Family that plays together- 4

The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's

radio her sole companion. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary.

Add the facts that she had slept restlessly the previous night,

had left much later than anticipated, was now traveling over an

unfamiliar road, and it was not hard to understand that the blonde

schoolteacher was slightly irritable as well.

It was an exhausted Donna Howell who finally stumbled into

the lobby of the Ahwahnee Hotel, inquired about her family, and

dutifully followed the bag-toting bell captain across the terrace,

over a rough-hewn bridge, and up to the door of a large, single

story cabin tucked under stately pines in the shadow of the

towering main building.

And it was a bubbling, stretch-pants and ski sweater clad

daughter who answered the bell captain's knock.

"Mom! There you are! We were worried." Donna smiled a

greeting to her daughter, then followed the bell captain inside.

Her eyes widened in surprise at the handsome man who rose from his

chair and followed the now empty-handed hotel employee back to the

door, filling it with a single crisp note. Donna's mouth must

have been gaping open because when the stranger turned, his eyes

suddenly crinkled with matching incredulity.

"Mom. This is Ward Murdock," Sheri said cheerfully.

Donna was too stunned to speak. Good God, she thought, he's

nearly my own age!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Howell," he replied

expectantly.

A short, but definitely awkward silence followed. Finally

Donna managed a crisp: "Mr. Murdock." Then, swinging around, her

eyes challenging Sheri's, she asked: "Where's Kevin?"

"He met another boy," Sheri answered, "who's staying at the

hotel and they've gone over to the Camp Curry ice skating rink

with the boy's family. He said not to worry, they invited him to

dinner, and not to expect him back until nine."

Donna was too stunned to think clearly, but sober enough to

wonder what was happening to her close-knit family. First this

strange older man and then Kevin not being here when she arrived.

The exhaustion of the day caught up with her, and she suddenly

felt giddy. Stretching out one arm, she steadied herself against

a nearby chair.

"You look tired, Mrs. Howell," Ward Murdock said pleasantly.

"Can I fix you a drink?"

"A drink?"

"Ward makes excellent martinis," Sheri interjected. "And

just wait until you see all the groceries and things he bought

us."

Donna glanced at the coffee table and noted the martini

glasses and pitcher. It was apparent that he had been about to

prepare drinks. Maybe a drink would steady her nerves, she

thought. She nodded yes, and then realized that, by her own word,

Sheri had experienced this man's martinis before.

"I was about to mix a batch, but if you'd prefer something

else?"

"No. A martini sounds fine. Thank you."

Donna moved to the couch and sat down next to Sheri as Ward

began busily mixing the drinks. When he served them, she took a

sip before remembering she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Being

tired and not having eaten was a dangerous combination, she

realized, but the drink did taste good and she quickly drank it

down.

"Would you care for another?" Ward asked.

"I really shouldn't, Mr. Murdock."

"... Ward," he interjected.

"Ward," she repeated. "But it was very good."

He needed no further incentive, and the confused young mother

did not object when he refilled her glass. The three of them sat

sipping their martinis, interspersing the consumption of alcohol

with small talk. Ward was very suave and polite, asking Donna

questions about school, and he proved to be surprisingly

knowledgeable about teaching. It came to her as no great shock

when he explained he was an assistant professor of English

Literature at San Diego State, and Donna, with the aid of alcohol,

began to warm to his easy banter. After a half hour and one more

martini, Ward abruptly asked:

"I was planning to take Sheri to the hotel for dinner. I

hope you'll join us."

"Thank you," she said rising, "but I really can't tonight.

It's been a long day for me, and to be quite honest, I welcome the

opportunity to go to bed early."

"Oh, Mom! You need to get out more, and you can't have eaten

already. Won't you change your mind?" Sheri asked.

"No, really, I can't, but don't let me hold you two up. I'm

sure you must be famished."

"Maybe tomorrow night then?" Ward said, rising.

"Perhaps ..." Donna replied indecisively, weariness clearly

evident in her tone.

"Well, if I can't change your mind, we'll be going ..."

Donna walked with them to the front door, then stood in the

open doorway until they had disappeared over the bridge, across

the terrace, and into the hotel. Closing the front door, Donna

walked slowly back into the living room, staring vacantly at the

coffee table, her mind whirring with concerned thoughts.

Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the

remainder into her empty glass, and drained it in one gulp. The

burning sensation in her throat seemed to suddenly bring her to

her senses.

"Damn!" she exclaimed aloud, then set the glass down and

walked uncertainly toward the kitchen. She was hungry and opened

the refrigerator, searching, but nothing looked appetizing.

Confused and upset, she decided the best thing to do was to go to

bed.

She walked down the short hallway that led to the four

bedrooms and sitting room, checking each one as she passed. Three

of the bedrooms, like the sitting room, were fairly small and each

contained partially unpacked suitcases, but the fourth bedroom,

the one next to Ward Murdock's, was quite large. It had a

separate dressing room and bathroom, and she was pleased to note

that they had left it for her use.

Donna returned to the living room for her own suitcase and

carried it back to her bedroom; the effort bringing into sharp

focus her weariness. She did not often drink alcohol and the

effect of the four martinis left her gasping at even this

slightest exertion.

She walked straight into the dressing room, and began to

disrobe, trying to keep her mind off her daughter. It was too

much to believe that she might be involved with a man old enough

to be her father, a man that should more fittingly be dating a

woman her age instead of Sheri's. Putting her dress on a hanger,

the troubled young mother then closed the closet door, and in the

process saw her own full reflection in the mirror mounted on the

outside. Whether it was making a mental comparison with her

daughter, or just seeing how much her own age showed, she stood

there for a moment examining herself.

She looked younger than thirty seven, that much she was

willing to concede, but she didn't think of herself as being very

attractive. This opinion was part of her defense mechanism, and

she couldn't have been more off base. Her body was still like

that of a girl in her early twenties, soft where she should be

soft, and firm in all the tight places. She loosened her

brassiere, letting it fall away from her full, rounded breasts,

and though she wouldn't admit it, she was proud of the fact that

they still stood out high and proud without support. Lowering her

hands to the elastic waistband of her panties, Donna shifted her

gaze down over her flat, still taut stomach, watching the smoothly

curved flesh of her buttocks come into view as she lowered her

white nylon panties. An instant later she was staring at her

naked figure, and her eyes looked again and again at the soft

triangle of light blonde pubic hair. It looked silky smooth and

untouched, a condition that had been the case for some time, and

she allowed herself to wonder for a moment if she really looked as

young as she appeared, or if it was just her imagination. She

decided it had to be her old weakness asserting itself, and she

turned away from the mirror, grabbing a nightgown on her way to

the bathroom.

After brushing her teeth, the young mother turned off all the

lights except the one by her bed, then turned down the covers and

stretched out between the cool sheets. Once again feeling tired,

she switched off the bedside light, closing her eyes to wait for

peaceful sleep. But it didn't come easily, as she couldn't stop

worrying about Sheri.

Donna knew that she was going to have to find more time to

spend with her children. Ward Murdock had aroused her protective

instinct. Her daughter was young and innocent, and a man nearly

twice her age could quite easily get her to do things she might

later regret. Yet, Donna thought, Ward was certainly acting like

a gentleman, and it was possible that he was only being kind,

taking the place of the father Sheri had never known. Perhaps she

should give him the benefit of the doubt, Donna thought. He

didn't seem the type to take advantage of a seventeen year old

girl. Keeping that in mind, she began to drift off into a restful

void where sleep was not very sound.

What exactly made Donna awaken with a start several hours

later, she didn't know, but suddenly she was sitting up in bed,

listening intently to the silence of the vacation cabin. The

clock on the bedside table said one o'clock in the morning.

It was unusual for her to wake up like that, and she listened

for some odd sound that might have disturbed her, but all she

heard was the hush of a winter morning. She got out of bed and

started toward the dressing room to get a robe, when an odd

creaking sound made her freeze.

It had seemed like it was right there in her own room, and

she listened intently, hearing faint, but distinct voices. She

thought somebody was still up and the sound might be coming

through the heater vents. But when she heard the voices again,

she realized they were not coming through the heater vents, but

from the next room, the room where Ward Murdock was sleeping.

There was something wrong, something about it that made her

nervous and tense. It was faint, but she was certain that it was

a female voice she was hearing, and her curiosity aroused, the

young mother moved carefully to the wall. As she pressed her ear

against the wall, another creaking sound came through, and what

she heard kept her frozen to the spot.

"Ohhh, wow!"

It was Sheri. There was no mistaking her giggle, and she

wondered what her daughter was doing in the next room, especially

considering the hour! Then she heard a second voice, and it was

unquestionably Ward's.

"Hey, ssshhh! What about your mother?"

"Don't worry, silly ... she was sound asleep when I looked

in. Nothing wakes her up!"

Were they only talking? What was that other sound she kept

hearing? Was it the bed? Donna wanted to move away from the

wall, to go back to her own bed and put the whole thing out of her

mind, but she couldn't make her legs move.

"Oooh, God! You're so hard, so big I'd like to take it into

my mouth and suck it ... let me kiss your cock, lover!"

Donna was stunned, unable to believe that she had heard the

words correctly. Her daughter, talking about that man's penis,

about taking it into her mouth and it was too horrible and

repulsive to believe!

"Oooooohhhhhh ... ooohhh, honey! Your mouth ... breath ... so

warm ... ohh, yes! Lick it like that," she heard Ward's voice

saying. "Aaaahhh ... the way you make your lips ... so tight

around it! Yes, yes, yes ... ohhh, Sheri ... your tongue! Yes!

Oh, suck it, baby, yes, ohhhh!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"God that feels good! Ssshhh! Don't suck so loud ...

ooooohhh, wait ... no you don't ... get that beautiful little ass

over here ... there! Your cunt's so warm and wet ... I want to

finger-fuck it while you suck my cock!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."

"God, ohhhhh! Yes, like that! Oooohhh, suck it baby!" His

voice rose to a gruff whisper, and on the other side of the

bedroom wall, Donna stood petrified, unable to move. She was

fascinated by the sounds of sheer lust coming from the next room.

"Oooohh, God! Your hot little mouth is like butter ... ooooohh!"

Donna's hands began to tremble, and she ran her tongue around

and around her lips, moistening them from the terrible dryness she

suddenly felt. She wanted to back away from the wall, from the

cabin, and escape the terrible obscene sounds that were so near.

Her mind was filling with vivid images of what was happening in

the next room, and it seemed so clear, so precise, she felt like

she was looking right through the wall. It was awful. Her own

seventeen-year-old daughter ... certainly not the innocent girl

she had believed her to be ... doing things that she herself had

never even imagined doing! The horrified young mother was

immobilized by the sounds, by the involuntary thoughts of that

older man's muscular body stretched out nakedly on the bed, his

penis erect, its blood-swollen head sunk up inside the moistly

sucking oval of her daughter's mouth, and her long blonde hair

lying across his stomach, kneeling over him and performing the

terrible, unnatural act of fellatio while he finger-fucked her

innocent young vagina.

His voice, gasping and groaning seemed to echo through the

wall, "Oooohhh ... don't let it slip out of your mouth ... ohh,

God, honey!"

A lewd slurping noise seemed to penetrate the entire cabin.

"Ooohhh, lover! My cunt's on fire ... let me get up over your

face so you can lick me ... lick it! Ohhh!"

"MMMmmmmmmm ... uuuugggghhhh!"

"Like that. Yes, yes!" Sheri wailed. "Oh, God, your cock's

so hard, so warm and wet against my tongue ... Mmmmmmm, that's so

nice!"

Donna's mind was screaming at her to run away, but, her body

wouldn't obey her mind. She was transfixed by the words her ears

were hearing, the obscene sounds of sexual pleasures she hardly

knew existed! It made her feel strange, as if she wasn't standing

there at all, but was somewhere else, dreaming that she was

hearing all this.

"God! Oooooohhh ... your teeth ... so sharp ... ooooh!"

Sheri was crying out in ecstasy now. "Yesss, oh, oh, oh!

Yeeessss, lover, yeeessss!"

"Sheri ... I've ... got to ... fuck you ... NOW!" Ward

Murdock was gasping, his voice coming unevenly, slurring out his

words. "Got to ... put it in!"

"Yes, yes ... do it to me like in the film, lover ... from

behind like the dog in the film ... slowly!" And Donna gasped

again as she heard the lewd, unmistakable squeak of movement in

the bedsprings.

"From behind?"

"Yes, yes! Put it in my cunt ... there!"

"Oh, baby ... your ass ... cunt ... so goood! Looks so good

with you kneeling in front of me like that!"

