Hidden Acres Ch. 07

"Oh look! Previews! I love the previews!"

Another minute passed and then Frank and Kyle rushed from the kitchen and stopped dead in their tracks a few feet away from the sofa. They both looked at her in awe as they took in the sight of her. She revelled in their dumbfounded looks.

"Come on! Sit down, it's starting." She patted the sofa cushions on either side of her and the two men each took a seat.

Lydia was facing forward, pretending that she was engrossed in the television, but she was trying to stealthily monitor their reactions to her. Frank was all smiles as he looked her up and down like a hungry wolf. Kyle was trying to be a little more subtle, but even he couldn't drag his eyes away from her smooth legs and the generous amount of thigh she was displaying. When he did manage to look away his eyes locked onto her round breasts so clearly defined by the tight top.

Leaning back, she leaned into Kyle and then into Frank and slipped her arms under each of theirs. Nuzzling them with the side of her head, she cozied up to the two men who were sandwiching her. The movie started and she was glad for the loud soundtrack, hoping it drowned out her loudly beating heart.

"Baby," Lydia sat after a time, leaning into her son. "We need popcorn. Can you go microwave some for us?"

"Uh, sure mom," Kyle answered, jumping up and racing into the kitchen .

As soon as their son was out of the room Frank grabbed Lydia and pulled her in for a deep kiss. His tongue pushed past her tongue quickly and he explored her mouth enthusiastically.

"You like?" she asked, breaking the kiss.

"Very much."

"Do you want me to be the kind of mom your friend John had?"

Frank gulped, speechless.

"Better hurry up, the popcorn is almost done. Do you want me to be that kind of mom for Kyle?"

He nodded quickly. Frank's eyes shone with delight.

"Good, because I want to be that kind of mom. I've been thinking of nothing since you told me about it."

Kyle returned to the living room carrying the bag of microwave popcorn. He handed it off and was about to sit down when Lydia asked him to grab the blanket from his bedroom. Sighing, he jogged to his bedroom and pulled the blanket off his bed. Sitting down he handed it to her.

Lydia spread the blanket out over all of their legs and then settled in to watch the movie. The popcorn was buttery and coated their fingers as they munched on the snack, the movie flickering in the room as it grew dark outside.

She couldn't pay much attention to the movie, her mind was a whirlwind of ideas after Frank had given her permission to be the kind of hot mom he'd always wanted. That she was eager to be that kind of mother should have set off alarm bells, but Lydia was too excited by the prospect to have any other thoughts.

Slipping her hands under the blankets, she sank lower into the couch and she reached out to the man on either side of her. Frank's groan was loud as her hand slid over his hip and between his legs. She palmed his bulge and teased his growing cock to life. He looked down at her with surprise and she gave him a wink.

On her other side, Kyle's whole body stiffened up like a board as her hand made the same movements in his lap. Her fingers played along the lump in his shorts, curling over the ridge of his shaft and pressed into his flesh until she felt his snake starting to uncoil. Lydia could hear her son trying to control his breathing as he was no doubt excited but terribly worried about his father being on the other side of her.

It wasn't long before she had both of her men completely hard and pitching tents. Letting go of Frank, she reached over to Kyle and tugged the waistband of his shorts down. His cock sprang free and stood up proudly and now she could wrap her fingers around his humid flesh. She did the same to her husband and then she had a cock in each hand.

She rubbed her fingers on the underside of each, just below the tip. Kyle squirmed in his seat as Frank thrust his hips up into her hand. Her son was the first to wet her fingers with his leaking precum and Lydia couldn't help but gather it up and then pull her hand out from under the blanket. She tasted the clear drop of liquid and then wet her fingers with saliva before she slipped her hand beneath the blanket once more.

Lydia's head swam with the taste of her son. Her whole body was alive with nervous energy and a tingling that raced all over. Here she was stroking her son's impressive meat and her husband at the same time. When she felt the cool wetness on Frank's cock she repeated the process, moaning softly as her husband watched her lick her fingers clean. He groaned when her slippery hand began to glide up and down his shaft.

