The Swensen water bill took a sudden rise. Everyone, it seemed, was taking long hot showers to wash away fuck stains and sex odors. Or taking cold showers to wash away frustration and unreleased sexual tension.
Betty Sue Swensen herself had already done her share of showering, of running up the family water bill. She didn't even think it was peculiar that her son and her sister would find it necessary, at the very same time, to take showers, and since she respected the privacy of Erik's bedroom, she didn't even look in long enough to detect the telltale scent of his cocksucking, cunt eating, so their secret was still safe, for the moment, along with the teen's detested virginity. Instead of being curious about other people's sex problems, being so overwhelmed with her on, Betty Sue went into the kitchen and began preparing the evening meal.
She decided on broiled halibut with garlic lemon sauce, an avocado on anchovy on Romaine salad and potatoes. While she had been out aimlessly driving around, trying to resolve the shame she felt at her adulterous behavior, she had wandered through a supermarket and picked out the things for dinner almost unconsciously.
Betty Sue busied herself peeling the potatoes and preheating the broiler. She was just about ready to put the potatoes on the stove when Barbara Jean came into the kitchen wearing a light blue housecoat and running a towel through her damp hair, making the red strands appear somehow darker, more fiery.
"Oh there you are, Betts," she said. "I thought I heard you just before I took my shower. Ummm, that looks good. Can I help with something?"
"Sure," Betty Sue said, "you can wash and strip the Romaine leaves for salad, if you don't mind. Did you see Johan? How was he feeling today? Did he say whew they were going to let him come home? Did he look normal to you?"
Barbara Jean started laughing and grabbed her sister, giving her a big juicy kiss right on the lips, grinding her mouth down against Betty's until it opened and their tongues danced together, the tips touching and pressing close.
"Not so many questions at once, Betty," she said, grinning broadly. "Of course I saw Johan, and he looked very good indeed. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him more relaxed and… I guess I could definitely say satisfied. And as a matter of fact, they did tell me to tell you that he can come home late tomorrow afternoon, before dark."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Betty Sue said, making a mental note to telephone the hospital and confirm Johan's release, wondering how she could avoid contact with Dr. William Montgomery at the same time. "It'll be so good to have him back home where he belongs."
"I'll say," Barbara Jean said, her cunt spasming and remembering the stretching, full-stuffing feeling of Johan's big Swedish cock sliding between her cuntal lips and into the depths of her soft buttery fuck hole.
Betty Sue had to call Erik twice to get him to come into the kitchen and eat his dinner. As it was, he hardly touched his fish or his salad, eating only his potatoes. He seemed so flushed and agitated, as if he might be coming down with some illness, that Betty Sue fought off the nagging feeling that she should be worrying about him, rather than letting her mind drift back again to her own sinful depravities to her incestuous lesbian lovemaking with her dear sweet sister and to the furious fucking with Dr. Montgomery in the hospital examining room and, incredibly, to the no-holds-barred free-for-all religious fuck in her own bedroom with the black preacher from the neighborhood church. Incest! Perversion! Adultery! What sin was left for her to commit?
Still, after they had finished eating and Barbara Jean opened yet a third can of beer for herself and she was glad to see her son go to his room to go to bed early. Betty Sue made it a point to knock on his door, later, after she finished the beer.
There was a peculiar heady aroma hanging over the teen's bed, almost like fuck smells, but not quite. A little cunt smell, she thought, and a little cock smell, and lots of feverish excitement. God, what is my mind doing to me, imagining such awful things in my son's bedroom? It must be all that beer I've been drinking, or the after-dinner Colombian marijuana I shared with Babs.
Smiling down at her drowsy son, Betty Sue leaned over the bed and gave him a good-night kiss right on his lips. For just a fleeting second his lips parted and his tongue snaked through them to caress his mother's lips.
Damn, did I imagine that too? she questioned herself. Then, breaking her kiss and starting to straighten up from her bent-over position, she was startled to find that her hand, below his belly, had been grasping and clutching at something big and firm and throbbing.
Oh my God! she thought when the full realization struck her that she was actually holding her son's cock, through the blanket, and kneading it unconsciously in the most wanton and depraved fashion.
Embarrassed, hoping that Erik, almost asleep, didn't know she was groping his hefty cock, Betty Sue quickly released his cock shaft and left the room, closing the door silently behind her and hurrying back to Barbara.
"Babs," she said, coming back into the kitchen, "you won't believe it, but Erik's got a hard-on. I accidentally brushed up against it… Jesus, he's got a big dick."
"That's for sure," Barbara said, just finished washing the dishes and grabbing two more cans of beer.
"What?" Betty Sue asked, taking one of the cans I and pulling the tab open.
"Oh, I said he probably does," Barbara said, fingering a brown-wrapped Trujilos special from her dope stash and lighting it quickly. "Here, have a hit of this Panama Canal special."
