Sandi Sweetass

Mom Runs Wild

Chapter 1

Martin Hale went to the window or the small rented cabin and parted the red gingham drapes. His eyes traveled across the heavily wooded landscape of the New England mountains and finally settled on the crisp blue water of Lake Merriam. But Martin kept searching until he saw her, his daughter, Jane.

She was floating on a yellow air mattress about twenty feet out in the calm water. Her bright red bikini contrasted with the yellow of the mattress to make her look like some kind or comfortable fishing float. Martin was more aware of the contrast between the skimpy red bikini and Jane's thoroughly exposed flesh. Well-tanned, smooth flesh, the flesh of an eighteen-year-old girl full of health, vigor and overly eager ideas. When he'd first seen the string bikini earlier in the week Martin's gut reaction was one of shock she looked naked the thing hardly covered anything and everything it didn't cover was just too appealing to let hang out Then he remembered where they were, the cabin was so Isolated, so deeply hidden in the mountains next to this seldom visited lake that the chance of anyone but himself, Beth or Timothy, her brother, seeing the ripe nudeness was very slim.

But Martin did have to admit to himself that his little girl was now a woman very much a woman. He didn't know where the years had gone, but it did take years, it had to take that long for nature to build such a splendid body. Either way, Jane was occupied; he knew she'd float out there for hours. He looked around to see if Tim was near.

As usual, Tim was nowhere in sight that was something to expect from a seventeen-year-old boy. Probably off fishing or hiking on the mountain, Martin figured. The chances of Timothy coming back during the next few hours were remote. Martin closed the drapes and looked through the dimness of the cabin bedroom toward the sleeping woman in the bed. It was Beth, his faithful wife.

Timothy Hale was doing both things, fishing and hiking. At least he had his fishing rod with him, but he wasn't too close to the water he y was cautiously hiking over the mountain watching stopping now and. then like a hunter to peer into the trees ahead. He squinted the blue eyes of his freckled face and brushed the red shock of hair back from his forehead before moving on, this time toward a spot he'd been to before.

It was a prominent point where he could look down at the lake and see just about everything, coves, shoreline, the cabin back in the woodsy even Jane out on her stupid air mattress. His eyes took scant notice of these familiar things and kept searching. Tim quickly stepped back into the cover of the shrubbery when he saw it-the boat. It was the same boat he'd seen the day before, small, wood, with two people inside. The man sat back and steered the small motor, a woman with light blonde hair sat forward near the bow. Timothy crouched down and watched the distant craft as it slowly and painfully cut across the lake. It was still too soon to tell where they were headed.

Jane Hale took a deep breath and just let it ease from her lungs. She liked doing that, swelling her chest up with air until the red bikini top hugged tight to her breasts, then gradually allowing the halter to go slack and slip away. She had it hooked on the farthest button so it hung loosely on her breasts and let them jostle and bounce whenever she walked, it was almost like having nothing up there at all.

But even lying on the yellow air mattress with the hot sun cooking down on her skin, Jane liked an occasional swell of airy just to remind herself. That's all she could do, she sadly thought. Way up here in the middle of nowhere there weren't many young men to entice and excite with her breathing exercises; actually there were none, unless she counted her father or brother.

Jane sighed and gritted her teeth-what a drag. She was sorry she'd let her father make the plans for this vacation; it was just like him to dig up some place where there was no chance she'd meet any guys at all. He might as well have sent her to a convent instead submitting her to this torture. And to top it all off, he was going back home now for a few days and refused to let her come along.

Jane had gotten mad the night before when she'd asked if he'd take her along. "I can do your cooking and make sure the house is neat," she pleadingly said.

"Sorry, Jane," he answered. "I wouldn't go back unless I had to. It's business and I can't afford to miss it. I'll be very busy trying to get the deal drawn up fast, if I'm alone I'll be able to get down to work and finish quick. Then I can get back up here and enjoy this beautiful spot with my family."

"But I won't get in the way… " she whined.

"Jane!" her mother sternly said. "Your father told you you can't go!"

It's unfair, Jane told herself as she sullenly floated on the water. Unfair. The hot sun was giving her a deep, bronze tan and making her gold hair shine with light. She stretched her long, lithe legs, yawned and rested back on the mattress. Her narrow hips, flat belly and large, fully-fleshed breasts were motionless as she tried to sleep. What else was there to do?

Martin Hale looked at his watch. He was anxious to get going but knew there was one last thing to take care of. He'd be gone two, maybe three days, but he wanted to make sure Beth was content. The kids were sure to be out for hours, and he knew the sooner he took care of Beth the sooner he'd be on the road… and he was anxious to take care of the 'business' at home.

He sat at the foot of the bed and gently lifted the blankets. Beth's small, graceful feet and ankles moved as the cooler air touched them, but she didn't wake up. Martin lifted more of the covers away and smiled. He really dug Beth's legs. They were the long, curving limbs of a model and still had every bit of the beauty which had first attracted him to her. She was lying on her side and the soft, velvet-fleshed legs were slightly parted.

He pushed the blankets up even more until the round, firm curve of Beth's fine backside was exposed. She was wearing tight, brief-cut undies of white with her shortie nightgown. Martin could see the shadowed crease between her asscheeks and a soft mound of tender skin and hair keep in the crotch of the underwear. Tasty lumps of stark white skin were exposed where the panties failed to cover all her round backside.

Beth was sleeping heavily and Martin knew it would take more than removing the covers to wake her, so he lifted them all away. He stood at the side of the bed and removed his shirt and pants while watching her deep-breathing body.

The pink tips of her tight, small breasts were visible through the sheer white pajama top. She had hardly changed since the day they married, her narrow-waisted body was as firm and vibrant as ever.

Martin stripped down to nothing but his half-hard cock and slid onto the bed behind her. The smell of her brown, wavy hair was fresh, the warmth of her close body very noticeable. He rested his hand on the soft curves of her ass and squeezed. The cock instantly surged with renewed vigor and stiffened. Beth mumbled quietly in her sleep, but didn't wake up.

He moved in close enough to feel the satin of the undies with the expanding head of his cock. He brushed it up and down in the crease while still giving each cheek gentle squeezes. Then he moved one hand up under the nightie; Beth rolled back against him in her sleep, and a soft moan came from her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm… "

Martin felt the gentle slope of her breast, then the pliant and hot nipple. It slid into his fingers like a hot dab of butter, to become a burning, claylike cone under his rolling pinch. Her ass was fully against him now, pinning his throbbing cock with walls of soft meat against his stomach. Martin kept his hips moving, kept the inflamed cock sliding up and down inside the hugging crease of satin.

Beth's sleeping body was warm and smooth as it unconsciously responded to the hands and stiff prong. The slow breathing of her partially open mouth became deeper, and she swallowed, dreaming the pinching fingers on her breasts and the gently massaging cock in the fold of her ass belonged to a young man, a bright-smiling, gregarious youth with tight flesh across his stomach and no end to the insistent pecker, a beautiful, arching shaft of glowing muscle rising from a bed of red hair.

Martin was enjoying his assault on the limp, unawake body. He moved his hands down to her hips and worked at the elastic waistband of the undies. It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to slide them off the delicious asscheeks and down to the ankles. A renewed wave of inviting heat beckoned from her now bare, white backside.

He lifted the nightie up and off one arm, then across her head of short brown hair, then off the other arm, now she was nude, nude and still asleep. He slid back into the warm tuck of her ass with his hot shaft and scooped each handful of breast into his pinching fingers. She seemed aware of her nakedness and of the fact that a man was next to her, because she bent her legs up and gave the meat of her ass a welcoming thrust back.

"Mmmmmmmm?" she questioningly moaned.