"Ooooohh ... slooowwwlllyyy ... oh, God, yes yes yes! Fuck

me good ... ooohh, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

Donna could feel a cold sweat dripping freely down her body

beneath the folds of her nightgown. And between her tightly

clenched thighs, she could feel her pussy tingling, quivering in a

strange way, like it had never done before. It was beyond her

understanding, her mind, body, every nerve and fiber mesmerized

into a state of sensual shock. It hadn't been like that even on

the nights she had succumbed to her own weakness. These sounds

were too arousing, beyond all rationality, and reason somehow was

not important. As if controlled by an outside force, the confused

mother moved automatically, her own intense and demanding physical

need all that mattered.

Her left hand began to move down along her body to the narrow

curve of her waist and across her stomach to rest on her own

swollen pubic mound, then exploring, rubbing back and forth across

the soft material of her nightgown and then up underneath it as

her fingers searched lewdly between her trembling thighs. A

strange exciting wetness seeped from her cuntal lips, running

freely from her lust-inflamed pussy. Her right hand came up to

cup one breast, squeezing and kneading the tiny nipple into

painful tautness through the restrictive nightgown.

The moaning from within the next room was almost incoherent

now, as daughter and boyfriend thrashed about wildly on the bed in

sinful intercourse. Donna gathered up her nightgown, bunching

fold upon fold of its silky material in her left hand and drawing

it farther and farther up around her firm, white thighs to expose

the lightly curling pubic hairs covering her pulsating cunt.

Holding the gown bunched at her waist, she lowered her right hand

slowly over her stomach to her hotly steaming pussy and began to

massage it as she had done before, knowing it was perverted and

wrong, but powerless to stop herself. Pressing harder and harder,

her middle finger sliding wetly along the moist hair-lined slit,

she found her clitoris and gently began teasing the erect little

nerve-end with her fingernail, feeling waves of all-consuming

sensual pleasure ripple through her body. She dipped her finger

still lower, insinuating it into the tight opening of her moist,

inflamed cunt, and began pistoning in and out while her thumb

rubbed rapturously across her swollen clitoris.

"Ooooohhhh, keep on, lover. Don't stop!" Sheri's voice

seeped through the wall.

"Something new ... you'll like it ... wait!" came Ward's

muffled reply.

There was a small cry of protest and the unmistakable

squashing sound of an erect cock pulling from a passion-drenched

vagina. Donna heard them moving on the bed, or were they merely

moving up and down?

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass-hole, baby. You'll

like it!" he said, his voice tense and straining.

"Oh, God, yessss! Put it in my ass-hole. Fuck my ass-hole,

darling!" Sheri cried.

"Uuuugghh. God, you're tight back here!"

"Aaagghh ... it hurts ... hurts, so good! Don't stop!

Aaagghhhh!!"

Trembling, Donna shut her eyes, the lurid image of what was

transpiring on the bed in the next room surging through her mind.

She could picture her young daughter bent over, kneeling with her

buttocks waving high in the air, her hands spreading the twin

cheeks wide and exposing the little brown ring of her anus to the

lewdly waiting cock.

"Ooohh ... yesss, ohhh, yesss!" Sheri groaned. "All of it,

lover. Hurt me. Jam your cock all the way up into my ass!"

How could she? How could her own child allow such an obscene

and unnatural act to be done to her? Donna groaned in helpless

torment. She heard the older man's lunging gasps as he drove deep

into Sheri's defenseless ass-hole. She imagined his stiff cock

ramming into her teenage daughter's tiny puckered anus, skewering

it mercilessly as the full length of his heavily elongated cock

fucked in and out of the tight rubbery little hole.

"Oooohhh, yesss. Oooohh, ooohh, oooohhh!" came the terrible

sounds from the next room. But as much as those sounds and the

lewd images in her brain were shocking her, they were also

stimulating her beyond reason.

The bewildered young mother was caught up in the frenzy of

the moment, her entire body trembling with unwanted excitement.

She dropped down onto the carpeted floor of her bedroom, her

glistening thighs splaying wide. A rush of cool air moved across

her steaming cunt, giving her a new thrill of ecstasy, and she

squirmed a second finger in next to the one already working there.

The wet sucking noises of her desperate finger-fucking pervaded

the master bedroom, as her voluptuous body heaved and jerked in

time to the rhythmically moving fingers between her open thighs,

and the tight flooding walls of the passage pulled and sucked

hungrily at her buried fingers.

