was not even aware that he was speaking aloud as he exploded into that delicious world where his body became a living flame of lust.

It was at this precise moment, as the milk white semen shot from his penis to cover his hand, that Ma Baylor entered the bathroom. Her face went white, then red with anger as Billy awkwardly tried to stuff his still-hard penis back inside his cum-smeared pants.

She had marched him into the living room and had given him a stern lecture on the evils of sin – which she considered masturbation to be – and the dire consequences he would suffer if he continued to "play with himself". She had warned that his growth would be stunted, that he would not be able to have children when he married, and that he might go crazy at any moment from his shameful "self-abuse".

Billy had been terrified, but not terrified enough to prevent him from enjoying the forbidden pleasure once again only a few hours later. But it had bothered him immensely, and took a little bit of the excitement and joy from the act, as his mind wrestled with the possibilities of disaster as opposed to the exquisite pleasure he felt. As the days passed, Billy became defiant in his masturbation, and he felt a strange power as he played with his cock, as if he had won a great battle with Ma Baylor.

But now, all that was past. He would no longer have to sneak around under Ma Baylor's suspicious eyes, or listen to her continuing warnings about playing with himself. No one would barge into his bedroom trying to catch him in the act, or forbid him to lock the bathroom door – for he would be loved by his real mother who would treat him like a man.

He would soon be where he belonged, in his own home, with his real mother and sister, and free to do at least as he wished with his own body.

As he anticipated this new and wonderful world, Billy began to doze off, and he was mildly surprised to find that just before he went to sleep, his cock was stiff and erect!

CHAPTER THREE

Billy had only a handbag filled with his collection of marbles, and odds and ends that had appealed to him over the years. His mother had insisted that she would buy him entirely new clothes when he arrived, so he was free to run unencumbered to the head of the line when the train pulled into the station.

He found that his heart was beating wildly as he stepped down from the train and looked about him, peering into the faces of the many people who had gathered to meet loved ones. Where was she? He was positive that he would know her in any crowd, so vivid had her image become in his mind.

Sudden fear gripped the nervous teenager. What if she didn't show up? What if it had all been a terrible mistake? He felt panic as he envisioned himself being sent back to his foster parents' house.

He saw no one who even resembled the beautiful woman in his dreams, and his heart sank. He was almost ready to cry when he spotted two dark-eyed women pushing their way through the crowd and hurrying toward him. As they came closer, he saw that one was only a girl, and the other – she had to be his mother! No one else could be so beautiful! He ran towards her with outstretched arms and Laura crushed him to her bosom, hugging and kissing him, as tears of joy flooded her eyes. Each of them felt the supreme thrill of having a dream come true. Laura's life felt full. She was a full woman at last.

Young Lisa stood nearby, watching them. Her own eyes were misty as she looked at the brother she had never known. She saw a light of joy in his eyes that matched that in her mother's, and her heart swelled with happiness and pride. Billy looked like her mother. His hair was lighter, but he had the same wide-spaced brown eyes, the strong chin, and full lips. He was a handsome young boy, Lisa thought. She did not resemble her mother to anywhere near the degree that Billy did. Lisa had blonde hair, like her father, and only her sensually full mouth resembled that of her mother and brother.

Laura released her tight grip on Billy and tried to introduce him to his sister, but the words were choked by her happiness. But each knew who the other was, and Lisa held out her arms to Billy, who hugged and kissed her eagerly. Tears welled again in Laura's eyes, and utter happiness at seeing both her children locked in one another's arms at last brought sobs of delight to their mother's throat.

They finally broke the hug and she and Lisa stood back, sizing Billy up, their faces glowing with affection.

Strange thoughts were running through Laura's mind. She had not expected Billy to be so big – so manly and mature. The thought suddenly flashed across her mind that he would soon be a man, and she would lose him again! But she pushed the thought from her mind. He was here now, and they had good years ahead of them.

But, God – he reminded her so much of his father in a way that Laura didn't like at all! It was unsettling for Laura, because she still had fears that her attraction to her former husband was not completely gone.

Billy was entranced by the odor of his mother's perfume. He could smell faint traces of it as he sat in the back seat with his sister, and their mother drove. His head spun as he realized that the woman who was his mother far exceeded even his wildest dreams. She was enchanting, beautiful and sweet – and he was to spend the rest of his life with her.

Lisa, in turn, seemed fascinated by Billy. She held his hand and smiled softly at him each time their eyes met as the car wound through the thinning suburbs and to the big house that stood alone on acres of grounds. Billy's eyes grew wide at the affluence of the world he was now entering. The place was a mansion, surrounded by beautiful trees and shrubbery. His mother had married a rich man, and now this life was to be his too!

Laura had chatted steadily as she drove, telling Billy how she had missed him, explaining awkwardly why she hadn't been able to keep him with her all those years and finally saying, "Everything will make up for it, Billy, darling. We're together now, and Ray will take good care of all of us. He'll love you as we do!"

Billy's thoughts went to his new father and he wondered what the man his mom had married would be like. After all, they were total strangers. For an instant, he wondered why it couldn't just be the three of them, without Ray. He already knew that his sister and his mother wanted him and loved him. What if Ray didn't?

But as his mother led him inside the house, his fears vanished. The place exuded a welcoming hominess. It was a grand, plush place, yet there was an aura of love and understanding that seemed to be built into it. He shook his head in awe. "This is really something. It's beautiful," he said softly. He wondered if he could fit into its grandness, and he vowed he would try with all his might.

"Lisa, take Billy upstairs and show him his room," Laura said. "He must be famished and it's a long time until dinner. I'll fix us some snacks."

Billy followed Lisa up the steps, noting the nicely shaped legs and fanny that his fourteen-year-old sister displayed. She was almost a woman, he thought as he found himself wondering guiltily how her body would look naked. At the head of the stairs, Lisa turned left and down a long hall. Another hall led off to the right, and as she turned a soft smile on him, Lisa said, "This is our section of the house, Billy. Mom and Dad live on the other hallway."