Martin's broad cockhead glided up and down the exciting crevice with more and more speed, he was getting very excited. It dawned on him why he was enjoying this so much… It was because she was asleep and not aware of who was really doing this to her. It could be any man any man at all in bed with her, rubbing his dock in her ass, feeling her tits, turning her on like this. And that man now had her in a position from which he could do anything even take her in the asshole. Martin silently laughed, that would wake her up, a stiff prong up the ass would open those eyes real fast.

But he knew what would happen once she was awake. He'd have a hell of a fight on his hands, she'd scream like he was using a knife inside her. During all the years of their marriage the one thing Beth never allowed was that-anal intercourse; she always refused to take the pecker in the asshole.

As his hands traveled down the tingling flesh of her torso to brush at the full mound of light brown hair in her crotch, Beth woke up. She opened one eye, blinked, realized what was going on, and frowned. She wasn't unhappy be= cause of what he was doing, no, it felt good to wake up with an eagerly burning cunt. What Beth didn't like was the predictability of it all. Martin was leaving today and Beth knew he'd never go away without performing what he considered his husbandly duty.

She closed her eye and decided to let him work at arousing her for a real long time. this was a chance in a million to make him really try. His big cock was lodged deep in the comfortable squeeze of her ass, the hands were now wedging between her thighs, digging into the gently sloped flesh to find and feel her wet lipped opening. Beth waited.

Martin moved one hand over her leg and reached up to her hot crotch from the rear. He met his other hand and the fingers groped into the slickness of Beth's waiting pussy. The loose, slippery skins parted easily and he deftly searched out her clitoris and put pressure against it. He rolled the firm knob back and forth while giving his shaft long, slow rides between her asscheeks. He wondered why she wasn't awake by now, after all, a finger in the snatch should do it.

Beth took a deep breath of air. She had to go to the bathroom, but knew the impulse would fade if he aroused her enough. His fingers were inside her, twisting, touching, playing with her clitoris and causing the pussy to flow with abundant wetness… but it just wasn't enough. Something was missing.

Martin couldn't wait, he reminded himself that he was in a hurry and slid his hips back. The meaty head of his hard pecker dipped down and caught between her legs. He used his hand to guide the stick into the slickness of her crotch, to wedge it up tight against the juicy cunt lips and rub back and forth.

Beth let her legs part enough to allow him comfortable entry. He was going to fuck it into her before she was ready; he might as well have said, "Come on, open up, I'm in a hurry to get the hell out of here! Let's get this obligation over with!"

As his flared cockhead pushed into the firmness of her opened lips, Beth said, "Good morning."

"Hi, honey," Martin cooed.

His greeting was too loving, too mushy, too insincere. Beth said nothing else and just arched her back. The head of the cock moved inside her cooking hole with a single lurch. Martin smiled grabbed her by the hips and pushed. The eager cock dug into the moist heat; it cruised between juicy walls until it was totally imbedded inside her.

"Thought I'd surprise you this morning," he whispered.

Surprise? I'd have bet a thousand dollars you'd do this, she told herself. You'd never feel right leaving your wife and children for a few days without putting in a dutiful fuck and telling Jane and Timothy to mind their mother she thought.

Martin gave his cock a fast deep plunge, then pulled back. The soft meat of her rump pressed against his lurching thighs each time he thrust into her. Beth forgot about going to the bathroom and gave her hips a slight twist against the pleasant-feeling stick. It was a good-sized cock, deep, hard, hot; the only reason it didn't have her going berserk was because of the predictability.

The thick moisture of her insides was leaking down to coat the pumping rod and make it glisten with grease. Martin felt the easy slide in and out the way her snatch lips kissed at his digging root, the way she worked her hips to have the head grate against one side, then the other. He reached up and circled his arms tight around her stomach and shoulders, her body pressed fully against his deep-driving torso.

Beth blinked. this was predictable too. It was his way of letting her know he was close. Hug her up real tight like he would be lost without her, then pump his cock with great speed. Smash it into her like she was made of plastic and let it spit-the grand finale. And the walls of her cunt were expected to clap and yell "bravo!"… but the performance had just started.