She cupped one breast almost brutally, squeezing the supple

flesh, pinching the tender nipple with wild, animal-like abandon.

Her whole lust-incensed body was writhing about on the floor in a

turbulence of self-induced passion.

"Oh, baby, reach back under your cunt and squeeze my balls

... oh, God, yes!" Ward cried suddenly. "Your ass ... so tight

... so tight!"

"Ooohhh, yes, lover ... so good, so good ... I love your

cock, love it, love it!"

Donna wanted to scream, to wail in unison with the two

nakedly locked bodies in the adjacent room as she hung on the edge

of her own release. She was near, so near that mysterious peak,

delirious with her own sizzling passion. She removed her hand

from her breast with conscious intent, and licking her left

forefinger, reached around under her smoothly rounded buttocks to

probe the tiny puckered ring of her own anus. She shut out the

guilt, the knowledge that she was doing wrong. Her mind was

caught up in her own depraved sexual hunger, and she didn't care

about anything else. She wormed her finger slowly into the

resisting nether ring, and nearly went out of her mind with the

excitement of the entrance.

"Your cock ... harder ... ooohh, God, lover, hurt me! Fuck

my ass-hole harder!"

"Can't hold back ... uuugghh ... I'm going to cummm!" Ward

groaned in response.

Yes, oh, yes, Donna thought, me too, me too! Insanely she

plunged her fingers into her wetly heated cunt, rubbing her

clitoris with her thumb, the middle finger of her other hand

impaled deep in the tight little opening of her anus, buried to

the second knuckle. She too was going to cum!

"Ooohh, lover, yesss. Fill my ass-hole. Give me your hot

cum. Fill meeeeeee!"

It almost seemed as if it was her voice crying out instead of

her daughter Sheri's and Donna drove harder and faster, deeper and

deeper, her body undulating under the pressure, gasping for

imminent release.

"Aaagghh!" Sheri gasped, then her voice rose in pitch.

"Oooohhh, ooohhh, noooowwwww! I'm cuummiinngg!"

Ward's deep-throated cry of pleasure vibrated through the

wall as his sperm cascaded far up into Sheri's cock-split rectum.

"Yessss ... ooohh, yessssss!"

It was as if she were controlled by the wild passion in the

other bedroom, and Donna felt her own body automatically react.

She strained, flaying her legs wide in spasmodic jerks and the

floor seemed to rumble beneath her. Lifting herself up in a

convulsive arch, her fingers reaching for maximum depth in her

moisture-drenched cunt and burning rectum, she gasped out her own

climax. Its tremendous force, rebounding through her quivering

belly, spilled out of her churning cunt around her deeply

implanted fingers, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks to

where her other finger rotated deep up inside her rectum.

How long it lasted, she didn't know, but suddenly spent and

exhausted, the young mother collapsed to the floor, her legs

trembling from effort, her breathing ragged. She could still hear

noises in the next room, though they were no longer wild sounds of

passion, but now only soft sighs of contentment. She lay there

for several minutes, waiting for strength to return so that she

could make her way back to the bed, and when finally her heart

stopped its wild pounding in her chest, she stood up and moved

cautiously on shaky legs.

Stretching out on the bed, she felt the nightgown clinging

stickily to her inner thighs, a lewd and obscene reminder of her

self debasement. She sat up abruptly, pulling the garment off

over her head, then slipped between the sheets naked, wanting to

sleep, wanting desperately to escape the thoughts that were

running wildly through her mind. There was no longer any doubt

about her daughter's relationship with Ward Murdock, and it was

far worse than she had dared to imagine. But what bothered her as

much as her teenage daughter's lost innocence was the fact that

her own lewdly inspired sexual experience had been so obviously

pleasurable.

Trying desperately to block these images from her mind, Donna

lay perfectly still and waited for sleep to overtake her body. As

she waited, another, more persistent thought emerged.

Knowing now what Sheri had done, was it possible that her

little boy, too, had experimented with sex? He had changed, his

tall, muscular body now that of a man's, not a boy, and in spite

of her efforts to resist, she couldn't help imagining him naked

and sexually aroused. She shuddered with a mixture of revulsion

and excitement, ashamed with herself for having such thoughts, but

her dreams that night allowed her no escape.