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His incestuous wife

CHAPTER ONE

Virginia Simmas threw the women's magazine to the floor in disgust and lit a fresh cigarette, the last one still burning in the ash tray. She puffed on the cigarette with a vengeance, picked up the dainty teacup on the end table, and tossed the cold, black liquid down.

She grimaced. It was a lousy drink, half cold coffee and half vodka. A lousy way to get through life, too, she thought, but being a little tight seemed to make it easier.

Virginia knew there was something missing, something that vodka and cigarettes wouldn't replace yet, to go out and get involved with life again seemed like too much of a chore. She was too old to go back to school; besides, she didn't want to, and she sure as hell didn't want to get job. Still, she had to do something; her unrest was growing by the day.

She was thirty-eight years old, married almost twenty years, and had a grown daughter. The most charitable thing she could say about her marriage was that it was dull.

She got absently to her feet and trudged up the three stairs to the bedroom level. Her head felt light and she staggered just a trifle. Another vodka, she thought, and she could sleep the rest of the day away. The thought was tempting, but she knew she had to get busy or lose her mind. She slid open the closet door, only to shrink back. Cleaning that out was too formidable a job in her condition; to leap in there cold turkey was just too much to ask. She would start by cleaning out the drawers in the dresser, starting with her husband's one drawer. She had four.

God, what men accumulated. Two worn-out undershirts, one red sock, no mate, and… what in the hell was a big brown envelope doing in his clothes drawer under all of his other paraphernalia? She realized that it had been years since she had opened his drawer except to pile his clean things on top of what was already there, and God knew what a man would stuff in it in that length of time.

She took the envelope and idly undid the clasp. Her mouth dropped open with astonishment as a mass of dirty pictures spread out on the bed. She picked up one of the pictures and looked at it. It was of a man standing over a naked woman, his prick spurting a load of cum onto her face. In spite of her shock, she said, "Why, his.. his thing must be ten inches long" She threw it down.

The next one she picked up was no better, or the next, or the one after that. She scooped the pictures back into the envelope and threw it into the drawer.

"The dirty rat!" she finned. "He pays about as much attention to me as he does the vacuum, and then collects dirty pictures of men and women… fornicating and other things."

Virginia and Harvey still fucked now and then, but it was usually when he was drunk, crawling on and slamming his cock in and out of her cunt for a few strokes until he came. Some fun. And it was always when Harvey felt the need, never any thought of how she felt. Virginia flounced angrily from the worn.

Downstairs again, Virginia was in a rage. He doesn't know I'm alive, she thought, and I've got ten times as much to offer as any of those whores in his pictures!

She lifted her skirt high and looked down at herself just to make sure. She had a little more around her middle, but her belly was still firm, the belly button deep and sexy, and her dark beaver bulged out the front of her panties. She didn't need to look at herself to know she was still a fine-looking woman, even if she didn't feel like it, but sometimes it helped. Satisfied, she let her skirt fall back into place.

She went to the kitchen and poured some vodka into a glass and ten minutes later she was back in the bedroom looking at the pictures. She left in disgust again, yet was back for a third try within the hour. She stacked the pictures into neat piles and, starting with the first pile, looked at each picture in turn. There were men and women playing with each other, fucking and sucking, and from all angles. It was disgusting, yet, in spite of herself, she was aroused, especially by the ones where the men were young.

Then she came to one with a boy who couldn't have been over nineteen. The boy in the picture stood in the nude and a woman kneeled in front of him with his prick in her mouth. She WBS clothed, but the front of her dress WAS open and her big tits were exposed. The boy was tall and thin, almost frail-looking, and his cock appeared to be quite long, even with part of it in the woman's mouth. The woman wasn't pretty and looked to be in her late thirties, and she had the boy's balls cupped in her hand.

"Oh, my God!" Virginia gasped. "I like that, I really do." She laid it aside and went through the remaining pictures faster, hoping to find more with young boys.

She found several, two of the same boy and woman, only they were both naked and in one they were fucking and in the other-heaven forbid if the boy had his face buried between the woman's legs. Virginia had heard that men put their mouths on a woman's cunt, but had never given it much thought. It made her tingle now, and when she felt her pussy-mound, she found that her underwear was wet.

The one that really turned her on, though, was of a much younger boy, maybe eighteen, and a woman who was lying on her back with the boy straddling her face. He was squirting his jism into her open mouth. It was a very good picture, the stringy strands of cock-goo clearly dripping.