She loved the feel of them in her hands. The almost damp flesh, a velvety softness solid in her grip. The tiny twitches, thrusts of the hips as she played with their cocks, it was a dizzying experience and she loved the way it sent shivers through her body. Her pussy was alive with desire and need.

Frank was lost in a haze of lust, his heavy eyelids drooped as he looked at his wife and then further to where her hand was obviously pleasuring their son. Looking back at Lydia, his eyes narrowed as he saw the blissful look on her face. Reaching across his body he groped her tit and felt her pebble stiff nipple. With a growl that caught Kyle's attention, Frank pulled at the hem of her tank top until it slid up and her tits popped out.

Lydia felt her chest swell and her aching nipples begged for attention. She turned to look at her son, who was staring down at her exposed chest and then his eyes looked up at his father.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Her husband's finger circled her nipple, causing her flesh to contract on the pink ring that surrounded the stiff tip.

"Yeah," Kyle replied in awe.

"She wants you to touch her," Frank said, his own hand cupping her right breast. "Go ahead, feel her."

Lydia's heart swooned and her pussy gushed as her son took her left breast in his hand, swiping her stiff nipple with his thumb.

"You like that, don't you baby? You like your son and your husband touching you at the same time, huh?"

Lydia could only nod emphatically. She was creaming steadily now. She knew her panties were stained with all that was leaking out of her. The cocks in her hand were harder than ever before as the two men caressed her body. .She could feel every pulse of their heartbeats, sensed every dirty thought as the flesh in her hands throbbed in response.

Frank turned her head so that she was looking at him and he twisted himself so that he could lower his face to hers and kiss her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it like she was giving him head. Then her husband pulled back and he looked to Kyle. Her son looked from her to his father. When Frank nodded, he leaned down for his own kiss.

Lydia tried to put every ounce of love and desire in that kiss, hoping she could transmit how happy and turned on she was. Kyle responded in kind, his eager tongue exploring as much of her mouth as he could manage from his awkward angle. Before it was through she felt herself being lifted up.

Breaking the kiss she opened her eyes to see that Frank had pulled the blanket off their laps and now her hands full of hard cock were out in the open for all to see. Frank had pulled her up so now she was sitting up fully and then he was turning her to face their son. Letting go of her husband, she let him guide her so that her face was being pushed into her son's lap.

In the shifting light of the television Lydia watched her son's member fill her vision. The shine of her spittle gleaming in the dim room on his shaft, it wavered as he flexed in anticipation of what was about to happen. Her mouth watered as she knew in a moment she would be tasting her own son.

Kyle gasped as his mother opened wide and took him inside. She savored his humid flesh and pushed her tongue against every inch she could reach, moaning with pleasure as she tasted him. Frank pulled on her leg and maneuvered her onto her knees, her ass now up in the air. His thick fingers rubbed her gash through the boy shorts, staining them even more as the copious flow of liquids drenched them.

She groaned loudly, transmitting her excitement to her son through his cock lodged between her lips, as her husband peeled the cotton material away from her slit and slid two fingers into her. Frank laughed lightly as a tremor shook her body, a telltale sign of a mini orgasm.

"Oh yeah, you're a good mother," Frank said. "Isn't she, son?"

Lydia could feel him nod as his hands slipped over her head and held her in place as he began to move himself in and out of her mouth. Frank pulled his fingers out and she knew what was coming next. Like a rehearsed ballet, she reached back and pulled at her ass cheek and opened herself for the thick cock that was going to penetrate her. A second later she felt her husband's familiar dick push past her petals and settle deep inside.

"Oh that's it, baby," he sighed. He pushed her forward so that only the head of his cock was lodged between her lips and then he pulled her back. Now Kyle's cock was barely in her mouth. Over and over he rocked her back and forth so that she was always losing one cock but being drilled by the other.

Lydia was cumming nonstop and her thighs were sticky where the wetness had spilled out of her. Kyle had reached down and was squeezing her tits, kneading the flesh gently and pinching her nipples. With each grope she felt herself gush a bit more.

Frank's steady pace was picking up and now she was pushing back hard against him. He pushed her forward hard and she took Kyle deeper and deeper. Grabbing onto her son's thighs, she stopped her body from rocking back and she worked him into her throat, her nose pressed into his wiry pubic hairs. Frank was forced to move forward and he began to drive himself home into her body, her ass shaking with each thrust.

