Aunt Dorothy Book II

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going on in there ...!! Something he dared not even suspect!
"OH, Mother ... let me fuck you again ... right now ... right now!" Joe cried, completely overwhelmed by
what he had just learned, his hand returned to the well lubricated area of his real mother's warm waiting
pussy. He had enjoyed it so thoroughly, knew by now every tiny fleshy ripple of it ... and yet, now that
he understood just why he had always had such special feelings about the woman he knew as "Aunt
Dot" ... it seemed as though he had never touched her. He wanted to know her body again, re-learn it in
the light of his new knowledge.
Dorothy fell back on the pillow beside her son ... She sighed as his fingers entered and re-entered the
sensual, mature little mouth between her legs. There!, she thought ... she had told him ... told him at last!
And his reaction had been more than she'd ever dared hope for ... She had feared he might turn against
her completely ... but in fact, just the opposite had happened as witnessed by his new longing for her
body. "Together at last!" she muttered. "Oh ... Joe baby ... MMMMMMMMM!" She gathered her
own breasts in her hands and holding them together, brought the nipples to the point where they almost
touched ... "Here ... suck them both together ... together!" she urged.
Outside the door, trembling with rage and sorrow, Art leaned down to peer into the keyhole ... He had
been certain that he would see nothing that way ... that in fact it was an overrated method of spying ...
but to his alarm, he was able to get a completely clear view of the bed and it's incestuous occupants! He
had wanted to see ... because in spite of all evidence to the contrary, he could not believe that the scene
inside was actually taking place. Certainly it was all some kind of hideous mistake ... some kind of
terrible joke!
And yet as he saw the boy he'd raised for 14 years as a son, hungrily lapping at his wife, Dorothy's
engorged nipples, he realized that it was far from being a joke. It was as much of a joke as what he
himself had just done with little Lee!
Suddenly he could take no more. He felt himself coming apart at the seams. Everything inside him was
boiling hot, his mind a chaos of confusion and guilt. HOW LONG HAD THIS BEEN GOING ON?! ...
Suddenly it was clear that Dorothy might have experienced the same kind of "Torture" down at the
shack in the park as he had ... only her torture had been with her son ... with JOE! The idea was
thoroughly repulsive ... as quickly now he recalled some contradictions in Dorothy's story about just
what had happened to her at the shack ... He had lied ... but it had never occurred to him that she would
be lying too! The whole thing was just too evil to contemplate!
Without even realizing exactly what he was doing, Art barged against the door. It gave instantly, beneath
his weight and he went flying into the room. He stopped halfway to the bed and saw young Joe poised
between his mother's limply spread legs ... between DOROTHY'S legs! About to penetrate her hair
fringed pussy with his erectly trembling young cock!
The rest was like a horror film ... everything seemed suspended in time ... In the distance, he heard
screams ... yells ... threats ... and curses ... and only belatedly did he realize they were coming from him.
Before him the two offending figures remained frozen on the bed, staring, cowering ... crying too ... and
as he raced from the room, he brushed past the small form of his daughter and screamed again, not even
able to look at her ... he retained an image of her shocked young features as he dashed into his room.
Instantly, he began to pack his clothes in the old suitcase he hadn't used in years. He didn't know where
he was going, but he knew he had to get out of there ... fast!
* * *
The following day it was cold and cloudy. There had been snow forecast for the early November
weekend, and Dorothy remained indoors, spending most of the day in the bedroom that Art had so
prettily furnished for her. She looked mournfully out the window wondering just where her new husband
had gone ... and if he ever would return. Outside she heard occasional noises, and she knew that Joe
and Lee were in the house too, and she wondered just how they are taking their father's violently abrupt
departure. Last night, she remembered that after Art had slammed out the door, no one had spoken to
anyone. Lee had gone quietly into her bedroom and just shut the door, and after putting her peignoir
back on Dorothy had left her son, to go to her room. She hadn't slept much for wondering and worrying.
After all the past unhappiness she'd had it seemed as if she were destined to bring more upon herself.
How could she have been so foolish?! She had jeopardized everything, her new marriage, a completely
new life with wonderful children ... the reconciliation with her son ... everything ... because of her body's
strange, incestuous lusts! She did not understand why she couldn't reject the wild impulses that she felt, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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