6 comments/ 41147 views/ 5 favorites The Eden Shack By: Moondrift Jacinta knew Steve was watching her. Whenever she was within his visual range and that was much of the time his eyes were on her. She had noticed it often before when he visited their house to see her son Harry, but never had it been as intense as this There was nothing she could really complain of. Steve was polite and helpful – more polite and helpful than her son Harry – but he always seemed to be there, wherever she happened to be. It was a comfort to have Harry there but she would rather have had her husband Justin there as well, but he had to leave her at the shack with the two boys and return to town to attend to his business. Had she been alone with Steve would have she feared what might happen. It was not all Steve's fault. He was Harry's closest friend and had been since they were children. She had watched Steve grow up; seen him develop into a fine looking young man and had been flattered that he should take an interest in her since she was more than twenty years older than him. It was not the first time Steve had come with them to the shack but previously Justin had been able to stay with them for the whole holiday, and whilst Steve had still paid her attention it had been nothing like this. This time she had perhaps played a little on his obvious attraction to her, making mildly flirtatious remarks; commenting on the fashionably skimpy bathers he wore much of the time; saying that they revealed more than they covered. And because of those bathers it wasn't just the intent looks that worried her, but the fact that often with those stares went a magnificent erection clearly visible through the scant cloth of those bathers and barely covered by them. She had entered middle age and as is often the case with women, she had wondered if she could still draw the interest of men, especially younger men. She had even gone to the extent of purchasing what passed for a one piece bathing suit that was more notable for what it wasn't than for what it was. This garment had called for a radical removal of pubic hair, since what covered her sex organ was little more than a narrow wisp of cloth that sank into the lips of her vulva. She had been further gratified and had been more than a trifle thrilled by the effect not only on Steve, but on Justin and Harry as well. Justin had even been able to rally his now weak libido sufficiently to induce her into the bedroom for what he called "a quickie." She had been aware of her own response to Steve and the excitement his interest engendered in her and it was fine as long as she felt safe with Justin there, but now, with just the two boys and in an isolated place, she began to regret her slightly salacious remarks. She knew she should stop wearing her provocative swim suit, but her female ego did not want to be deprived of the flattering responses it got from Steve, and since both the boys wore their skimpy bathers most of the time, she felt vindicated in wearing hers. Steve's eyes were upon her now as the three of them lay sunning themselves on the beach. Harry seemed to have dozed off but Steve was wide awake and lying on his stomach. Jacinta knew why he lay like that; it was to hide his erection; he had done that several times before. She felt a twinge in her sex organ and knew she was lubricating a little, and was thankful that her feelings and their physical consequences did not show as obviously as his. Self-consciously she gave him a tentative smile but the almost solemn look on his face did not change. She understood the frustration of ungratified sexual arousal, especially when the potency of youth was involved. It had been like that with Justin when they were young, and that was another factor. Before they were married and for several years after Justin had been very ardent and she had matched him, perhaps more than matched him; in recent years though Justin had become less interested in their love life. It was not that he didn't copulate with her, but it was far less frequently than she would have liked, and was performed in a somewhat routine manner. No doubt the cares of a successful but time and energy demanding business was to blame, or perhaps it was simply the natural process that went with middle age. The difficulty was that there had been no fall off in Jacinta's libido and that was a danger where Steve was concerned. Jacinta was not the sort to hide the true nature of her thoughts and feeling from herself. Neither did she engage in self-justification. She knew she felt sexually attracted to Steve and often imagined what it would be like to feel his strong young body pressed to her, his hands on her breasts and then exploring her as Justin had once when he had rejoiced in her large firm breasts and sweet bodily curves. She had kept these thoughts in check, telling herself it was just a pleasant if risky fantasy, and no doubt there was truth in that, and certainly she would have made no move to fulfil the fantasy, but now it had become more intense. She had actually dreamt of Steve coming to her, and as he lay between her legs and she felt the tip of his penis probing to enter, she had woken up sweating