Chapter 6: You Know You Want It
#6 of All In the Family
Chapter 6: You Know You Want It
Sixty-eight days. That's how long it had been since John and Debra had touched each other. That was the number of days since the last time they made love, and even then, it had been half-assed.
John hadn't been able to get it up. He said it was because he was overworked, but Debra knew it why: it was because every time John touched her, every time John kissed her or fucked her . . . he was really thinking of his stepdaughter. One time, he had even whispered Tammy's name! He thought Debra hadn't heard, and though she pretended she hadn't, she had. After that night, she never let John touch her again, always making up an excuse that she, too, was too tired or that she had a headache or "Baby, I think we're out of rubbers and Tammy's been borrowing my birth control . . ."
That Saturday morning, as John and Debra came in the front door laughing from their brunch with the Kennedys, they had frozen in the foyer and stared at each other: they could hear shrieking, grunting, and moaning coming from the kitchen. It was obvious one of their kids had a fuck buddy over.
"I bet it's Tammy," John whispered darkly at once. He moved past his wife and hung up his jacket. Debra saw him check his wristwatch. "God, she has to get her rocks off at eleven in the morning?"
Debra scowled and jammed her fists on her hips. "Why is it always automatically Tammy! How the hell do you know that it isn't David --"
"Because your daughter is a fucking slutbag whore, that's why!" John hissed, his entire body tensing.
Debra gasped shrilly and just stared at him: he had never spoken in such a way about Tammy!
John took a deep breath and bowed his head, pinching the flesh between his eyes. "That's -- that's not what I meant -- Debra, honey!" he called when his wife stormed off toward the kitchen, intent on proving him wrong.
When Debra got to the doorway, she halted at what she saw, and she heard John halt at her side. David had Tammy up on the counter and was smearing spilled honey on her vagina and eating it off! Tammy, meanwhile, was naked except for her sky blue socks, and she was touching herself, moaning, and massaging her own breasts.
Standing there as if someone had smacked her, Debra heard John moan and looked quickly at him: her husband was hard! David seemed to hear John too: he looked around and quickly stopped his advances on Tammy. It took Tammy a little longer, but eventually, she saw her parents as well and screamed. Unable to stop herself, Debra took a halting step into the kitchen and smacked Tammy hard across the face. She heard John hurry out behind her. His keys jingled as he grabbed them, and the front door slammed behind him. They could hear the car starting up. David tried to leave too, but Debra grabbed his arm.
"Take your paws off me, Debra," David warned. "What have you been told about keeping your paws off children?"
"Shut up, you spoiled brat!" Debra hissed, her cheeks coloring up: she had gotten as aroused as her husband after seeing David's tongue working away at her daughter. She felt her juices gushing in her panties, and seeing David sniffing her scent with derisive blue eyes, she suddenly smacked him.
"Mom!" Tammy wailed.
Debra looked at her daughter. Tammy had pulled her nightgown over her breasts and was hugging it to her naked body. She was so slender and beautiful: the flawlessness of her curves and lush white fur was too good to be true. Debra had glimpsed Tammy's breasts, and they were nicer, higher and far perkier than her own. She remembered John's sudden erection, and grabbing her daughter by the ear with a flash of jealousy, she dragged her down from the counter and shoved her toward the door, growling for her to go wash herself and that she'd better learn to keep her legs shut if she didn't want to ruin that size two waist.
David was incensed when Tammy broke down sobbing and ran out. His chest heaved and he took a halting step toward his stepmother. "You didn't have to do that!"
Debra put her paws on her hips. "I won't be judged by children! You get the fuck out of my sight before I --"
"Before you what?" David whispered, narrowing his eyes in great amusement on his stepmother. "Before you pin me down and hop on my dick? Don't pretend you've never wanted this. I've seen you looking at me, Debra. You want this right now!"
Debra took a halting step back, her skirt flaring around her thighs. David smiled: she was afraid of him! And she should have been: he was a head taller than his little stepmother. Debra was nothing more than an older version of short little Tammy, except her face hadn't the same youthful chubbiness around the cheeks, her waist was thicker, and her breasts were huge. She was wearing a pretty blue blouse with soft ruffles on the cuffs of the sleeves and around her heaving cleavage. Her silky skirt was a dark pink, and her high heels were the same light blue color as her blouse. Her long white mane, meanwhile, was pulled up in an elegant bun, and she was still wearing her white visor from the business golf and brunch.
"S-Stop talking to me like this and go to your room," Debra said, trying to compose herself, but David kept advancing, his head tilted down, his eyes rolled up and filled with a dark mischief.
"David!" Debra cried, obviously frightened now. She clicked quickly toward the wide glass doors that opened on the back veranda and unto the yard and the pool. With her long pink nails, she could barely open the doors. David laughed at her but took his time advancing. Debra managed to get the doors open at last and staggered out onto the veranda, where lawn chairs sat in a row, striped yellow and white and pulled out so their occupants could recline. She backed slowly toward the chairs, not knowing what she would do. Running down those wooden steps in these heels would be murder.
"David, if you come near me, I'll scream! I'll scream so loud --"
But they both paused when they heard the shower roaring loud against the bathroom window upstairs: Tammy would not be coming to rescue her mother. Nor would any neighbors: down in the suburban valley, every house practically had its own neighborhood.
