Chapter 40 – Date Night

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Margaret's eyes snapped open the instant the alarm clock on the nightstand began its insistent buzzing and she hurriedly reached over her groggy daughter to shut it off. Despite her assurances to the two girls beside her the evening before, she had barely slept. Her mind kept spinning back and forth between visions of disaster as John reacted with horror and disgust at her incestuous revelations and imagining having him finally in her bed, his massive prick ploughing into her over and over, filling her completely with his come. After each of the latter mental turns, she would surreptitiously finger herself to a climax, trying hard not to disturb the sleeping preteens beside her. She would manage to drift off again for a time after making herself come, but then she would wake once more and the whole cycle would start all over again. She shook her head at her own fears and uncertainty, trying to remind herself that whatever happened that evening, she still had to get through the day.

"Come on, ladies!" she commanded loudly. "Up and at `em. I really need your help now."

"Uh, sure, Mom," Stephanie sat up, blearily rubbing her eyes. "What can we do?"

"Stephanie, if you would be so good as to get the shower water running and heating up, and then retrieving our strap-on dildos from wherever they've ended up and sticking here in the nightstand with the other toys, that would be wonderful. Melissa, love, would you please get these sheets down to the washing machine and start them going? And then bring the clean ones out of the dryer back up and help me make the bed? While you're doing that, I'm going to roust the boys. I need to get their fingernails and toenails cleaned off before they go to school or it would raise all sorts of questions none of us need," she said with a grim smile.

"Right," Melissa nodded in understanding, hoisting her thick body out of the bed so her mother could arise as well and then starting to strip the bed linens. Sharing an amused look with Stephanie as her girlfriend hustled out of the room, Melissa finished gathering the sheets in her arms and headed downstairs in the nude. Once in the kitchen, she pulled open the laundry area doors and stuffed the soiled bedding into the washing machine, retrieved the clean linens from the dryer, and scuttled back upstairs with them.

To her surprise, Melissa found Stephanie rather than her mother waiting for her in the master bedroom. At her inquiring look, Stephanie explained that Margaret realized she needed to focus on the boys' finger- and toenails first and had asked her to help make the bed. Melissa nodded in understanding, and the two girls worked to spread the sheets and tuck them in with care, knowing how important it would be to Melissa's mother to make a good impression on Stephanie's father. After giving their handiwork a final once-over, Melissa nodded with satisfaction, and the two lovers padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Once there, the pungent odor of acetone greeted them. They saw Keith standing at the sink, diligently scrubbing the polish off his fingernails while Margaret knelt on the floor in front of Brad as he sat on the toilet, wiping the polish off his toenails. At the same time, Brad was working on cleaning his own fingernails. The jar of cold cream on the sink and the large number of smeared tissues in the wastebasket provided mute evidence that Margaret had started the process by removing their feminine makeup.

"Well hello, boys," Stephanie purred. "Did you have a nice night?"

"Yeah, we really did," her brother replied without a trace of embarrassment and flashing Keith an adoring look that made Melissa smile. "Last night was all just so amazing. I can't believe how hot and sexy it made me feel being a girl! No wonder you guys are always so horny!" he smirked. "If I looked like that, I'd want to have sex all the time, too!"

"Oh, and like you're not just as big a horny slut as a boy as you are when you're a girl?" Stephanie challenged.

"Yeah, okay, maybe you're right," Brad shrugged unrepentantly. "But I really did love it. Thanks again, Mom," he said, looking down appreciatively at the buxom redhead laboring at his feet.

"You're very welcome, love," Margaret murmured, flashing the boy a fond look.

"Uh, anything we can do to help?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, actually," Margaret smiled at the slim twelve-year-old girl. "You could work on Keith's toenails, if you wouldn't mind."

"No problem," Stephanie grinned as she grabbed a handful of cotton balls and the nail polish remover bottle from the sink before dropping to her knees in front of Keith. "Now be a good boy and hold real still and you'll get a treat," she promised him with a lascivious wink.

Keith swallowed and grinned, and then groaned appreciatively as he felt Stephanie's lips close around his very erect dick.

"What a good helper you are," Margaret snorted with amusement. "Just try to stick to business here; we've got a lot to get done still." Noticing the wistful look Brad was giving his sister as she sucked Keith's cock, Margaret leaned forward, "Poor boy, here's a little treat for you, too," and sucked his also very hard prick into her mouth, sucking it all the way into her throat a couple of times and making the boy gasp with delight before pulling back and resuming her attention to Brad's toenails.

"Uh, anything I can do?" Melissa asked a bit acerbically, feeling suddenly left out.

"If you could get into the shower and get washed and shampooed and maybe even shaved right away, then that would help speed things along when the rest of us get in there," her mother replied without turning her head from Brad's feet.

Seeing Melissa's forlorn expression, Brad quickly piped up, "I'm almost done here, Mel. I'll be happy to shave your pussy for you as soon as I get in there."

"Thank you, my sweet baby," Melissa cooed, beaming at her gallant boyfriend. "That would be lovely." Shooting her mother a black look of annoyance that was completely wasted since the older woman never turned, Melissa gave a sigh and entered the steaming shower space behind the billowing curtain. She quickly soaped up and down her body, allowing her soap-slick fingers to enter her asshole and cunt and washing both orifices out thoroughly, grunting softly with libidinous pleasure at the sensation. She rinsed off her body and proceeded to shampoo her thick, red hair.

By the time Melissa was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair, Brad had joined her and immediately grabbed the bar of soap and the razor, dropping to his knees before her in the tub. "Thank you, sweet love," Melissa murmured gratefully as she felt her boyfriend diligently lathering up her vulva, and then gasped as she felt a pair of his fingers push firmly into her slimy cunt hole. "Ohhh, baby, that feels really nice, but you'd better not do that while you're shaving me," she cautioned. "I don't think I could hold very still, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I get it," Brad grinned, withdrawing his fingers from her vagina. "Okay, here I go," he warned. Melissa lifted one leg and rested the foot on the edge of the tub to give Brad easier access to her crotch. After a few moments of Brad's deft strokes, she murmured, "You're getting really good at this, lover."

Brad looked up at her and said simply, "Well, I figure I'll be doing this for you the rest of our lives, so I'd better get in good practice."

Melissa gulped with emotion at the implications of her boyfriend's solemn declaration and reached down to caress the side of his head tenderly. "I really do love you so much, you know that?" she asked huskily, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

"That's all I ever want or need," Brad replied sincerely as he finished shaving the sensitive skin outside her labia and rinsing all the soap out of her crotch. "Ready for your inspection run?" he asked, looking up with a lewd grin.

"Just a short one, love," Melissa murmured throatily in reply. "I suddenly really need to feel your cock coming inside me."

"I would love that!" he blurted enthusiastically. He buried his face in her crotch and licked her thoroughly up and down. "No spots missed!" he proudly announced as he stood up in front of her.

Melissa almost rudely grabbed the soap and razor from him, replacing them in their holders before stepping up close to the boy and parting her thighs. She reached down with her hand to guide his rock-hard erections into her cunt hole, sighing with pleasure as she felt him enter her. "Fuck me, my love," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me hard! And don't worry about coming too fast. I promise you, I'll be right there with you!" she hissed urgently.

Brad flung himself into his task with boyish enthusiasm, pumping away as hard as he could while Melissa groaned and murmured passionate encouragement.

At that moment, the other three members joined them. Melissa looked up and saw a dribble of what was certainly Keith's semen running down Stephanie's chin. "Wow! You- hunngghhh! Didn't waste any- oh! Oh, God! Just like that, baby! Waste any time either, did you?"

"Hmm-mm," Stephanie shook her head with a wicked gleam in her eye. She was pointedly holding her mouth closed and Melissa realized as her girlfriend stepped forward that she intended to share the mouthful of Keith's jism.

Grinning hugely, Melissa opened her mouth and accepted the gooey contents, swirling it around with her tongue appreciatively. Seeing the plaintive look on Brad's face, as soon as Stephanie broke away from their come-swapping kiss, Melissa leaned into Brad and allowed him to suck the remaining semen from her tongue. Once their mouths were empty, they fully returned their attention to vigorously fucking each other.

"Well!" exclaimed Margaret as she took in Melissa and Brad's frantic rutting, "It looks like those two are already taken care of and you already handled Keith," she nodded at Stephanie, "So why don't you and I make each other come while Keith washes us?"

"Sounds good to me," Stephanie grinned before adding impishly, "But I do still have to piss. I kind of thought you might want me to save that for you."

"Ohhh!" Margaret groaned, "You're absolutely right!" She dropped to her knees on the tub floor and looked up at Stephanie expectantly.

"Hang on a minute," Keith blurted. "Let me get Mom's hair all shampooed and then we can both give it a piss rinse!"

"Even better," Stephanie murmured with a lewd grin. Margaret heartily agreed with the suggestion as well, so Keith diligently lathered up his mother's thick, red hair with shampoo, working it in thoroughly before stepping back.

"Ready for your rinse, Mom?" Keith asked, his eyes gleaming with arousal despite his recent climax.

"Way past ready," the kneeling woman groaned, raising her face upwards. Stephanie and Keith moved in as close as they could in the cramped quarters in the tub and released strong streams of yellow liquid onto Margaret's face and hair. Keith worked it into her hair with one hand as he directed his flow of urine over her head. Margaret moaned with perverted ecstasy as the pungent liquid poured down onto her, and one of her hands stole unconsciously into her cunt slit and began frigging her already erect clitoris.

Once both Keith and Stephanie had finished peeing, Keith reached down and helpfully assisted his mother to her feet. Margaret and Stephanie immediately locked their lips in a Sapphic kiss, the slender girl utterly heedless of the lingering flavor of piss. With a bemused shrug, Keith grabbed the soap and began to lather up both of their bodies, gently pushing aside their hands from each other's pussy slits only long enough to soap and scrub them clean before they each resumed fingering each other's cunts at a wild pace.

At that moment, both Melissa and Brad began to simultaneously climax, Melissa shrieking hysterically as Brad grunted with each new squirt of jism into his redheaded girlfriend's cunt. Once both lovers had recovered, Margaret gasped, "Now that – hunnggghh! You guys have come- oooh! Why don't you- hoh! Oh, God! Go on and get dried and dressed and- hunnngghhh! Give the rest of us- oh, fuck! Oh, God! Some room!"

Brad and Melissa chuckled good-naturedly, Melissa bestowing a soft kiss on the back of her mother's neck and caressing Stephanie's face briefly before she and Brad exited the tub. Margaret and Stephanie resumed their mutual finger-fucking of each other's pussies with renewed enthusiasm and Keith did his best to finish scrubbing and rinsing them. Within a couple of minutes both Stephanie and Margaret were screaming and shuddering as they brought each other to climaxes. Keith watched them, mesmerized, as they convulsed and gradually relaxed while their orgasmic spasms receded.

