Alice watched through her bedroom window as Luke jumped into Carter's Jeep and they sped away. She took a long shower. The temptation to play with her clit while she soaped up and rinsed away the perspiration and dried jism of her morning encounter with her son was strong. But she also feared that every time she gave into fantasies of fucking Luke while making herself cum she was wearing away her own inhibitions--inching that much closer to committing real incest with her son.
She toweled off, dressed in old jeans and a worn tee shirt, and unlocked the bedroom door. She had weekend gardening to do in the backyard, and anyway, she wanted to be somewhere outside the house in case, for some reason, Luke returned earlier than expected. She'd get the yard work done and then go shopping or go to a movie--anything to keep her distance from Luke long enough for him to calm down and, hopefully, recognize the impossible wrongness of fucking his mother.
Alice wasn't too hopeful on that last score. She accepted that it was her fault as much as his. She hadn't discouraged his first physical attentions toward her. Instead, she'd encouraged his advances until it had been too late. Guilty as she felt about leading Luke on as she had, she was so damn horny all the time that having a man like Luke around her all the time was maddening. He was young and strong--and hung. Goddamn was her son hung!
Alice had never been able to go without sex for very long. Ever since losing her virginity to her high school prom date when they were both eighteen, her hot little pussy had demanded what seemed like constant attention of some kind. A natural beauty and an irresistibly sexy young woman, she'd done her best to discourage the clumsy seductions of the many young men who'd asked her out in hopes of getting into her pants. As strongly as she'd craved fucking she'd tried not to open her too-eager legs too often, and then only to partners who she believed would be discreet. In practice, that had meant mainly older, often married, men. Guys who had something to lose if it became known in this small town that not only were they screwing around on their wives but were doing it with a barely-legal teen.
As much as young Alice needed to fuck, she'd always feared being labeled a slut.
Alice's family had no money to send her to college. After graduating high school she'd taken a receptionist's job at a car dealership out on the interstate, attending classes at the nearby community college on the money she earned during the day. After two weeks on the job, she was fucking a young salesman named Bill Moore. Within two months she was pregnant. Within six months they were married. Bill was ambitious, a smart, hard charger seemingly destined for success, and, best of all, Alice was getting all the fucking she could want every night. Or at least, enough to keep her from losing her horny little mind.
Life had been perfect, for a while.
Since Bill had left her, she'd returned to her premarital practices of making do with what she had at hand rather than turning to other men. She spent hours in her room every evening using her fingers and her collection of sex toys to get herself off. After decades of regular fucking, that wasn't enough anymore. In retrospect, she saw it as inevitable that when her son had climbed into her bed she'd succumbed, even if only going so far as guilty bouts of mutual masturbation.
She made up her mind once more that she had to stop it. Today. Somehow.
She was crouched by a flower bed in her backyard, pulling up brown weeds killed by a late freeze, when she heard the noises from Kathy Hanley's house. She paused and held her breath, listening closely.
The noises were groans: a man's voice, the sounds of deep, heavy, hoarse breathing.
Quietly, Alice put down her spade and raised her head to peek over the hedge that separated her yard from Kathy's. She was good at this skulking around, sneaking looks at her neighbor's private goings-on. When Luke had accused his mother that morning of having become a voyeur he hadn't guessed the half of it.
To Alice's shame, spying on Kathy had become a routine part of her life.
When Alice's horny imagination had turned too vividly to Luke during her solo masturbation sessions, she'd first tried to distract herself with online porn. Discovering MILF porn, especially the "fauxcest" variety, had charged up her libido good for a while. But the unconvincing performances of women in their twenties with fake tits pretending to be stepmothers to gangly studs with greying sideburns wore out their novelty fast.
Late one evening two months ago, she'd been walking in the neighborhood when she heard Kathy's shrieks of passion echoing across the lawn to the sidewalk in front of her house. Gripped by curiosity, she'd crept across the front yard for a look through the big bay window. And there was Kathy on her hands and knees in the middle of her living room being fucked by a young black man. Alice recognized the youth as Sam Clark, one of Luke's older classmates.
Sam was six-foot-six, built like a decathlete, and his cock was a foot long if it was an inch! That cock was a gleaming mahogany baseball bat, dripping with Kathy's copiously squirting pussy juice as he hammered it into her tightly-stretched pussy. He had bunches of her silky hair in each fist and was yanking her head backward with every forward lunge, riding her like a stallion on a blonde pony in heat.
Kathy was facing the bay window. Alice quickly ducked her head below the brick sill, sure that Kathy must have seen her. But when the blonde slut's throaty howls of joy continued without pause, Alice gathered her courage to look again.
This time, she noticed the thousand-yard stare in her voluptuous neighbor's eyes, and the long strand of drool dripping from her slackly gaping mouth onto the dark hardwood floor: Kathy was so enraptured by the ferocious battering of Sam's gigantic meat-hammer that she was deaf, dumb and blind to anything but her own ecstasy. She was in an orgasmic trance, barely conscious at all.
Sam, on the other hand, spied Alice right away. He smiled broadly and winked at her through the window. Alice fled back home in a panic, dashed up to her bedroom, and spent half the night with her favorite vibrator between her yearning legs.
Ever since that evening, Alice had kept a close eye on Kathy's activities. She'd been rewarded for her vigilance with three more sexy shows, all involving young studs no older than twenty. Kathy liked them young. Alice understood completely. In her more honest moments, she admitted to herself that her hostility toward her old friend was born of envy. Uninhibited Kathy had the kind of sex life that shy, reticent Alice only dreamt of.
Alice pushed through a gap in the hedge that she'd used more than once to sneak into Kathy's yard. Who was that blonde slut fucking now? Alice assumed that Dave must have left in the Jeep with Carter and Luke that morning, and another young man had somehow slipped past her vigilant monitoring and into Kathy's house.
