Mom's hot lips

CHAPTER EIGHT

Vera cried out and sat up quickly. There were two figures in the doorway, applauding slowly. They were in silhouette against the bright day behind them.

Her heart stopped beating for a moment. Fear shot through her and left her speechless. Then shame took over and made her try to hide her sperm-drenched cunt behind her cupping hand as she thrust it between her thighs.

She thought of the other car they'd seen in the lot. She thought of the terrible perversion they'd just witnessed-of her and her son flicking-and she had the sinking feeling that this motel was going to ruin her now, just as it had her husband.

Roger sat up beside her. He didn't even try to hide his bowing, wet prick. His chest swelled out protectively, and his voice was impressively growling.

"Who the goddamn hell are you! What are you doing here!"

"Might ask you the same question, friend," the man said, coming into the room. He moved on the balls of his feet as if ready to spring at any moment. He was slender and wiry, with a thin face and falcon-sharp eyes. When he was no longer in silhouette, it was clear that he was a man you wouldn't want to mess with, reptilian and slippery.

The girl with him hung back a moment as if wishing she weren't even there, and then she came in with him. She was astonishingly pretty, her eyes large and brown, her hair dark and satiny and cut close to her head.

She was small and sylph-like in her movements, but there was a hint of gravity to them that didn't belong. It gave her a spiritlessness, as if she were with the man because he compelled her to be.

"You might ask," Roger said. "But as soon as I haul your ass in for trespassing on private property, you'll know what I'm doing here."

The man looked at him through narrowed eyes that didn't blink. After a moment, he laughed thinly. His smile was slim and wicked. He kept himself poised and balanced, as if ready for any movement Roger might make. He was a man accustomed to making short work of surprise moves.

"Trespassing," the man echoed in a flat voice. "That implies things, kid. You wouldn't be trying to tell me you're Hanson's kid, would you?"

"How would you know about that?" Roger asked, his bluster fading to wariness.

"Name's Dancer-Dan Dancer. Max Sawyer's attorney. The little fluff here's Rainey. Say hello to the new bossman, Rainey."

He ordered it in an oily way. The girl cringed slightly under his touch. Then her large eyes looked directly into Roger's, and there was some kind of communication in her glance, something forlorn and pleading that Vera couldn't miss.

Dancer shifted his gaze. It fell on Vera's naked body and slithered slowly up and down it, snaking into every hollow and curve. She turned her hips sideways so that he couldn't look between her legs and imagine the drenched pussy under her hand, but then she knew he was looking into the deep crack of her ass. There was no way to hide from his gaze. Even if she were fully dressed, there would be no hiding from it.

"Some motel, huh, kid?" he said to Roger. "Real enjoyable. A kind of hate to see it open. Rainey and I come here all the time. Maybe you saw my car in the lot just before you had your little swim."

Vera's scalp tingled with the sudden rush of shame through her. The evil little bastard had seen everything!

"You didn't answer the question, Dancer," Roger said.

"I been here checking things and finishing up some of the fine points to the electronics here. It's a hobby of mine," he added.

"Electronics?" Roger questioned his tone puzzled.

"Yeah, that's right. Max and your old man-they agreed with me that there wasn't any Point spending money for an independent when I could do the job myself."

"What job? You got this place bugged or something?"

Dancer laughed. "It's an idea. But it's been done. This is something new. The TVs are all on closed circuit, didn't you know?"

Roger turned his head and looked at the big, oddly located set over the foot of the bed. Vera looked with him. Her skin prickled.

"It's a pretty good touch, Hanson," Dancer grinned thinly. "Your old man didn't think much of it, but he came around finally. It took sonic persuasion. But you look like a guy who won't give us any static about it, especially since it's already in and working I wonder what else you don't know about this place." "I know I own it."

"Yeah, well, we'll have to talk some about that before the stockholders' meeting next week. Did you know there was one?"

"Cutter didn't tell us anything about it."

Dancer smiled very slowly. "Well, I picas I got to you before Cutter did, then. That's good. Good." He nodded towards Vera. "Who's the chick you been dicking? Looks like she's got a few years on you. You gotta watch that kind, kid. They usually want something. Like maybe a piece of what you just inherited."

"You asshole, that's my mom" Roger flared, cutting himself off quickly. He sputtered and glanced at Rainey and then at the floor.

The laughter began softly and evilly. It built in pitch and became something so. horrible and slimy that Vera wanted to sink into the waterbed and drown in it.