Smiling darkly, David made a playful snatch at his stepmother. She gave a soft little shriek, dodging his fingers as she clicked backward in her heels. She shielded her breasts with one arm, and seeing them so nicely smashed together made David pitch a tent in his boxers. Debra was horrified at this and fumbled to cover herself up. David kept up his playful snatching and managed to grab her sleeve. The fabric ripped loudly and he saw Debra's pink bra strap sink over her shoulder. Debra tried to turn and flee, but David lunged the space between them and grabbed her arm, forcing her around. Her mane tossed loose from its bun, and her long earrings swung. She gave another soft scream when he ripped the front of her blouse open. Her lacey pink bra was bare to the sunlight. She clutched the fragments of her blouse to her breasts and tripped back until she suddenly fell in the lawn chair.
David pounced on her, pinning her down by the neck as his other paw sought to get that bra off. Debra sobbed and shrieked and protested, strands falling loose in her eyes, but the bra was eventually pulled up and over her tits. They shivered free and David squeezed them, sighing to himself that his fingers were sinking in their softness. They were so goddamned big and blushing, it was unbelievable. He gently smacked them back and forth, watching as the nipples trembled. She was grimacing and red in the face, and her glossy lips were so pretty: he wanted to stick his cock in them but knew there was no time.
"David, l-look at me --"
"I'm lookin'," David said, leaning down to give her pink nipple a tender suck.
"I'm your mother! Your mother for god's s-sake! Don't d-do this --" But she gave a shrill sigh of delight when he started smacking his lips on her nipple and rolling his tongue against it, his gulping sounds loud against the twitter of distant birds.
"Oh, Mommy," David whispered, squeezing and flexing his fingers in her other tit as he sucked her. "I love your titties, Mommy! Will I love the rest of you?"
"David -- n-no!"
"Debra, stop pretending -- ah, yes, here it is!"
Debra screamed again when she felt his fingers fumbling with her panties. He was kneeling between her legs, still pinning her down by the neck as he explored her, and she in turn was wriggling under him, her shapely legs in the air, her little high heels kicking as she fought him. He sank his paw into her pink panties and sighed to himself when his fingers found her clit and those hot, moist, and swollen pussy lips. He massaged her clit a moment, watching her glossy red lips gasping, watching her pretty eyes flutter with pleasure even as she protested. Suddenly impatient to see this mysterious place, he threw her skirts up and yanked her panties roughly until they tore. Debra cried out again when her moist, hot sex was blasted by the cool air. She blushed as David smiled down at her pussy, then stammered out another protest when he pulled his cock out of his boxers.
"D-David, wait -- ahhhhh! Oh, g-god!"
David sank himself in hard and fast, and putting one of those little high heels over his shoulder, he leaned down, buried his face in those big tits, and fucked his stepmother hard. Her breasts slapped him from the brutality of the thrusts, but she started panting shrilly, gasping, giving little screams of delight as her pussy throbbed wetter and deeper to admit him. She clenched her fingers on his shoulders and dug in her nails as she panted for more. Then suddenly, her eyes hooded in her ecstasy, she closed her mouth over David's and gave him her tongue.
David kissed her back in triumph, giving it to her harder and faster the wetter she became, loving those big titties slapping against him and the way her strong thigh clung to his shoulder as he rode her. He fucked her so hard that she finally came: her glossy juices spilled over his cock and seeped down his balls. He withdrew and came against her thigh with a grimace. Then he stood over her. She was sagged in the chair, her mane in her eyes, her big tits heaving through the shreds of her blouse. She was a rumpled and tattered mess. But she was smiling.
David smiled too: he was very aware that his father hadn't touched Debra for months. Debra had been itching for it. There was no denying it.
Debra relaxed a moment and closed her eyes, still smiling to herself. When she spoke again, her voice was a purr, "Oh, David."
"I know," David said, slipping his dick back in his boxers. "I'm better than my father. And if I had the time, I'd fuck you again."
Debra looked up: faced with the sight of her gorgeous body in its torn clothing, his dick was threatening to get hard all over again. She could see it twitching a little behind the fabric. She wanted suddenly to suck it, and feeling a rush of guilt, her cheeks flamed up.
"We can't . . . let your father . . . find out . . ." Debra panted.
David rolled his eyes. "As if I'm gonna walk right up my dad and say, 'Gee, Dad, guess what? I fucked your wife!' He'd deck me in half ah second."
"Just trying to let you know we should be careful," moaned Debra, sitting up. Her mane fell in her eyes again and she pushed it back, eying David with a little smirk.
Her eyes traced up and down David's body, and he knew what she was thinking: he was just a younger version of his father: the same dark gray fur, the same mane with its slight curls, and the same derisive blue eyes. But he had the hot blood, the twenty-erections-in-a-day of a seventeen-year-old, and she knew that once they were alone together again, there would be no getting David down.
"And don't let Tammy find out either," David said, shrugging one shoulder uncomfortably. "It'd kill her if she knew."
Debra smiled, amused by David's concern for her daughter's feelings. She nodded and leaned back in the lawn chair again. Closing her eyes, she gestured for David to go: she had a bathing suit over in the pool house that she could slip into before Tammy came down and saw her mother in rags.
David nodded but didn't move: Debra was lying there with her leg bent, the sharp heel of her glossy high heel stabbing in the plastic folds of the lawn chair. She put her arms behind her head, and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He suddenly wished he could convince Tammy to wear high heels as he was fucking her.
Debra laughed at her stepson's staring and gestured again for him to go. He did that time, thinking with a grin of how pissed his father would be if he ever found out. John was always drooling over Tammy, after all, and David had had them both!