Then suddenly, Liz heard Natalie's voice let out a sharp laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was the young bleached blond doing now, she wondered.

"Tell me you want me to suck it! Tell me again," she heard Natalie tease.

"I said to suck it! Fuck it with your mouth," Kevin's voice grew more insistent. "Oooohhhhh, lick it with your tongue! Swirl your tongue around it like you always do."

"Yuuummmmm," the wet lapping and sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.

"Now raise up your ass," she heard Kevin's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours. Let me fuck you with my fingers." The throat was getting raspy. "Oh, sweetheart, loosen your lips and let me slide my hot prick in farther. I want to push it down your throat!" he blurted, and his mother bent back, her legs feeling slack but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum, I want you to drink it, do you hear? Suck it and drink it!"

Liz felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but her sleep had left her not at all that far gone. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his lust-bloated cock inside Natalie's full-lipped mouth, and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his swollen prick, sucking on it! Those words blazed in flaming letters across her consciousness. She had to leave right now. There was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long auburn hair cascading like an iridescent robe over her nightgown, and suffered with the image of that long thick reddened cock fucking into the young girl's wetly ovaled mouth, her bleach blond hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands.