This is a story of incestuous relationships.
All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.
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Saturday evening, after work, Rick told Edna about the tryst Mrs. Gaffney had set up for Sunday afternoon.
"That's great, Rick," Edna told him. "I'm very happy that she wants to see you again. It's a good day for a visit with her, too; Carol and Lucy are busy all weekend."
Carol had called Edna to tell her she was patching things up with Lucy. She thought that setting Lucy up with Rick should wait a while.
Sunday, after church services, Mrs. Gaffney made it a point to once again greet Rick and his mother. She was very friendly to Edna and complimented her for having such a fine son.
Edna sent Rick off after he had his lunch. He walked to Mrs. Gaffney's. Cynthia, now. He stepped through the back gate. It was secluded so it was unlikely anyone saw him. He tapped on the back door; Cynthia opened it clad in a very sheer negligee. When she had closed the door behind him she turned with open arms. Before he stepped into her embrace he looked at her. The shadows of her areolas and her nest of pubic hair were visible through the diaphanous fabric. Her legs were nylon clad with high heels on her feet. An enticing sight to Rick's young libido.
He let her hug him then and returned the embrace. She turned her face up to him and he bent his head to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, warm. Rick had learned from his mother. Start slow and soft.
"We have all afternoon and, I hope, a good part of the evening, Rick," Cynthia told him.
She led him to her bedroom. She had already prepared for his visit. Dark drapes were drawn. There was enough dim light to see, she had tried to make it just right.
She undressed him down to his briefs. She sat on the edge of the bed with him in front of her. She smiled as she rubbed the bulge of his hard cock. She pushed the waist band over his dick and let the briefs slide to the floor.
Cynthia leaned forward to kiss his cock standing hard and erect in front of him. "He is so nice," she murmured. "Such a nice size."
She opened the sash of her negligee and exposed her tits and pussy. She spread her legs lewdly as an invitation. An invitation that Rick could not resist; did not want to resist. He fell to his knees between the parted thighs. His entire focus on her hot, wet cunt.
Her pussy lips were glistening with the dewy drops of her juices. They were puffy with desire and gapping enough to show the red of her inner pussy. Her hands on his head pushed him to her heat. He went willingly. His tongue flicking at her labia and tasting her juices. Her heels on his back, her nylons rubbing against his face and her hands twisted in his hair; all aroused him even further. His cock was hard and throbbing as he lapped up her nectar and sucked at her clit.
He ate her until she was cumming almost constantly. He ate her expertly as he had been taught. She gasped out her pleasure and reveled in the thrills he was giving her. Her cum flowed onto his face and even his chest. He, like the woman whose cunt he ate, was in his own heaven. Nothing mattered, nothing but the pussy he ate and the wonderful orgasms she was experiencing.
Cynthia had to rest afterward. He laid beside her and she told him how wonderful he had made her feel. She stroked his cock as she talked. Stroked him softly and slowly she didn't want him to cum, not yet.
Cynthia regained her strength and found herself torn between two desires. Her mouth hungered for his cock, as did her pussy. She wished it could be both places. She knew the answer, though. She knelt beside him and leaned over to take his cock between her lips. It was his turn to gasp with pleasure.
As she sucked him she pushed her hand between his legs and fondled his balls. She knew she didn't have much time to do what she wanted. What she had prepared herself for. He was young, horny and close to cumming.
She let her fingers dance over the crack of his ass, and slid her finger into him, pushing it through the pucker of his anus. He gasped with surprise but did not object. In fact it was a somewhat pleasant feeling. He lifted his hips to her. To her sucking lips. To her probing finger.
She found his prostrate and rubbed at it with the skill learned from past experience. His gasp was like a cry of pleasure. She was enjoying this, his response excited her. When he came it was like an explosion. His cum gushed into her mouth and overflowed her lips. He was repeating over and over. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
She milked his cock with her lips and withdrew her finger from his ass. She kissed him with her mouth full of his cum and shared it with him. She drew back to look at him. He smiled up at her. He opened his mouth to show her the creamy cum she had given him, he smiled again. She laughed happily.
She had left soapy cloths, in a dish, and alcohol on the bedside table. She cleaned the finger she had put in his ass. She recalled the anticipation she had felt when she had trimmed her fingernail extra short before he arrived. She would teach him more today.
She turned back to Rick and kissed him again. "Did you like that?" She asked.
"Oh my God yes," he replied.
"Good. I'll want you to do the same to me sometimes. I'll show you how and when."
"Okay, Cynthia, Will it make you feel as good as you did me?"
"Probably," she answered. "Yes, definitely."
They rested together. Both dozed off, but not for long. Cynthia woke snuggled up to Rick with her hand resting near his cock. She sensed that it was half hard.
I feel like a young girl.
she thought.
This young man is doing wonderful things for me. And to me.
She smiled and snuggled closer. Her hand started fondling Rick's cock.
Rick's eyes opened and he looked at her.
"Let's fuck," she whispered. "But make me nice and wet first."
Her words were enough to completely arouse Rick. He slid down to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips. He had something to show her, maybe, if it worked.
He pushed his finger into her pussy feeling for the tiny spot of flesh he had found in Carol's pussy. It didn't take long. When he rubbed it Cynthia shrieked with pleasure and bucked her hips up into his face.
"Ooh," he heard. "Don't stop." Such words were honey to his ears. They drove him to ever higher planes of arousal.
She was soon cumming almost constantly. Screaming out her joy as waves of pure bliss ripped through her body.
Even after she gasped out "Please stop," he continued. She weakly pushed his head back from her clit and he withdrew his finger.
Her body was weak. She was totally satiated, replete.