Back in her bedroom, Melissa listened to the obscene cries and moans clearly audible from the bathroom with a smile on her face as she dressed. Her pussy was still tingling from the delectable climax Brad had given her, and she luxuriated in the feeling, loving her ability to start each day with such excitement and fulfillment, but that thought made her remember how critical her mother's encounter with John would be that evening, and she began to worry her lip with fretfulness. She tried to console herself with the knowledge that both John and her mother were in exactly the same position with regard to engaging in incestuous and underage sex and all they needed to do was confess that to each other and all would be well. Shaking her head in bemusement at her own tendency to worry, she finished dressing and headed out of the bedroom, remembering to snag her daily birth control pill from her dresser to take with breakfast.

Brad was just stepping out of his room as Melissa entered the upstairs hallway and she graced him with a warm smile. "You doing okay, lover?" she asked.

"Definitely!" he grinned, his eyes unabashedly drifting down to her precociously full breasts and lingering there for a minute.

"I'm glad you still like my tits, love," Melissa giggled, taking his hand as they headed down the stairs to the kitchen. "That's how I know it's really you."

Brad responded by halting on the stairs and nuzzling one of her overdeveloped mammaries with his lips, making Melissa giggle still harder. "You- you better stop that, you bad boy, or we're never going to get breakfast," she protested weakly, pushing his head away with considerable reluctance. She felt the damp spot in her blouse and bra over her nipple where Brad's tongue had surreptitiously bathed it with his saliva and glanced down at her chest before shooting her boyfriend a look of mock outrage. "What are you trying to do? Pull a Stephanie on me?"

"Huh?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face. "Ah," he responded at last when Melissa had reminded him of his sister's blantant actions with her mother the first couple of times they had met. "It'll dry," he shrugged unrepentantly. Melissa just shook her head with a resigned smile.

By now they were in the kitchen. Seeing that her mother had only started to lay out things for the morning meal, the two of them worked side by side to finish breakfast preparations. Melissa had just buttered the last piece of toast and put it on a plate to take to the table when her mother walked in, trailed by Keith and Stephanie, who were holding hands and looking at each other with goofy expressions.

"Oh, thank you, both of you," Margaret nodded appreciatively as she saw that breakfast was ready and the table set for everyone. "I can't begin to tell you how nice it is to have grown-up help, especially on a day like today."

Melissa eyed the rather pedestrian outfit her mother had on. "That's not what you're wearing to meet John in, is it?"

"Oh, no," her mother replied matter-of-factly. "This is just for work. I'm planning on taking off from work early to come home and change before I head out to the airport. Speaking of which," she continued as she sat at the table with the others and poured herself a large cup of coffee, "I won't have time to get the house cleaned and ready for company. Could I count on your guys' help with that when you get home from school?"

"Sure, Mom," Brad replied earnestly, looking around to see the assenting nods from the other three young people at the table. "We know how important today is, and how you want to have everything just right. What can we do?"

Margaret swallowed hard and her eyes misted for a moment before she replied. "You – you all are just so wonderful! I can't wait until we're really all one family!"

"We love you, too, Mom," Keith grinned. "So how can we help?"

"Well," his mother replied, gathering herself together, "Melissa, would you and Stephanie take charge of the upstairs, vacuuming and dusting and wiping down the bathroom? And you boys can be in charge of doing the same downstairs, okay?"

"No problem," Keith assured her. "We'll even do all that first before we start fucking," he added with a wicked smile.

"Wow, that's quite a sacrifice on your part," his mother responded with a sardonic look. "But I do appreciate it. But once you've got a nice fuck under your belts, so to speak, I might also point out that if things all work out the way we hope, there might not be much time for doing homework over the rest of the weekend, so you should probably all make sure you get as much done as possible."

This advice was met with good-natured groans all around the table, but everyone assured her they would do their best.

"So what are you going to wear, Mom?" Melissa pressed with blatant prurient interest. "To meet John, I mean."

"I knew what you meant, love," her mother answered dryly. "I'm thinking I'll wear exactly what I wore when I first came over to his house. You know what I mean, don't you, Stephanie?" she added, giving the slender girl a knowing look.

"Oh, yeah. How could I forget that?" Stephanie grinned. "That was what made me realize what luscious boobs you have, since your nipples poked right out of them and you could pretty much see them completely through the sides. That will be perfect," she nodded with approval. "And I seriously doubt my dad has forgotten that look, either."

"That's what I'm counting on," the older redhead smiled self-consciously. "Thanks; I'm really glad you approve." She looked around the table. "I've left some cash on the counter so you guys can order some pizza for your supper. Is everything else ready for school? Keith, can I give you a lift on my way to work?"

"Uh, yeah, that'd be great," her son nodded, his mouth full of cereal. The others confirmed they would be ready to head to school once they'd finished their breakfast and brushed their teeth.

In less than fifteen minutes, the entire household was ready to depart. Margaret gave each of them a lingering and very improper kiss before telling them all how much she loved them and asked them to wish her luck that evening.

"Mom, you're totally hot and sexy and John's completely ga-ga over you," Melissa assured her mother. "It will all be fine, I promise!"

"I wish I had your confidence, but thanks," her mother replied with a worried frown, but she blew Brad, Melissa, and Stephanie a kiss before heading out the side door with Keith. After making sure the side door was locked behind them, the three middle-schoolers departed as well.

As they walked down the street on the way to school in their usual formation of Melissa in the middle being flanked by Brad on one side and Stephanie on the other with Melissa and Brad holding hands, Brad piped up, "You really think everything's going to work out?"

"Well, nothing's guaranteed," Melissa shrugged, "But, I mean, look at it! The only thing that could go wrong is if both of them chicken out of admitting what they've been doing with us. If even one of them gets up the guts, the other is going to realize that everything is fine and they're totally right for each other."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Brad mused before frowning, "But what if they're both pissed at us for not telling them everything before?"

His sister rolled her eyes and gave and exasperated sigh, but Melissa just replied calmly, "Believe, me, I've been worrying about that, too. But I still think it was the right decision not to tell them. First, both of them would be totally freaked out about us breaking their trust and telling the other one without talking to them first, right?" Brad nodded thoughtfully in in agreement. "And second, and even more important, they have to be able to trust each other if they're really going to be able to get married and spend the rest of their lives together and with us. Nothing in the world is going to bring them together like realizing they can share their deepest, darkest secrets with each other, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do. That does make sense," her boyfriend agreed. He gave her an admiring glance. "You're a really, really smart girl, you know that?"

"Best you keep that in mind, brother dear," Stephanie shot back with an impish gleam in her eye.

"I always do," Brad replied, utterly serious. Melissa squeezed Brad's hand gratefully but said nothing because by then they were nearing the school grounds. They trooped up the front steps and hung out in the hallway near Brad's locker, chatting about trivial things until the first class bell rang.

Melissa found it even harder than usual to concentrate on her schoolwork during the day. Her mind kept drifting back and forth between fantasies of the Mullers and Randalls all engaged in the most wild, improbable sex together and waking nightmares of everything deteriorating into horrible fights and accusations between their respective parents and being forbidden to ever see the Mullers again. By the time the school day finally dragged to a conclusion, Melissa felt completely emotionally wrung out and couldn't have told anyone a thing about what had gone on in any of her classes if her life depended on it.

Stephanie, of course, noticed Melissa's distress, especially when her redheaded lover didn't even want to stop off in the girl's bathroom to remove her underwear for their walk home the way they usually did, but she wisely held her tongue until they were well clear of the school and any possible eavesdroppers.

"What's up, love," Stephanie prompted once she and Brad were walking alongside Melissa on the way home. "Are you freaking out about what might happen between our folks?"

"Yeah, big time," Melissa acknowledged with a heavy sigh, finding some solace both in her girlfriend's soliticousness and in Brad's comforting squeeze of her hand as they walked down the sidewalk. "Half the time, I can't stop thinking about what it will be like to fuck all of you together and that makes me so horny I could barely sit still in class, and then the other half of the time, I'm like, no! What if everything all goes wrong and I never get to see you guys again," she murmured miserably.

"Why are you so worried about that all of a sudden?" Brad asked, genuinely mystified. "All along, you're the one who's been saying don't worry, it's all meant to happen, so much so that you made all the rest of us believe it, too. Including your mom and our dad," he added earnestly. "So just keep thinking about what it's going to be like when all of us get to fuck together for the first time. I like that thought a whole lot more!"

"Me, too!" Stephanie chimed in vehemently, giving her girlfriend a reassuring grin. "Imagine the look on Mom's face when she gets to try three cocks in her at once for the first time!"

"Yeah, that will be something, won't it?" Melissa smiled weakly, feeling her pussy start to flow copiously at the thought. "And what will we be doing while she's doing that?" she asked in a somewhat breathless tone.

"Oh, I imagine we'll be doing our best to help her come really hard a bunch of times until she passes out," Stephanie grinned, pleased that her lover was getting into the spirit of things. "Maybe we'll each be sucking her tits and biting her nipples while she fingers our twats and makes us come, too. How about that?"

"That- that sounds incredible," Melissa murmured, picturing the lewd scene vividly. They became so engrossed in their collective lurid fantasy that they very nearly walked past the door of Melissa's house and laughed uproariously at their own heedlessness. By the time Melissa had unlocked the door and they all dashed upstairs to drop off their books and strip out of their clothing to start their assigned chores, she was feeling much better, all her previous doubts having melted away.

Despite Brad's grousing that he was getting stuck with most of the work downstairs because Keith got out of school later than he did, all three nude youths threw themselves into their respective cleaning duties. Melissa herself volunteered to scrub down the bathroom while Stephanie set about vacuuming upstairs, and found herself able to apply herself with a will, continuing to let her mind drift into fantasies of having every inch of her nude body being kissed and licked by the other five members of what she hoped would be her new, complete family starting that night. She didn't even mind having to deal with an embarrassing level of grime and filth in the bathroom, though she vowed to herself that she would see to it that, if the fates would grant her deepest wish, she would take personal responsibility to keep the room sparkling from now on. She was momentarily surprised to find that the tub had traces of shit all around the rim, until she realized that her mother must have given herself an enema as part of her pre-date preparations, and she studiously wiped every surface down with a secret smile over being able to share that secret with her mother.

By the time Melissa had finished scrubbing the bathroom until it shone and stowed the cleaning supplies once more, she could hear voices downstairs. She padded down to the lower level, feeling with some amusement the tendrils of cunt juice slithering down the inside of her thighs as a result of the high state of arousal she'd worked herself up to from her fantacizing as she worked.

She turned the corner into the kitchen to see Brad and Stephanie at the table, with Stephanie moving purposefully up and down on her brother's lap, and heard the telltale, obscene slapping sounds that revealed the siblings were already fucking. Both of them were watching Keith, as naked as the rest of them, as he furiously wiped down the counters and emptied the dishwasher. Her blond brother was obviously working as fast as he could at his assigned part of the cleanup chores so he could join the others in their incestuous activities.

"Couldn't even wait for me, huh?" Melissa twitted Stephanie as she passed, bending down to give her girlfriend a long, sloppy kiss.

"N-no, I really couldn't!" Stephanie panted heavily, her hips grinding relentlessly back and forth as her brother's cock plunged in and out of her pubescent cunt hole. His fingers were vigorously kneading her small, firm breasts. "All the time I was- ohhh! God, Brad! That feels so good!" she puffed, momentarily distracted before continuing, "All the time I was working, I kept thinking about everything we're all going to do together- ohhhh! Do together later and- oh, fuck! Hunngghhh! And when I came downstairs and- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! And saw Brad just sitting there watching Keith work, I- hoooofff! Fuck! I just kind of attacked him!"

"Okay, okay," Melissa laughed, her own breathing starting to deepen in response to their depraved actions. "I can totally relate." She stepped up close to Stephanie and took her hand, guiding it in between her nude, fleshy thighs. "Feel how much my pussy is dripping."

"Hmm, you are really wet!" Stephanie gasped. "Better hurry up, lover boy!" she called out to Keith in a voice hoarse with arousal. "Your sister really, really needs your cock inside her!"

Keith glanced around quickly and saw Melissa standing beside the two earnestly fucking pre-teens, with Stephanie's fingers sliding in and out of his sister's shaved cunt slit and his eyes widened appreciably. Melissa saw that his cock was already rock-hard and jutting out proudly from his pelvis.

"Oh, I do believe he's ready for you, love," Stephanie gasped excitedly.

"Well I'm definitely ready for him!" Melissa blurted shamelessly. "Aren't you about done?" she pleaded with her brother.

Keith threw the sponge into to the sink and muttered, "Fuck it! I am now! How do you want me?" he leered at his sister.

Melissa's response was immediate and unhesitating. "Up against the refrigerator, the way you fucked Mom in here while I was spying on you!" she said hoarsely.

"Oh, you liked the way that looked, did you, you sneaky little brat," Keith growled savagely as he stepped over and wrapped his arms around Melissa's rounded waist and picked up up bodily off the ground, carrying her without apparent effort despite her girth as she shrieked wildly with delight. He slammed Melissa's back against the refrigerator door, making her gasp at the cold sensation on her bare skin, before adjusting his hand down under her butt to hoist her up further.

Melissa eagerly accommodated her lust-crazed brother, putting her arms around his neck to support herself and wrapping her legs around his bare back. "Do it, Bro! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast! I need you so bad!" she panted, and then groaned loudly with pleasure as she felt his stiff shaft enter her oozing vagina and bury itself completely inside her. "Haaggghhh!" she gasped as he began to plunge in and out of her. "Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Just like that, my love! Fuck me just like that!" She allowed her head to loll onto Keith's muscular shoulder as he pounded away at her, reveling in the amazing feeling of being joined so intimately with the boy who had been her first lover, though the traitorous thought crept in that it had actually been her father who had that honor, but she quickly squelched that notion. Since she didn't even remember her father's molestation when she was very young, as far as she was concerned, her brother Keith would always be the one who she regarded as her first male lover.

Keith was slamming his hard prick into Melissa's drenched cunt hole with almost desperate urgency now, and the freely perspiring redhead was moaning and gasping constantly, matched by the increasing tempo of her brother's grunts and heavy breathing. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned, "I- hunnggghh! I love the way you- ohhhh! The way you fuck me! Ever since- hoh! Oh, fuck! Ever since that first time you- unnnnggghh! You always fit perfectly- oh, God! Oh, God! Perfectly inside me!"

"Uh-huh!" Keith puffed in response. "Mom made us for each other. And for her," he added with a hearty grunt as he plunged into his sister's vagina faster and faster.

"And for her- ohhhh!" Melissa groaned loudly in agreement. She raised her head briefly from where it had been resting on her brother's shoulder to glance at the other incestuous couple in the room. Stephanie had her head flung back, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as her hoarse breathing hissed noisily in and out between clenched teeth. Brad had shifted one of his hands from his sister's small breast down into her crotch where it appeared to be rapidly buzzing Stephanie's clit; his other hand was ferociously pinching his slim sibling's fully erect nipple. Melissa knew her girlfriend's sexual responses well enough by now to know that Stephanie was very, very close to a climax, so she dug her heels savagely into Keith's back, trying to spur the pace of his fucking even more.

"Fuck me, Keith! Fuck me hard now! Make me come!" she shrieked, "Steph's gonna' come any second! Let's- ohhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Let's come with her! Oh, God, yes! You're doing it! You're doing it! You're making me come! I can feel it starting! Oh, God, Keith! Come in me! Fill me up! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God oh God oh God oh GodohGodohGodohGodohGodoh- haaaaaaaaieeeeeeeeee!" the heavily sweating, curvaceous redhead screamed at the top of her lungs as an overwhelming orgasm launched from deep within her loins and roared up through her twelve-year-old body, making her torso writhe and jerk convulsively. She could barely make out Stephanie's answering screams as she, too, surrendured to a gut-wrenching climax in response to her own brother's furiously plunging cock inside her across the room.

Melissa clung desperately to Keith's neck as her body shuddered and trembled with each new, rhythmic jolt of electric ecstasy that coursed up and down the length of her suspended frame. Her brother continued to relentlessly slam his cock up into her rhythmically constricting cunt, triggering a new climax even before Melissa's first one had fully abated. And then, to her delight, she could feel Keith's cock begin to jerk regularly and knew he was completely filling her womb with his thick, incestuous cream. She had a momentary twinge of regret that she'd been so diligent about taking her birth control pills because she was suddenly seized with an overwhelming desire to allow her brother to impregnate her, making their baby grow inside her.

Despite one part of her mind knowing that such a wish was, at best, very premature, the sudden yearning the thought triggered was as powerful as it was unexpected, and it was enough to make yet another climax erupt from deep within her savagely pounded cunt, this one even more powerful than the two that had preceded it. With a helpless groan, Melissa felt herself completely lose control of her bladder, the pungent urine splashing noisily onto the kitchen floor beneath them. "No- oooh! No more!" she begged. "Don't wanna' –hoooofff! Don't wanna' pass out!"

Her brother took mercy on her and stopped thrusting into her, keeping his cock fully buried in her still-convulsing vagina as the last few spurts of his semen shot into Melissa's cavity right at her cervix. "Th- thanks!" Melissa puffed gratefully as her last, mind-blowing orgasm finally receded. To her surprise, she suddenly felt her back sliding down the refrigerator door as her brother's legs seemed unable to support them any longer and they both slumped slowly down to the piss-soaked floor, landing in a tangled heap together, both of them laughing hysterically.

"Whooo!" Melissa exhaled at last. "That was incredible! And just what I needed. Only," she grimaced, glancing down, "I guess I've got a bit more cleanup to do down here. Sorry about that," she mumbled self-consciously.

"What did you do? Piss yourself?" Stephanie inquired breathlessly from across the room. "Silly question," she muttered with a knowing shake of her head, "Of course you did. Sounds like you two had as amazing a fuck as we did," she purred, leaning her head back to nuzzled Brad's cheek with her lips affectionately. "Sometimes, a brother-fuck is just what you need, you know?"

"It sure is," Melissa agreed with feeling. She winced as she attempted to right herself into a sitting position on the floor, heedless of the large puddle of pee she was sitting in. "God, what a mess I make when I fuck!" she muttered sheepishly. "I'll clean it up, I promise," she told Keith.

"No worries," her brother replied, "I might even help you, since I was, um, partly responsible."

"That's right, you were, lover," Melissa smiled over her shoulder at the blond teen. "But speaking of cleanup, you seem to have left quite a bit of yourself inside my cunt. If only there were some nice boy who would lick it all out and share it with the rest of us," she hinted shamelessly.

"Ooh! Ooh! Me!" Brad blurted, to everyone else's general amusement.

"Sounds good, little brother," Keith grinned at Brad before looking directly at Stephanie. "And how about you, my love? Would it be okay if I licked Brad's come out of you to share around?"

"Why that would be lovely, sexy boy," Stephanie giggled, rising to her feet long enough for her brother to extricate himself from under her and pad across the floor to lie on his back in front of Melissa, pointing at his mouth invitingly. Stephanie snorted in amusement at her brother's total lack of subtlety and sat back down on the kitchen chair, her slender thighs parted widely as she gave Keith a smoldering glance that was, if anything, even less subtle than her brother's behavior.

Keith needed no further encouragement and he got up to cross the room and kneel in front of Stephanie, burying her face in her come-filled twat with a look of pure bliss on his face. Grinning hugely at the couple, Melissa heaved her rounded body up and straddled Brad's upturned face between her fleshy thighs, frowning in concentration as she squeezed her vaginal muscles to expel a gooey load of Keith's jism, thoroughly blended with her own copious cunt fluid.

"God! I can see it all coming out!" Brad marveled from between her legs. "That's so cool!" He waited beneath her with his mouth gaping widely, eager to catch every drop. He groaned aloud with perverted desire as the thick, viscous gobbet dropped onto his tongue.

Then it was Melissa's turn to moan with pleasure as her boyfriend raised his head to place his lips and tongue in direct contact with her sensitive cunt lips, lapping all the remaining goo eagerly, and his tongue making long, sensuous sweeps up and down the length of her pubic crevice from her tightly puckered anus to her still-tingling clitoris. Melissa gasped with ecstatic surprise as Brad's tongue touched her clit, and she lowered her hips to press the boy's face more firmly in contact with her drenched crotch.

Just as Melissa was beginning to settle into a nice round of having her pussy licked, Brad surprised her by suddenly squirming out from under her and rising to his feet. In answer to her annoyed frown, the eighth-grade boy just held up a finger and pointed to his full mouth. Finally understanding his intentions, she turned her face up expectantly and allowed Brad to plant his lips on hers, relishing the combined flavors of her brother's semen, her own quim, Brad's saliva, and the piquant tinge from her piss that flooded her mouth as he plunged his tongue into her. Patting her boyfriend's cheek appreciatively, she urged him to share the remainder with the others.

"Oh, good," Stephanie murmured with amusement as her brother approached, "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about us." She parted her lips to receive her portion of the depraved contents of Brad's mouth. After swirling the sticky fluid around in her mouth appreciatively, she swallowed ostentatiously and then patted Keith's head between her thighs where the older boy was still enthusiastically tonguing her cunt. "Time for you to share, too, love!" she commanded.

With a slightly sheepish grin, Keith scrambled to his feet and gave Stephanie a kiss full of the contents of her pussy, then turned to Brad and gave him just as enthusiastic and passionate a kiss. "Okay, Bro," he murmured at last, "You've got all the rest now. You can take that and share it with Mel."

"Hmm-hay," Brad nodded agreeably and trotted back across the room to where Melissa was still kneeling on the floor in the puddle of urine at the base of the refrigerator. She tipped her face up to accept the obscene mixture from his lips once more, smiling at the thought that what she was tasting now was a little bit from all four of them. It made her feel so intimately connected to them that for a moment, she felt herself having to blink back emotional tears.

"Thank you," she murmured once she had swallowed it all and recovered her voice. "That was incredible to be able to taste all of us at once."

"Yeah, that was nice," Stephanie called back from across the room, her breathing already deepening in response to Keith's resumed cunnilingus. "I especially liked the little bit of piss you contributed," she grinned. "It actually made the flavor really nice."

"Watch out, Mel," Brad said in a teasing tone as he dropped to the floor once more, "You're gonna' have her converted into a piss freak the way you have me."

"I don't know about that," Stephanie protested weakly before adding softly, "But like you say, somehow, it's different when it's from our Melissa. Though I kind of like Margaret's too," she murmured, almost to herself.

"So do I, lover," Melissa giggled. "So do I."

