Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail

Chapter 3: The Kitchen Table

Sarah Lo sat on the living room couch, staring at the television screen.  The television sat silent and dark, not even having been turned on.  She just sat there, thinking.  Attempting to reconcile all of the conflicting thoughts she was having.

She had come home from her grocery shopping to what seemed like an empty house.  What she saw in her bedroom upstairs was the last thing she expected to see.  Her husband of seventeen years joined in a passionate coupling with their eight year old daughter.

Everything she had been told, everything she was brought up with, everything the media told her said that this was wrong.  There was no hope now.  Her daughter was irreparably damaged.  Shed end up in a foster home, or on drugs, or a runaway.  This is what everything she had learned led her to believe.

But was it really true?

Now she wasnt so sure.  She saw the look on her daughters face.  She didnt look like she was in pain.  She didnt look frightened.  She didnt even look upset.  She looked like she was honestly enjoying it.  Enjoying being so close to her father.

Sarah shook her head slightly, sharply.  No.  It was wrong.  And if someone outside found out about it.  Well, that would just be the end of everything.  The police would storm down their door.  Drag their kids away.  Lock up her bastard husband and it would serve him right.

She brought her hand up to her face and bit one of her fingers, hard.  The pain reminded her that this wasnt some sort of dream shed fallen into.  There was no waking up and finding everything back the way it was before.  This was real and what the hell was she going to do next?

She remembered the look on her husbands face.  The way it was strained, almost a grimace.  She could see the way the muscles on his arms and his shoulders and even his back were straining.  He was fighting back his urges; in her own past coupling with him shed seen him do it.  That wasnt the look of someone just sating his basest desires.  No, there was more to all of this then just primal urges.

She sucked on the side of her finger now while still staring at the television.  She wanted to be mad at him.  He cheated on her.  With their own daughter.  You couldnt go lower than that, could you?  He was slime, garbage, a worm.

But then what was she?  How could she explain what happened to her?  When she saw what was going on in that bed, in her bed, she enjoyed it.  Even if it was at only the basest most level, she enjoyed it.  She felt what happened in her own body and she liked it.

She closed her eyes and long forgotten experiences came back to her.  She remembered having to spank Catherine when she was about Angelas age.  She remembered how much she liked that too.  She had tried to push the thoughts away and she had managed to forget it.  Until today anyway.  Now she remembered the warm feeling she felt when her open hand slapped against the thin cotton panties that were covering Angelas cheeks.  She remembered the way Angelas flesh bounced firmly back after each slap.  She remembered how the room smelled of old paint and freshly mowed grass.  She remembered the cool breeze that was coming in through the window.

Sarahs eyes darted open, breaking the siren call of the memory.  She had no idea she could remember anything that well, much less something that she had spent so much energy trying to forget.  More memories started to come back to her, like a flood forcing its way through a crack in a dam.

She remembered inspecting Ben, her son, when he was just a toddler.  It was what mothers were supposed to do, she told herself.  Make sure everything was in order.  She remembered the first night she spent with Mike.  She remembered the night she spent with Tracy, her best friend in high-school.  She remembered being pregnant with Angela, but letting Mike have her ass for the first time, to try and satisfy him.

She shook her head again, trying to stem off the torrent of memories that seemed to assault her mind.  Every questionable encounter she had ever had seemed to come back to her, unbidden.  And she remembered how every one of them had made her feel.

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Mike had woken up in bed, with his daughter curled up next to him, sound asleep.  He laid there for a number of long moments trying to put his mind together.  He felt drained, mentally and emotionally, but he also felt physically alive, brimming with energy.  He felt like writing a poem about what happened this afternoon, or painting a picture, or something, anything to celebrate it.

Instead, he just laid there and stroked her hair slowly.  As he stared at her, the enormity of what had happened slowly dawned on him.  She just slept there, curled up against him.  Her chest falling and rising slowly, regularly.  He could see the white cream he had deposited in her, still leaking out of her small slit, puddling on the side of her thigh and then running over its side, to land on the bed which sucked it right up.