"Yes, sir!" Dancer cackled. "No static at all about the system. How about that, Rainey? Looks like we're meeting both the new bosses here. Real swingers, by God, not like old Hanson. Is Max gonna like this new arrangement, huh?"

"God, no!" Vera cried.

She looked into the evil slits of his eyes and away again quickly, knowing it had been a mistake to show him the depth of her shame. She felt as if she could shake to pieces without even trying.

"That's all tight, Mrs. Hanson," Dancer said. "What you want to do with your kid is no business of mine. Me and Rainey don't think a thing about kinky sex. We love it, in fact. Rainey, go show the new boss kid there how much we love it, how much you appreciate meeting him. Be extra nice, baby."

Rainey looked at Roger with soulful eyes. She glanced once at Dancer with a look of hatred that was hard to miss. He merely grinned. She moved towards Roger and stood in front of him and gazed softly into his eyes.

Vera's heart pounded in her chest as she watched, unable to believe anything would really happen. And then she wasn't sure. Roger's expression was strange. He seemed eager and yet conscious of his mother's presence at the name

Rainey lowered her eyes after a long moment. "Not in this room, Dan," she said, her voice small and afraid.

Dancer turned his head, swiveling it atop his neck in reptilian fashion. His arm blurred with speed, and his open palm smacked her stomach with a sharp slap.

"Do what I tell you to do, bitch," he grated. He looked at Vera and Roger with his thin grin. "Sometimes Rainey forgets." He didn't explain what it was she sometimes forgot.

The girl didn't make a sound. She sucked her soft, full lower lip between her teeth in obvious pain, but that was all. After a moment, she tossed her head up and reached behind her back. She faced Roger again and paused. It was as if she were blacking the rest of the room from her mind, seeing only hint

She slid her zipper down and slipped her dress from her body with immense grace. Her tits were bare, small and pert. Her waist was delicately slim, her hips and tight butt a dainty handful. She pushed down light-blue panties and exposed her dark bush and puffy, small-lipped cunt.

Roger's eyes went wide. He licked his lips and stared at her perfect body. They gazed into each other's eyes again for a long moment, and his prick shot up stiffly with astonishing speed.

Vera watched the two of them with a strange detachment. That was her son there. They'd been fucking like torrid lovers the past week, against all the taboos. But his cock had never sprouted for his mother the way he'd stiffened for Rainey just now. Vera knew it was something more than physical. There was silent, deep communication between them, and she was excluded from it.

Rainey came between his legs, still looking into his eyes. His prick pointed up towards her pussy and throbbed wildly, as if ignorant of the fact that it had just spewed twice into Vera's cunt.

Rainey put her hands behind Roger's head and pulled his face towards her pussy. He darted forward and kissed her cunt impulsively, hungrily. She sucked in her breath with a soft sound and tipped her head back.

She pushed him back. She lifted her trim legs one at a time and sat in his lap, facing him, her pussy sucking open and capturing the throbbing tip of his pulsing cock at the very mouth of her cunt.

"That's not how you're supposed to do it," Dancer grated, just as she was ready to sink onto his shaft. He took two quick steps and yanked her head back viciously by her hair, making her yelp this time.

"Hey, cut it out!" Roger shouted angrily.

Dancer stood over him, pushing Rainey to her knees in front of Roger with hands on her shoulders. "Look, Hanson, this is my bitch. You handle yours over there any way you want and let me handle mine. When I tell her to suck cock, I want to see that mouth open. When I tell her to fuck, she spreads those puffy little prick squeezers open with her fingers and makes her cunt wet. Then she gets fucked up her cunt, up her ass, maybe in her ear, if I feel like it. That way, me and Rainey get along just fine." He waggled her head by her hair. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes," she said tremulously, her voice barely audible.

"That's my girl. Now, you show the new boss a goad time."

He pushed her head forward. Her mouth opened. Dancer guided her parted lips onto Roger's prick and stepped back, grinning wickedly.

Rainey's dainty fingers took the shaft and jacked it slowly. She played with Roger's balls. Her lips sucked up and down his prick. After a moment, she was able to block out Dancer from her mind. She sucked softly on Roger's prick until he moaned.

Vera watched the incredible spectacle. Roger glanced at her once, then tipped his head back and lifted his hips to the girl's mouth. The pink tongue slithered up and down his shaft, and her lips squeezed and relaxed and made his cock hard and throbbing. She sucked his prick as if it were the most wonderful prick in the world, as if he were the last man in the world.

Vera watched and felt a mixture of emotions. It was more than the degrading scene of a moment before. It was more than watching her son get his cock sucked. She'd watched Sally suck him and fuck him.