and shaking, and with feelings of regret that she had wakened. This dream had come to her for several nights as she lay in her Justin-less bed, and she told herself that if Justin had been there and if she could have aroused him to make love with her, she would have overcome these dreams. But Justin was not there, and given his low sex drive she might not have received gratification from him anyway. Therefore Jacinta understood that the danger came not only from Steve, but from her self as well. She drew comfort from the thought that Steve would never make any attempt on her, since she had known him since he was a child and she had heard that in those situations the very familiarity usually deterred sexual encounter. Now, the sight of Steve's healthy young body lying so close to her, and the knowledge that he had an erection inspired by her, caused her to tremble slightly. She decided she must escape from the source of her agitation and standing up she slipped on a light beach coat over her negligible one piece and said, "I'm going to the house, Steve, to prepare some food, I'll call you when it's ready." He nodded but said nothing, and that was another thing. Normally a fairly noisy and boisterous young man, Steve had grown increasingly silent over the past few days. That combined with his air of solemnity seemed to imply that some serious thinking was going on, perhaps some inner unrest. She made her way through the bushes that backed the beach on the way to the shack that was about two-hundred metres from the beach. Inside the shack she made some attempt to prepare the meal but found her hands were trembling and her legs seemed to be having trouble supporting her. She dropped things and could not concentrate on what she was doing. "This is ridiculous," she thought, "it can't go on like this, something or some one is going to have to say or do something soon." She tried to imagine how it would be. Would she confront Steve and say, "You've got to stop staring at me the way you do, it's…" What was it? Could she say, "Your making me feel sexy and it's not fair," but since when was fairness involved with sexual arousal? Perhaps she might go even farther and say, "Steve, I'm a married woman with a grown up son…a son the same age as you." No, it sounded too ridiculous and too revealing of her feelings. Perhaps he would come to her and say, "I want you, Jacinta…want to make love with you," and then she could make her responses, admonishing him for his illicit desire, but that eventuality seemed unlikely. She sighed shakily and gave up trying to picture what the denouement would be like, if there was one. She was leaning against the sink trying to control her self, her back to the door, when she heard a slight sound behind her. She turned to see Steve standing there. Neither of them said anything, just standing there looking at each other. Steve's bathers were scarcely containing his massive erection. Jacinta knew this was the critical moment; one move by either of them, one word spoken, one indication sexual need, and their relationship would change for ever. Jacinta tried to speak, to say, "Stop looking at me like that," but no words would come because those were words that although she knew she ought to say them, were not in truth the words she wanted to say. They continued to stand gazing at each other, trying to read each other's thoughts. Then as if finally deciding he came to her quickly and putting his arms round her kissed her hot and passionately. He said not a word, but Jacinta found her voice and began to protest, trying to struggle out of his arms. "No Steve…stop it…you mustn't…stop…please stop…" Yet her struggles and words lacked conviction; she was past the point of no return when even if it meant death, the victims of a violent passion could do nothing but succumb to their lust. She felt his long hard penis against her; she had her back to the sink and was being pressed against it. Then his hands came under her buttocks and she was lifted up. The sliver of cloth that passed under groin was no defence; she felt him slip past it and his manhood was pressing against her vulva. She was very wet and he had no difficulty slipping into her. Then she was impaled upon him, her feet off the floor. Her struggles diminished. It was beautiful, that warm, firm maleness deep in her. He was strong and he was moving in her by raising and lowering her on him. Now for the first time he spoke, his words jerking out as he raised and lowered her; "I want…you…I've wanted…you for…a long time…" Jacinta was lost; she had no will to resist. She wanted his youthful potency; wanted to feel his warm sperm filling her; to surrender to him; and she cried out, "Steve…oh Steve…" As her passion took complete control of her she had one last thought before being lost completely in its power. "So this is the denouement, the moment when so much will change." She knew she was going to come and cried out, "Steve, I'm going to come…come with me now…please…." Then it came, the first jolt of his semen bursting into her, and as her orgasm struck she screamed, "O God…oh God…" They clung to each other, fighting to force his sperm in deep. Jacinta clawed at his naked back, and then for a moment she lost all awareness of Steve, the kitchen, everything around her. She was lost in a wonderful world of agonising but joyful ecstasy in which she was being consumed in the fires of rapture. Someone screamed again; it was her but not her. Then awareness began to return. Steve was ejecting the last of his semen into her and little rippling but diminishing jolts brought her back to the world and Steve. For a moment they still held together, then Steve slowly withdrew from her with seeming reluctance, and they stood embracing. "Forgive me," he murmured. "It's all right, darling," Jacinta whispered, and had intended to go on to reassure him that there was no harm done when she suddenly gasped, "My God, Harry! He could walk in any moment." Steve smiled gently and said, "No he won't." "Why, how do you know?" "Because he told me he wouldn't." "Why would he tell you that?" Jacinta asked, and then suddenly suspicious she went on, "Does he know why you came back to the house?" "Yes." She felt a frisson of anxiety and went on, "He didn't know what you were going to do, did he?" "Yes." "That you were going to…to…with his mother?" Jacinta felt weak and bewildered. "I've got to sit down," she said and going to the lounge flopped down on the divan. Steve followed her and sat beside her. "Harry knew you were coming back to the shack to try and…and…make love with me?" "Yes." "And he did nothing to stop you?" "No." "He didn't mind you're doing this with me?" "No," he grinned, "but he's hardly in a position to mind." "What do you mean, ‘not in a position to mind'?" Steve paused for a moment, and then went on, "Well, I suppose he ought to tell you himself, but I it might as well be me. Harry's been my mother's lover for nearly a year." Jacinta was stunned for a moment. Steve's mother, the beautiful Grace Carter, one of her closest friends, and her son was Grace's lover! Jacinta's world seemed to be turning upside down. "You're telling me the truth, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes, they were hot for each other for a long time." "How do you know?" "It was obvious; every time I was with Harry the talk constantly got around to mum; how beautiful she is, how she could get any guy she wanted; things like that. And when I was alone with mum, the same thing; she couldn't stop talking about Harry; what a fine looking young man he'd grown up to be, and how he could get any girl he wanted." "In the end I said to Harry, ‘For God's sake, you and mum are burning up for each other, so go and get it over with.' I waited until the time was right, then cleared off and left them alone for a couple of hours." "When I finally got back they both looked totally happy. I thought it would be a few times and that would be it, but it didn't work out like that. At every opportunity they're making love." He laughed and added, "I must say, mum's been a lot easier to live with since they started." "So Harry decided to return the compliment and leave you free to come and take me?" "Well, I suppose it is a bit like that, but he's more sensitive than you might think, and he's known for a long time that we've been horny for each other. He just wanted to give us the chance to do something it." Jacinta sat staring unseeingly, trying to digest what Steve had told her. It seemed impossible that her son was the lover of a woman her own age, but then, after a brief protest she had accepted Steve readily enough…would accept him again if he wanted her. Steve, anxious at her silence asked hesitantly, "You're not angry are you; I didn't mean to upset you, but I thought you might as well know the truth." Jacinta looked at him, and then kissing him softly on the lips said, "No, I'm not angry; I'm just trying to adjust. My son with his best friend's mother and his best friend with me, it's all a bit like a dream." "A nice dream?" "A very nice dream," but you do realise that our relationship has changed, don't you? It can't ever be the same again, no matter what happens from now on." "Yes, I realise that," he said, "but like mum and Harry something had to give one way or the other, so I just took the chance." She kissed him again and added, "Next time you won't need to half rape me and we'll do it somewhere more comfortable." She gave a little laugh and rising she said, "I've got a meal to prepare, you'd better go and find Harry and tell him to come in. I suppose he'll want to know whether or not you scored. You might as well tell him." "I hope we both scored, Jacinta," he said seriously. "Yes, darling, we both scored, now go and find Harry." Steve left, and Jacinta paid a quick visit to the shower to get rid of Steve's massive discharge of sperm that was running out of her vagina and down her thighs. She tried to think what might happen next. Steve had initiated the new relationship, but her words to him had given it a future. She knew she would have to talk with Harry; to find out if Steve was right and that Harry really did not mind. She prepared the meal and was ready to serve as Steve and Harry walked in. Harry looked at her with a quizzical smile on his face, but said nothing. The meal was eaten in silence, but each of them knew that things must be discussed. After clearing up Steve said, "I'm going for a walk…be back in about an hour." Then he was gone. "We have to talk, Harry, let's sit down." They sat facing each other in the lounge. "Was it good, mum?" "Yes, darling, but it would have been better in bed. I know about you and Grace." "Yes, Steve said he'd told you." "Is it good with her?" "Yes, it's fantastic, it's never been better." "And you don't mind about me and Steve?" He gave a rueful laugh and said, "I'm not in any position to mind, am I?" "No, I suppose not, but what about Grace's husband, how do you feel about him?" He shrugged and said, "Jeff leaves Grace on her own for months at a time. Grace thinks he's got a woman in every port." (Jeff was the captain of an international cargo vessel) "Grace is a very attractive woman and it's hard for her to do without sex, especially when she believes Jeff isn't going without. What about dad?" Jacinta knew that subject would be raised and didn't know how to answer Harry's question. In the course of his business Justin might leave her for a week or two, but not for months. Harry came partially to her rescue. "Look mum, I could see that you and Steve were crazy for each other. At first I thought that the only way you two were going to solve that problem was if you and Steve never saw each other again. That would have meant cutting my self off from Steve and ending years of friendship. It might also have meant an end to my relationship with Grace, and I'm too selfish to make those sorts of sacrifices." "The alternative was to arrange things so that you and Steve could sort it out between you…let you have the opportunity to decide what you wanted to do. Well, you have sorted it out up to a point. As for dad, I don't know, but seeing you were so hot for Steve I thought there must be something wrong with you and dad. I'm not asking you to tell me and I promise I'll never say anything to dad about you and Steve. As for you, it's your conscience and you'll have to work it out your way." "Will you mind if Steve sleeps with me?" "He smiled a trifle sadly and said, "Of course not, but don't make what you're doing too obvious because my lady isn't here." Jacinta kissed him and said, "Thank you darling for understanding. You'd better see if you can find Steve and let him know we've had our talk." Harry left and Jacinta sat thinking for a while. In the midst of her meditation she heard the bleating of her mobile. She picked it up and it was Justin. A spear of guilt raced through her and for one crazy moment she thought he had somehow already learned of her infidelity. "Hello darling," came his hearty voice. "Er…look, I'm snowed under here, might not be able to get to the shack for a couple of weeks, will you be all right there with the boys or do you want to come home?" Recovering from her moment of guilt Jacinta said somewhat insincerely, "Oh, what a pity; I'll be fine here with the boys to look after me." Then a thought struck her; "Darling, I wouldn't mind a bit of female company down here, would you mind if I asked Grace to come and stay for a while. Jeff's off somewhere on the high seas and she's all on her own." "Good idea, darling." He laughed and went on, "Help you keep the boys in order." Jacinta tried to return the laugh but only came out with a croak and said, "I think they're well past the age where their mothers can keep them in order." "You're probably right," Justin chuckled. "I'll give you a call later in the week to see how you're going. Have a good time." "I shall now," thought Jacinta a she pressed in Grace's number. It was some time before Grace answered and Jacinta had almost given up when Grace's slightly slumberous voice answered. "I was just having a bit of a doze, darling," she said, "how are things going? Steve being helpful?" "Yes, yes he is. How would you like to join us for a week or two?" "Darling, I'd love to; when?" "Tomorrow if you can make it." "Can do," replied Grace." "Lovely; see you some time tomorrow then." "Wonderful, thanks for asking me." Grace sounded very enthusiastic and Jacinta didn't need to ask why. The Eden Shack She said nothing to the boys about Grace's impending arrival, preferring to leave it as a surprise, especially for Harry. That night, and at Jacinta's invitation, Steve joined her in bed. She had a little plan in mind; a sort of revenge for his penetration of her being taken standing up against the sink. "You do really want me, don't you?" she asked ingenuously. "You know I do," he replied. "Good, then you're going to get quite a lot of me." "What do you mean?" "Lie on your back and no fuss. I'm going to rub myself all over you and mark you with my juice, and then you're going to smell and taste me whether you like it or." She didn't wait for any response and began to squirm her sex organ over him, starting by sliding it over his penis, moving it along the crevice of her vulva. Then she moved slowly up his belly and chest, finally poising it over his face and crushing it down onto his mouth. "Lick me you fiend," she squealed, "make me come." She felt his tongue enter her vaginal tunnel, thrusting back and forth. She was in a position to direct where she