The building pressure in Martin's pecker was intense, he knew he was close. His arms squeezed her tight, his hips jerked with increased speed. The pecker worked like it was being driven by a small motor, in and.out, driving deep, rasping into the tender skins of her awakening hole.

Beth could feel the distant tingle.of hope. The extreme chance of her own climax so buried beneath her knot of anger that it could never rise to the surface. The rod felt good, it was making her really burn inside, her snatch was cooking, hugging, sucking at the big stick with hope… senseless hope.

"Oh… yes," Beth sighed.

Martin smiled. She was coming around now. He drove himself to full depth and heard a soft groan; she liked it deep. Then his cock felt her pussy contract, she twisted against him. He resumed the rapid strokes of cock into her hungry pit. Beth arched her back to open everything to him, to drive her cunt. backwards at his cock and let it get all the way in.

"Oh… Martin," she sighed with as much feeling as she could pretend to have.

"You feel good, honey," he said. "Real good… "

She almost said something but swallowed it back. It was so close to her lips it frightened her. She almost asked, "Do I feel as good as Sherry?" But no, she couldn't ask that. She also didn't know why she couldn't, why she held her silence, why she put up with the knot of anger smothering her climax.

Martin looked down at the jutting curves of her ass, at the red cunt lips circling his swiftly plunging pecker, at the pink eye of her ass watching everything from a front row seat. Her juice was frothed and glistened like honey on his pumping organ as it dug deep and slowly withdrew. He remembered the time and was glad she was coming around. A few more strokes and she'd be jerking that hot ass like a crazy kid, groaning, humping…

Beth felt the need to go to the bathroom again. She inhaled, then let out a low, guttural moan like a hungry lioness. Then her ass slammed back and she gave her torso a wide twist on the pivot of his imbedded axle. Martin pounded deep and fast, he was letting it go. Beth heaved hard onto him.

"Yes! Yes!" she sighed between clenched teeth. Teeth clenched with growing anger, not passion.

Martin grimaced as he felt the surging lurch of his cream-filled cock overflow inside the twisting snatch. It billowed like foam from a fire extinguisher into the licking flames of her hot oven. Spurt after spurt of thick, white paste spewed and plastered Beth's hungry vagina. She pressed back and felt the filling semen stream deep inside her sobbing pussy.

"Oh… Yes… " she hissed. "It feels so wonderful… "

Martin kept his cock working into the jism filled cunt as though it was the stick of a butter churn. Everything was incredibly wet and slick, the cream gurgled back down the length of his shaft to bubble and drip from the red ring of her filled cunt lips. It leaked down to her thigh and left slithering puddles of warmth between Beth's open legs…

She blinked back her tears as once again she realized the deep-buried happiness in her body was still entombed like a six-feet-under coffin. Martin had failed to do more than lay flowers by the tombstone of her dead vagina. But she heaved back at his now shrinking pecker to imitate life and joy and satisfaction with the performance, a performance she sadly realized she shared with another woman.

It was more than six months ago when she knew for sure. Before then she had only suspected he was seeing another woman, and with a lot of rationalizing Beth had been able to dismiss it all as silly jealousy on her part. Martin was a good man, he would never do something like that. Then she got the phone call.

If it had been a phone call from someone at his office trying to be malicious or cruel Beth could have rationalized that away too. But it wasn't. No, this was a phone call from the woman herself, from Sherry. Beth had to amend her suspicions; Sherry didn't sound like a woman, more like a young girl. A twenty-year-old child with a snakelike voice and a sultry, false, laugh.

"I thought I'd call and tell you that I'm sleeping with your husband," she said with a spoiled whine.

Beth was speechless, she couldn't believe her ears. The young girl told her too much told her about Martin's birthmark between his legs, about the mole under his arm, and, worst of all about how happy she made him.

"Why? Why are you doing this!" Beth stammered.