He took a deep breath and extracted his arm out from under her; she just rolled in the other direction, curled on her other side, still soundly asleep.  He slipped out of bed and walked to the closet, pulling down a quilt and unfolding it over her.  Leaving her to rest while he pulled his jeans back on.

He descended the stairs, bare foot and bare-chested before he spotted Sarah sitting in the living room.  She was watching a television that wasnt on.  So he could only assume that this didnt bode well.  He didnt think of himself as a great genius, but he was pretty sure he was right on this one.  He stopped before he reached the bottom of the stairs and just stood there.  Unsure if he wanted to proceed or run back upstairs.

I saw what happened up there.  Sarah said, putting it plainly and bluntly.  Her sudden, unexpected voice breaking the silence.

He stared at her back, not sure what to say.  His mind stammered over thoughts, all of them running together like trains crashing.

Sarah took a deep breath and continued to stare at the television screen.  Just tell me one thing.  

Mike continued to stare at her, enough thought returning to his mind to remember to close his mouth which had been hanging open.  He nodded slowly, agreeing to what ever this option was.

Tell me that you didnt hurt her.  Sarah said, finally turning in her seat to face him, her eyes staring into him like they could see if he was telling the truth or not.

What?  Mike replied, a bit dumb-founded.  The question seemed alien to him, like the answer was obvious.  Her eyes on him only made him more uncomfortable and harder for him to think straight.

I said, Sarah repeated, Tell me that you didnt hurt her.  Tell me that you didnt force her to do that.

What?  Mike repeated again.  He could see the anger rising in his wifes face, she was about to say something more, but he quickly raised a hand to stop her.

Sarah, how could you even ask me that?  He said, never taking his eyes off of her as he finished descending the stairs.  Thats our daughter up there.  I would never, never hurt her.  I thought you would have realized that already?

She nodded slowly, for just the briefest moment her biggest fears had been confirmed in her mind.  But now the anger fell out of her like leaves from a tree.  He was telling the truth, at least as far as he believed it.

He sat down on the couch, but not right next to her.  He gave her a little bit of space, just to be safe.  After a long moment of silence, he asked Do you want to know what happened?  

She looked at him now and nodded, Yes.  I would.

He took a deep breath and was about to start recounting the events of the afternoon when Sarah spoke up again.  The groceries.  He blinked and stared at her like she was speaking another language.  Or that this was some sort of code word that he was supposed to have remembered.

The groceries.  She repeated, I left them in the kitchen.  She stood up now, Come on.  You can tell me while I put them away.

Mike followed her into the kitchen and they started to put away the handful of groceries as he explained what had happened.  He told her about Angela and James and their explorations on the picnic table in the backyard.  He told her how Angela thought she was in trouble.  He told her that he tried to reassure her and the last thing he wanted was her to think it was wrong.  But he also didnt want her letting every neighborhood boy play doctor with her.

The groceries had been long since put away and fresh coffee had been made by the time he got around to explaining, in detail, exactly what happened that led Angela and him to be found in bed together.

Sarah sat at the kitchen table and held her coffee mug to her face.  She was actually biting the rim of the mug as Mikes story drew to a close.  He could tell what was going on, she was aroused by this.  Hed seen that look in her eyes many times before.  When something struck her deep down inside and started those fires burning in her.

Well, thats it.  He leaned against the kitchen counter, facing her.  He decided to take a gamble and confront her on her desire.  Youre excited, arent you?

Sarahs teeth remained in place on the mug, but her lips curled into a smile.  Umhm. She murmured through the porcelain.

Mike smiled a bit more in reply.  Would you like me to do something about that?

Sarahs smile stayed in place, Umhm.  She removed the coffee mug from her mouth and added, Youve been a pretty naughty man.  I think you need to eat me out now.

He raised an eyebrow in amusement now, Our bed is still occupied.  He teased her, wanting to see just how aroused she was.

Fuck the bed!  She said as she put the mug down.  I cant wait that long.  Right here.  On the table!

He smiled even more.  She was cursing, she was really excited.  Sarah never cursed unless she was extremely pissed off or extremely horny.

