## Archive-name: hunted

From: Caesar <jsharpe@portal.ca>

Subject: REPOST: "Hunted" (inc, mf)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Keywords: inc, mf Author: Caesar

"Have you heard of those trollops of Birmingham
And the scandal that's currently concerning 'em?
How they lift the frock
And tickle the cock
Of the Bishop while he was confirming 'em?"
-author unknown

Description:

A short tale about two incestuous lovers on the run.

Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.

The Hunted

by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996

The helicopter lowered close enough to the surface, that the blades caused the salt water to soon cover the woman completely. The cool water soaked through her light summer dress and hair, as she ignored the water and looked up into the glass canopy. The pilot hovered close enough that his mirrored glasses could easily be seen and the attractive woman shivered in fright.

From the vantage point of the pilot, she never moved. Sarah forced her fingernails into the palms of her hand to still her fear and her body. She could see that the male pilot spoke into the microphone attached to his bright yellow helmet and then seemed to wait.

Time flowed incredibly slowly as the fearful mother felt her patience disintegrate. Just when she thought she could no longer control her fear, the twin huey suddenly rose and then rushed over her head. The deep thumps of its rotors loud until it rounded the peak of the low mountain and fell then behind it. The echoing sound soon faded away.

Sarah fell into the foot of water about her ankles, her body now trembling violently and she allowed the tears to come. A half full bucket of clams sat a foot from her, forgotten. It wasn't long until a distant voice yelled out to her, the shrill sound obviously scared for her.

Minutes later, strong youthful arms wrapped about her shoulders and a head was placed next to hers. "Thank god mom!" The tide was slowing coming in and the sandbar that she sat upon appeared to be slowly sinking beneath her. Her son, moved his arms beneath her shoulders and lifted her. "Come on mom. Lets get back to the Sarah Jane." Years ago, her husband had named his sailboat in honour of his wife.

That had been before.

Sarah tried to help her son and wrapped an arm about his shoulder, yet fear disabled her almost completely. It had been much like this for the last few weeks, her fifteen year-old son had cared for her more than the reverse. She felt proud that he was turning into a man, yet she also felt humble when her young son took the pinnacle position within their relationship. It was supposed to be the reverse, she thought.

"We should move the sailboat mom, before the helicopter comes back." They reached warm dry sand and continued up the short rise and over the driftwood. "I don't think he saw her but he'll know she's about." He meant the Sarah Jane.

The young man rushed the two of them through the very dense forest and suddenly the forty-six foot craft sat before them. It had been the pride of her successful husband, and the dread of hers. Sarah hated the ocean, but found refuge on it when she most needed it. Her son grew up on the ship with his father and knew how to sail the Sarah Jane better than even her husband, Mike. Though his youthful impatience often showed through in his sailing, as it did in his life.

Wading out, he helped his mother up onto the stern and waited for her to safely gain the cockpit. David knew of his mother's fear of the water and respected that emotion. In fact, he respected and admired everything about her. Climbing a board, he untied the two lines from overhanging branches and then started the engine to back out of the tight confines of the overgrown forest. Usually Sarah helped with crewing the ship but David correctly assumed she needed time to collect herself.

Within the hour, the craft drove forward under full sail as the sleek craft sliced through the water. Sarah, had disappeared below long before the craft had reached open water. David shouted at the wind and spray as he joyfully drove his ship with the wind. It had been like this for several weeks, but it was the first time someone had found them.

North of Gibbons David knew it would take much to find them again. It was simply luck that his mother had been several hundred feet from the shore when the search helicopter had found her. Far away from the nearest cover. He had seen his mothers paralysis as she stood bravely before the hovering 'copter. Soon, he would be able to anchor the Sarah Jane in another remote and concealed spot while the search continued. David hoped another incident like today would never happen to his mother again.

Sarah woke hours later, her face itchy with the dried tears and her still wet salty body cold in the chill night air. In the stern main cabin, she lay lonely and wondering if the path her son and she had embarked on had been the right one. She often thought she was doing something wrong, something immoral and even illegal. Yet, love made her do things that she would never have thought about.

The long straight haired brunette sat up in the firm twin bed and realized the Sarah Jane was again at anchor. The sound of gentle waves washing against the metal hull and the easy movement of the sailboat told the tale. She may dislike the water, but she had learned a few things in the last few years with her husband.

With easy movements, the thirty six-year-old woman slide out of bed and stood in the only open spot in the cabin to remove her damp clothing. She pulled off all her clothing then shivering, she quickly pulled on a huge wool sweater and plain white panties. The boat was quiet, so unnatural since her son liked to listen to his music rather loudly, at all hours of the day. Sarah opened the thin wooden door to find the rest of the small ship to be dark. The only light was from the three-quarter moon coming through the portholes along the starboard side of the lounge.

For only a second the earlier fear touched her and she shivered with fear. Then she heard her son's familiar snore from forward. He must be asleep in the fore cabin. It was very much like him to allow her to calm herself and took control of the situation to find another spot to anchor. Stealing through the rest of the ship, the attractive mother slowly opened the door to her sons small triangular shaped cabin.

She took a moment to admire his sleep form, so youthful so calming to her soul. Moments like this was when she knew why she had left her husband, why they lived like renegades. With cat- like grace she crawled into bed next to her son. He normally slept very soundly and never even realized someone was working the thick quilt down his body. Sarah smiled when she saw he hadn't worn anything to bed but she simply tore her eyes away and slid her body down along his before covering the both of them up.

Laying her head onto his shoulder, the woman closed her eyes and felt love for the only man who hadn't treated her as an object. Soon, she also slept soundly.

David felt the smooth warm skin of his mothers legs along his own strong limbs. She was curled up next to him, sleeping. He was surprised that she had crawled into his bed rather than sleep the night through. She wore her favourite thick wool sweater that could easily cover the two of them.

He loved his mother with a passion that had started the first night she had crawled half naked into his bed. That was when it had started and they had not turned back from the path they both now enjoyed.

They were lovers.

As she slept, he moved his hand down to rest it against her panty covered bottom. David lifted the edge of her wool sweater to her waist and then moved his hand on top of the cotton briefs. Ever since he could remember, he as obsessed with her round firm bottom. As a kid he used to hug her leg and press his head into her ass just to be close to it, though he never realized why at the time. And later, when he started to discover his own maturity and temperament he often stole glances at his mothers shapely ass. Though guilty feelings often accompanied these voyeuristic moments, he found his desire more powerful than his guilt. The last few weeks together, she came to realize his enjoyment of her bottom and not once hindered him in any way.

Gently, the young man rolled his mother away from him, onto her back. Her sleep was disrupted momentarily before her breathing again became slow. David rolled onto his side and pushed the quilt down their bodies. The darkness covered her effectively, yet his desire easily pierced it to place his hand again upon her, this time above her pubic mound.

Sarah awoke slowly with the realization that a hand was gently touching her. The manly scent of her son was easily distinguishable and she feigned sleep to discover what else he would do with her. Her legs were slightly apart, enough for him to slide two fingers along her mound down far between her legs. She felt the hand expertly move her clean white cotton panty to the side and the fingers again travelled the same course. This time, they slipped between her outer lips and slide down the length of her sensitive inner pink folds. She could not control the gentle lifting her pelvis, but continued to feign sleep.

David smiled in the dark as his mothers body reacted to his touches. Besides her buttocks, he had always been attracted to her long smooth firm legs. Not until he was older did he appreciate how youthful they had remained, compared to other older ladies his mothers age. His fingers, now sporting a light coating of her sexual lubricant, gently strolled down her inner thigh to just above her knees. She moaned in her sleep and moved her knees a few more inches apart. Quickly squirming down the bed, David placed a single passionate kiss on the inside of his mother's thigh about half way from her crotch to her knee.

Hands came down and entwined into his long unkept hair. "Well dear, couldn't sleep?" She was teasing her son, and her voice told him so.

Kissing again, an inch higher, he continued, "I had this dream mom." Before she could say anything, he continued. "About a sexy woman who loved hard cock so much she couldn't get enough."