Stephanie nodded in acknowledgement, a knowing glance passing between the two girlfriends before each returned their attentions to the tongues that were insistently sliding up and down their respective pussy crevices. Within a few minutes, both girls were gasping and moaning loudly.

"Ohhh, you have turned into such an expert cunt-licker, Brad!" Melissa panted as her boyfriend's tongue slithered wetly from where it had been impudently pushing into her anus up to lash her still highly sensitized clit briefly. "Hoh! Oh, God, yes! Just like that!" she groaned as she felt the boy's tongue bury itself as far as it could up here oozing cunt hole.

"Yeah, both our guys are- ooooh!" Stephanie grunted as she tugged Keith's face more firmly into her crotch, "Are really good at licking- hunnngghh! Licking pussy!" she agreed. "No surprise there, though, when you – ohhh! Oh, fuck, that's nice, Keith! When you consider that they were- hoh! Oh, God! Taught by the three- fuck! Three sexiest women in the world, huh?"

"You got that right, my love," Melissa puffed. "Oh, baby, you're doing me so good! You're gonna' make me come all over again! You- hoh! Oh, yes! God! Just like that! You love to make me come- ohhhh! Don't you?"

"Hmm-hmm!" Brad agreed fervently with his mouth full of Melissa's cunt.

"C-course he does!" Stephanie gasped. "We all- hoh! Oh, God, Keith, keep that up! Shit! You're really- oooohhh! Really getting to me now! We all love to- ooohh! To make you come, Mel! It's the most- oh, God! The most incredible thing- hunngghhh! In the world!"

"R-really?" Melissa grunted in amazement, curious despite the the insistently rising erotic sensations Brad was eliciting in her pussy. "Why's that?"

"Oh, `cause you just – hunnngghhh! You just get into it so – oh! Oh, God! So totally! I'm, like – hoh! Completely in awe- haaggghh! Every time I watch you!" Stephanie replied, panting heavily now.

"You and Mom are- hunnggghh! The same way!" Melissa insisted gallantly.

"N- not like you!" Stephanie insisted, and then her attention was completely absorbed by her oncoming climax. "Ohhhh! Oh, God! Just like that! Just like that! Lick my fucking clit, Keith! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, holy fuck! I'm- hunnggghh! I'm gonna'- haagggghh! I'm gonna' come! I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth! I'm- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Here it comes! Here it comes! Oh, God! No! I can't- hagggghhh! I can't stop it! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm- hhhaaaggggghhhhh!" she howled incoherently as her climax slammed into her slim, twelve-year-old body, making her writhe and tremble uncontrollably. The dark-haired girl's face was locked in a rictus, her eyes clenched tightly shut as spasm after overwhelming spasm of ecstasy shot through her.

Melissa watched her girlfriend come, spellbound. She realized that she, too, never got tired of the sight of watching Stephanie have an orgasm. It brought back all those feelings she had the very first time she'd lain in Stephanie's bed and they made each other come, and in doing so, realized they had fallen in love with each other. And that memory was all that was needed to trigger the incipient climax in Melissa's cunt that had been welling up insistently for the past several minutes, and suddenly all she could do was shriek and shudder, her body convulsing spasmodically. Brad's tongue was unrelenting as it lashed her rhythmically throbbing clit, and Melissa surrendered completely, letting him take her wherever her body was going to go. Wave after wave of hot, electric bliss coursed up and down the length of her trembling body. Another climax launched before the first one had subsided, and then another, and another. She knew then that Brad was deliberately pushing her to come until she lapsed into unconsciousness, and she accepted it. Knowing he wouldn't mind in the slightest, she made no attempt to restrain her bladder when it suddenly released, flooding her boyfriend's face with the last bits of piss she held inside her. She heard roaring in her ears and her vision narrowed to a point; she felt herself slump over to collapse limply atop Brad. And then, oblivion.

 

Earlier that afternoon, Margaret had made her excuses at work and departed by two p.m. Her boss was quite easygoing about it. It was a Friday afternoon, and he'd been very pleased with her work since the convention, so her stated reason of needing to pick up a friend from the airport was readily accepted. She rushed home, her mind in a flurry. There were so many things she needed to get done that it was almost a relief to be able to focus on the immediate tasks rather than fret endlessly about what the outcome of the evening might be, the way she had been doing all morning at her desk.

As she dashed in the door, pausing only to ensure it was locked behind her, she quickly peeled off every stitch of clothing she had been wearing and dumped it unceremoniously into the washing machine, saving only her shoes which she carried in her hand as she padded hastily upstairs, her lush breasts bouncing pendulously as she trotted up the steps. She went first into her bedroom, glancing around with a quick prayer that the kids would do their part in cleaning and straightening the place up before she returned with – hopefully – John in tow.

She pulled out the clothing she intended to wear later and laid it carefully out on the bed. Once assured that she hadn't neglected anything – not that there was all that much to the outfit in the first place – she hastened into the bathroom where she started the shower water running to heat up before squatting onto the toilet and vacating her bowels. However, she had no thought of that being sufficient and as soon as she arose and flushed, she dug out the enema kit and began to prepare it. She wanted to be as clean and ready for sex as she could possibly make herself, and she industriously lubricated the tip of the enema hose and pushed it past her anal sphincter, realizing as she did so that the process was a whole lot more enjoyable when one of her sexy children or equally sexy friends and lovers were the ones helping.

Margaret eyed her figure in the rapidly-steaming mirror as she filled the rubber bag with warm, soapy water with a critical eye. Although she realized that her figure was far fuller than was fashionable, she blessed her lucky stars that none of the five other people whose opinion mattered to her seemed to have any problem whatsoever with the way her breasts, hips, and ass bulged voluptuously. She continued to stare at her own figure as she hoisted the filled enema bag up abover her shoulders and allowed it to drain into her bowels, trying to see herself as John did. Based on the enthusiasm of his gazes and the passion of his kisses, she decided that she really was, after all, a very sexy woman. The thought of John and the way he looked at her made her cunt juices begin to flow profusely once more and she began to calculate whether she would have time to rub out a quick orgasm once she got into the shower or not. Finally, with some reluctance, she decided that she really didn't have the time. And besides, she consoled herself, being right at the peak of sexual arousal when she was in John's presence wouldn't at all be a bad thing; not tonight, of all nights.

As the enema bag finally emptied, Margaret clenched her anal sphincter tightly to hold the contents inside herself without leakage until she could step into the shower. Once behind the shower curtain, she allowed the hot water to sting her flesh for a moment, luxuriating in the sensation that combined deliciously with the rapidly growing pressure from inside her colon. Vowing to retain the soapy liquid inside her for as long as she could stand it, she seized the soap from its holder and began to run the bar up and down her body, starting with her arms and armpits before moving to her prodigious breasts. The profoundly erotic sensation of her fingers as they grazed over her completely erect nipples, coated as they were with the slippery soap, was almost her undoing, for she could feel the warning tingles deep within her cunt simply from that action. She quickly snatched her hands away from her yearning breasts and bent over – very gingerly – to wash down her plump thighs, calves, and down to her feet.

Saving the washing of her ass until after she'd expelled the enema from her rectum, she pushed the bar of soap into her pussy slit and moved it up and down. The effect was electric. She gasped aloud at the intensity of the erotic sensation, amplified as it was by the nearly unbearable pressure from deep within her bowels, and the last shred of resistance to her determination not to masturbate was instantly demolished. With an anguished groan, she carelessly dropped the soap to the floor of the tub and began to desperately slide her slick, soapy fingers up and down her oozing cunt. She began to climax almost instantly, all the pent-up desire and wanton lust that had been simmering inside her all day raging forth in an almost blinding eruption. She could feel her clitoris throbbing rhythmically with each new jolt of excruciatingly intense pleasure shooting from her toes up to her head.

The shuddering, writhing redhead's bowels and bladder emptied simultaneously, shooting a pungent mixture of shit-filled water and piss out into the tub at high velocity, splashing up the porcelain sides and over her legs and feet. Margaret had to brace herself up with one hand against the tiled wall of the shower/tub space to keep from simply collapsing to the floor under the overwhelming onslaught of erotic sensation. Her other hand continued to flick rapidly over her clit for as long as she dared; she only backed off when she felt the premonitions of blacking out and realized that, whatever her desires might be, she really couldn't afford the time and possible risk of injury from allowing that to happen.

Gasping heavily as she sucked air into her lungs, Margaret let the orgasm recede. She held her position braced against the wall of the space for a moment longer until she was confident she could stand upright without risk of vertigo. Once she had sufficiently recovered, she hastily scrubbed her ass, working her soapy finger deeply into her rectum to make sure there was no residual foulness before continuing down her legs to clean them, finishing up with her feet once more. Spending a few more minutes she could ill-afford, she tried to wipe the tub down as best she could but finally decided she needed to rely on Melissa or Stephanie to clean up the rest later. Instead, she focused on shampooing and conditioning her thick red hair, using the expensive brands she reserved for special occasions. If this didn't qualify as a special occasion, she thought with a wry smile, she didn't know what did. Finally, she shaved herself as thoroughly as she could: legs, armpits, and vulva. She wanted to make sure every inch of her skin would be soft and smooth under John's touch.

She eventually shut off the shower and stepped out of the tub, already fretting about how much time had elapsed but knowing she still needed to blow-dry her hair. She hoped that John would notice and appreciate the scent in her hair as much as she did, a thought which made her pussy start to ooze all over again despite her recent satiation. She realized that probably nothing was going to truly sexually satisfy her this day until she finally had John's gigantic prick all the way up her cunt hole and pounding it in and out of her for all he was worth. Savagely repressing the urge to finger herself to another orgasm, she finished drying her hair and almost ran back to the bedroom to dress.

Once in the bedroom, she hurriedly threw on the tight, thin slacks and the sheer, loose top she'd laid out. Cursing to herself as she noticed the time on the bedroom clock and offering up a silent prayer that the traffic on the way to the airport wouldn't be too bad, Margaret still made sure she applied her makeup with care. Then, giving herself a final, hasty appraisal and nodding with satisfaction at her appearance, she went downstairs, grabbed her purse and keys, and then out to her car once more. She very nearly burnt rubber from her tires in her frantic departure from her driveway.

However, luck was with her, for Margaret was able to arrive at the airport and find a place in the parking garage with time to spare. After confirming the John's flight was still scheduled to arrive on time, she stood in the waiting area outside the security gates, the butterflies in her stomach growing with each passing minute. The only distractions were the appraising looks she received from occasional passing men who seemed to be blatantly undressing her with their eyes. She glanced down and felt her cheeks burn as she realized that both nipples were fully erect from her anticipatory arousal, prominently visible through the thin, sheer material of her blouse. No wonder she kept attracting attention! She grimaced inwardly but determinedly held her head high since it was clear that her attire was sending the message she wanted it to.

Surprisingly, the only one who actually stopped and spoke to her was another woman in what appeared to be her early forties with severely short, black hair and very penetrating brown eyes. "You waiting for someone special, love?" she asked in a voice Margaret instantly recognized as a tone made husky with lust.

"Uh, yes, very special," Margaret confirmed, finding herself equally aroused and discomfited by the intensity of the the other woman's gaze.

"Hmm, too bad," the woman murmured, allowing her eyes to wander appreciatively up and down Margaret's lush body. "Well, he or she is a very lucky person, honey. You are totally hot!"

"Th- thanks," Margaret managed to stammer, realizing that she was completely unaccustomed to being hit on. "And yes, a man. This time," she couldn't help adding mischievously with a slight smile. For some reason, it was important to her to let the other woman know she felt some reciprocal attraction even if she wasn't available.

"Is that right?" her companion replied in a throaty whisper, her eyebrows raised with intrigue. "Well, then I'm doubly sorry my timing was off. You really look like someone I'd like to know better."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately," Margaret shrugged with a regretful smile. "Maybe in another life..."

"Yeah, I guess," the other woman answered with a wistful smile. "Make him very happy, then, dear," she offered as she turned to proceed on her way.

"Oh, I intend to," Margaret answered, but the other woman was already gone. She mused for a long time on the encounter that had just happened. She had never in her life received such frank attention from either men or women before and strongly began to suspect it was more than simply the flagrant way she was dressed. Rather, it seemed to proceed from deep within herself, with the knowledge that she was fully sexually awakened now, ready and eager to explore every aspect of her own eroticism. She thought about the way John had talked about his swinging lifestyle with his first wife, and was stunned to realize that the notion didn't sound nearly as shocking or repellent as it once would have. In fact, had they already been in such a relationship, she could have easily invited that other woman who had just accosted her to join them and take things further. She blinked, startled at her own brazen acceptance of new sexual possibilities, and promised to discuss these things later with John – and the rest of her family, as well. She understood that she had relationship responsibilities now with a larger group than just her and John.

She had been woolgathering on this so intently that she didn't even notice John until he was standing right in front of her. She blinked in surprise for a moment, frozen with uncertainty until she saw the overwhelming outpouring of love, affection, not to mention raw lust in the man's eyes, and then all she could do was impulsively grab him around the neck and kiss him long and passionately, totally heedless of the snickers and disapproving sniffs of other passengers as they walked past.

When their lips finally parted, John managed to say – rather breathlessly, "Well, hello to you, too! I guess this means you missed me?"

"Oh, John, I did! I missed you so much!" Margaret blurted, feeling like a silly schoolgirl and not caring one bit. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters! I'm sorry," she grimaced. "I don't know what came over me! Hello to you, too. How was your flight?"

"Long," the lanky man shrugged, turning to walk down the concourse and offering Margaret the arm that wasn't towing his rolling suitcase along behind him. Margaret very willingly took his arm and nestled up close to him, breathing in the faint, manly scent of him. "How are the kids?" he asked.

"Oh, they're perfectly fine," Margaret smiled weakly, suddenly reminded that she was going to have to confesss the full extent of her perverted activities with them before the night was done. "They seem to be as excited about the prospect of the two of us going on a real date as I am. That is still the plan, right?" she asked, a look of sudden concern flashing across her face.

"As long as that's what you want, love, that's what I want," John assured her. "And that goes for just about anything else from now on, too."

"That's, uh, that's good to know," Margaret swallowed, stunned by the implications of what the man had just stated. "And yes, I'd like that, too. As long as we don't stay out too late," she added, giving him a sidelong glance.

"Oh, needing to get your beauty sleep or something?" he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Definitely the `or something'," she blurted, then felt her cheeks redden at her own audacity.

"That sounds like a perfect evening to me," John nodded with an almost shy grin, and Margaret had the sudden insight that perhaps John wasn't quite as relaxed and confident as he was trying to appear.

She squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Then what you told me goes double. Whatever you want is what I want, too, my love. My God!" she sighed contentedly. "I am so glad you're back. Don't get me wrong, I loved spending that time with all the kids, and especially getting to know your amazing pair, but now that you're here, it just feels like the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle was put in, like what was missing is filled in. Does that make any sense?"

John stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at Margaret with an expression of such fierce love that she gulped involuntarily. "Yes, Margaret, it does. It makes perfect sense. I admit, I had some uncertainty and doubt initially, but I've really come around to believing in what your amazing daughter insists is destiny. This was meant to happen. Every bit of it," he added in a voice so low Margaret could barely make it out.

The redhead could scarcely dare to breathe. What could he have possibly meant by that last comment? Even though she was dying to press him further, she looked around at the throngs of people rushing past them and realized that, whatever it was he meant, this was probably not the time or place to talk about it. Instead, she simply nodded as if she understood and asked, "Did you check a bag?"

"Huh? Oh, no," John replied, shaking his head as if he, too, were miles away from the present. "I'm good with what I've got right now," and he leaned over and tenderly kissed the top of her head so there was no mistaking his meaning. "Mmm," he murmured, "You smell so nice."

"You like that?" Margaret blushed happily. "That's my `special occasion' shampoo. But now that I know you like the way it smells, I think every day may have to be a special occasion from now on."

"As long as I'm with you, every day will be a special occasion as far as I'm concerned," he stated firmly but with a loving smile. Margaret giggled and squeezed his arm in response.

The rest of the way down the concourse and out to the parking garage, Margaret peppered John with questions about his trip and his conference, and was intrigued to see the way his face lit up as he described the events and lectures. She had never really thought about John as a professional, or even given much thought to his work at all other than noting that it seemed to provide a good living to him, but it was clear as he talked that his career was something that brought him a great deal of pride and satisfaction. And, if she were honest with herself, she had never considered architecture to be something of interest before, but the way John spoke about it, he made it come alive for her, and she began to understand how someone could choose it as a career. She also realized that, in addition to falling madly in love with the man, she was coming to have a great deal of respect for him, not only as a lover but as a person.

Margaret had initially planned on wantonly attacking John the minute they were in the car and getting his cock down her throat again but something about the mood between them made her pause. "John?" she asked seriously but with a husky burr in her throat, "Now that we've got a bit of privacy, I was wondering if you'd like to take a few minutes before we head out to dinner for me to, well, I, uh, I know you've been a week without proper relief, shall we say? Would you like me to suck you off here to, you know, take the edge off things the rest of the evening?"

John gazed down at her with a bemused expression. "Well now, sexy lover, that is a really tempting offer," he drawled before his face grew sheepish. "But, uh, would you be offended if I took a rain check?"

"No, not at all," Margaret blurted quickly, inwardly kicking herself for being so forward. "You're probably really tired from your trip. Forget I said anything," she mumbled, wishing she could shrink down into her shoes.

John discerned her distress and immediately set down his luggage and took her face between both his hands. The look he gave her was so full of frank desire that Margaret felt herself swallow hard and she began to hope that she hadn't overstepped after all. "My love, that was a wonderful suggestion and normally I would be delighted to take you up on it. I'm still totally blown away by the way you can take all of me down your throat and I can hardly wait until we get the chance to do that again. But actually, I would kind of like to, uh, keep the edge on, as you put it, until we can finally get where you're comfortable and I can make love to you fully and completely. And," and he grimaced guiltily, "I have a confession to make. I kind of played a bit of a trick on you last night on the phone."

"Oh, really?" Margaret raised both eyebrows suspiciously. "What was that?"

John winced visibly at her sharp tone but plowed ahead. "When you were coming – so beautifully and wonderfully, I might add – on the phone last night, I was, well, I was holding back."

"What??!!" Margaret laughed incredulously. "You mean to tell me you were faking it? I thought that was only a woman's trick! Why on earth would you do something like that?"

"A couple of reasons, actually," he answered, looking down at his feet self-consciously for a moment. "First, because I really wanted to savor how turned on you make me. I can't even begin to describe the way I've been sort of floating on air all week thinking about you and the things we've done together already – I honestly haven't felt like this since I was a very horny teenager," he grinned weakly. "I love how turned on you make me and I just wanted to keep feeling that as intensely as I possibly could leading up to, uh, later."

Margaret frowned momentarily before nodding. "Yeah, okay, I actually kind of get that. I wish I had your self-control, though. I haven't seemed to be able to go more than a few hours without having to get myself off from thinking about you," she confessed ruefully. She looked up at his face curiously. "And what was the second reason?"

To her amazement, the man actually blushed before answering. "Well," he mumbled sheepishly, "As you might have noticed, I tend to shoot a pretty big load when I come."

"Yeah, I think I might have noticed that, for sure," Margaret replied, a lustful twinkle in her eye. "And...?" she prompted.

"Well, you did seem to appreciate it before, so I kind of thought that if I saved up a bit, I might really be able to give you a big load when you, I mean we, finally finish what we've started. Can you forgive me?" he asked with such a mournful, pleading expression that Margaret had to chuckle.

"Okay, I guess I do understand that, you sexy man," Margaret nodded, her voice grown unaccountably husky. "And I have to tell you that hearing you talk about filling me up with a huge load of your amazing come has completely soaked the crotch of my pants, so I hope you're proud of yourself," she said with mock acerbity. "As to forgiving you? Well, that depends on you. Just for that, big guy," and she paused for a moment while she dug into her purse and fished out her car keys, which she handed to John. "Just for that, you're driving."

"Uh, okay," he nodded, looking relieved at being let off the hook so easily for his previous deception. "And what will you be doing, if I may ask?"

"What I'm going to do is pull these pants off as soon as we get in the car," Margaret informed him, "So I have a prayer of the crotch drying out a bit before we go into the restaurant, since whenever I'm around you, I can't seem to stop gushing like a fire hose out of my cunt," she grimaced with a rueful shake of her head. "And then I'm going to lay across your lap and what you are going to do is finger me into as many orgasms as you possibly can until we reach the restaurant. I'm sorry," she added with a shrug and a weak smile, "I told you, I don't have your self-control. Now that you're here, if I have to go another minute without coming, I'm going to lose my mind!"

"Ah. Well, we can't have that," John answered, stroking his trim beard with a droll expression. He used the keys to unlock the passenger-side door and held it open for her. "I'll just stow my bags in the trunk and be with you shortly."

By the time John had dealt with his luggage and seated himself in the driver's seat, having first to scoot the seat back to accommodate his longer legs, Margaret had started to tug her slacks off. "Uh, like the last time, we'd probably better at least wait until we're past the toll booth, my love," John suggested gently.

"Shit! Yes, of course, you're right," Margaret muttured, blushing furiously. "You see what you do to me? I'm no better than our kids the minute I get around you! Uh, well, I mean about having no self-control," she amended weakly, though she noted a very odd expression on the man's face. She pulled her waistband back up as John pulled out of the parking spot and began to maneuver out of the garage to the toll booth.

But the minute John had driven out of the garage and onto the airport approach road, Margaret had her thin slacks off and draped over the seat back, leaving her completely naked below the waist. John looked over at her and allowed his gaze to linger on her exposed pussy and legs, murmuring appreciatively. "My God! You are such a stunningly beautiful and sexy woman! I can't believe how lucky I am to have found you."

"Thank you, my love," Margaret purred, sliding over and laying her head on his lap, relishing the feel of his completely hard prick against the back of her head. "Okay, I'm ready to go when you are. Touch me, my love," she urged, "Touch me and make me come like crazy. I have to warn you, it won't take long the way you've got me all worked up," she warned with a smoldering grin.