wanted his stimulation, and she moved so as to have his tongue pressure on her clitoris. "Make me come…make me come…you beast…oh…oh…aaaah…" She got her wish and more. Like a great ocean wave crashing in against a cliff it came, shaking her and dragging screams of delicious ecstasy from her. In her frenzy she became lost to Steve for a few moments and she thought she would faint. Hot spears seem to tear through her and she was in a vortex of coloured flashing lights. Then the wave receded and was followed by little wavelets tinkling on the sand of a bay, gradually diminishing, and then ceasing. She rolled off Steve, and looking at him saw that his face was drenched with her fluid. "You poor boy," she said weakly, and began to lick his face clean. "Was it too bad of me?" she asked. "You can be as bad as you like and as often as you like," he replied. "Now I must do something for you, darling," Jacinta cooed, and sitting across him she drew his penis into her. "Is that nice darling? Do you like being inside me…inside my warm wet tunnel…it's soft, isn't it…wouldn't you like to impregnate me? Put all that lovely baby making juice inside me and make a baby? "Yes," he gasped. She began to move on him as he lay helplessly submitting to her. Faster and faster she moved, and then suddenly he grasped her hips and groaned, "Don't stop," and the first ejection of semen drove into her. "That's right, darling, let it all go, put it in deep; put a lovely baby in me." It is doubtful if Steve heard her words because now it was he out in space as he emptied into her. There had been girls, quite a few of them, but nothing like this; the older woman, soft and warm, giving and demanding; the mother goddess who understood the nuances of sexual love, who drew out from the younger man the desire to impregnate, the longing to fulfil the primal drive to reproduce the species. With a final groan he finished and looking up at her he said, "Jacinta," and in that one word he seemed to encapsulate all the wonder and ecstasy of their union. She let him rest inside her for a long time, enjoying the physical union of genitals with genitals. They began to speak, using words of love and devotion, and then he asked, "Shall I be able to make you pregnant?" "Why, do you want to?" "You seemed to want me to, and I've never felt like…like I needed to impregnate before." "I don't think you will be able to, darling." "No, Harry hasn't got mother pregnant and she's not on the pill and they don't use anything." "Does she want to get pregnant to Harry?" "I'm not sure. She might do but it'd bust everything wide open, there'd be a hell of row and it'd finish the marriage." Jacinta thought for a moment and then said, "You know it can't last, don't you." "What can't?" "Your mother and Harry, you and me; we can enjoy each other but it won't last for ever." "Why if nobody ever finds out?" "Because, my darling, the age gap is too great, and you've already said you would like to impregnate me. It means that some time you're going to want to have children; and think about it; how would you feel when you're forty and you look at me, a sixty two year old woman? Let's enjoy each other while we can, but don't let's start thinking long term." "It's not just infatuation," protested Steve, "I've loved you ever since I was a child, and now it's become…become this, I love you even more." "I know you do, darling, but you're not a child anymore and what we have now is adult love, and it's adulterous." "If I did make you pregnant, would you leave Justin and live with me?" "I told you, I don't think you'll make me pregnant. Justin only managed it once, and although we tried to have more children we couldn't. We had tests and they found nothing wrong with either of us, but it just didn't happen. Now stop talking and let's have a shower and make love again." They shared the shower and Steve would have taken her standing up again, but she protested, "No Steve, that's reserved for anniversaries." "What anniversaries?" "The anniversary of our first time in the kitchen; now stop messing about and let's get back to bed and I'll do something nice to you." "You already have, several times." "Variety is the seasoning of sexual love, darling" she laughed. In bed she got him to lie on his back again. He thought she was going to repeat her previous performance of making him lick her, but she began by slowly stroking his hard phallus. Little droplets of clear sticky fluid welled up out of his urethra. She pressed his foreskin back hard and leaned over to sniff his maleness. Justin had always smelt slightly acrid and she didn't much like it, but Steve was different. She tried to identify the aroma and decided it was a bit like roses after they had passed beyond full bloom. She licked the droplets of pre-cum from the crown of his penis, tasting their slightly salty flavour, and then began to masturbate him with increasing rapidity. Waiting until she sensed he was about to come, she leaned over and took his penis into her mouth. His sperm splattered against the back of her throat and she felt his hands clasp the back of her head, holding her firmly to him, and he cried out, "Oh, Jacinta…oh my God…" She swallowed