Kyle moaned as his cock was lodged in the tight space and was overcome by the entire unbelievable situation. Lydia felt his orgasm approach and caressed his hanging balls, urging him to unload. A moment later she felt his spurting seed shoot down her gullet and straight into her tummy. Coughing and spluttering, she pulled away and caught the last couple of spurts on her face.

Frank was ramming her battered pussy for all he was worth and shot a huge load, drenching her sugar walls with his jizz. He held himself fully embedded in her cunt and rotated his hips, stirring the sticky mess inside of her.

They pulled apart and collapsed on the couch, each one trying to regain their breath. For long moments the only sound was the television and their heavy breathing. Lydia told Kyle to get a wet washcloth and when he returned she cleaned herself up. Frank pulled his shorts up and let out a contented sigh.

"Oh wow," Kyle said, still in shock.

"Did that surprise you?" Frank asked his son.

"Yeah," Kyle replied earnestly. "But maybe it shouldn't have."

"What makes you say that?" Lydia asked, surprised.

"Well, I don't think that what happened here tonight is uncommon for this town."

Lydia turned to her husband in disbelief.

"I told you!" Frank said defensively.

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As Kyle was preparing popcorn, across town Jordan was knocking on Dot's bedroom door. He pushed it open and stepped in when his busty landlady bid him enter.

"Yes?" she said as she looked up from her book.

Jordan looked about her room, admiring the way her lamp shade bathed the room in a pink light. Perfume hung heavy in the air as everything in the room seemed to be permeated with the fragrance she wore regularly. It smelled of her and it was intoxicating. Turning to face her, his breath caught in his chest as he looked at her.

Dot was lounging in a silk robe that hung open. His eyes were drawn to her deep cleavage and the curve of her breasts where the material was pulled back. He remembered the night she'd taken him between those sweet tits and stroked his cock until he came all over her. The sight of her caused his cock to lurch and quickly grow.

"Oh," Dot said knowingly as his arousal did not escape her attention. "Did you want my underwear?" There was a hint of teasing in her voice and she returned his smile when he couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, I was kind of hoping for something else."

"Yeah? And what would that be?"

Jordan's palms became sweaty and his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. His mouth was suddenly dry and he couldn't look her in the eye. Why was this so difficult? 'Because it's perverted!' his mind screamed. 'You're a sicko!' Scrunching his eyes shut, he lowered his head and grabbed at his temples, trying to drive the voice away.

"You okay, slugger?" Dot asked. She pulled her robe closed and moved closer to him.

Jordan looked up and smiled sheepishly.

"Come here honey," she said and took his hand and brought him to the bed. She pulled at him until he lay back against her, her legs on either side of his body and the back of his head resting against her generous chest. Her fingers glided lightly through his hair, soothing him.

"You don't seem okay, darling," she said softly. "Is there something bothering you?"

Jordan sighed, not sure how to explain or if he even should. Dot continued to stroke his head, her fingers sliding down to his cheek and then his arms.

"I once worked for a club owner who was a complete asshole. Jamal Lankershim. Nothing ever seemed to make him happy. You'd think being surrounded by hot fucking girls day in and out that he'd have a better attitude. We all thought he was just mean spirited and that he got off on making us miserable. Some of the girls would throw him a pity fuck or a blowjob once in a while in hopes that it would help, but it never did. For the longest time we just thought he was mean through and through.

"Then on my last night in the club, after everyone had gone home it was just him and I. He offered me a drink and I don't know why, I accepted. We talked for hours and as he got drunker, he became nicer. Like I was finally seeing the real person at last, not just the asshole he showed the rest of the world.

"He asked me what I liked in bed. I told him and then I asked him what he liked. I swear it took him ten minutes to finally work up the courage to say it out loud. He liked his asshole to be played with. He wasn't gay, he certainly didn't want a man, but he wanted to be rimmed and to have a woman finger him there.

"But he couldn't ask any woman for it. He couldn't bring himself to believe that any woman would do that for him. On top of that, he hated himself for wanting it. He thought he was sick for liking it. He guessed that he must have been molested as a kid or something, but he couldn't remember anything, but that was the excuse he'd made for himself for his depravity."