Virginia scooped the rest of the pictures into the envelope and put it back under her husband's underwear in the drawer, then sat back on the bed to examine her self. In spite of herself, she was unable to control her self, she was a female animal in a rut, lusting for the choice fruit of tender youth, yearning for the innocent, unmolested cock of a young boy.

Virginia fell back on the bed and brought her feet up. She could feel the heat rising between her thighs. The urge to play with her cunt, yes, to bang herself, was very strong, even tough she hadn't done such a thing in many, many years. She wondered now why she hadn't. A fuck with Harvey was a rare occasion any more, and God knew she needed something.

Her skirt was above her hips and her hand moved between her open thighs. Her panties were soaked. She looked at the pictures laid out on the bed beside her and pushed her panties down her lop. After kicking them free, her hand returned to her crotch, a finger sliding into the slick slit nestled at the top of her thighs, first lightly, then With considerably more urgency. Virginia realized when the first ripple of pleasure roiled through her cunt that she was ripe and ready-Lord, she was overripe!

While her fingers played lovingly between the puffed-out lips of her cunt, her mind wandered back into the musty archives of her memory. An image came forth, one that had long been forgotten, but at the time seemed as if it would linger forever. She. was eighteen years old again and her little brother was six. She doted on her little brother; he was her real live doll, her very own play pretty, an out of curiosity she had taken down his pants, and upon seeing his tiny prick, had succumbed to an irresistible urge. She had taken the gorgeous piece of pink cock-flesh in her hand, and when it felt so wonderful, bent down and kissed it. She could almost feel the tiny prick against her lips now, and wondered what it would have felt like if the tiny organ could have gotten hard.

As the incident turned out, her father caught her just as she was about to take her brother's little cock inside her mouth. He gave her a blistering that she thought she would never forget. The beating was enough to prevent her from doing it again, but not to erase the immensely pleasurable sensation of her little brother's cock against her lips. For ninny months afterwards she used the memory to excite herself sexually.

Virginia was at a sensual high, her fingers massaging thrill after thrill from her cunt. She was close to coming, the drool dripping, from the corner other mouth.

She looked at the pictures on the bed beside her again and increased the action of her hand. She had two ringers deep inside her cunt while her thumb strummed heavily on her cut. She imagined the frail-looking youth was squirting his hot jizz down her throat and started to come. She had always come easily, even many times when Harvey came after,just a couple of jabs, but this one was exquisite, shattering better than anything she had ever had before. And while she was at the height of her come, she saw the picture of the big dog and imagined that it was her hand pulling on the wet, slimy tool.

Virginia lay exhausted for a long while, the ride down from her sexual high a slow, gentle, very rewarding one. She finally got up when the urge to pee grew so strong she could no longer hold out. Her release over the potty was almost like another come. God, she thought, a good piss was almost sexual, and it really was. She went back to her room and hid the pictures under her panties in the dresser.

She wanted her husband to fuck her when he came home, but it was his bowling night, and lie left the house right after supper without so much as a kiss on her cheek. She felt only bitterness at her plight; after all, did she deserve such treatment? She had been a good wife and mother. Their only child, Ruthie, was nineteen and away for her first year in college, leaving her with nothing but an uncaring, self-gratifying husband. Why hadn't Harvey given her a son, too? She had wanted a son so badly. Why was she so left out? Site filled a glass half full of vodka.

Her brain felt numb when she finally staggered up to her bedroom. She had stripped down to her panties and bra when she glanced out the window and saw a light in the house next door. It was from Chuck Morrison's roam, it had to be, his parents' room was on the other side. Without thought, she staggered from the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. The Morrison house was a rambling, ranch type, and she could look directly into the window without so much as standing on her toes.

She realized that she was standing in plain sight between the two houses, clad only in her underwear, but she quickly forgot it when she looked into the window. She gasped. Chuck Morrison sat on his bed, his pants open, and he had his cock in his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips as she watched the boy's prick grow. Automatically her hand slid down inside her panties.

Chuck had leaned back on his bed, his hand moving slowly up and down on his hard cock, when the door to his room flew open. Virginia pulled back, but not so much that she couldn't see. Chuck's mother, Clara, stood in the door; she wore only a pair of sheer panties, her black beaver plainly showing through. Her tits were large and hung down.