Sarah giggled to her son's amusement. It rarely pleased her when he used vulgar language with regard to their relationship. It made her feel cheap. And the only time he did use it was when he was horny. Which was more often than not since they chose not to live a lie. Another part of her was worried that what he said was the truth, she could not physically imagine living without her son's cock. So, Sarah, pulled her son's hair upwards towards her sex. Mostly to silence him, but partially to give her body the attention it needed.

Yet, David was learning that he could have anything when it came to his sexy older woman. Holding his face a few inches from her moist and musky smelling sex, he toyed with her. "Do you know any women that fit that description mother?" So he played the verbal game with her, something she didn't relish but understood.

She was also experienced enough to know that he would only continue to push until he got his way. It was a trait he had got from his father, something that Sarah loathed. She used a voice that often worked on him, her girlish pleading voice, as she attempted to again distract her only son. "Please baby!" The renewed tug, and message, towards her sex could not be interpreted in any other way.

In the dark, she felt his hand move up to the junction between her legs and a finger surprised her when it wormed its way easily up her vagina. Sarah gasped out and arched her back in pleasure, it wasn't the tongue she had been craving but for the last few years any sexual attention was enjoyed immensely. The finger pumped within her folds several times before being easily extracted. She groaned out, feeling her resolve disintegrate and whined for more attention.

David smiled and knew how to get his mother to become a desirable sexual slave to her own desires. She often played the dominant maternal role until he suddenly showed any interest in her sexually. Then it was simply a matter of deciding how he wanted her, and he did indeed want her. Right now he wanted her to beg for him. Slowly, reaching up her body, he moved his hand to her face and slide the finger into her mouth.

She knew what he had planned before he did it, her own strong scent preceded the digit and she allowed the finger to enter fully into her mouth. It wasn't the first time she tasted her own bodily fluids, most often upon the skin of her young son and lover, and it excited her realizing when her son's finger had just come from. In fact, she realized she became excited with almost anything her son did to her or around her. Sarah remembered when she had recently watched her son masturbate, she could remember how strong her own orgasm was or the hours of pleasure David enjoyed with her afterwards. She could not say no to her son, or to their incestuous relationship, when she felt the familiar rush of warmth and electricity flow through her veins she was a submissive to her desire.

David felt her lips enclose his finger and sucked upon it firmly. She pulled his paw from her mouth to moan, "Mommy needs your cock baby." She resumed her fanatic sucking.

He pulled his hand down again towards the juncture of her legs. Before his hand reached her sparsely furred mound, he placed a single kiss directly upon her clitoris. As he knew it would, she gasped loudly and squealed with delight. His mother had a hair trigger clit. "Mommy needs to ask properly!" Her legs had earlier been moved widely apart, so that he now knelt directly below her. The hand again strolled down her sloppy wet vaginal lips to stop against the hard wrinkled hole between the cheeks of her ass.

Sarah tried to relax her anus as the finger firmly pressed into her, she gasped out loudly in surprise and painful pleasure. It was too much, he could have her any way he wished, and they both knew it. He simply wanted to hear those words from her. "Fuck me David!"

He passed the second knuckle and stopped to enjoy the firm pressure of her sphincter muscle about her index finger. Using a surprised analytical voice, he asked, "Where dearest mother? Where would you like me to fuck you?"

It was simply too much, the game had gone far enough, Sarah needed his cock immediately. She didn't care anymore, "Fuck me anywhere David!" She was practically shouting within the small triangular fore cabin. Her son rotated his finger within her asshole and she quickly added, "Fuck my ass baby, is that what you want? Fuck my tight asshole and make me scream."

Calmly, with the smile which could almost be heard in his voice, David asked, "But what is it you want mother dearest?"

"All I want is your cock!" She groaned out when he took a long lick from the edge of his invading finger to her clitoris. Even this far gone within her excitement, she knew what her son liked. "And your cum baby! Mommy wants you to cum inside me, on my face, in my ass! Anywhere you want to baby." The sound of her own nasty words also excited the middle-aged woman, and knew her son may indeed do the things she begged him for. If not this time together, then maybe next time. Everything she asked him for, he had delivered at least once since they ran away to be lovers of the flesh. Sarah knew what it felt like to have her sons sperm and his eyes upon the smooth skin of her face.

This time David groaned. Sarah felt his unbalanced movements in the dark and knew what he was doing and shivered in excitement. Her son straddled her head with his knees before bending over his mother, his breath blowing upon her hot sex. His own hard phallus pressed into the side of her face and she moved her head enough so her hungry mouth could engulf him. It was one of the most degrading things she could do, and the most exciting - to suck upon her son's hard penis.

His body lay over hers, inverted perfectly to allow his mouth access to her sex and her mouth to his. A finger again pressed into her anus, while a tongue was flicking the hard enlarged excited clitoris. Whenever she moaned, the sound caused his penis to reverberate within her mouth, which then caused a moan of enjoyment to escape from his lips. Her son moved his pelvis back and forth, his cock pumping in and out of his mothers hungry mouth.

David knew if he slowed, his mother would not reach the orgasm which she so strongly needed. She would also be the slut he now desired, nothing was forbidden when she was in this mood. "Mom?" He spoke from between each flick of her clitoris. "Stick your tongue in my ass mom."

Sarah didn't motion in any way that she had heard him, and his words took a few seconds to filter through her excitement. She withdrew her mouth and stuck out her tongue, which came in contact with his hairy balls. This was something new, something they had not yet tried and she rushed to do it. Anxious to please her young man and the nasty realization of what she was doing excited her immensely. Her tongue slide between the cheeks of his buttocks and navigated through the fine hairs surrounding his anus before she felt the wrinkled hard muscle of his sphincter. The mother felt the finger inside her bottom press deeper into her as she forced a centimetre of her tongue into the asshole above her.

Time slowed for the two lovers as they grunted and groaned under the intense pleasure they both found with the other. Sarah, felt the orgasm quickly approach and squealed out as the powerful energy exploded from her vagina. David, his head held firmly between her strong smooth thighs could do little but wait for her to finish. His own orgasm not yet close to finishing.

Sarah barely felt her son's movement above her, as was often the case after one of her stronger orgasms. She felt her body being turned onto its side and her upper leg being bent upwards towards her chest. Then she felt the blunt hard object enter into her still wet sensitive folds.

Though he could not see at all in the cramped space, he had watching his mothers body enough to picture her lazy movements and her lovely tanned skin. David straddled her lower leg and aimed his cock into her. She moaned slightly as he slid himself all the way into her.

So often it was like this after his mothers initial orgasm. She was so exhausted that she was useless for several minutes, while he was ready for more. The first time be began to use her limp body he was worried she would be angry with him, but she had found it exciting that he could not control himself and still wanted her. Every time she became exhausted and limp, his erotic attentions caused her body to quickly recuperate.

Kneeling over his mother's body gave the young man a great angle to begin to earnestly jack-rabbit his cock in and out of her sloppy hot hole. She simply moaned softly for a few moments before the lustful sounds she made became stronger and louder. The young man felt his mothers hand and between her own legs, and whenever she could reach him, to fondle his pendulum-like balls.

David lifted her upper leg until it was pointed straight up, her foot next to his ear. This gave him something to hold onto while his hips began to speed up. The erotic sloppy sounds as their bodies slapped together was always exciting to the teenager, as was the way his mother encouraged him with her body's movements. She often tried to time her orgasms with his own, and this time it seemed like they were both climbing towards the pinnacle of sexual enjoyment mutually.

The bow of the sailboat was rocking slightly and perhaps the muted noise of lustful enjoyment could be heard outside. Mike saw the movement of his craft and imagined the rest. It was only weeks ago, that he had walked in on his wife and son to witness the sodomy David gave her even while his mother verbally urged him on. It was paralysing and a definite blow to the rich and powerful businessman. He simply walked out of the house and returned to his deserted office to think. When anger replaced his astonishment and he wanted action instead of answers, he returned to his house to find the bed still in a mess and his family gone. It wasn't long until he also discovered the Sarah Jane missing, a hypothesis was easy after that.