Betty dragged deep on the marijuana exactly like Barbara had shown her how to do, holding the Panama Red smoke inside as long as she could while it expanded and filled her lungs with sensual suggestions and relaxing, laid-back languor.
As the effect of the dope started taking over Betty's will, her repression's, she began giggling and her thoughts rushed back and forth from Erik's enormous erection to Dr. Montgomery's much smaller but unbelievably powerful prick. As her girlish giggling became obvious to Barbara, her sister snuggled up as close to her as she could on the big sofa and leaned warmly against her, letting her hand slip around her sister's shoulder until it cupped her breast and began gently kneading it suggestively.
"What's so funny, Betts?" she asked. "You can share it with me. You can share anything with me, after all the things we've done together."
"Oh, it's so awful," Betty said, "I really think I shouldn't tell you."
"But you've got to, Betts," Barbara said encouragingly. "You know you never could keep a real secret from me. All I've got to do is just squeeze your nipple like this… or like this… and you'll tell me anything. So, go ahead."
"Well, promise you won't think bad of me, Babs," Betty Sue began. "There's this man, see, and he… well, he almost raped me."
"God, Betty," Barbara said, "did you let him fuck you? Oh, how deliciously wonderful. You have to tell me all about it, especially the good parts. Who is he? When? Where? How big was his dick?"
"Whoa!" Betty Sue said, taking another heady drag off Babs' dope cigarette and chasing it down with more beer, growing more tipsy and more relaxed, more sensual and more sexy by the minute. "Now you're asking too many questions. But if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I promise I'll hate you forever."
"Oh, you always say that," Barbara said, squirming closer and running her hand up Betty's thigh, beneath her skirt and under the edge of her leg band, letting her fingers play through her sister's brown pubic hair.
"Uhmmmm," Betty said, moaning, "that feels good. Well, you'll not believe this, but he's Dr. William Montgomery, and it happened in the hospital. I had just left Johan's room when he bumped into me in the hallway."
"He just swept me off my feet, literally. He grabbed me and pulled me into an examining room and without hardly even saying hello, he pushed me down on his examining table and strapped me into it."
"No," Barbara Jean said, "not that disgusting gynecological examining thing, with your feet spread up in the air?"
"Yes," Betty said, scooting her buttocks toward the front of the couch and making more room for Barbara's hand, now inside her panties, and for her fingers, three of which were inside her pussy hole while her thumb drummed on her clitoris. "With my feet up in the air and my legs spread wide apart. He actually cut my panties off, Babs, with a big scary knife, then he took his pants off and made me suck his disgusting cock."
"Oh, how thrilling!" Barbara said, "tell me about his dick. What did it look like and taste like?"
"Well, it was about this big," Betty Sue said, measuring some eight inches in the air with her hands, "and gnarled-like. Not nearly as pretty as Johan's. At first it tasted awful, but after a while I… well, I think it started to taste good to me."
They both giggled, incestuous sisters about to embark upon yet another lesbian lovemaking session. "Did he eat you out?" Barbara asked.
"No, damn it, all he did was tease my pussy with his fingers, slicing them inside me and smoothing them all around, making me so hot I thought I'd die right there."
"Then, Babs, honestly, he started whipping me with his dick, just like it was a club, striking me on the face and cheeks, making me lick the end of it clean and swallow his juice."
"Then, finally, I thought I'd die, he stood between my legs and lowered the table until it was lined up right, then he just shoved his cock right into me. It was awful, just awful."
"And wonderful, I bet," Barbara said.
"Yes, that's right," Betty Sue said. "He did the most wicked things, pushing around inside me, shoving his dick in and out and from side to side, making me have an orgasm right away."
"And did he cum inside your pussy?" Barbara asked.
"I'll say," Betty said, "I thought he'd never stop cumming, there was so much of it! It squished, I could actually hear it, slurping out of my cunt and dripping all down his hairy old legs."
"I swear, Babs," she said, her panties now off her feet and her legs up over her sister's lap and parted, giving Barbara Jean complete access to her open-mouthed, frothing cuntal tissues, "it was the most disgusting and the most exciting thing that ever happened to me."
"God, Betty," her sister said, "you're turning me on just unbelievably, listening to you and playing with your pretty little clit like this, watching your pussy flower open right in my lap. I'd sure like to have the doctor slip his dick into my cunt. I'd wring it dry of cum in nothing flat."
"I just bet you would, Babs," Betty said. "I don't see how any cock's safe around you."
"Yeah, I know, isn't it awful?" Barbara Jean said and both sisters giggled conspiratorially.
"Oh, Babs," Betty said, lifting her hips slightly and opening her legs wider. "Do that some more, what you just did with my clit, and push all your fingers down inside me. Yes, oh, God! That's it! That's the spot! Shit! I think I'm going to cum, just from having you massage my pussy that way."
"Go ahead, dear," Barbara said, "get off. Go for it. Grab your cums where you can, I always say. Here, maybe I'll help if I just push like this and stroke your clitoris sideways."
"Jesus!" Betty Sue said, her hips snapping upward and flexing from side to side as her orgasm bit like a ton of bricks. "Christ! I'm there already! I'mm going to cum! Shitfuck! Oh, God,it feels so good, so good! Christ, I'mmm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Barbara looked right into her sister's spasming, juice filled cunt while she writhed through her orgasm, the first of many she would experience before the evening was over, knowing that she would get hers as well. When Betty's hips stopped fluttering, when her cuntal mouth stopped flexing open and closed around Barbara's slick, sliding fingers, Barbara pulled her hand out of her sister's cunt, and smelled it, holding her fingers under Betty's nose so she could smell the odor of her own cum as well.
"I'm just burning up, Betty," Barbara said. "You've got to help get me off now, like we used to do."
"Oh, yes, Babs," Betty Sue said, "only not here, not in the living room. Let's go into my bedroom and get in bed, naked. I like it better that way."
"Yes, Babs," she said, "only hurry!" She jumped up and ran down the hallway toward the master bedroom with Betty Sue in hot pursuit.
"Shhh!" Betty said, "Don't wake Erik up." And they were inside the big bedroom with the door pushed casually behind them while they frantically pulled off their clothes and dived into the big bed, giggling and squirming and rushing together, blending their sisterly flesh into one big two-cunted, four-breasted writhing piece of incestuous lesbianism.
"Oh, Betty," Barbara said, "you've just got to eat my pussy! Remember when we were girls, and we would get under the covers so Mom and Dad wouldn't find us, and play with our pussies?"
"Of course I remember, dear," Betty said, twisting around on the bed and pushing at her sister's legs to open them, making room for her head and shoulders to fit between them.
Then, using her hands to spread her sister's cuntal mouth as wide as she dared, she looked down into the fever-flushed pinkness of her soft buttery cuntal tissues and let her tongue trace the outlines of Barbara's elongated clitoris while filling her nostrils with the sweet scent of her sister's pussy, little knowing that at that very moment she was not only suctioning up same of her husband's cum, the very first time in her entire life that she had even tasted his jism, but some of her own son's spittle as well, along with her sister's pussy flow. Altogether, the mingled fluids tasted like honey and went straight to Betty's head, turning her on sexually and making her bury her face in her sister's cunt while burrowing for more and more of the heady, delicious nectar.
Barbara Jean, her mind in her cunt and her cunt spread out around her sister's devoutly worshipping mouth, nose and tongue, tossed her head from side to side and squeezed Betty's tits repeatedly. Then she twisted slightly until she could line her body up with Betty's and leaned down over her belly, crushing her tits into her sister's flesh and pushing her legs apart, looking into her juice-flowing pussy to where Betty's clit just peeked at her from within its protective pink hiding place.
Gasping in admiration, Barbara's mouth closed on Betty's clit and sucked hard, drawing it tight between her lips and frictioning it lovingly, devoutly, much like Betty Sue was doing to Barbara's clit, closing the mouth-to-clit endless chain of sister-to-sister fuck flesh.
The abrupt noise of footsteps running through the hallway startled Erik. He sat up in bed, wondering what the sounds meant, trying to ignore the throbbing erection that plagued him and had been plaguing him ever since his cock was rudely denied the thrill of its first pussy slide, where he had literally had it jerked away from his first fuck, from sinking his cock and fucking away until he shot his cum up deep inside his aunt's grown-up pussy, thereby losing for once and for all and forever, his abhorrent virginity.
Naked, his cock hard and slapping noisily against his trim belly, his nearly ballsac with its heavy ovoid jewels inside drawn up close to the root of his dick, Erik got out of bed to investigate the peculiar noises that now seemed to be coming from his parents' bedroom.
He walked quietly across the carpeted hall to the door, surprised to find it slightly ajar. The noises were coming from inside his mother's bedroom – noises of slurping, of flesh slapping against flesh. And moans and groans of either pain or enormous pleasure.
Curious, he pushed gently at the door, forcing it open until he could see inside. There was a light on in the bathroom that fell right across his mother's big bed, fully illuminating the incredible scene taking place there.
Erik's mother was naked, completely naked, like he hadn't seen her since he had been a baby, and his aunt was just as wantonly undressed. And they were both rutting into each other's cunts, eating them noisily, the sounds of their cunt-licking hanging as heavy in the room as the mingling odors of their lesbian lovemaking.
His hand unconsciously closed around the rigid, pulsating shaft of his cock and started the up and down fist-fucking motions that had been familiar to the teen for several years already.
As his mother and his aunt groaned and writhed and cunt-licked through their orgasm, his knees bent slightly and he hunched over and pounded his meat for all he was worth, not even stopping long after his semen, jetting in rapid-fire spurts of fresh hot cum, had splattered all over his mother's bedroom door and ran, in sticky white pearl-like streaks, down to the carpeted floor.