But that night, in some strange way, Roger had been loving her, not the girl he was fucking. It was different now. His attention was on Rainey this time, she could feel it. He was casting her aside.

She didn't know how to react. Yet she knew she'd been guilty of the same feelings on the way down, when she'd been thinking about Thorne. Maybe it was best, maybe, in time, they should stop being lovers.

"Ohhhhh, God," Roger moaned softly.

He went back on his elbows. The bed heaved gently. and his prick fucked up into Rainey's waiting mouth. Her lips sucked all the way to his pubes, and her throat bulged oddly. Roger gasped and gasped.

Dancer came forward and lifted Rainey's ass, smoothing his hands over the tight spheres. He took her free hand and guided it between her legs, then stepped back again.

Rainey left her hand there. She started finger-fucking herself while she sucked Roger's cock. She moaned and puffed breath through her nostrils and made her ass weave with heat, and her fingers made sucking sounds in her wet pussy.

Dancer grinned with satisfaction. He looked at Vera. "I told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about in front of us." He came towards her, moving in that way of his, his eyes on her tits, snaking down to where her hand still covered her pussy.

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head, backing away from him. She made the bed heave and roll and Roger's hips fuck up and down.

Dancer went to the control panel by the side of the bed and pushed a button. There was a crackling from the TV over the bed. A color picture bloomed onto it, as big and real as life.

An open, pink-red, juice-slick pussy filled the screen. A thick cock spread the tissues and fucked into it, making it quiver. A moan of pleasure came from the speaker, and the pussy quivered around the flicking shaft. Every pube, every droplet of cunt juice, every wrinkle and fold of silkiness was visible.

Vera stared with shocked eyes. "My God," she cried softly. She felt an unwanted wave of lust tinge through her body and make her pussy spasm under her fingers.

Dancer cackled and sat beside her on the bed, watching her slim body. "Closed circuit movies, Mrs. Hanson," he said. "With waterbeds to better enjoy them on. And an advertising sign outside telling the passing tourist what a wild vacation be can have after all. It can't miss."

"Paul didn't think this up!" she cried at him after a moment of stunned silence. "Not my husband!"

It was all clear, now-the past year. This was why he didn't want her involved with the motel. This was the evil of it that had made him withdrawn and silent. This is what had given him his heart trouble.

Oh, Paul! She cried inwardly. I thought it was trouble between us!

She wanted to flee. She wanted to fall to her knees and beg Paul's forgiveness for the things she'd thought and felt about him, for what she'd been doing with Roger.

Her mind swam. She didn't see Dancer reach for her, but she felt his hand close about her tit and squeeze. She squeaked and flied to lunge away, but she got no purchase from the bed.

The tucking on the screen became electric in pitch with orgasm. She saw sperm trickle out around the fucking prick and gather in the kids and pockets of the quivering, sucking pussy.

Then she heard her son gasp with his approach. She saw Rainey's head bobbing up and down frantically, drawing his orgasm from him. She ssw Rainey's hand swirling through her slippery pussy meat and her tight buttcheeks quiver as she finished herself off at the same time.

The girl's throat worked as she swallowed Roger's load and took his bucking -prick deep. Juice glistened on her inner thigh and then became smeared on Roger's hip as she moved her hand there and hugged her face to his body.

They looked at each other after a moment, with a rapport thick enough to cut. Even Dancer was astounded by it.

"Goddamn," he said. "It looks like love. Can you beat that?" He squeezed Vera's tit again and grinned at her. "See, baby, it's all around you. It's what makes the world go around. Now, take your hand away from your wet pussy there, and let's us join the world."

"Roger, stop him!" she cried.

It was like a rerun of the night with Dalton. Roger paid no attention. He'd discovered the TV, and he was gawking at it, watching the big prick fuck between the flared cheeks of a girl's butt, right into her asshole. A tongue was licking her fluttering pussylips from underneath, drilling against the sprouting cut.

Then Rainey was climbing over him, pushing her small tits against his mouth and moaning as if she meant it. The girl's thighs opened, and she slid down Roger's body and took his thrusting prick into her open, wet aunt, and they began to flick, arms entwined, lips glued together in a passionate kiss.

Something went out of Vera. It was all around her. It had defeated Paul, and it would defeat her if she tried to fight it. She felt the bed heave and push under her, molding around her butt and lifting her hips up wantonly.

Dancer was on his knees. He ran his zipper down. A long, thin cock bowed towards her like something serpentine. She gasped and looked into the evil slits of his eyes and knew there was no use fighting him.