As you wish, mam.  He placed his mug down on the counter and stepped the two steps in front of her.  He reached down, grasped her hips, and lifted her to sit on the table.  He kicked her vacated chair to the side, which made Sarah give off a little moan of anticipation.

Sarah leaned on her elbows as she watched her husband lower himself to his knees in front of her.  She could see him grin at her and feel his hands on her feet.  He was moving to take off her sneakers she guessed, but she pulled her feet out of his grasp.

No.  Her words came out labored, breathless, Theres no time for an opening act.  Get right to the main event.

He smirked in reply and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table.  That provided the opening she needed, her hands able to reach him now.  With a flurry of movement her back feel flat against the table as she grabbed hold of his hair.

With her fingers entwined in his hair she pulled his head between her legs before he could even react, pushing her skirt up out of the way with his forehead.  She held his head in place as she grinded her hips against his face.  

Oh god  yes.  She groaned out as she smeared her moist panties all over his nose, mouth, and chin.  She gasped as her back spasmed happily as she pushed her panty clad clit against the bridge of his nose.

Under the onslaught of the mini-orgasm, her fingers relaxed, his hair slipping from between them.  But he wasnt planning on letting her get away that easily.

Sarah threw her left leg over Mikes shoulder, trying to give him better access to herself.  Thats when she felt his teeth nibbling at her lips through her panties.  Damn it, Mike  just dont stop.

Sarahs fingers started to claw at the tabletop as she felt his mouth moving slowly up, following her lips.  Fuck, yes! she screamed out in ecstasy as his teeth found her enflamed clit.

His hand slipped up her leg now, hooking the edge of her panties and pulling them to the side and out of the way of his mouth.  His lips immediately found hers as he started to suck at her opening.  She could feel him sucking hungrily at her moistness, and then thrusting his tongue into her to get more.

Sarahs spasms grew more intense as she writhed on the wooden table top.  Thoughts of all the mundane things shes done at this table only made her feel dirtier and excited her more.

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Benjamin Lo was just your typical 13 year old male.  He was in the eight grade.  Hed be starting high school next year.  He just started noticing girls and was almost to the point where he was sure hed never understand them.  He preferred being called Ben, hated being called Benji, and hearing his full name just gave him full body shivers.  Hearing Benjamin usually meant that hed done something wrong.

Bens mind was still racing at what he had seen in the movie theater this afternoon.  And he was still working out how hed use this to his advantage.  He and his friends had only been in that particular theater for a few minutes, it was only supposed to be a stopping point in getting over to the theater showing Pitchfork Maniacs.

So when Kat and her friends came in, the initial shock gave way to self-preservation.  If Kat caught him in the kiddy movie, hed never hear the end of it.  He ducked down in his seat and hid, watching Kat and waiting for a chance to flee the scene.

That way he was in the perfect spot to see Kat drinking.  Oh man, mom and dad would be pissed if they found out.  Right then and there he started putting price tags to what this information was worth.

His planning dropped out of his mind when he saw Kat stand up.  His first instinct was that he was busted, but to his surprise, she actually walked away from him.  And then sat down next to some old guy.  And then she disappeared completely.

Ben might have been new to the ways of males and females, but he wasnt an idiot.  He had a pretty good idea what was going on.  In his head it all added up to pay day.

As he walked home, he tried to come up with the best way to collect.  Hed have to get Kat just right in order to squeeze the most money possible out of her.

God damn it!  He heard his mother scream in the kitchen as he entered the house.

Immediately his plans were dashed in his head.  Mom must have already found out and was reading Kat the riot attack.  No pay day today, but at least it would be entertaining to watch Kat get screamed at again.

Ben headed deeper into the house and straight into the kitchen.  He didnt walk into what he expected and all thoughts of fun at Kats expense evaporated right out of his mind.

There was his mom, laying on the kitchen table.  And there was his dad, kneeling in front of mom, with his back to Ben.  Moms skirt was bunched up around her hips and Ben had a perfect viewing point to see the back of dads head moving around.

