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come with him. The other women helped her to her feet, whispering to her, running their hands lovingly
over her body as they led her to the bar and Beth mixed a drink. Forgotten for the moment, Eddie
stretched and shook himself, feeling small hot tingles that were slowly subsiding throughout his body.
It had been one hell of a climax for him, and Eddie thought that the woman had gotten almost as much
satisfaction out of eating him, the incomparably intimate act stirring some hidden pool of debauchery
deep within her core. Even though it had taken Isobel some forty years to really turn on, she was making
up for lost time.
Warm and relaxed, he lolled upon the couch, thinking that the fun would be doubled when Isobel
brought her husband into the group, when Eddie could look up from fucking the woman's abundantly
flowing pussy and see her husband watching the act. He didn't know why that image turned him on so,
but it did. Maybe it was because a wife was supposed to be the personal property of her old man, that
her cunt was for him alone, and it was a real kick to destroy that illusion.
He wondered if the erotic sensations would be sharper because of it, and he flashed to a fantasy of his
own father standing beside the bed while Eddie stroked his hard young prick in and out of the private
pussy of Susan Lyons. At the image, Eddie's recently drained cock pulsed, and he closed his eyes to see
things better in the dream world.
Sure, he had sometimes heard the bed creaking in his parents' room, and of course he'd known that his
father was putting the meat to his mom. He'd even pictured how her shapely legs would curl, and how
her neat, trim ass would work, but he could never see clearly inside his head just how her secret pussy
would look when its soft lips were taking a stiff prick.
Did his mom moan and say things like fuck me, fuck me? Did she hump eagerly when she rode that
swollen rod, or wrap her legs around a guy's back? And how tight was her cunt, how juicy? Maybe she
had too many hang-ups, and didn't really enjoy screwing; maybe she had never gone down on her own
husband, or known the thrill of a tongue working inside her heaving snatch.
Dimly through his dreaming, Eddie heard the ringing of a telephone, but he didn't want to let go the
sensuous pictures moving inside his head, and he concentrated upon them. He saw his mom's naked and
gleaming body, but the color of her cunt hair was uncertain, although the nipples on her modeled breasts
were a pale brown. He saw her mouth smiling, and the sexy ticking of her hips as she held up her arms
to some unseen lover. Not his dad, Eddie thought, but himself. It would be him, Eddie Lyons, who
moved to that beautiful waiting woman upon the very bed where his father had fucked her so many times
in the past.
Somebody was shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw his sister leaning over him. "Hey,
sleepy," she said. "Did Isobel pump you completely dry? Come on; we've got to go get dressed."
"Why?" he asked drowsily.
"That phone call was from Mr. Zachary. His business meeting was called off, and when he got home he
didn't know where Isobel was. So he called here and she talked to him. Then Beth got on the line and
invited him over for a few drinks; you should have heard how sexy her voice was. So that means we
have to split upstairs and get dressed, just like they do."
Eddie sat up. "Do we get left out of it?"
"For awhile," Linda answered, tugging at his hand until he stood up. "Maybe we can mix in with them
later, but first Auntie Beth and Isobel have to set him up. Isobel is going to pretend to get so smashed
she'll have to go to bed, leaving Beth and her old man alone. Then our sensuous auntie will make him.
We can peep at them."
Beth and Isobel were already gone from the living room, so Eddie walked with his sister to the stairs.
"Then Isobel will come in and catch them; is that the idea?"
"Something like that. Or maybe I will; she'll have more of a hold on him if she discovers her loving
husband putting the prick to an innocent little child."
Eddie slapped her bare ass and laughed. "You're about as innocent as a squirt of semen. Come on -
we'll have to put on our act, I guess. This will really be a blast, getting her husband into our party. You
know, I was dreaming down there about making it with mom, and raising another hard right away."
Inside the bedroom, his sister turned. I've been thinking of screwing dad, too. But suppose he balls me
and mom won't fuck you?"
"Then you'll be the lucky one," Eddie said. "But I don't see how it'll work like that. I mean, if mom sees
you riding his cock, it has to do something to her, even if it only makes her want to get even with the old
man. And I don't care what her excuse is; I only want to fuck her."
She shoved him toward the bathroom. "Take your shower. That's all off in the future, and right now, we
have to think about making it with Mr. Zachary. That guy is going to get one hell of a surprise."
"And one hell of a piece of ass," Eddie put in. "Two fine pieces, I mean, because I know you'll get to him
before his wife does. I think I'll get Isobel in the hall, so I can screw her while he swings with Beth and
you. Or maybe we'll wait so he can watch me pour the cock to his old lady."
Either way, it would be great, Eddie thought.
Chapter 14
Isobel put on a great act, Eddie thought; if he hadn't known better, he would have sworn she was
smashed to the ears when Beth led her wobbling from the room. But once beyond hearing of her old
man, she came erect smiling and whispered to Beth: "Good luck."
Beth took her time returning to where a put-out man waited, making a trip to the kitchen first, killing time
while she was supposed to be tucking Isobel into bed to sleep it off. Then she drifted back down the hall
where Eddie and Isobel crouched. Linda was hidden in the living room closet, waiting her chance to
ambush Clayton Zachary, who didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on.
Leaning close, Beth murmured, "I'll get him to screw me, don't worry. I think he's already interested."
"If he's not," Isobel hissed back, "he's lost his balls. You're simply devastating in that dress. Go get him,
tigress."
And after she was gone, Isobel said into Eddie's ear, "I suppose I should feel evil, or something, because
I'm encouraging another woman to seduce my husband. But I don't feel like that; I'm only very glad for
them both."
He put one arm around her slim waist and she dropped a hand into his crotch, but it wasn't quite the
same while they were both wearing clothes. When they heard the subdued buzz of talk in the living
room, they eased down the hallway to where they could peep beneath the ornate room divider. There
were potted plants below it, good camouflage to hide behind.
Clayton was a good-looking guy, Eddie admitted; the man was even taller than his wife, with good
shoulders and no pot belly, and he dressed pretty mod. There was grey in his hair, especially just over
the ears, but that didn't detract from his appearance, and Eddie hoped he wasn't too old to really ball.
He had no idea how old a guy had to be, before he stopped raising a hard.
From where he and Isobel were hunkered down, they could see and hear everything that went on in the
living room; they watched and listened, both of them anxious for everything to go all right.
"I'm sorry about Isobel," Clayton said. "Usually she holds her liquor far better than that."
"That's all right," Beth said, sitting down on the couch beside the tall man. She looked terrific in her short
dress, Eddie thought; it was light blue and hung to every curve of her body, besides showing off a lot of
spectacular leg. "Isobel has been moody of late, as if she's lonely."
"Lonely?" Clayton's laugh was edged with bitterness. "Not her; she has plenty of friends, mostly men."
"I don't know what to say about that," Beth said. "Maybe it's better we don't talk about your wife. Let's
talk about us. I've always thought you an extremely interesting man, Clayton."
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