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Subject: NEW CHAPTERS: RACHEL ROUNDHEELS  Chapter 18-19
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WARNING:  THE FOLLOWING STORY IS OF A GRAPHIC NATURE

AND INVOLVES SEXUAL SITUATIONS.  THE SUBJECT MATTER OF

THIS STORY REVOLVES AROUND INCEST, BONDAGE, SEX WITH

MINORS AND OTHER DEVIANT ACTIVITIES. IF YOU ARE

UNDERAGE OR WOULD BE OFFENDED BY SUCH A STORY,

PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.  

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For those of you that have read a posted story entitled "RACHEL

ROUNDHEELS" or "RACHEL, A SMALL TOWN SLUT" you may have

been as sad as I to see it end.  The story revolved around two young girls,

Rachel and Jesse, who got involved in incest, lesbianism and group sex.

The story had a scene where Jesse's parents groped each other while

watching the two girls having oral sex.  But nothing was ever done to

include Jesse's parents. 

Here are some additional chapters that I wrote last year that do.

These are not written by the original author so if you are archiving, please

make this a separate story onto itself and give proper credit to the author.

 











Rachel Roundheels - The Lost Chapters  by  Chili Pepper







CHAPTER 18



		"Rach, this is crazy. She'll never go for it!" Chris whispered as we

stood in the hallway outside his mother's bedroom door. Chris had a towel

around his waist and nothing else. I'd put my clothes back on.

		"Listen, I told you she was watching us. I'd told her we were going to

fuck and she came back to watch.  If you go in there and make a play for

her, she'll probably let you. Tell her about Jesse and your father if you

have to. You want to fuck her don't you?" 

		Chris's face looked tortured for a second. "Well, she is probably the

cutest mom in the neighborhood. But what if she gets mad at me?"

		"So what! What's she gonna do to you? Tell your father? I don't think

so. And if she does your afther won't be able to say anything. He's fucking

Jesse! Now go in there and be forceful and I'm sure you'll get what you

want."

		"You're right. What the hell! I'm gonna do it!" he turned, placed his

hand on the doorknob and taking a deep breath, he opened the door and

walked in.

		I heard a scrambling sound and then his mother's voice say, "Chris!,

what are you doing in here!?"

		"I came to talk to you, Mom.  I know you were watching Rachel and

me in my bedroom."

		"What are you talking about?" his mother stammered, the guilt more

than apparent in her voice.  "I just now got home."

		"And came right upstairs and got halfway undressed?  Mom, please,

don't lie. There's no reason to lie to me. I know you were watching." Chris

hestitated.  "That's why I left the door unlocked."

		I snuck a peek around the doorsill.  His mom was sitting on the bed,

the blouse she had been wearing was still on but it looked most of the

way unbuttoned; she was clutching it over her chest.  The skirt she had

been wearing, along with a pair of panties, were in a mound by the side of

the bed.  One of her shapely legs hung over the side of the bed, the other

was coiled up underneath her. She was looking intently at Chris.

		"What do you mean you left the door unlocked?" she asked.

		Chris sat down on the bed in front of her. "I mean, I wanted you to see

us. To see me." Chris lied expertly. "Me and Rach have been having sex

for some time and she told me about when you and Dad watched her and

Jesse. I've been thinking about you in a different way ever since." 

		His mom began to lose her flustered look.  I could tell her mind was

going a mile a minute as she thought about what her son had told her.

The deathgrip she had on her blouse loosened somewhat.

		"I see," she finally said. Their eyes were locked on each others and a

lot of unspoken information was being past, a lot of wants and desires. "Is

Rachel . . . still here?" she said slowly.

		"No, we finished and she went home."  There was another moment of

silence. 'He's got her! '  I thought to myself.

		"It looked like she took a lot out of you," Mrs. Marsh said, more of a

question than a statement, admitting her peeking for the first time.

		"I'm young, Mom. I can recover pretty quickly from that kind of

exertion," Chris boasted as he shifted on the bed.  Even from the doorway

I could see a tent forming under his towel.  It was obvious to his mom as

well. 

		"Chris, you know I've always tried to be a good mother to you.  I'd hate

for something to...happen..that might make you think differently.  I think

you're suggesting something that might dramatically change our

relationship."

		"I'll still love you, Mom..... just in a different way."  Chris added.  His

hand reached over and began stroking her leg.  Mrs. Marsh licked her dry

lips and swallowed as her son's hand stroked and kneaded her thigh. 

Chris moved closer to sit right in front of her.  He leaned over and kissed

her lips, quickly.  Then again and this time Mrs. Marsh responded, tilting

her head slightly, returning his kiss. It ended and Chris sat back to await

her decision.   

		"Chris, why don't you lock the door?" his mother said, letting her

blouse go, giving him a glimpse of her body.  I saw Chris look into the

folds of her shirt to see the half moons of her breasts and flat stomach

and maybe the darkness of her pubic patch down between her legs.   

		Chris got up off the bed and came toward the door as I ducked back

out of sight. The door closed and I heard the lock rattle. ' Dammit, I

wanted to see this! ' I thought as I went to my knees before the keyhole.

With one eye pressed against the hole I could make out a little but not

much. I had to get a better view somehow.

		Then I remembered the fake balcony that ran along the front of their

house on the second story. The upstairs bedroom windows opened on to

it. I ran back into Chris's room and opened his window as quietly as

possible. I crawled out onto the balcony which creaked under me. Down

the way I could see the window to his parent's bedroom. Light was spilling

out, so I knew the shade was up. I creeped down the balcony, testing my

footing carefully. As I drew near the window I could see that the window

was halfway open too. Excitedly, I looked in the window at the two family

members.



CHAPTER 19



		Chris's mom was sitting on the side of the bed, facing away from me

toward the door. Her head was arched toward the ceiling in obvious

pleasure. Chris was on his knees in front of her, his head was buried in

her open blouse, his arms around his mother's back. He was obviously

sucking her tits. As if to affirm my thoughts, his mother spoke. 

		"Chrisssss, that feels so good, baby, my nipples are getting so hard!" 

Her voice carried out to me with no problem; the summer night seemed to

magnify sounds.  Chris's hands roamed up to her shoulders and he

hooked his fingers in the collar and began pulling it down and off.  Mrs.

Marsh shrugged it off, leaving her totally naked before her young hunk

son.  Chris went back to sucking her tits, his hands now in front of her

body holding the jiggling mounds still for his tongue.  From my vantage

point I could see the swell of her left tit under her armpit; it looked like

she

had a fairly good sized pair.  She ran her fingers through her son's wavy

hair and stroked his muscular back as he nursed from her tits again after

so many years.

		Chris raised his head form her chest finally and brought his mouth up

to his mother's and they kissed tentatively at first, and then I could see

that Chris was getting or giving her some tongue as she held his head. 

This was really heating up. I slipped a hand down the front of my shorts

as I followed the action.

		Chris broke their kiss and pushed his mother backward. "Lay down,

Mom. I want to see your pussy."  Chris remained on his knees as his

mother fell back until she was resting on her elbows, looking down at her

son between her splayed legs. Now I could see that she had a pair of tits

slightly larger than mine; each was a nice handful capped by a small

areola with an inch long nipple.  A good part of each breast shimmered

with her son's saliva.  Her stomach was flat down to a slight bulge just

above her dark thick pussy mound.  

		Chris ran his hands on her inner thighs, looking down at her pussy

hotly. 

		"Oh, Chris, I feel so wicked laying here with my legs open like this. I

don't know whether to cry or smile."

		"You're loving this, Mom. Don't pretend that you're not. I want to taste

your pussy," Chris stated as his stroking hands came together on top of

her furry pubes, his thumbs down out of my sight, obviously coming close

to or finding her clit.

		"Oh, yes, Chris, go ahead, darling!" his mother encouraged him.  Her

hands were on her tits, her fingers pulling and pinching those long

nipples.  I watched as Chris brought his mouth down into her crotch. 

Mrs. Marsh jolted as his tongue found some sensitive area and her legs

tried to scissor up around his head.  He pushed them back open and

down.

		"Keep your legs open, Mom, I want you just like this!" Chris said as he

went back to eating her.  I could see Chris' nose buried in her muff as his

tongue wormed in or around her pussy.  He was looking up at his mother

as she tossed her head in delight.  My finger was swirling over my clit like

I imagined his tongue was over hers.  Mrs. Marsh was really getting hot;

she ran her right hand down her stomach and into her pubic patch as she

shifted and twisted her torso so her left elbow alone was keeping her

propped up. 

		Chris began moving his face back and forward rapidly and I imagined

he was fucking her with his tongue.  Mrs. Marsh brought her hand up and

gripped the top of his head, trying to keep his face in contact with her

moist mons. 

	"Aaaah, oh, baby, oh, your tongue is in me, oh, God, it feels good, it

feels, aaah, aahhh, uhhhhhnn!" Mrs. Marsh's back arched suddenly as

she shrieked in pleasure. Chris pressed her legs firmly down and kept

eating her as her juices drenched his tongue and lips. Mrs. Marsh fell to

her back on the bed, her body shivering in the throes of her orgasm. 

	I heard a car coming down the street, slowing as it neared the front of

the Marsh house.  I got as low as I could on the balcony in case it was Mr.

Marsh.  The car crawled past the driveway and turned into one across the

street.  I kept down until the people were inside their house.  Feeling it

was safe, I once again looked in the window.

	Chris had joined his mother up on the bed; he'd laid down on her right

side. She'd turn toward him on her side and their bodies were molded to

each other as they kissed again. Her arm was swung over his hip and she

was rubbing his lower back, her hand getting dangerously close to the

towel which somehow Chris had kept on all this time. Their kiss ended

and I heard Mrs. Marsh speak to her son.

	"Chris, that was really special. I don't think I ever felt that good

before."

	"I really enjoyed it too. You've really got a sexy body." Chris said before

kissing her neck. I could see her looking up at the ceiling, thinking about

her next move. 

	"How about I return the favor? Would you like that, Chris?" she said as

he looked into his eyes.  "I'll use my mouth on you, right now. It sounds

so dirty but I want to," Mrs. Marsh confessed. 

	"Say what you want to do to me, Mom." Chris said as he rose up on his

knees facing her. "Come on, I want to hear you say it."

	Mrs. Marsh actually blushed before she answered, "I want..to..suck your

dick."

	"That's one request that I can't say no to," Chris said as he pulled the

towel off and dropped it on the floor. His cock jutted up in front of him,

pointing at his mother as she raised herself up on her left elbow. Mrs.

Marsh stared at it for a moment like it was the first cock she'd ever seen.

She almost seemed to revere it. Slowly her right hand reached out and

rubbed one of his thighs, then went further up and cupped his hairy balls. 

	Chris moved closer, eager for the moment when she would start to suck

him. His dick was heading straight for her slightly parted lips.  But Mrs.

Marsh's right hand went up and pushed his dick up against his stomach

and held it there. I watched as she leaned forward and began licking his

nuts. Her long pink tongue swirled over his sac for several moments while

Chris crouched there with his hands on his hips. Then Mrs. Marsh sucked

one of  her son's nuts into her mouth and her cheeks sunk in as she tried

to swallow it or something. Chris loved that.

	"Fuck, aaahhh, hmmmmm." Chris gasped in awe of his sweet mother's

use of her mouth. She switched to his other nut and gave it a similar

going-over, dipping her pretty face under him to get her mouth around it.

All the time her right hand held his shaft pinned to his stomach, giving it a

good rubbing with her palm.

	"Oh, Mom, you could probably make me cum just doing this all night,"

Chris marvelled, "but I want you to suck me. We don't have all night," he

reminded her. She released his nut from her mouth and began nibbling

up the underside of his shaft. 

	"All good things come to those that wait," she whispered to him as

moved her body further up til she was propped up on her arm, her face

now up near the top of his cock. Chris ran his hands into her hair as she

let his shaft fall down to point up at her full lips. Her tongue reached down

and rimmed the crown of his purple head and Chris humped upward,

hoping he could lodge it in her mouth. It grazed her cheek leaving a trail

of slick pre-cum before she pulled it in line with her mouth and went down

on him with her mouth opened wide.

	"Uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnnnnn, aaaahhhhhh," Chris groaned as his dick

filled his mother's wet mouth.  I had a good profile view and her lips rode

all the way down his shaft until they hit her hand, then she slowly pulled

them back up, her son's veiny length now slick with her spit. My hand

began whipping my clit again, I knew I was going to get off watching the

prim and proper PTA mother suck her young son's boner. 

	"Hmmmm, suck it, Mom, thataway, God, you suck like a pro!" Chris

exclaimed as she worked on his cockhead with her lips and tongue.  "I

want to see you sucking me!" 

	Chris pulled her hair up in a bunch and looked down between their

bodies, as she pulled his dick down to an almost perpendicular angle as

she lowered her shoulders to keep her mouth in line. Chris must have

had a great view of his mother's lips wrapped around his cock as she

looked up at him.  Mrs. Marsh resumed her blowjob, alternating between

quick head bobbing and slow deep swallows where she held him long

periods. During those deep swallows I could see the tip of her tongue

sometimes appear between his shaft and her lower lip as she massaged

his girth with it. 

	After a particularly long deep swallow she drew her mouth off him and

Chris bent down and kissed her, their tongues battling for an upper hand.

When their lips parted, I heard Mrs. Marsh say, "Let's move on to the next

step, baby. I don't want tonight to end this way."

	"What's the next step?" Chris asked knowingly.

	"You know what the next step is." Mrs. Marsh said as she shifted her

body up the bed so she was laying on her side facing the window.  She

raised her right top leg straight up into the air, bent it at the knee and

then brought her thigh up against her body, holding it behind the knee

with her right hand. Her crotch was wide open for her son's pleasure. I

could see her mature, pronounced pussy lips and her deep-looking

asshole.	

	"Oh, yeah!" Chris shouted as he walked over on his knees to get in

position to mount her. He straddled her leg on the bed, placed his left

hand against the back of her raised leg, and used his right hand to guide

himself  into his mother.  His bulbous head speared into her rubbery

cuntlips and he threw himself against his mother's body, driving his entire

cock into her in one swift motion.  Mrs. Marsh groaned up at him, her left

hand coming up against his chest as he brought his weight down onto

the back of her leg. Chris' hands slid around to grip her pinned body, one

on her upper waist and the other travelling under her ass.

	Chris began fucking her, hard and fast. This was going to be no tender

lovemaking session; Chris was far too excited at that moment. The bed

began squeaking loudly as he drove his mother into the mattress over

and over again.  Mrs. Marsh's head tossed back on the bed, her mouth

open and slack as Chris threw his cock into her like a man possessed.

	' This is too fucking hot, too hot.....' I swore silently as my fingers

stroked

myself over the edge and I leaned back against the wall, creaming around

the finger I slid up my wet pussy, biting my other hand to not let any noise

escape. I shuddered there on the balcony for a few minutes until I was

able to get my breath. 

	I couldn't here anything coming from the window, I realized. ' Damn, I

missed the ending,' I thought as I looked back in the window. But as luck

would have it, they were just changing to a new position.

	Mrs. Marsh was now flat on her back, her legs wide, her hands gripping

Chris' head as she kissed him. Chris was holding himself up with his left

hand near her head; his right hand was kneading her tit.  His dick was

stuffed in his mother's cunt still. As I watched, Chris moved his lips off

his

mother's sexy mouth and he brought his head down and began to suck

the hard nipple he'd been twisting. All the time he was giving his mother's

cunt long deep strokes with his glistening phallus.

	"Aaah, Chris, Chris, oooh, baby," Mrs. Marsh cooed with each thrust, "I

can't take anymore, baby, I want you to give it to me again. Fuck me hard

again, baby!"  Chris slammed his boner into her hard a few times,

bringing forth more dirty talk from his mother.  

	"Aaah, yeah, fuck me good and hard....and...and...shoot off.  I

want...you to...sho"  Her further words were cut off as Chris kissed her

again and then lowered his head over her right shoulder as he let his

entire weight come down on her. His strong hands slid down her sides

and reached under to grab her squished ass. Then he began screwing

her the way she wanted it;  his hips banged into her crotch as her long

dancer-like legs came up to wrap around his ass.

	Mrs. Marsh's face was turned toward the window and I could see it was

wracked with a  combination of pain and pleasure as her stud son worked

his cock into every nook and cranny of her well-fucked pussy. The bed

was squeaking loudly again as their incestuous fuck began to reach its

conclusion.  Mrs. Marsh began making squawking sounds, rising in

volume, as her son threatened to drive her head into the brass

headstand.

	"Aawk, aaaawwkk, aawwkk, AAWWKK, AAAWWWWWKKK!"  Mrs.

Marsh let out her final strangled  and her legs wrapped tighter around her

son's ass as she climaxed again. Her back arched, lifting them both off

the bed briefly, before her son's weight drove her back onto the mattress. 

	I heard a muffled yell from Chris, who had his face in a pillow, and his

hips smashed into his mom's groin and stayed there, making small

jerking circles.  He was unloading his spunk in his mom's womb!  This

seemed to set Mrs. Marsh off again; she groaned loudly and arched her

head back until she was looking upside down at the top of the bed.  Chris

began fucking her again as he finished cumming, his hands tightly

gripping her quivering ass as his dick worked up a white froth where it

stabbed into her. 

	Finally, they became still, lay there gasping like fish out of water.  Mrs.

Marsh kissed the side of her son's head and let her legs fall off him.  On

shaky legs, I scrambled back to Chris' window and climbed in.  I let

myself out of his bedroom and walked quietly down the stairs, leaving the

two new incest participants to whatever time they had left before Mr.

Marsh got home.



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