What he would do with them when he finally caught up with them, he wasn't sure. Sometimes he thought of murder, other times of exposing them for what they were doing and let public scrutiny deal with them. In fact Mike hadn't a clue what he was going to do. That is, until he came upon his lovingly tended sloop anchored well out of normal travelled zones.

It wasn't so hard to find them, after the helicopter pilot radioed that he had discovered his wife upon the beach. A few calls to associates that owed him favours and who had the resources to help find his wife and their only child. The satellite followed the Sarah Jane as his son was seen piloting the craft through the rough seas. Before the satellite had passed beyond sight, the craft was seen heading towards an inlet with only a few possible anchorages. The rest was easy.

The zodiac bumped gently against the stern of the Sarah Jane and the seaman held it to the side while Mike expertly climbed up over the side. He waved off the small single engine craft and threw a small bag he had been carrying into the cockpit. They had come only a mile, from another craft Mike owned but had only used it for social occasions, an executive sixty foot motor yacht. He had been living in its spacious interior while coordinating the search through satellite hook up and by cellular phone. Technology made his job much easier than it would have been otherwise.

When the night was again quiet and dark, Mike realized it had not just been his imagination when he heard the sounds of lovemaking. As well, the Sarah Jane was definitely rocking slightly. These long weeks of holding in his anger boiled to the surface and the rage gave him strength. Opening the cockpit hatch he slowly descended into the large lounge. The familiar squeals of his wife was loud within his sailboat, and the grunts of his son was also recognizable. They were definitely in the bow of the ship.

Sarah violently shoved her cunt up to the root of her son's cock to meet his own down thrust. The effect was loud and sent small electric sexual energy currents through her middle-aged body with each thrust. Sarah's passion became vocalized and she realized she was breathing loud and fast while squealing with each slap of skin. Her son kissed and fondled her calf and ankle as his grunts became louder and she felt his penis expand momentarily knowing his orgasm was fast approaching. Her voice sounded distant to her as she heard herself plead for his cum - knowing her own orgasm would begin when she felt the super hot sperm flood her womb.

Several things happened within the space of seconds; David growled loudly and let fly, flooding the inside of his mother with incestuous sperm. Sarah, as she had predicted, suddenly squealing long and hard as her body suddenly spasmed with the delight of the flooding her body endured, her orgasm exploded within her body and mind in almost perfect time with her loving son. Mike opened the door and allowed the dim light of the lounge to spotlight the two lovers, he scowled and ground his teeth watching the two sweaty bodies convulse under mutual orgasm.

David noticed his father first, before the old man began to clap his hands together. The teenager jumped back, out of breath from his orgasm but with enough energy to throw himself into the wedge of the prow. His mother lay at his feet watching her son, without noticing the open door and her husband above her head.

It was the look on David's face that startled her, that and she realized there was a dim light that was enough to see within the tiny cabin. She turned her face upside down and gasped out when she saw her husband standing sneering at her. Sarah still didn't hear a sound but saw his hands clapping together. It was obvious he had been there long enough to witness enough of her sinful lust.

Sarah turned quickly about and used one hand to move her large sweater over her sweaty buttocks, effectively hiding her nakedness. "Oh god, Mike!" Her stretched white cotton panties were pulled almost all they way off her bottom and were effectively ruined by her son's exertions.

David echoed his mother horror, "Dad!"

He clapped a few more times before stopping. "Well, I finally found you." He was looking down at his wife. "And basically doing the same thing from when I last saw you. Had I known you were such a fiery slut I would have rented you out so at least you would have been of some use." His words were not spoken in jest but in anger, the bitterness bite her with each word.

She hadn't moved, but started to speak, "Look Mike, I'll give you whatever you want okay? I'll..."

He cut in, "You'll do nothing slut!" He was practically shouting, and David could see his fathers hands trembling in barely contained anger. He knew when not to interfere and didn't say a word. "In fact, you will only do what I ask or everyone will know that your fucking your own son."

Sarah bit her lip, this was the one thing that she feared most, to be discovered by her friends and peers. She would certainly become an outcast and she wondered if the law could harm her. She was again under her husband's desire, just like all the years of their marriage. But this was worse.

Mike took several seconds to collect his anger, to use it for the plan he hand formulated when he saw the satellite pictures of the Sarah Jane aimed towards this very spot. The thought of murder was replaced with new thoughts.

"David." His eyes finally focused on his only son. In truth he barely blamed the boy, knowing the urges of a young man can be all controlling. It was his slutty wife that deserved most of the blame. "Get to the bow and wait for your mother." Yet, he would never trust David again either.

His voice didn't leave much room for argument, but the boy found nerve enough to speak up. "Dad please!? It wasn't moms fault..."

"Shut up David. Do as I say." The boy jumped to comply, even forgetting his nakedness in fear of the man who raised him. The boy practically ran through the lounge and into the master bedroom.

Sarah wondered if her husband was going to hurt her, the one thing she had not worried too much about. Physical pain was easier to deal with than any mental pain he distributed. "Take that sweater off Sarah." His voice was surprisingly calm after the last few moments of quivering anger. She sat up onto her ankles and pulled the huge wool garment off her body. "You slut...", he paused to take a deep breath calming the sudden rush of rage he felt. "Sarah, your going to go back to the rear cabin and fuck our young son one last time." She frowned in surprise. "In fact, your going to do every nasty kinky thing that you had ever done. Your going to get him to cum all over your face and tits. Your going to scream when he fucks your asshole again." He said, "again", with much venom, remembering the last time he interrupted them. "Your going to be the slut with him that you never were with me. Do you understand bitch?"

She nodded no. Sarah understood what he wanted her to do, but not why.

"Your going to go back there and fuck your lover, my son, while I take pictures of the whole thing." She started to vigorously nod 'no'. It of course was ignored. "I'm going to get full colour pictures of the two of you as you fuck for the last time. And it will be the last time slut, or the pictures will be distributed to every possible person you or I know. You will ruin your own life as well as David's if the pictures get out." She felt the blood drain from her face and the cold words of her husband scared her more than his fists would have.

"I'm not going to live with a slut who fucks her own son, so you will not contest the divorce, nor will you ever knowingly see your son again. Do you understand Sarah?" He was again cold, the consummate businessman.

She nodded then answered quietly, "Yes Mike."

The slap surprised her, he had never touched her in anger nor did he give any indication that he was about too. Sarah had expected him to beat her but after his speech, she had no more reason to fear a physical beating.

"Never say my name again bitch. You will only call me 'sir' or so help me I'll crack you one again slut!" He was waving his fist in her face while she contemplated on baiting her husband to anger him enough to hurt her. The abuse of being hit was preferable to being blackmailed into giving up the only thing in her life that she truly loved and desired.

"Get up there." He moved aside and motioned for her to go aft. She started to move but his hand grabbed her upper arm and he moved his mouth close to her ear. "When we get back to Vancouver and before the divorce comes through your mine Sarah. You will do everything you have with David for me right slut?"

It was the last straw, the ultimate blow to her frail emotional mind. Sarah nodded affirmative to his demand, hearing the malicious pleasure of her husbands voice and could only imagine the horrible things she would have to do for him. She saw no way out of the trap she found herself in.

Mike let go of his wife's arm and watched as she moved to the rear of the craft. Her spirit broken, her shoulders slumped and her body looked tiny before she entered the rear cabin and was hidden from his sight. The man suddenly felt better, his anger was gone and replaced with eagerness to start his plan.

Retrieving and opening the bag he had brought on board with him, he pulled out the expensive camera and several rolls of film. Soon these same rolls would contain enough evidence to put his wife again under his control and place his son as far away from the both of them as possible. Mike even laughed slightly when he thought of the sudden addition to the plan, having his wife as his own slut until the divorce finalized things. Seeing her kneeling naked upon the bed, she had looked sexier than she had in years. Fucking seemed to agree with her, he thought.

Mike opened the door to the master bedroom and turned on the light. David was sitting on the bed holding his mother while they silently watched him. The older man nodded to his wife and she shivered violently before pulling away from her son's grasp and moving her face down towards his youthful cock.

It was hard to figure out if David was more surprised at his mothers lips sucking his tired cock while with her husband in the room or that his father held a camera up to his face and captured the moment for all time on film.

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