She couldn't make a legal objection. He'd caught her flicking her own son. The thought of public exposure made her head spin, and she stopped struggling against the inevitable.

Dancer saw the fight go out of her. He grinned and pushed his pants to his knees. He came against her. She turned her head, and there was the TV again. She could feel the motions her son and Rainey made as they flicked.

She could have sworn it was the bed's motion that made it happen. That's what she wanted to believe. Her pussy lifted high. Her thighs fell open, and the sticky, silky cuntlips sucked apart.

Dancer's long cock was suddenly between them. Vera gasped, her mind rejecting the way her aunt muscles began quivering and drawing at the spongy head of it.

"Oh, God, don't flick me!" she cried. "Roger, he's going to fuck me! Stop him! Ohhhh, Roger, don't."

The plea choked off. It was too late. The long cock was sliding far, far back into her pussy, going much too slickly, much too easily.

She heard Dancer cackle with a wicked sound. There was no use explaining to him why her pussy was so slippery, seemingly so ready. It was from Roger's sperm in her, not excitement for Dan Dancer. At least, she wanted that to be the answer. But he was a good flicker. As evil and reptilian as he was, he knew how to drill his snakelike cock into her twat and make her hips jerk up and her pussy suck open.

"Don't sweat it, Mrs. Hanson," he rasped in her ear, lying against her, making his hips swivel and pound against hers with shameful sensation. "Just close your eyes and think about the prick in you. Once that's in, it doesn't matter who it belongs to, didn't you know that?"

"You creep!" she whimpered, avoiding his lips when he tried to kiss her. There was something absurd about that. His prick could plumb her depths, but he couldn't kiss her.

"Better yet, just watch the TV and get hot. That's what it's for, you know. That's why your husband put it in."

"He didn't put that in. You did. Max Sawyer did. Not Paul."

"You talk too much when you're supposed to be fucking. You want to talk later, we'll talk. Right now, baby, we're fucking, get me?"

He bored hard into her, his long cock reaching the back of her cunt, prodding her cervix, making her wince with slight pain. She lay as still as she could on the heaving bed and let him fuck her. She wanted it over with. She wanted to get back to Miami and lock herself in the house and let Thorne handle all this. She didn't want any more to do with this damn motel. And she wanted nothing to do with Dan Dancer, ever again. Or Max Sawyer, if this was the kind of man he kept around him.

"Mom-oh, Mom," Roger gasped quietly.

She looked to the side. He and Rainey were there. The girl was on top of him, straddling his body, squatting over his prick. Her hands cupped her smallish, tight tits. Her head was tipped back. There was an expression on her face more fitting to her sultry beauty than Vera had seen yet.

"Mom…" Roger whispered again, a sound of perplexity in his tone, as if he couldn't quite believe how marvelous he felt with Rainey's pussy sliding up and down his cock.

Vera looked. The girl's cunt was facing her. She could see every fold and wrinkle, all the pinkness of her wet tissues, the way her son's prick slid in and out of the tight cunt mouth.

Roger's face was right next to hers. They were nearly kissing, they wert so close. She felt the thrill build in her son, and something built inside herself.

It was like the night with Dalton and Sally, when they flicked each other from a distance, gazing into -each other's eyes. And yet it wasn't quite the same.

She knew what it: was Roger had left and he had found someone else, and he-was ready to spurt into her pussy again. Any moment. Now…

Roger's eyes left hers. They swung towards Rainey. He and the girl watched each other come to climax with adoration thick enough to cut. "Rainey!" Roger cried.

He reached up with his hands. The girl fell against him. Their moans blended, and their bodies shuddered as they came at the same time, her pussy squeezing and sucking around his exploding cock.

"Christ!" Dancer grated with a sneer, watching them, too.

His expression was clear. It was disgusting to get emotional over a piece of ass. Cunts were for fucking, not falling in love with.

He plunged into Vera's pussy without a shred of tenderness, as if totally incapable of such an emotion.

"Ah!" Vera cried sharply, pain thudding through her body.

"That's what it's about baby," Dancer sneered. "Sensation. Pain or pleasure, it doesn't matter. They're two sides of the same coin. I'm going to enjoy teaching you that, just the way I taught Rainey. Yeah, I'm going to love being in business with you."

Vera tossed her head from side to side, barely able to hold back a wail of tenor. It was bad enough to have him flack her this time. The thought of seeing him ever again shot clear through her.

There was a scrape of shoe leather on the cement outside. Then a voice, smooth and bassy, filled the mom.

"What the hell's going on in here, Dan?"