"I can't wait," John responded with a throaty chuckle, backing out of the parking space with both hands on the wheel before stretching his near hand out to slip a pair of fingers into her smooth, bare cunt slit. "Shit! You weren't kidding about how wet you are!" he marveled.

"Told you," Margaret moaned as he began to slide his fingers up and down. "I'm like that all the time when you're with me!" She spread her fleshy thighs as far apart as the confined space allowed to grant him as free access to her private spaces as possible, and the man immediately made good use of that by pushing the pair of fingers deeply up her vagina and wriggling them together. "Gaaaaahhhh!" Margaret shrieked. "Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, fuck, yes! Just like- huuunngggghh! Just like that!" The buxom redhead was completely beside herself with mad, uncontrollable desire. It was as if John's fingers had kindled a fire in her cunt, a fire that was rapidly growing into a roaring blaze.

Margaret felt her hips begin to rise of their own volition, unconsciously trying to get more of his tantalizing fingers in contact with her quivering cunt flesh. She managed to wrench her eyes open long enough to glance up at her lover's face and was gratified to see that he appeared to be – mostly – keeping his eyes on the road as he drove, though he did keep stealing lurid glances down at her whenever he could. In response to his ogling, Margaret brazenly pulled the hem of her sheer top up, exposing her voluminous breasts and leaving her completely exposed to his lustful gaze from her collarbone on down.

"Nice," John murmured appreciatively. "You are definitely the sexiest woman in the known universe!" He continued to flash hasty looks down at her as he drove, and began to pick up the tempo of his finger-fucking, starting to focus more frequently on her fully erect clit.

"Haaagggghh!" Margaret screamed, glad that the privacy of the car meant she didn't have to worry about her uninhibited, passionate cries being overheard. "Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! God! John, you- you're making me- hunngghhh! Making me feel so good!" She could feel the first premonitions of a climax beginning to rise up from deep within her cunt, and scooted her body up across the car's console even further to let her lover's fingers impale her cunt hole completely.

Just then, she heard a loud honking from outside the car on her side and opened her eyes to see a young man in a large pickup truck in the lane beside them staring down at her, open mouthed. He obviously had a completely unobstructed view of Margaret's nearly nude body as well as of John's fingers fervently working in and out of her cunt and he raised a thumbs-up in lewd approval. Another time, Margaret might have been shocked and mortified but by now she was too far gone in her overwhelming desire and arousal. The knowledge that she had an unexpected audience completely thrilled her instead, awakening an exhibitionist streak in her sexuality she hadn't ever suspected existed.

As their voyeuristic companion continued to attempt to maintain his position next to them on the road, Margaret surrendered herself completely to the orgasm that now launched with a white-hot fury. "Haaggghhhhh!" she shrieked. "I'm coming! Oh, God! I'm coming! And – hhhaaaggghhh! Someone's watching! And- hunggghhh! Hunnngghhh! Hunggghhh! I don't care! Oh, fuck!" she groaned, seizing her enormous breasts in her two hands and wringing them viciously, "I'm coming again! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Here it comes! I'm- aaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her body began to thrash violently, wave after wave of overpowering ecstasy crashing over her. And then, even before that climax waned, another one launched, heightened by the knowledge that a complete stranger was ravishing her with his eyes as she shuddered and convulsed helplessly. She felt her bladder vacate involuntarily and blessed her stars that she'd completely removed her slacks before they'd started their depraved activities. And then she couldn't think of anything but the relentless, throbbing pulses of bliss slamming into her, followed by the inevitable roaring in her ears before she lost consciousness completely.

 

When Margaret's eyes fluttered open once more, she was immediately conscious of three things: John's face gazing down at her with a look of incredulous adoration, the comforting warmth of his hand cupping her left breast, and the decidedly less comfortable chill in her lower half as the piss she'd uncontrollably squirted all over her legs was evaporating.

"You okay then, my love?" John asked tenderly.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Margaret replied groggily, frantically trying to clear her befoffed brain. "Uh, where are we?" she asked cautiously before venturing to sit up.

"It's fine, sexy woman," John grinned down at her, his hand giving her voluptuous breast an affectionate squeeze. "We're at the restaurant parking lot. I picked a parking spot well away from the other cars to give you a little privacy. Although," he added with a droll expression, "It seems like you don't always want or need privacy. I hadn't realized how much you like to show off for strangers before this."

"Uh, well, that was kind of a surprise to me, too," Margaret mumbled self-consciously, sitting up cautiously and glancing around although she was loath to feel John's hand leaving her breast. She realized that she enjoyed the feeling of him holding her tits very much. "If you'd asked me even an hour ago if fucking where people I don't know could see me was a turn on, I would have told you `no way.'" She shook her head in amazement as she tugged her top back down over her ample breasts once more. "It's – I don't know – maybe it's just I feel so safe and so loved when I'm with you that I'm letting myself explore and discover things about my own sexuality I'd never dreamed were there." She paused. "How'd you manage to ditch our unexpected audience? He didn't try to follow us, did he?"

"No, not at all," John reassured her with a low chuckle. "As soon as it was clear the show was over – and it really was quite a show, I have to say," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, "The boy just sped off. If I had to guess, he's probably found some secluded spot and and is frantically beating his meat right now."

"Huh!" she snorted with a knowing nod, "You're probably right. Well, I guess since there wasn't any harm done, it's nice to have made somone's day."

"True," John grinned before giving her a sidelong glance. "So do you, uh, you think you might want to try something like that again?"

Margaret looked over at him sharply and sucked in her breath sharply at the look of raw lust on the man's face. "My God! That turned you on as much as it did me, didn't it?" He shrugged unrepentantly. "Well, all I have to say is that when I'm around you, I just turn into the world's biggest slut and whatever turns you on is something I want to keep doing. So, yeah, definitely something we can do again. Oh!" she exclaimed, "I can't wait to tell the kids about that. They'll be completely blown away!"

"Really?" John asked, looking almost shocked. "You'd tell them?"

"Sure!" she nodded with a giggle. "John, they're hardly naïve children anymore, and they do have an almost indecent interest in our sex life, so yeah, I'm definitely going to tell them. Those kids all seem to be learning everything about sex so fast that sometimes they make me feel like the young, inexperienced one. If I get a chance to blow their minds with something I've done that they haven't, I'm not going to pass up that opportunity, not for one minute!"

"Fair enough," John chuckled in understanding, "Assuming they haven't already tried something like that and neglected to mention it."

"No!" Margaret blinked. "You think?"

"Actually, no," he shook his head. "At least when they were staying with me, they didn't seem to have any compunction about revealing all their secrets. I mean, after all, Melissa even freely told us about her reencounter with her biological father," and he gave Margaret a hesitant look.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Margaret nodded thoughtfully. "So you're saying if they'd actually had deliberately had sex in front of a stranger, they would have said something about it?"

"I'm certain of it," he said reassuringly. "The real challenge with them was always trying to get them to be conscious about what they were doing with each other when they were in public view. You remember what they were like that first time we all went out to dinner," he reminded her.

"Yeah, you're definitely right about that," Margaret nodded, smiling at the memory. "I guess they're not so much exhibitionist as simply obvlivious to their surroundings when their minds are on their cocks and their cunts," she laughed.

"Yep," he agreed, "So I do think you've got one up on them, at least in this regard." He paused and looked back over at Margaret. "How about it, love? Have you recovered enough you're ready to go to dinner?"

"Well, I should probably put on some pants, despite my newly-discovered exhibitionist kink," she replied impishly before frowning. "Only I really did make a mess all over myself," she winced, glancing down at her thighs where drops of rapidly-cooling piss still glistened. "And I'm afraid my car is going to smell like pee for weeks now. Although," and she glanced back over at John with a significant look, "I'm not sure I'll mind that much. As a souvenir of what I hope will be the best day of my life since either of my kids were born, I can't think of a better or more fitting one," she giggled, and was gratified to see the look of lewd appreciation on John's face.

"However," Margaret went on, "Before I pull my pants back on, I need to dry off a bit. I think there's a towel on the seat behind me. Could you be a love and snag it for me? Thanks," she said has he quickly reached the towel and handed it to her. She patted down her legs and feet before heaving herself up long enough to slide the towel under her in a possibly vain attempt to soak of some of her pungent discharge before it soaked in any more. She grabbed her slacks from the back of her seat and quickly tugged them up past her broad hips, zipping them up on the side and slipping on her sandals from where she'd kicked them off onto the floor. "Okay, love," she nodded at last, "For some reason, I'm suddenly famished," she snorted. "Shall we go to dinner?"

"Definitely," John agreed with a broad grin. They held hands on their way across the parking lot to the restaurant, and once they were at their table, Margaret deliberately sat beside John rather than across from him, the better to be able to converse in more hushed tones as well as the simple pleasure of feeling the warmth of his body touching hers.

Once they had dealt with the necessaries of selecting and ordering their meals, Margaret found herself thoroughly engrossed in a far-ranging and fascinating conversation with John. They shared stories about their early lives, about their children when they were smaller, and even – cautiously at first – about their lives with their former spouses. While Margaret's stories about her life with Joe were not exactly enjoyable, she found herself enthralled with John's descriptions of Kim and their lives together. She reached out a comforting hand and place it over John's. "Kim sounds like a really amazing woman, and I can tell just how much you loved her and must still miss her. Even though if she were still alive, I wouldn't ever have the chance to be in love with you like this, I almost wish I would have been able to meet her. She sounds so wonderful," Margaret mused.

"Oh, Margaret, she would have loved you!" John blurted earnestly. "She would have loved you so much! And I just know she would have thought you as sexy as I do. In fact, the picture in my mind of the two of you making love is getting me hard right now," he confessed.

"Ha, you haven't stopped being hard since you got off the plane, love," Margaret shot back teasingly before her voice softened, "But yes, I do understand. And while I'm really sorry for all the hurt her death caused you, I'm just selfish enough to be glad that it's meant we could be together now."

"So am I, love," John nodded, looking at her intently, "Although I can't honestly say that if she were still alive and we'd encountered each other anyway, like through our kids, that things might have worked out all that differently."

"Huh?" Margaret blinked, nonplussed. "How do you figure?"

John shrugged diffidently. "Kim was amazingly open-minded and didn't seem to have a jealous bone in her body. If we'd met you back then, I think there would have been a real possibility that she would have wanted you and your kids in our family right along with her."

"Wow." Margaret was momentarily stunned. "That is quite an endorsement, and I'm not sure I would have been as tolerant and understanding as she seems to have been. But maybe you're right. As you said, she did seem to enjoy sharing you with others. Now that's an angle I would have never considered," Margaret admitted, intrigued as much by John's openness to the idea as his surmise about his deceased wife's character. She took the opportunity press for more details about John's former life as a swinger.

John seemed willing to discuss the subject, and Margaret found herself growing more and more aroused as her companion, obviously encouraged by her keen interest, allowed his descriptions of various activities and scenes to grow more blatant and vivid. The more she listened, the more fascinating she found the subject, from the basic mechanics of how one got starting participating and hosting such events and how to make sure participants were healthy and well-behaved to the incredibly sexy and wild activities John and his wife had participated in. More than ever, she was determined to get a look at some the the home videos John had revealed he owned.

