Betty stretched out on the bed. She started her story at the very beginning. “When you were five, Billy, and you were six, Joan, we lived in Midville. Your father had taken you to a movie and I went to get some clothes off the line. Two teens pointed a gun at me and took me to the garage and raped me. When it was all over they ran away and left their clothes and your father came home and found me putting my clothes back on in the garage. He didn’t know what had happened and I couldn’t tell him. Somehow it all got blocked out of my mind.
“All I knew was that I’d been on the blanket with two guys and I had enjoyed it. I couldn’t tell your father that but he saw the guys’ clothes and the next day he heard about the guys going home without any clothes. They told their parents that some woman had made them undress and raped them.
“Your father moved here, thinking that getting away from Midville would help but I still couldn’t remember. He believed I had raped those guys and it just grew between us until we just couldn’t live with it anymore.”
“Is that all, Mom?” asked Billy. “Is that all that happened?”
“Don’t you think that was enough?” asked Betty. “For over ten years I’ve been getting all hot and bothered everytime I saw a teen and I didn’t know why until Eddie Somner was cutting the grass Saturday. I kind of blackmailed him into bed and I remembered that I’d had teens before him. Since then I’ve been remembering a little more everytime I thought about it.” She placed her palms over her breasts. “Now I remember it all.”
“That’s not so bad,” commented Joan. “Did you really screw Eddie?”
“Joan!” said Billy.
“It’s all right, Billy,” said Betty. “Yes, Joan. He gave me a good roll in the hay.”
“With somebody like Jack I don’t think I’ll ever want anybody else,” said Joan.
“Yes. He’s a good one,” mumbled Betty to herself.
“What?” asked Joan.
“I’m sorry, darling. You left him so hot and bothered Sunday night I just had to help him out.”
“Mom! Do you mean you fucked my boyfriend,” laughed Joan.
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, my God. Don’t be sorry. He really has a good cock. I don’t think there could ever be a better cock in the world.” Joan’s hand strayed over to feel the wet hair growing above her mother’s cunt.
“Is he better than me?” asked Billy.
“God, Billy. Have you been fucking Joan?” asked Betty.
Billy hung his head.
“Sure, Mom,” said Joan. “Jack used to get me hot and I’d go to Billy’s bed to get cooled off.” She giggled at the thought.
“Was today the first time you let Jack screw you?” asked Betty.
“Yes, this afternoon. We went out to his uncle’s farm and parked down by the river. Mom, I didn’t know what I’d been missing.”
Betty eased Joan’s gown up and put her hand over her daughter’s pussy. “You poor darling. It must have hurt.” She patted Joan’s cunt lightly.
“Not really. He worked it in real slow and didn’t give it all to me until I got used to it. I’m a little sure but it’s all right.” She turned toward Betty. “I won’t lie to you. His cock filled me up. When he pulled it out and all his stuff and my stuff came gushing out I thought my belly was caving in.” She giggled again.