Ben just stood still, frozen in place, his eyes wide and taking the entire scene in.  Mom panting as she laid across the table, loud moans and curses still exploding out her mouth.  Dad leaned back and then Ben could see it all.  The matted, glistening wet black hair between moms legs.  The skin of her cunt dark red and shiny.  Her yellow panties dangling from her left ankle.

Neither of his parents seemed to notice him standing there.  That is until mom leaned up and Bens wide awed eyes met his moms sultry, lustful ones.

Ben! Sarah shouting in surprise, her hands instinctively reaching to push down her skirt.

Mike spin in place, staring at Ben in mild surprise.  He had actually expected someone interrupt them, but he thought it would have been Angela.

Oh, um!  Ben blurted out, blushing a deep, dark crimson shade.  Im-sorry- Im-sorry- Im-sorry! He started to repeat quickly, as he started to back up out of the kitchen.

Like mother, like son. Mike couldnt help but chuckle, recalling that this was the second time today hed been walked in on.  

Bens retreat stopped when he backed right into the archway at the threshold of the kitchen and hallway.

Ben  Its okay. Mike said reassuringly.  Your mother and I were justenjoying ourselves.

Ben stood with his back against the wall, eyes glancing quickly from his dad to his mom.  Okay, maybe he wasnt going to get killed for walking in on them like this.  He still felt like he wanted to curl up into a ball and hide though.  Or, better yet, run upstairs to the bathroom and relieve himself of the raging hard on he had in his jeans.

Sarah started to slide herself off the table, her hand holding her skirt down to keep from giving any more free shows.  

Mike glanced at his wife now, Hey.  Where do you think youre going?  

Sarah glanced at her husband, confused.  She opened her mouth to answer, but couldnt think of answer other than the obvious one.

Mike smiled more, Were not done yet, you know.  He then looked to Ben, Maybe you can give me a hand, son.  What do you think?

Both Ben and Sarah both stared at Mike in disbelief.  Ben was sure that his ears werent functioning properly.  He couldnt have just heard that.  Or maybe this was all some sort of dream.  Sarahs disbelief was only momentary though, she realized where Mike was going with this and the only thing that came to her mind now was Why not?

You see, I need to fuck your mother.  Mike said with the same smile.  And I figured, if you wanted to, you can help me.

You, you.  Ben stammered out, still in disbelief.  Want me to have sex with mom?

Mike laughed and shook his head.  No.  Having sex just sounds way too clean.  Your mom needs to be fucked.  Totally different thing.

Ben blinked a few more times and then looked at his mother, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table now.  His eyes looked back to her waist first, but she had covered up.  He glances up at her face and saw that she was smiling.  Maybe this wasnt all his imagination after all.  She moved slightly and her movement drew his eyes back down to her waist.  She was opening her legs very slowly, just so he could see.

Bens eyes were transfixed as his moms seething pussy, but he nodded slowly.

Great.  Mike said, clapping his hands together.  And dont worry, if you have any questions, both your mother and I will be happy to answer them.  Right honey?

Of course.  Sarahs knees were about a foot apart now.  The way Ben was staring at her, well, it just made her tingle all over.

Come closer.  Mike said, using his hand to motion Ben closer.  Shes not going to bite you know.

Ben swallowed and nodding, moving closer to the table with just little steps.  Mike took a step back, not wanting to distract Ben or stand in his way.

Would you like to touch me?  Sarah asked her son.

Ben felt more than a bit dizzy, but nodded again.  Yes.

Where?

Umm  Ben started to say.  Even with this scene in front of him, his mom half naked and spreading her legs for him, he still felt weird using dirty words in front of her.  Your  your  He just couldnt bring himself to say it, so he just pointed at her lap.

Oh, honey, you can say it.  Sarah replied, Bens nervousness was starting to pierce through her excitement.  Maybe this wasnt such a good idea after all.  You can call it anything you want  Just as long as you start touching it.

Ben nodded slightly and reached his hand towards his moms skirt.  He wished his hand would stop shaking so much, because it made him feel like a child.  That wasnt going to stop him though, not when it was this close to happening.