Finally, as they were finishing their desserts, John stopped and looked intently at Margaret. "I have to ask. You seemed kind of cool, or at least uncertain about the idea of swinging when we last spoke about it. Do I understand you're starting to warm to the notion?"

"Yeah, maybe. A little. Okay, maybe a lot," Margaret confessed after reminding herself that this man, above all others, deserved her complete honesty. "I have to admit that after our experience in the car earlier, the thought of, uh," and she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Fucking in front of people I don't know doesn't sound near as scary or weird as it might have last week. And I also have to tell you that all my efforts to dry out my pants earlier were a complete waste of time, because my pussy have been gushing so hard the more you've been talking about it, I feel like I pissed myself," she giggled ruefully. "But also," and she swallowed before continuing, "Something else happened today. While I was waiting for you at the airport."

"Oh, really? This sounds very interesting," John encouraged her, so she proceeded to tell him about being blatantly hit on by the older woman in the airport waiting area. "Oh, what a wonderful experience!" John enthused. "I'm sure things like that happen all the time to you, but it's still got to be nice when someone recognizes how hot and sexy you are." He smiled broadly at her.

"Uh, no, that was a first," Margaret confessed. "I've tried to tell you, my life has been pretty boring and sheltered compared to yours. You're really not mad, though?"

"Mad?" John looked utterly baffled. "Why on earth would I be mad? The fact that someone else recognized how amazing and sexy you are just confirms my own good judgment," he chuckled in a mischievous tone before frowning. "But it seems like it kind of upset you. Why? Didn't you think she was attractive?"

"No! I mean, yes, yes I did! That's what I mean," Margaret blurted. "If I hadn't already considered myself in a relationship, I would have been seriously tempted to pursue things further."

"But that's great!" John cried before hastily lowering his voice again. "I mean, yeah, I would have been more than a bit upset if you'd thrown me over in favor of her, but the fact that you're coming to accept yourself as a beautiful, sexy woman that others see that way, too, is fantastic. Did you at least get her number?" he asked, leaning in close with an eager expression.

"No! God, that never even occurred to me!" Margaret gulped. "You really wouldn't have minded?"

"Not as long as anything that resulted eventually included me," he replied with a bit of a leer.

"Shit!" Margaret swore, dumbfounded. "Okay, now you've got me feeling like the naïve and inexperienced one again."

"Oh, my love, that's the last thing I ever want you to feel," John answered with an apologetic look. "What I am saying is, however things have been for you in the past, the way you look and act now is a woman in her sexual prime who other people are going to naturally respond to. So you should expect more experiences like that, is all I'm saying. And that if you do, and if they seem interesting, then you should follow your heart. As long as you tell me all about it later and, best of all, find a way to let me share, assuming they're willing, well, I'll be the happiest man on earth!"

Margaret shook her head in astonishment. "You really mean that, don't know. My God! I've never known anyone in my life as wonderful as you!"

"Well, thank you. I think you are amazing, and incredible, and wonderful, too. And so are your kids," he added in a tone that made Margaret prick up her ears. For one agonizing, protracted instant, she was tempted to blurt out her entire, sordid secret, about how she had not only been molesting her own children but John's as well. In the end, her own cowardice as well as her daughter's coaching to wait until the man had actually fucked her before confessing everything dissuaded her.

Instead, she gave a significant glance at their empty dessert plates and said, "That was a really lovely dinner, but maybe we should get on with the rest of our evening. We'd talked about maybe going dancing?" she asked suggestively.

"I would love to take you dancing, beautiful lady," John grinned broadly, signaling for the waiter to bring their check. "As long as it doesn't keep you from getting your beauty sleep," he added softly.

"Hmmm, I think my beauty sleep can wait just a little longer," Margaret murmured, feeling the butterflies in her stomach fluttering all over again as she gazed into John's eyes. "Our kids seemed quite insistent that we spend some time on a real date and get to know each other."

"Yes, well, I have to say that I think we've been doing pretty well about that so far," John commented as he glanced over the bill the waiter had presented and nodded his approval to the man as he slipped his credit card into the folder. "We've had some amazing conversations, my love. I can't believe how easy I find it to talk to you. Sometimes, it feels like we've known each other for years. And yet," and he grinned saucily, "I'm still learning some new and very, very interesting things about you."

Margaret giggled happily and leaned into John contentedly. "I do know what you mean. It seems incredible that it was less than three weeks ago we first met."

"Yes, and I'll never forget that view, either," John replied mischievously.

Margaret felt her face blushing furiously as she recalled just what a view John had glimpsed. "Oh, you had to remind me of that, didn't you?" she protested weakly. "I swear, I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

"Well, I am deeply sorry for your embarrassment," John answered sympathetically, putting an arm around her shoulders, and drawing her in close to him, "But I am not sorry for one minute that it happened. Aside from the obvious pleasure of seeing a stunningly beautiful and partially nude woman, that one look was enough to steal my heart right then and there. I knew from that moment on that you were someone I really, really wanted to get to know better."

"Well, yes, it does seem to have all worked out nicely, hasn't it?" Margaret sighed reluctantly. "Do you know? You may have actually been the first person to see my shaved, uh, you know?" she asked, studiously avoiding any mention of her son's prior claim to the sight. "I'd just shaved it for the first time the evening before."

"Is that right?" John raised his eyebrows. "Then I consider myself truly honored. What made you decide to do it?" he asked mildly.

Margaret felt a moment's panic as she realized that the honest answer was that she was overwhelmed with incestuous lust for her children and wanted to do something that made her feel sexier, but she wasn't quite ready to reveal that just yet. Instead, she chose an answer as close to the truth as she dared. "I don't really know for sure what came over me," she replied, chewing on her lip nervously. "I guess that I was just tired of being all locked up sexually and was ready to start blooming. And that seemed like it might make my, you know, more sensitive to touch. And sexy."

"Well it definitely is sexy," John replied with a lust-filled smile. "I'll take your word for it that it makes things more sensitive," he added as an afterthough.

"Oh? Your wife, Kim? She shaved, too?" Margaret asked hesitantly.

"No, quite the opposite," John chuckled. "Kim let everything grow – armpits, pussy, legs, you know. But of course, being Asian, she didn't have all that much body hair to begin with. But there were other ladies in our swinger group who shaved completely and they seemed to like the feeling. I liked it, too," he added with a sly look at her.

Margaret nodded mutely, not sure what she thought about that revelation. On the one hand, she wasn't sure she wanted to be compared to the man's dead wife, since she really couldn't compete with the memory of her in his mind. On the other hand, it was good to know that the fashion was something he liked and appreciated. She vowed to keep her insecurities about John's previous wife in check since, after all, he was here with her now.

Fortunately, the arrival of the bill forestalled further discussion along those lines. John signed the check, leaving a generous tip, Margaret was pleased to notice, and soon they had departed and were walking back across the parking lot, arm in arm this time.

"I'd thought about going to the 40 Club on Route 11," John remarked. "I've never been there, but I've heard it's kind of a funky roadhouse and the band there is supposed to be pretty good."

"Whatever you want is fine by me, my love," Margaret assured him, torn between wanting to rush home with him that instant and fucking his brains out and genuine curiosity about how well the man danced. She decided she could stick with the program for a little while longer, at least. She did hope the club was fairly dark because she could feel the dampness in her slacks from her copiously oozing pussy had spread out of the crotch and down the inside of her thighs, but there was nothing she could do about that now.

They behaved themselves – mostly - in the car on the drive to the club on the outskirts of town, Margaret contenting herself with slowly stroking the bulging outline of John's massive prick through the material of his pants, an action that kept it nice and hard for the duration of the drive. Once they were out on the road, John put his arm around Margaret's shoulder and proceeded to tease her taut nipple through the sheer cloth of her top, making her moan with pleasure. By the time the reached the parking lot of the club, Margaret was already beside herself with heightened sexual arousal, and she struggled to pull herself together mentally enough to function out in public again, but somehow she managed. They walked, hand in hand once more, across the parking lot and into the club, from which the driving beat of a live rock band was pumping.

Once inside, Margaret was gratified to see that the interior was dim enough to conceal the state of her quim-soaked, tight slacks as John guided her to a free table. At that early hour, the place was only about half-filled; she realized the band was probably just on its first set and made a promise to herself to keep from dragging John back out at least until the set was over. She scooted her chair over so her side was pressed tightly up against John's body and he smiled at her warmly.

"I saw on the marquee in the entryway that this band is considered to be playing `oldies'," John leaned over and shouted into Margaret's ear. "I hope you're not offended by the thought that songs that were popular when we were teenagers are already considered `oldies'."

"Well, you're a bit older than me," Margaret yelled back over the din, a teasing grin on her face. "This one was before my time," and she gestured with her head in the direction of the band. "But if you want to feel sorry for yourself about being an old man, that's your business. How about you get us some drinks, old man?" she grinned.

"I'll show you `old' later, little girl!" John growled.

"I'm counting on that! I can hardly wait," Margaret replied with a smoldering look that made John gulp visibly. "You can get me a gin and tonic," she added sweetly.

With an amused expression, John rose and returned a couple of minutes later with their drinks. They sat and sipped for a couple more songs until the band launched into a well-known rock song with a pounding beat. John looked over at Margaret and rose, holding out his hand invitingly. "May I have this dance?" he shouted.

Margaret nodded with an appreciative smile and took his hand to follow him out to the dance floor. The song was popular enough that nearly everyone in the place had gotten up to dance as well, so any nervousness Margaret might have felt about dancing in public for the first time since high school was quickly assuaged. As she allowed her body to move in time with the music, she kept her eyes on John and was pleased, though not surprised, to see that he was indeed a very good dancer, having some nice moves. More than that, she was struck with how comfortable John appeared to be in his own skin, and realized that his easy acceptance of who and what he was was one of the things she found most attractive about him, especially because it was in such contrast to Margaret's own insecurities. She relaxed and luxuriated in the chance to observe John and his body as much as she wanted to.

They stayed out on the floor for two more songs before John leaned in and asked her if she wanted a break to finish her drink. Since her throat was getting dry, she nodded and they returned to their seats. Margaret gulped down the drink a bit faster than she'd originally intended and almost instantly felt a warm flush spread throughout her body; the bartender had apparently mixed it especially strong. Unless, and she darted a suspicious glance over at John, he had deliberately asked the bartender to make it a double. Silly man, she thought to herself with an inner giggle, he doesn't need to get me drunk to have his way with me.

She leaned into John's side and he gratifyingly wrapped his arm around her immediately. She blinked as she felt his fingers graze the side of her breast that was exposed through the large, loose armhole of her top. She briefly wondered if that was accidental but quickly realized that her lover knew exactly what he was doing. When he began to slowly move his fingers up and down the smooth, creamy flesh of her tit, Margaret involuntarily groaned with excitement; it was all she could do to resist the urge to start touching her own pussy in response.

At that moment, the band's singer stepped up to his microphone and announced, "Okay, good people, this next number is nice and slow so get on up on the floor with that special someone!"

John whispered into Margaret's ear, "Hey, special someone – would you like to dance?"

"Definitely," Margaret managed to croak hoarsely. John's fingers on her breast had driven her half out of her mind with uncontrolled arousal, but she managed to follow him out to the dance floor, noticing that the bulge in his trousers had now grown in length to halfway down the man's thigh. Clearly, he had been getting just as turned on as she had.

Once they reached the dance floor, Margaret melted into John's arms and they swayed softly to the music with her arms clinging around his neck and their bodies pressed tightly together. Then Margaret gasped as she felt one of John's hands drift down her back and slither deftly inside the waistband of her slacks to blatantly cup the soft flesh of her ass cheek. She glanced around self-conscously to see if anyone else was watching, but quickly ascertained she needn't have worried – the other couples were fully absorbed in each other and not paying John and her the slightest bit of attention.

Margaret moaned softly and shifted her body so that John's thigh was tighly pressed into her crotch and her own was fully in contact with his gigantic erection. She began to surreptitiously move her hips up and down and it was John's turn to gasp with pleasure. Margaret glanced around furtively to see if their lewd behavior was being observed and while she didn't see anyone watching them, her eye was caught by another couple on the dance floor. They were young, maybe college age, and it appeared they had been drinking heavily for they seemed to be slightly unsteady on their feet, but what Margaret also noticed was that the young woman, who had long, blond hair and a deep tan, was grinding her cunt against her companion's leg even more blatantly than Margaret was doing on John's leg. Their lips were locked in a passionate, very sloppy kiss, and the young man's hands were freely roaming up and down the girl's body, including her ass and her breasts. She decided that whatever she and John were doing was pretty mild compared to that other couple and relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Johns hand under her pants on her ass and the feel of his leg pushing up and down on her yearning cunt.

Then she gasped softly as she felt John's remaining hand snake up under the front of her loose top and begin to massage and squeeze her full breast. "Ohhh, God!" she groaned softly, her lips next to John's ear, "You are a very naughty old man!"

"Do you like that, little girl?" John whispered back.

"I love it!" she hissed. "I love everything you do to me!" She swayed with him to the slow beat of the music, feeling her already profound arousal ratcheting upwards even more. She kept her eyes glued on the young, drunken couple in lascivious fascination and before long, her voyeuristic impulses were rewarded as the girl dropped to her knees and began simulating sucking her boyfriend's cock right there on the dance floor. Margaret could hardly believe their daring – or their total obliviousness to their surroundings. But when the girl actually reached up, unzipped the boy's jeans, extracted his hard cock, and pulled it expertly between her lips, Margaret's jaw dropped in total astonishment.

"Check this out," she whispered right into John's ear and subtly turned him around on the floor so he could observe the public fellatio.

"Damn!" John marveled in what sounded like an appreciative tone. "Are you telling me that you and your newfound exhibitionist streak want to try that, too?"

"Uh, no, I'm not quite brave enough – or drunk enough like they seem to be – to want to risk that," Margaret murmured, though part of her longed to be that bold. "But it's turning me on like crazy!" she muttered with feeling.

"They do seem to be attracting some attention," John remarked. Margaret looked around the dance floor and saw that other couples, too, seemed to have noticed, and though some were frowning disapprovingly, the majority seemed to be grinning appreciatively and nudging each other. Whether due to feeling more turned on himself or simply emboldened by the distraction the other couple was providing, John shifted his hand inside the back of Margaret's slacks and pushed a finger impudently up into the crack of her ass until it made contact with her puckered anal rosette.

"Ohhhh, fuck, yes!" Margaret hissed, scarcely able to control the frantic desire to feel his finger plunge deep into her rectum. She pushed out to make it easier for his finger to enter her, glad that her foresight in giving herself an enema earlier allowed her to indulge in this now with confidence. Even better, due to the residual petroleum jelly she'd used administering herself the enema, John's finger suddenly buried itself all the way up her asshole without any resistance.

"Gaaaggghh!" Margaret croaked, far louder than she intended to and she hastily buried her face in John's shoulder, but the sensation of the man's finger inside her along with the way her pussy was grinding on his thigh and the utter depravity of watching another couple engaging in a blowjob in public only a few feet away from her were more than the helpless redhead could take. She could feel herself hovering on the precipice of a climax.

And then John started to push his finger in and out of her distended anus.

That was all it took. Margaret felt a gut-wrenching climax starting to bubble up inexorably from her over-stimulated cunt. "H-hold me, love," she managed to hiss into John's ear, "I'm c-coming!" She felt John jam his finger all the way into her rectum and hold it firmly indside her, supporting her trembling body with it, while his other hand pinched her nipple hard.

Margaret clung desperately to John's neck, trying her best to stifle her orgasmic cries with her face pushed into his chest. Her body shuddered with each new jolt of pleasure and for several exquisite moments she was utterly powerless. Then, as the rhythmic contractions began to recede, she raised her head just in time to see the girl on her knees in front of her young lover as her head jerked back suddenly. The blond's cheeks ballooned outward and Margaret knew for certain that her mouth was being filled with a thick, creamy load of her lover's jism. This was enough to trigger a brand-new climax in her still-tingling loins and she hastily buried her face in John's chest once more to smother her involuntary vocalizations.

John gamely held on, though to the climaxing woman's relief, he relented from his cruel pinching and twisting of her throbbing nipple, allowing her orgasm to finally abate. For a moment longer, Margaret simply clung to him, her sides heaving. Then she raised her lips to his ear and hissed ferociously, "We have to leave. Now!"

John instantly removed both his hands from their obscenely improper locations and held Margaret away from him by her shoulders, searching her face with a stricken look. "God! I am so sorry! I just got carried away!"

Margaret blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment until it dawned on her that the poor man thought he had done something wrong. She smiled weakly, still breathing heavily, and told him, "No, beloved. You were wonderful! That was incredible! But we need to go home right now. I know our kids wanted us to go on a real date and get to know each other better, but all I know at this moment is that I need you in my bed and inside my body just as fast as is humanly possible! So can we please go now?" she panted.

John's face was an indescribable mixture of relief and raw, howling sexual desire that it was all Margaret could do to keep from laughing out loud, but he nodded mutely and took her arm to steer her back to their table to retrieve their belongings. As they moved through the still dancing couples, she grimaced inwardly at the looks others were giving her; it quickly became clear that her brazen climaxing on the dance floor had not gone as unnoticed as she might have wanted. But another part of her was terribly excited at being so free and able to share her love and desire for John so publicly. She held her head up, squarely meeting every gaze turned her way, and several people – most of them women – gave her quick, knowing smiles.

As they passed the young couple who had finished their lewd, public performance and were once again dancing – if that was the word for it – as they clung to each other on the dance floor, Margaret felt bold enough to step in close and murmur to the girl, "Thanks for the show. That was wonderful!" The girl flashed her a startled look and then nodded with a shy smile. John simply shot her an incredulous look, shaking his head.

They grabbed their things and walked out of the club to Margaret's car. As they did, Margaret playfully pushed her hand down the back of John's trousers and squeezed the firm muscles of his buttock.

"If you start that here, we'll never get home," John warned with mock seriousness.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Margaret replied with equal gravity before spoiling the effect with a giggle. But she did pull her hand back out from inside John's pants. "I'll behave. A little. But you're driving again," she added softly, handing him the keys. John looked over at her quickly with raised eyebrows but Margaret simply batted her eyes at him demurely and he shook his head with a droll expression.

Once in the car, Margaret waited only until John had pulled the car out of the parking lot and was back on the main road before she leaned over and, before John could even react, undid the belt of his trousers, unzipped them, worked his still-very-hard prick out into the open, and wrapped her lips around the head, licking and slurping wantonly.

"Ohhh, fuck!" John breathed. "You, uh, I already want you so much I'm about to lose my mind. You really don't need to convince me any further."

Margaret raised her head up enough to see his face. "You want me to stop?" she asked, all innocence.

"No, God damn it, I don't want you to stop, sexy wench!" he growled good-naturedly. "I can't tell you how good that feels. Just, uh, well, take it easy, okay? I've got big plans for you later," he promised in a voice gone thick with sexual arousal.

"I can hardly wait," Margaret assured him. "I'll be very careful." And she lowered her mouth to the man's raging erection once more, engulfing it as deeply as she could given the relative awkwardness of her position. It wasn't long before she felt John's hand slip into the large, open armhole of her sheer blouse and begin to maul her large, firm breast, and Margaret gasped appreciatively.

They drove the rest of the way back to Margaret's house that way, though twice John had to warn her to stop momentarily and let the threat of a climax abate before letting her proceed. By the time John pulled to a stop and announced, "Home, my love," Margaret was nearly out of her mind with desperate, howling lust.

She unlocked the side door and almost yanked John's hand tugging him in after her. "Come upstairs with me now, my love. It's time," she whispered throatily.

"Way past time, I think," John nodded in agreement. He followed her up the stairs, watching with keen interest as she pulled her top off in the stairwell and finished completely disrobing before they were two steps into the master bedroom.

Margaret stepped over to the bed and pulled the sheet and comforter down, leaving the bottom sheet open. She patted the bed invitingly. "Get undressed, love, and wait for me on the bed. I'm just going to quickly check on the kids. I'll be right back, I promise!"

"I'll definitely be here," John replied, his eyes glittering with lust.

With a backwards glance over her shoulder to confirm that her man was, indeed, starting to tug his clothing off, the naked, voluptuous redhead stepped out into the hall and down to Melissa's room. The door was open, but a quick look inside showed the room was vacant, so she proceeded on to Keith's room, smiling as she heard the obvious sounds of sex emanating from within even before she opened the door.

In the dim light from the hall, Margaret could see Stephanie lying on her back in Keith's bed, her own brother assiduously slamming his cock into Stephanie's pussy as her heels dug into his buttocks, spurring him onward. On the spare bed, Melissa was straddling Keith's waist although, oddly, facing away from him. She was riding his cock vigorously. In the dim light, it actually appeared as if Keith might have his hand all the way up Melissa's ass, and Margaret blinked in startled surprise, particularly since it didn't appear as if her daughter was in any discomfort whatsoever.

But before she could get a closer look, Stephanie looked up and noticed Margaret. "Oh- hunnggghh! Hi! You're back! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Everything okay?" she gasped, the lewd rhythm of her hips up and down in time with Brad's teenaged prick continuing unabated.

"Yes, love, everything's fine. Wonderful, in fact," Margaret assured her, unable to suppress the excitement in her voice. "Your dad and I just got home. I just wanted to make sure you guys were okay."

"S-sounds like you had an interesting- hunnngghh! Interesting evening!" Stephanie puffed as she bounced up and down.

"Very interesting," Margaret nodded, giving Stephanie a shrewd look. "I discovered lots of new things, including about myself, and I promise I'll tell you all about it. Tomorrow," she said firmly. "Right now, though, I've got a very sexy and very horny man waiting for me in my bed and I don't want him to think I've forgotten him."

"Oh, so this is it, then, isn't it?" she heard Melissa call out from atop Keith.

"Yes, sweetie, it really is," Margaret answered her daughter. "It looks like you guys can take care of yourselves for a while."

"Yep, we'll leave you alone. Unless you need us," Melissa panted with a sly grin. "Enjoy, Mom. And good luck with, uh, you know."

"I haven't forgotten, love," Margaret answered. "Bye for now," she said in a tone that made it clear she wasn't willing to wait any longer and turned and strode quickly back down the hall to her bedroom.