as rapidly as she could, but his emission was beyond anything she had experienced with Justin, even in early days. Using a hand to gently caress his testes, she realised why the massive discharge; they were huge compared to Justin's, and although he was emptying them they still felt firm, as if filling as fast as he emptied them. Steve having ejaculated several times that day she decided they would now say goodnight and go to sleep, but it was not to be. If Justin failed to keep up with her needs, Steve overwhelmed them. In the end he had no more semen to pump into her, but somehow he retained an erection, and lying facing each other he was content to let his penis lie in her tunnel. She went to sleep like that and of course, they parted during the night, but in the morning Steve was ready to go again, taking her soon after she woke up. She wondered what sort of insatiable monster she had unleashed in him. He seemed to want all of her, sucking her nipples avidly, ever ready to give her oral sex, he could not leave her alone; he was like a child let loose in a chocolate factory. In the end she had to say something to him. "Darling, as much as I love you, I don't think I can keep up the pace; you're overwhelming me." He immediately looked contrite and said, "Sorry Jacinta, but it's your fault for being so beautiful; I just don't seem to be able to get enough of you." At breakfast poor Harry seemed very disgruntled. He didn't say anything but Jacinta knew what the trouble was. Despite his request Steve and she had been very noisy in their love making, and it must have been hell for him imagining what they were doing. In order to ensure some respite she told the boys to go for a swim or walk. "I've got things to do," she told them, "and don't want you under my feet for a couple of hours." They cleared off. She didn't really have all that much to do except to clear up the mess Steve and she had made of the bed. "It'll be clean sheets a couple of time a day if we go on like this," she thought. Until the previous night the boys had slept in the room with single beds. With the impending arrival of Grace, and understanding what that would mean, she prepared the double bed in the third bedroom. The boys had not returned when Jacinta heard a car approaching along the track. She went out to greet Grace who, stepping out of her car looked radiantly lovely. "A woman in love and anticipating the delights to come," Jacinta thought. They embraced and Grace said, "Thank you for inviting me, darling, I'm sure I'm in for a lovely time." "I'm sure you are," thought Jacinta. They went into the house and after putting Grace's luggage in the bedroom Jacinta made a cup of tea. She had decided that she would get the revelations over as quickly as possible, so she opened up with, "I know you and Harry are lovers." Grace's face flushed; "How…how do you know?" "Steve told me." "My God, the…the…" "It's all right Grace; you might as well know that Steve and I are lovers now." There was long silence, and then almost simultaneously the two women burst out laughing. "Really darling, it's so funny," said Grace. "I've heard about wife and husband swapping, but this is almost like son swapping. Is Steve good to you?" "Well yes, but perhaps he's a bit too good. I thought I'd be able to keep up with any man, but he just overwhelms me." "Ah, early days darling; it was like that when Harry and I first started. I think it's something to do with our being so much older than them. With the young girls they get sex, with us they get sex and a bit of mothering as well. Those two combined can be a pretty potent mix." "I'd say a hundred octane," Jacinta chuckled, "I've had to slow Steve down a bit before he wears me out completely." "Pity we can't find another woman for him, darling, take the pressure off you." Jacinta bridled at this. "I don't want another woman taking the pressure off, I want…" "Only joking darling, said Grace; and it's partly your own fault for making him wait so long for you." "You knew about how he felt about me?" "Of course I did; you cropped up in every conversation. Now where are the boys?" "They've gone off swimming or walking. They'll be back soon." "Wonderful, I'll go and distribute my goods and chattels around the bedroom." "And I'd better prepare some lunch," responded Jacinta." In the midst of these activities Steve and Harry returned. Coming in from the direction of the beach they had approached the house from the back, so Grace's car could not be seen since it as at the front. As is the way with youth Harry's first question was, "What's to eat, mum." Jacinta didn't have time to reply because it became obvious what was to eat. Grace had stepped outside the bedroom and Harry spotted her." "Grace," he yelled. "Hello darling," Grace said softly. The next moment they were in each other's arms, and the eating began. Jacinta wasn't sure if it was Grace pulling Harry into the bedroom or Harry pushing Grace in, but quickly they disappeared. Steve grinned and said, "They don't seem to want any lunch." During lunch there were muffled sounds coming from the bedroom punctuated by an occasional scream of "Yes, darling…oh yes…" "I think they're pleased to