"Just to let you know," Sherry smugly answered. "They say an affair many times can save a marriage, Mrs. Hale. I just want you to know that I'm saving your marriage for you."

In a fury Beth slammed the phone down. The girl was crazy, some kind of twisted bitch doing her best to destroy their marriage so she could have Martin to herself. Beth was appalled by the thought that Martin would have anything at all to do with such a brazen lunatic In the first place. A girl with such guts! A double-faced, back-stabbing whore so perverted she calls the man's wife and tells all!

Beth held her silence and during the days after the phone call did some checking. She even went as far as following Martin to work and seeing him stop at an apartment building several blocks from the office. He disappeared inside for almost an hour, then came out with this girl who looked younger than their own daughter! She was a short thing with bleached hair and breasts like grapefruits. The giggling little slut wore a skirt so short she'd have trouble if she sneezed, and she hung on Martin like he was some kind of Greek God.

So Beth knew. She knew every time he called and said he had to work late, she knew every time he got up early to get to the office and take care of things, she knew when he said he was going out to play golf on Sunday; she knew. She also knew why he so dutifully and consistently made love to her, even more than before. It was to keep her from suspecting he was sharing himself. But Beth kept silent about the phone call, it was a too obvious attempt by Sherry to cause trouble… the last thing Beth was going to do was play into Sherry's hand.

She decided something had to be done, but didn't know what. If she waited the whole thing might blow over, but it wouldn't put an end to it. Martin would get involved with some other big-titted bitch because he'd gotten away with it before. No, Beth wanted to find a way to halt it all forever. She knew she had two choices, either let him know she was aware of his cheating and demand he stop it or get a divorce. For six months Beth juggled the options in her mind while the silent anger grew in her guts.

"Okay, honey, I'll be back Wednesday night or Thursday morning at the latest," Martin said after they dressed.

"I wish we had a phone here," Beth said.

"Don't worry," Martin soothed. "It's only a couple of days. If there are any problems take the car down to the general store and use the pay phone."

"Sure." He was talking about Tim's old heap, the one with the wide tires and loud muffler. It was adequate transportation except for two things-it had to be pushed to start and Tim was the only human on earth capable of driving it.

"You know I wouldn't leave like this if it wasn't absolutely necessary," Martin said while kissing her cheek.

Beth smiled. "Yes, I know."

"And I'll make it as fast as I can."

"I know."

"Say goodbye to the kids for me, tell them to mind their mother and keep out of mischief."

"Mischief?" Beth asked. "Up here in the middle of nowhere? If there's mischief around tell me to stay out of it."

Martin laughed and patted her round, proud backside. "See you Thursday."

Beth stood at the window and watched him steer the family sedan down the rutted dirt road toward civilization, the city, the little slut named Sherry. She knew he had no business to take care of other than his little twist, the giggling little pervert, the big-titted bitch who made him feel so manly. Not only was Beth sharing her husband with the harlot when he went to work, the little whore had managed to take him away during vacation.

Beth swallowed. She knew she'd have to make her decision. Let Sherry have him for better or worse or give Martin a second chance. She looked out at the lake and saw Jane on her yellow air mattress, floating, sleeping, drifting, comfortable under the sun. Timothy was nowhere in sight but his modified car was, Tears finally came to Beth's worried face… both their children would be leaving the nest very soon. Did she want to face a life of loneliness without the comfort of her children or a husband? Did she want to stand all alone or did she want to take a stand against Sherry?

Chapter 2

"Pssssst, Geraldo," Abe whispered to the young, black-haired man resting patiently in the shade of a tree at the top of the mountain.

Jerry opened his eyes and stared at the hulking form of Abe as he crouched behind a rock and peered down at the lake and the small cabin. Abe was older and had short-cut hair on his thicknecked head, his massive arms and stoutly muscled legs filled the light blue shirt and pants to the point of stretching. Jerry was wearing the same uniform and he stretched before moving over to see what Abe was so excited about. "What is it, Abraham!" he asked.