He stood right in front of his mom and slid his hand under her skirt.  He was being careful not to touch her legs or anything else, not until he touched it.  He had this image that the minute he touched her, shed suddenly change her mind, so he wanted to make it count.

Then he felt her.  Warm, soft, almost slimy.  Her skin felt just like warm, melty jello under his finger tips.  He only felt her for a second and then she pulled back.  He glanced up at her face, looking startled and confused.

Sarah just smiled at her son, its okay.  Mom is just a bit sensitive.  

It was true.  After Mikes oral attentions, the nervous fingertips of her son were almost enough to send her right over the edge just from contact.  That didnt stop her though, as she shifted her hips and pushed herself towards his fingers, feeling him slip slightly between her lips.

Bens eyes went wide again when he felt his fingers slip into his mother.  He knew that was possible and how it worked, he spent many hours thinking about it, but he never really thought about how it would feel.

How does that feel?  Sarah asked her son, entranced by the look of wonder on his face.  The very slight movements of his fingers were sending sparks through her body.

Good.  Ben managed to croak out, still staring down at her skirt.  

Sarah smiled more and then reached to her hip, unbuttoning the skirt.  She couldnt take the skirt off without making Ben remove his hand and that was something she had no intention of doing.  So instead she just shifted the skirt down a bit.  Just enough so that he could see where the tips of his fingers were inside her.

To Ben it felt like half his hand was up inside his mother.  So he was surprised when he saw that only two of his fingers were in her and even those were barely fingernails length inside her.

Why dont we show Ben what oral sex is like?  Mike offered, standing on the side with a wide smirk on his face.  He was sure his wife wouldnt be able to resist that idea.

Another small orgasm rocked through Sarah at just the thought of seeing Bens face between her legs.  His eager little tongue lapping up at his moms juices.  Before she could even direct him in this, she found that Ben had other ideas.

At the mention of oral sex, Ben remembered what he had almost, sort of seen Kat do in the movie theater.  He immediately pulled his fingers from his mom and moved out from standing between her legs, moving to stand closer to where her head was.

Mike couldnt help but chuckle at this.  Ben certainly was an eager learner now.

Sarahs disappointment at the change of plans lasted only a split second.  She just licked her lips as her sons waist came closer to her.  She shifted over a bit on the table, letting her skirt fall to the floor and getting her face closer to the edge.  She lay back as her hands reached to Bens jeans.

Mom is going to take your dick out now, okay honey?

Yes.  Bens voice was a mix of barely understood desire and nervousness.  He couldnt even remember the last time mom had seen his willy.

Now it was Sarahs hands that were shaking, but just like her son before her, she proceeded with steadfast resolve.  She took the hem of his blue jeans gently, unbuttoned the top button, the slid the zipper down.  She let his jeans drop to the floor, revealing his plain cotton briefs.  The bulge in the front of them was unmistakable.

She glanced up at her sons face as her fingers traced the outline of the bulge.  She watched as his pulse obviously quickened in his body, his eyelids flickering and twitching.  Through the outline, she found the tip of his dick, complete with a dark wet spot right at the end.  She let her fingers travel over this for a few moments as she continued to watch him try to remain composure.

She reluctantly removed her hand from his bulge, but quickly brought them to his hips.  Slid his briefs down; his engorged dick springing out at her once it was free from its confines.

His dick was small and thin.  Just about six inches long, but it was flawless.  It was mostly pale around the base with just the smallest amount of downy, dark hair.  His balls were small and just slightly redder, still firm and springy.  His shaft was a pale red, almost like it was blushing.

She went back to looking at his face as she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking it slowly in her palm.  His reaction was immediate, his eyes closed and he gasped for air with a sharp intake.  A new bead of pre-cum formed at his tip, glistening in its purity.

She moved her face a bit closer and snaked her tongue out.  Letting just the tip of her tongue touched the tip of his dick, collecting the salt bead and swallowing it.  It wasnt enough for her to really taste, but she decided shed remedy that situation immediately.