Dot's voice trailed off and Jordan sat in the silence.

"So did you do it for him?"

"Oh no," Dot laughed. "That wasn't my thing and I didn't like Jamal nearly enough to even throw him a pity fuck. No, but a couple of days later I got a call from one of the girls at the club. As she was complaining about Jamal I told her what he'd said. The next day I got another call from the same girl and now Jamal was as happy as a purring kitten."

Dot shifted to the side and turned his head so that she could see his face. Jordan looked up at her, most of her face blocked by her tit that dominated his view.

"People want what they want, okay? There's no right or wrong in wanting. How you go about getting it is important, but the wanting is not bad. Do you understand?"

Jordan nodded slowly, letting her words sink in. Still, he felt as if Dot knew what he wanted, she might think differently. His lust for his mother was unnatural and it would kill her to know the truth. Even when he was with Dot he thought of his mother Tracy.

"You told Jamal what you liked in bed?" Jordan asked after a time. "What did you tell him?"

"Oh my, I guess I opened the door for that one, didn't I?" she laughed. "I tell you what, if I tell you my secret, will you tell me yours?"

Jordan thought for a moment and then nodded. His eyes closed as he luxuriated in her attention. The smell of her so close to him was soothing and exciting at the same time. It was like he was drifting in another plane of existence.

"I don't know if my kink is all that unusual, I've never asked another woman about it to be honest." She paused for a moment and her hands slid across his chest. "You see, I like a bit of pain."

Jordan shifted and tried to look at her, but she shushed him and settled him back down.

"Not just any pain mind you," she continued. "I like it when my breasts are squeezed really hard, but I have to be in the right mood for it. I like for them to be pinched until I can't take it anymore. And not just the nipples, all over my tits. There's something about the pain that makes me crazy hot. I come like gangbusters from it.

"The problem is finding the right kind of man to do it for me. Some men think because I like that kind of pain I like other things. I made the mistake once or twice and found out the guy I was with was a real asshole who then treated me like shit because of it, thinking they were pleasing me. Not sure why that happens, but since then I've been very careful about who I let in on that." She laughed, her musical, delightful laugh. "God, it's been years since I let anyone do that."

"Don't you bruise up or something?"

"Oh god yes," Dot sighed happily. "And they ache for days after. It's strange, but even that is heavenly. I'd walk around and my girls would be black and blue and no one knew. I'd be riding a low voltage high all throughout the day. My pussy would buzz each time I'd touch them and the pain would come back, reminding me.

"I had one lover who only did it the one time. When he saw my tits the next day he was horrified about what he'd done. He couldn't bring himself to touch me that night and he never pinched them hard again. I think I scared him."

"Wow, I never imagined," Jordan said.

"See? Because people are afraid of what turns them on. We're all stuck inside our own heads, never truly understanding one another or even ourselves, sometimes. Lots of people walk around acting normal, but inside they are a scared little kid afraid of rejection and ridicule. But when you find someone you can open up to, truly be honest with, it's a magical thing. First you have to be honest with yourself though."

Jordan thought about what she'd said. It seemed so perfect what she described. Could he find someone who would understand him and not think less of him? He hoped that he would. After a time he realized that Dot was waiting for him to keep his part of the bargain. Laying next to her, his head cradled by her bosom as she touched him lightly, he figured there was no safer place to be to tell someone his secret.

"I love my mother," he began. Dot's hand's paused for a second, her fingers stopping their glide through his sandy hair before continuing on again.

"Yes?"

"I have-" he paused, gathering his courage, "sexual fantasies about her. All of the time. I can't help it. I started stealing her underwear to help me cope."

"Is it your mother specifically? Or is it the 'idea' of someone having sex with their mother?"

Jordan had the vague feeling he was in therapy. Her tone was calm, controlled; as if nothing he said would have phased her.

"The idea of incest turns me on some, I guess."

"But do you think you'd want her if she wasn't your mom?"

"Oh yes," Jordan said quickly.

"Does the fact that she is your mother turn you on even more?"

"Yes," he answered, his voice dropping to a near whisper.