see each other," Jacinta, commented with a giggle. What was taking place between Harry and Grace faded from the consciousness of Jacinta and Steve, for Jacinta, being somewhat inspired by what she had heard, and her libido having recovered, they retired to their bedroom and engaged in some mating of their own. Steve was a little less urgent and was happy for long stretches to simply caress Jacinta or lie still with his penis inside her. When Steve did ejaculate Jacinta came on each occasion and as the climax approached she begged Steve to impregnate her. Her urgent cries were unexpected since she had never felt quite so fervid about becoming pregnant when climaxing with Justin. As time for the evening meal approached a weary but happy Steve and Jacinta rose from their bed of love, and an attempt was made to get a meal ready. As the time for serving approached Jacinta became a little anxious. Grace and Harry had made no appearance but no sounds were coming from their room. "I've heard of people fucking each other to death," quipped Steve, "do you think they've killed each other?" "I doubt it," laughed Jacinta, "but one of us had better take a look." There some discussion about whom the disturber of the peace should be, and finally it was decided that Steve would make the endeavour. He tapped softly at the bedroom door, and there was no answer. Cautiously he opened it then shut it again quietly. "My God," he said, "mum is lying on top of Harry with his penis inside her, and they're both asleep, and the bed is chaos." "A bit like ours," said Jacinta. "Do you think we should wake them?" "No; if they're so exhausted that they can sleep in that position I think we'd better leave them." They ate the meal and cleared up, and then Jacinta said, "Darling, we're both reeking of sex and I've got your sperm running out of me and down my legs. Let's go for an evening swim. If there's nobody about we can go in nude. Hand in hand they went down to the beach. Not a soul was in sight, so they ran into the water naked. Steve put his fingers into Jacinta's vagina and washed out the residual sperm. This action got them both going and Steve said, I've always wanted sex in the sea, and promptly began to lift Jacinta onto his erect penis. "I said no more standing up copulating," complained Jacinta, "it's for the anniversary." "Yes, but that was in the kitchen," grinned Steve, and he dropped her down onto his hard shaft and penetrated. Supported by the buoyancy of the water it was not so energy sapping as the kitchen union. As a gentle orgasm approached Jacinta asked, "Will you always want me as much as you do now?" Steve did not reply because at that moment he ejaculated. Jacinta gave a little whimper and surrendered to her orgasm. On returning to the shack they were confronted by two very weary but happy people. "You've managed to get up then," said Steve. "Yes, but not for long," retorted Grace. "We've got up to have a wash, and Jacinta, are there any clean sheets?" "And something to eat," muttered Harry. "Look," replied Jacinta, "Steve and I have just been in for a swim, why don't you do the same; it'll really freshen you up. I'll put something together for you to eat while you're gone." They wandered off and Steve said, "My God, Jacinta, those two are not safe apart. They haven't seen each other for two weeks and they can't stop copulating. If they go on like this they really will kill each other." "I don't think I've heard of terminal copulating," replied Jacinta. On their return Harry and Grace looked somewhat refreshed, and they ate ravenously. When they finished they raced through the clearing up; Grace grabbed the fresh sheets Jacinta had put out for them, and they fled for the bedroom announcing they would "have an early night." Jacinta and Steve soon followed and after one round of love making they dropped off to sleep in each other's arms. During the days that followed the initial fervour slacked somewhat. More time was given to swimming, walking and doing the household chores. There were high moments when, seeing the beach deserted, both couples made love within sight of each other. They were rarely anything other than naked, and it seemed that all inhibitions had disappeared. Even when they were sitting around in the lounge Steve might be caressing Jacinta's breasts and Grace stroking Harry's penis while his fingers played gently with her clitoris. These activities tended to bring on another round of love making in each other presence, and Harry jokingly referred to the shack as "The Eden Shack," and the name stuck. The name Eden was well chosen for with the diminishing and then loss of sexual inhibitions, it was as if they had returned to the Garden of Eden; the place of innocence where there was no knowledge of good and evil. They could love and make love without dread of punishment in this life or the next. They were free to give and to receive. With this openness and their unselfconscious caressing and copulating in each other's presence, it was almost as if the next step was inevitable. It happened almost casually, as if it were the most natural thing to occur. Jacinta was reclining on the divan and Steve was absent from the