The window was open, and Virginia heard Clara say, "Now stop that, Charles. You know it isn't good for you."

"Aw, Mom," Chuck answered.

"If it had been your father who had walked in here instead of me, you'd get a tanning, and you know it."

She stared directly at the window and Virginia froze.

"Don't you have enough sense to close your drapes, especially if you're going to play with yourself'? Now get up and close them," she said.

Chuck grumbled and got to his feet. With his prick still hanging from his pants, he came to the window and pulled the drapes shut. Virginia got a good close look at his cock, even if it had gone soft.

"Now, you get ready for bed," Clara said, "I have to go because your father is waiting for me."

Virginia stood in the darkness, her hand still inside her panties, staring at the closed drapes. "No, no, no," she moaned, "I wanted to watch him jack off."

In a daze, Virginia wandered around the house, the damp gram sending chills through her bare feet and up her lop. She really didn't know what she was doing, yet stopped when she got to the master-bedroom window. The drapes stood wide open and she could see Jack Morrison sitting on the bed in his shorts. Clara came into the room still clad in her panties.

Clara was four yearn younger than Virginia, but she had turned to fat, and she wasn't pretty like Virginia. Her lips were fat, her ass was big and flabby, she had a roll around her middle, and her tits hung halfway to her belly. Jack looked younger than she, and was still trim. He was a salesman and was gone a lot.

I'm going to bed," Clara said, rolling her pantyhose down her legs. She stood in front of her husband. "Like me?" she asked.

"Yeah," Jack answered, "sure, baby. But you'll have to get it up for me. I'm pooped. It was a rough day."

Jack got to his feet and pushed down his shorts. His cock was all shriveled up, almost hidden by the mass of hair. Clara went over to him and kneeled down. She stretched his prick out of the hair, bent forward, and took it in her mouth.

Virginia looked again, her nose almost pressed against the window. She watched Clara suck Jack's cock, heard the slurping sounds, felt the heat building in her cunt. When Clam backed off, Jack's cock was hard and glistened with Clara's spit. Virginia noticed with satisfaction that it was much smaller than Harvey's. Harvey's prick was that big when it was soft.

"Suck it all the way, honey," Jack said. "I feel like making it in your mouth tonight."

"No, Jack," Clara whined, "I want you to fuck me, and if you come in my mouth, you won't. I need a fuck, Jack, it's been over a week."

In spite of her arousal, Virginia blushed. She had no idea that Clara talked like that. She could hear Jack grumbling, but he let her get on the bed and quickly moved on top of her. She had never seen anyone fuck before, and it made her very excited. Her panties went to the pound and she masturbated while Clara and Jack fucked.

"Oh, Jack, Jack, it feels so good!" Clara cried, bucking wildly. "Fuck me good, honey! Make me come! Make me come!"

Virginia came first and slumped to the damp earth. She was back in her bedroom, not sure how she bad even gotten there, before she realized the terrible chance she had taken. She wasn't a peeping Tom, and yet she had gone to the neighbors' windows practically naked and stood in full view of the street. In fact, she had come back home naked because her panties were still lying on the pound outside Clam's bedroom window. She felt sick and ashamed and went down to the, kitchen for a drink.

When Harvey came home, it was after midnight and he was dead drunk. He stumbled and cursed in the darkness and finally crawled into bed with Virginia. He was naked, yet didn't even realize that Virginia was, too. He was snoring within seconds.

Virginia let her hand slide over his hugs, hairy belly. She was accustomed to him naked beside her because he always slept in the raw. Pajamas always twisted around his body when he turned in his sleep and he tore them apart, so he wore none, he never had. She felt of his big arms, his hairy barrel chest, and then let her band slide down over his belly again. She gripped his prick in her hand; it felt massive and hot, even though it was completely soft. She realized that he reeked of sex and it made her feel excited to know he had been out fucking another woman.

She cupped his balls. They were big, just like the rest of him, only they were cool. She wondered why a man's nuts always felt cool. Her hand went back to his cock. Keeping one hand on his cock, she pushed the coven back and crouched beside his sleeping form. Bringing her face close, she lifted the limp rod and put her mouth over the end. It tasted very strong when she pushed back the thick foreskin with her lips. She had never had a cock in her mouth and wondered if they all tasted like this or if she was tasting the mint had bad been inside.