Leaning even closer, she guided his dick into her mouth.  Engulfing the entire length in her waiting mouth, the sensation was almost enough to make him fall over.  He felt weak all over, the room seemed like it was spinning around him.  Everything seemed to stop existing, except for his mothers mouth and his dick in it.

Sarah gently cupped her sons balls in her hand.  Just holding them warmly for a moment, before starting the gently squeeze and kneed them.  Thats when she felt Mike move between her legs.  She didnt bother to look down to see what he was doing; she just kept her attention on her young son and his pleasure.

Mike gripped her legs tightly, and then pushed his cock deep into his wife.  He didnt tease her, he just entered her.  Slipping into her until his hair was grinding against her hips.  Sarah let out a loud moan, a moan the vibrated right up into Ben.

Sarahs free hand gripped Bens ass and pulled him against her face, forcing his entire shaft into her mouth.  Her lips wrapped around it, her tongue cupping its underside as she sucked on him.  She could feel his entire body twitch as he gasped for air.

Mike started to drive himself into and out of his wife as he watched her push his sons dick entirely into her mouth.  He held her hips as he rocked forward and back on his feet.  Each thrust made her body shutter, but he gripped her tightly, keeping her from slipping further back on the table.  

Sarah used her hand on Bens ass to guide him in and out of her mouth, showing him how to fuck his own mothers mouth.  Her motions were slow at first, but it only took a moment for him to start the motion on his own.  

Ben just watched in a daze as his dick moved in and out of his mothers mouth.  It was almost as if it was happening to someone else.  He saw his hips moving against her face and then back again, but it didnt feel like it was his doing.  The only thing that made him feel like this was really happened were her eyes looking up at him.  They continued to look up at him even when her nose disappeared against his skin.

Sarah just moaned in ecstasy from the double fucking she was receiving.  She stared up at her sons face and studied the look of absolute wonderment and lust that was painted across it.  Then she felt Mikes dick grow slightly and get even more rigid.  She knew he was about to cum and started to suck on Ben even harder, wanting him to cum too.

She could feel Mikes tip swell up inside her, capping her off tightly.  Then he twitched slightly inside her and she could feel him start to spurt inside her.  Just small squirts, one, then two, then three, then finally one long, strong spurt that coated her walls.  The warm sticky feeling inside her pushed her right over the edge, her body teetering with one of the most intense climaxes shed ever experienced.

Her mouth sucked on her son with a wanting thirst, her tongue lashing back and forth across him.  Her hand gripping him tightly, not letting his hips retreat from her mouth.  She watched as his eyes closed and his face screwed up into a grimace.  His dick quivered in her mouth and then the steamy liquid filled her throat.  Splashing out of him with an urgent need for release.

For a long moment, all three bodies just stood still.

Sarah drew her mouth back slowly, still sucking on her sons rapidly deflating dick.  It left her mouth with a little popping noise and dangled lightly in front of her face.  

How did that feel, honey?  She looked up at him with a smile.

That was  Ben started to say, between labored huffs of air.  fantastic.  Was the only word is bewildered mind could come up with.

Mike took a step back from the table, feeling exhausted but elated.  He looked over his wife on the table, how her belly still quivered.  How his cum was just starting to ooze out of her over stimulated pussy.

Why dont you go take your dads place?  Sarah suggested, I want to you to fuck me too, honey.  And dad can come up here and let me clean him off too.

Ben glanced down at his mothers hips, his mind jumping at the chance to try that.

Whoa!  Hold on a second there!  Mike was quick to interject.  The poor boy has been through enough for his first time.  How about we just let him recover a bit?  We can always do this again.

Mike tried to remain looking calm, but his mind was a panicked jumble of crossed wires.  He wasnt sure he could make it through another round without going into coronary arrest.  And he doubted that a trip to the hospital would be the best way to end this.

Sarah glanced at her husband and nodded slightly, I guess you might be right.

Ben just nodded slowly, a little disappointed, but then again, taking a nap sounded almost as good.

We can do it again tonight.  Sarah said, smiling as she looked back to Ben.  How would you like to spend the night with your mom?

The disappointment slipped out of Bens mind and he smiled, That would be great, mom.
