"Wh-what-oh-what-what are you doing-H- Heather-stop-and Timothy-oh God-what are you doing to me-" Rachel Woodling came awake with agonized, though still half-drugged suddenness. With both hands she tried to push the redhead away, but Heather at once seized her wrists and pinned them beyond her head as she stared smirkingly down at her detested stepmother.
"You liked it, didn't you, you opportunistic bitch? I could feel your tittiebud getting nice and hard. Were you having a wet dream, Mummy?" she mocked the trembling, half-naked brunette.
"For God's sake-why are you doing this to me- Heather, stop it, let me go-and your brother-that camera-"
"Yes, Mummy," Heather mocked in the crooning words one might use to a child, "we're making home movies tonight of you, Mummy. They're going to be real hot ones, and maybe Daddy will enjoy them, Maybe he'll find out that you're just a low bitch who saw her chance to snare a nice decent guy and take him for all he's worth. Well, Timmy and I aren't going to stand for It. We don't want you here, Mummy, and we want to make ourselves perfectly clear about it."
"But you must be insane, Heather!" Rachel struggled ineffectually, trying to free her captive wrists, twisting herself onto one side, her magnificent naked breasts jiggling with the exertion. "If I told your father-"
"Ah, but you won't, Mummy," Heather viciously countered as she bent down and noisily sucked the other nipple to the accompaniment of the victim's horrified gasp and frantic squirming. "He'd take our word before he'd take yours, Rachel, and don't you forget it. After Grace died, we had him all to ourselves, till you came along."
"But you're wrong, Heather dear-please-let's talk about this sensibly-I-I understand how you must feel, both of you. But I'm not taking him away from you. I want to love him and help him and comfort him-"
"Sure, but he can get what you've got from any whore, and that doesn't mean he has to bring her into this house and cram her down our throats," Heather angrily interrupted. "Maybe, after we get through with you tonight, Rachel, you'll get the message. Maybe you'll have brains enough to pull out. You've got your shop, you won't starve. And you can always find some guy to fuck you If you get too squirmy at night. It doesn't have to be Daddy. Are you going to listen to reason?"
"Of course I'm not-you must be insane, both of you-stop it, Heather!"
"Make me, bitch!" the redhead taunted as she spat into Rachel's contorted face. "Come help me with her, Timmy! We can get more movies later, better ones once we have her peeled down raw and ready for what she's going to get!"
"Sure, Sis!" the boy hoarsely agreed. His hands trembled as he set the movie camera back down on the chair, and then hurried over to the bed to grip Rachel's ankles as she began to kick and thresh against Heather's hold.
"That's right, "Timmy! Tonight you're going to lose your cherry, and with your own dear sweet Mummy!" Heather purred. "And I'll just bet she's such a hot bitch she goes for it two ways. Dad said you'd been divorced for a long time, but I'll just bet you're a switch-hitter, aren't you, Rachel?"
"Oh please-this is dreadful-you'll be sorry for this In the morning-be sensible, both of you, please! Let me up, let's discuss our problem in a rational way-"
"My, she's educated, tool" Heather jeered. Then her head bowed down again and her tongue laired the deep narrow cleft of her stepmother's velvety navel Rachel writhed, tilting back her head, her eyes dilated and glistening with tears of shame and despair. "See what I told you, Timmy? She's starting to get her kicks just from me-she's a switch-hitter, no two ways about it. But don't worry about it, Rachel, you'll get fucked too, you'll get all the sex you want tonight!"
"Maybe I ought to have got one of Dad's safes, though," her brother nervously volunteered.
"You stupid creep, didn't I tell you Rachel's on the pill? I found a bottle in her bathroom. Wouldn't you rather put that horny cock of yours right into her cunt so you could feel it Instead of using a rubber like the jack-off you are?" his sister flung at him.
"Hell, yes, I sure would, Heather!" the blond youth hoarsely panted, lecherously grinning at his stepmother's contorted face as he dug his fingernails sadistically into her slim ankles. "You mean, it's okay with you if I really fuck Mummy tonight?"
"I'll bet it'll be all right with Mummy, too, Timmy," Heather jeered as again she leaned down to gloat over Rachel's frantic, yet stunned helplessness. "Tear her pants off right now so you can see what you're going to get into!"
"No-my God-this is wrong of you, Heather-what have I ever done to you to make you both turn against me so? Oh my God, please be sensible, I beg of you-oh no-stop it-don't rip them off-oh God!" Rachel pleaded brokenly as she jerked and twisted in vain. The blond adolescent, releasing her ankles suddenly, had seized the waistband of the pajama pants and ripped them with all his strength in a downward tugging motion that yanked them down to expose the thickly fleeced mount of their mature victim.
Rachel uttered a shriek of shame and dismay to find herself so exposed, and instinctively twisted onto one side, clenching her thighs to shield the most vulnerable part of her naked body. With the pajama tops open and yawning, and the remnants of the pants twisted about her lower calves, she was even more salaciously desirable than had she been completely nude. The boy's eyes glittered with savage desire at the smooth flow of thigh and hip and side, at the heaving pear globe of her firm beautiful breast.
"She's gonna fight once I try to poke her, though, Heather!" he observed, scowling and scratching his head as he planned a course of action.
"Look over there on the night table, Timmy! See that bottle? That's her sleeping pills. Take a look and see what it says, and hurry. Well now, Mummy, you can really see how your children appreciate you, can't you? We're going to take good care of you tonight, so you won't miss what Daddy's been giving you-you low, conniving bitch you!" Heather hissed. Mockingly, she bent her head and quickly sank her teeth into the ripe, juicy flesh of Rachel's upturned bare shoulder, then pinched the brunette's wrists to emphasize her domination: "I have to give you credit, bitch, you're stacked, you really are. Why, if that shop of yours goes on the rocks, I'll bet you could earn plenty peddling that hairy snatch you've got between your long legs! You're even getting me sort of randy, Mummy. "Then to her brother, "Come on, you creep, what does it say on the bottle?"
"Hey, quit calling me names, Heather, I'm helping do what you want, aren't I?" young Timothy whiningly complained as he squinted at the plastic bottle. "It says Secondal, 5 mg., that's what it says, Heather."
"That's just perfect!" His red-haired sister enthused. "It's a sleeping pill and it's just about medium strength. Now you just pop two into Mummy's mouth, and that'll make her nice and comfy while she's getting fucked, so she won't fight you too much. After all, little brother, it'll be your first time with a bitch, so I'm helping you make it easy for yourself so you can prove what a man you really are-or at least the way you've been blowing off your mouth to me. Go on, take two pills out of that bottle and stick them In Mummy's mouth right now!"
"Oh no-Heather-this is insane-oh my God-let me go-I promise I won't say anything about this, but please, both of you, don't do this dreadful thing to me-I've never hurt either of you, I want to be friends so badly-"
"Oh I just know you do, Mummy," Heather broke in with a sneer. "But after all, fucking is the closest way of getting to be friends that I know of, so don't fight it. Okay, here are your pills, Mummy, open wide! Open wide, you bitch, or I'll pinch your nose shut and yank out some of those thick black hairs where little brother wants to get in!" For the blond adolescent had bent over Rachel from the other side of the bed, grinning, his face flushed with sexual excitement as his eyes swept her squirming nakedness.
Rachel twisted over onto her back, then rolled over onto the other side, but Heather seized her by the shoulders and forced her down on her back, then knelt on her belly, drawing a strangled cry of pain from her mature victim. "Pinch her nose shut with one hand, Timmy, she'll have to swallow," she exhorted her brother as she continued to grip Rachel's slim wrists.
Frantic with shame and despair, her eyes glassy and bulging, Rachel Woodling twisted her face to one side and compressed her mouth with all her strength. But young Timothy applied left thumb and forefinger to her sensuous nostrils, pinching them cruelly shut, as with his other thumb and forefinger he readied the two red pills to drop into her mouth the moment she should be forced to breathe.
Rachel Woodling groaned, then arched her belly upwards, kicking out desperately with her long svelte legs, till the tattered pajama pants were disengaged and fluttered to the floor. Her eyes glassy and hugely dilated, she fought against this final outrage, but at last her mouth opened and young Timothy promptly dropped in the two pills and then clamped his palm over her instantly closing mouth before she could expel them. Now, his other hand fondling her panting throat, be crooned: "C'mon, Mummy, swallow them down like a good bitch, you'll feel lots better for your fuck, c'mon, Mummy gal!"
With a strangled gasp, Rachel found that she could not halt the pills and felt them descend, and then a bitter, annihilating agony took hold of her. She turned her face to one side and closed her eyes, almost abandoning herself. Tears edged from under her fluttering lids, and her magnificent naked breasts rose and fell in violent agitation at the knowledge that she was utterly at their mercy.
"Give her a couple of minutes to let the pills take hold, and she'll be back in slumber land, and then you can really ride her saddle, Timmy," Heather sibilantly exulted. "But first, I'm going to get her sexy for you, little brother. Don't say your big sister never helped you out, just remember!"
With this, the voluptuous young redhead felinely crouched at Rachel's right side, nodding to her brother to hold the victim's wrists. As he did so, his glittering eyes laving the swelling pears of his stepmother's naked bosom, Heather maneuvered herself atop Rachel, her hands gripping the brunette's hips, and lasciviously began to rub the tip of her pert pink tongue over the satiny olive-sheened waist, just below Rachel's shuddering bosom.
"Ohhh-G-God-oh no-don't do this to me-it's shameful-it's cowardly-why do you hate me so, rm not going to take him away from you, truly I'm not- oh please, H-Heather, don't-don't let your brother see you and me this way-oh no-aahhh-oh my God-"
Her voice was hoarse, interspersed sobs and gasps, because she had not yet fully recovered from her torpor, and now the double dose of sleeping pills had begun its insidious effect. Even though she writhed and twisted, her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, lacking strength and purpose. Her eyes stared, blurred not only by her tears but also by shadows that were beginning to close in upon her again. And now, Heather, her fingernails gouging into Rachel's naked hips, was licking Rachel's belly, prodding her tongue into the soft hollow of the navel, flicking and rasping it in the most cajoling, salacious manner.
"Mmmmm, you taste good, Mummy!" the redhead purred, glancing up to grin at the half-conscious naked victim. "Don't go to sleep just yet, you'll miss all the fun. I want you to know what's happening even though you can't do a damn thing about it, bitch. But you're a hot piece, I'll give you that. I can feel your very skin crawling, and you just wait till I get down to where it tickles the most, Mummy!"
With this, Heather again bowed her head, moving slightly down as she maintained her crouching, possessive hold over the naked, helpless brunette. Now her tongue glided over the lower abdomen, where the soft black growth of the thick, verdant pubis began, while young Timothy watched fascinatedly, his lips parted, his chest heaving, and his penis frenzied in its swollen erection.
"Hold her tight, now, Timmy boy," his sister hissed, "because she's going to get awfully squirmy in a jiffy!" So saying, she bowed her head again and this time her tongue flicked over the twitching pink lips of Rachel Woodling's vulva.
The victim's naked body arched and writhed, her free leg kicking up into the air, then the heel digging into and scuffing the rumpled bed. Rachel's face turned from side to side, her nostrils flaring and shrinking, her mouth gaping in panting little whimpering cries. Heather glanced up triumphantly, scanning the effect of her obscene homage to her stepmother's nakedness. And then again she dipped her head, and this time her lips fastened in a sucking, prolonged, moist kiss full against the helplessly offered mount of Venus.
"Jeez! I'm going nuts here, Heather, lemme at her!" the blond youth groaned as he followed this perverse wooing.
"Just hold your gism back a bit, little brother," Heather jeered as she looked up and made a face at him; "I'm just getting her cunt nice and juicy and oiled for that rod of yours. I've got an interest in this myself, you know. You've been bragging what a cock-smith you are even though you're cherry, and now I want to see for myself what that cock of yours can do once it gets inside a real live snatch!"
And once again she bent her head and applied a prolonged, noisy smacking kiss to Rachel Woodling's quivering, palpitating vulva.
As she ended it, she slyly prodded her tongue tip against the victim's clitoris, and even though by this time Rachel Woodling's body was already lax with oncoming sleep, the convulsive jerking spasm which made her writhe fitfully and utter a feeble cry attested to the degree of sexual arousal to which Heather had so cynically and maliciously brought her detested stepmother.
"I think that'll just about do it, Timmy. Now then, you get on top of her and stick it into her cunt, and I'll get the camera and then you'll really have a stag movie to show your pals!" Heather straightened, crawled back towards her brother and gripped the slim wrists which the blond adolescent eagerly relinquished. Mad with rut by this time, he flung himself atop his stepmother, kneeing apart her feebly struggling thighs, his hands clutching her panting naked breasts, as he felt the tip of his penis enter the moist, palpitating lips of her womanhood. Heather, kneeling up, hands on her thighs, her eyes blazing, peered down at her brother to assure herself that the cohesion was being made.