Harvey never did get a hard-on, yet she sucked his cock for a long time, and she masturbated again, coming twice. Over twenty years without finger-fucking and now three times in one day-what was becoming of her? She pressed her head into the soft pillow and went to sleep, a warm glow in her belly and, for the first time in her life, the taste of a man's prick on her lips.

CHAPTER TWO

Harvey awakened the next morning with his usual hangover. "Goddamn," he said. "Head like a balloon," and stumbled into the toilet to relieve himself.

Virginia lay in bed and watched him through the open door. She wondered what tiara Morrison would do if she ever got a brute of a man like that on top of her. Go ape, probably.

She slipped into a robe and went to the kitchen and had coffee with hint. He looked so different in a suit and a tie, more civilized, less like a gorilla. Harvey finished his coffee and kissed her on the cheek, taking a moment to stare down the front of her gown. She had magnificent tits "Had the screwiest dream last night," he.. "Oh? What was it about?" "Too far out. You'd never believe it," he said, and left for work. Virginia poured herself another cup of coffee and reflected on the day just pest. It was a day like she had never experienced before, a day she wasn't sure she would want to repeat. She felt guilty, yet titillated; ashamed, yet desiring more. She was shocked at her neighbor's behavior. The way Clara had brazenly displayed herself in front of her young son and the nonchalant way she had watched him fondle his cock, not to mention her wanton lust with Jack. It left her puzzled, unsure whether she knew anything at about people.

Rut most of, she was shocked by her own behavior. She knew it was her best time of the month, but that wasn't the reason; she had her hot time every month. She had been pretty drunk, too, but that was no excuse; she got pretty drunk quite often lately. No, it wasn't that simple; it WAS latent desire that had been there all along, building day by day, and yesterday it had exploded.

She went back up to her bedroom and took the pictures out from her dresser drawer. Her body tingled. She wanted to masturbate, make the grand feeling explode in her cunt again, but fought off the urge. She felt very pious as she put the pictures away, imagining herself filled with strength of character or some such thing, knowing deep inside that she was saving it for later. It would be so much better if she let the lust grow a little.

She decided against wearing any underwear and then put on a pair of Ruthie's old jeans, even though they were too small, because they felt so good and snug against her cunt. The coarse material pulled into her lips and rubbed gloriously between her already aroused pussy. Her cunt flared out obscenely against the jeans. She felt wanton and enjoyed it. After cleaning the kitchen and doing the breakfast dishes, Virginia went out to the patio. It was a beautiful day, warm and pleasant; still, she felt tense. Her obsession with the pictures upstairs in her drawer was beginning to annoy her. She went back into the kitchen and had a drink, and when that didn't help, decided to do her shopping, anything to get her mind off sex. She was doing fine until the box boy loaded her groceries and walked along beside her, pushing the cart. She noticed the slight pull on the tendons in his neck and the ripple of the muscles in the backs of his arms. He was such a fine-looking boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She kept glancing to the front of his trousers. "Just load them in the back seat," she said, and opened the front door and sat down, her legs out in front of her. She took a cigarette from her purse and spread her legs apart, the deep cleft of her cunt as visible under her skirt as if she were naked. "Do you have a match?" she asked. The boy slammed the back door and turned. He looked first at her crotch and then at the clear outline of her nipples etched in her blouse. He fumbled in one pocket and then the other, the color rising slowly in his cheeks. "Uh.. . no, ma'am," he stammered. "That's all right," she said. "I can use the car lighter." Her eyes moved don to the front of his pants again, and she saw his young cock pressing against his pants leg. The little bastard was getting a hard-on! She leaned back to push in the lighter, watching him from the corner of her eye, her knee coming up to give him a better angle.

He stand openly at her cunt, but when she straightened up again, he turned and fled. She watched him run, the grocery cart bouncing wildly in front. The little coward, she thought, the dirty little coward!

On the drive home, she saw a male dog trying to mount another pooch and pulled to the curb to watch. It was something that two days ago would have disgusted her, but now she was fascinated. She watched the big dog wrap his paws around the other dog's belly, his long, red prick sticking straight out under his belly. She groaned as she saw it sink into the patiently standing female's cunt, and covered her eyes, but only for an instant. The big male jerked wildly, spearing his slippery looking cock in with astounding ferocity. The fuck didn't last long. Virginia wondered if it would hurt for a dog to jam his prick into a woman like that. She bit the end of her tongue, making it bleed, and peeled away from the curb.

When she got home, she removed all her clothing and lay on the bed and masturbated with her collection of pictures. She imagined herself reaching out and opening the box boy's fly. She could almost feel the throbbing veined cock and pursed her lips and roiled her tongue as if she had it in her mouth. Her orgasm was a good one and lasted for a long time.

Harvey came home that evening tired and out of sorts. He grumbled about his feet hurting all through the meal and, after dinner, lay don on the couch with his feet up to watch TV. He killed two six-packs of beer, and went quickly to sleep. Virginia looked distastefully at the fat slob and went to the kitchen and made herself a drink. After two, she took the bottle of vodka and went out to the patio. It was a warm night, and by nine o'clock, she was pleasantly drunk.

She was drunkenly pondering her plight when the yard light flared on in the Morrison back yard. She sat for a while staring at the slits of light piercing through the cracks in the six-foot redwood fence. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she went up to the fence and peered through one of the narrow cracks. Her breath caught in her throat. Chuck was standing not two feet from the fence, his cock in his hand. He was pining.

The heat rose in Virginia's cheeks and she pressed her eye to the crack. Then she stiffened; Clara had come out of the house and she was walking towards the unsuspecting boy.

"I've told you a thousand times not to do that in the yard. It kills the them," Clara said.

"Aw, Mom," he answered, but he didn't stop. He sprayed his stream back and forth across the pass, and when he finished, he shook his dick violently and then started a slow push-pull motion, making the slim rod grow in his hand.

"I've told you not to do that, too. Your father would have a fit"

"It's getting hard now, Mom. I don't want to stop," Chuck whined.

To Virginia's astonishment, Clara stepped close to her son and pushed his hand away. "Do you want Mother to do it?" she said.

"Yea," he answered quickly.

"Once you start, you shouldn't stop. It can hurt you, she said, taking his cock-shaft between two ringers. "Now Mother will have to finish it off for you." She slowly peeled the long foreskin back to reveal a glistening, beautifully tapered head. "I'm glad we didn't have you circumcised. It's so much nicer like this." She increased her speed, pulling the skin back and forth over his knob. "Oh, Son," she cried, "you're getting such a good hard-on!"

As Virginia watched, Clara dropped to her knees in front of her son and pushed the foreskin all the way back. She looked up at the grinning boy.

"Should I? Do you want me to?" she asked coyly.

"Sure, Mom. You know I like it best that way." He hunched to her face, his cock going into her open mouth, his hands on his hips. His prick was buried in her mouth.

Virginia couldn't believe her eyes. What Clara Morrison was doing to her own son was unthinkable! It was incest, perverted incest-and it was exciting, terribly exciting. A horrible thought struck her. She'd always wanted a son. Could this be why? She was certain it wasn't.

She looked down at her moving hands. It was almost as if they belonged to someone else as they pushed her panties down. The air escaped from her lungs when her fingers came back up and found her slit. They dug deep, two fingers going into her cunt while the palm of her hand rubbed abrasively.

"Virgie, Virgie, do you realize what you're doing?" she muttered, staring down at the hand between her legs. She realized, and came quickly. "Oh, God, that was good," she sighed, and continued playing with her cunt, though with less urgency.

She looked up again and stared at the mother and son in the next yard, her fingers sending deep, chilling thrills as they worked slowly back and forth between the lips of her cunt.

Chuck stood rigid, his legs bent slightly at the knees, his arms dangling loosely at his hips. Clara sucked feverishly on his distended dong.

"Suck, Mom! Suck my cock!" Chuck gasped loudly. "I'm getting close. I'm going to come. Take me all the way!"

Clara nodded her head and continued to draw on his cock. His legs wobbled, his fingers drew into claws, and a low moan oozed from his lips. Virginia knew he was coming, coming inside his own mother's mouth, and she was swallowing it. She felt weak and leaned heavily against the fence, careful not to lose her peep hole.

Clara drained the boy before releasing his cock from her mouth. She held his shriveling dick tenderly in her hand and looked up into his face.

"There, wasn't that nicer than doing nasty things with the nasty little girls at your school?" she said.

"Yeah, Mom," Chuck said, sounding less than convinced. "But it could be a lot better. If… if I can get it up again, will you let me fuck you?"

"Of course not, Charles, and don't be ugly. How many times have I told you not to use that word in front of your mother?" Clara snapped, and got to her feet.