room. Harry was lying on the rug while Grace slowly masturbated him. It was no frenzied stimulation, but the gentle unhurried act of love that by then had become frequent. It might not have even ended with them coupling or Harry ejaculating. It was so relaxed that Grace excused herself and left the room. Jacinta assumed she might have gone to the toilet or something like that. Seeing Harry still lying on the rug, his penis erect, she went to him, and sitting astride him lowered her self onto him. It seemed such a normal thing to do in that situation that Harry evinced no surprise, and simply accepted his mother's action, lying there enjoying her warm moistness. They both began to grow more excited and soon Jacinta was delighting in her orgasm as Harry ejaculated into her. Grace and Steve had re-entered the room and stood watching Jacinta and Harry. As their union came to an end Steve picked his mother up and laying her on the divan came over her and penetrated. It all had a dreamlike quality, and when both couples had finished they lay around still embracing each other, seemingly undisturbed by this further barrier they had broken through. Once the incest barrier was down no further impediment seemed to stand in their way. It no longer seemed to matter whose penis or tongue was in whose vagina or anus. It became a true and ongoing foursome and resembled an continuous sexual orgy. When Grace began to menstruate both boys went to bed with Jacinta and enjoyed her. That other world; the world of work and rules; of moral dictates and forbidden pleasures seemed so far away as to no longer exist. Yet it did exist and it made itself heard in the voice of Justin over the mobile. "Still snowed under, darling, but I thought I'd make it for the weekend." And he did make it, and it was as if the Lord God himself had entered their Paradise asking, "What have you done?" But Justin was not the Lord God, and he entered into their garden with his own brand of innocence. Totally unaware of the bacchanalian sexual festivities that had been going on, he was cheerful and assumed that everyone was delighted to see him. On the first night of his visit he took Jacinta in his usual careless manner, while everyone else became very respectable and longed for his departure so their revelries could resume. He left on Monday morning still blithely unaware of what he had broken into, even calling out to Steve and Harry, "Look after you mothers, boys'," as he drove away. During Justin's brief stay the four lovers had looked forward to his departure as a resumption of their bacchanalia. It was not to be. Justin might not have been the Lord God, and he might have been totally ignorant of the situation he had interrupted, but he had brought with him the atmosphere of that other world of sexual mores and hidden sexuality. The four of them, from being completely unselfconscious and uninhibited in their sexual coupling, now became uncomfortably aware of each other. The incestuous unions ceased, and they returned to their previous status of Harry with Grace and Steve with Jacinta. They no longer went around naked and copulation was confined to the bedrooms. In short, "The Eden Shack" became once more just "The Shack." The Eden Shack Even this relatively worthy arrangement was to receive another reminder of the other world. Jacinta, who was due to menstruate about four days after Justin had left, failed to do so. At first this did not trouble her, but when a week after she was due she still had not menstruated, she confided to Grace; "Grace, I think I'm pregnant." At first Grace assured her that all would be well, but it would prove to be so. On their return to that other world Jacinta was examined by a doctor who confirmed her pregnancy. She was faced with a triple paternity dilemma. Was the father Steve, Harry or Justin? The odds were in favour of Steve since it was with him she had made love most frequently, and since Justin had failed to impregnate her over many years he seemed an unlikely candidate. The point was, Jacinta would never really know. If she decided to have tests to prove paternity Justin would have to be included in the tests, and that would surely inform him that Jacinta had some reason to question paternity. As it was he accepted responsibility without question, while Steve, as it were, accepted responsibility unofficially. Had that been an end to the tangle all might have been well, but Grace, who flattered herself that she had escaped such consequences, also discovered she was pregnant about a month after they had left the shack. She had no husband to fall back on since time alone indicated the impossibility of Jeff being the father. When finally Jeff was informed of her condition the marriage was at an end. In the case of Grace, tests were made and the father proved to be, not Harry, but her son Steve. Despite this knowledge Harry decided to play the gallant and accept the responsibility. When eventually Justin learned of his son's apparent paternity all hell broke loose. "It's that woman," he yelled, "she seduced him. It must have been while they were at the shack, the bloody slut." Then turning on Jacinta he complained, "You should have kept an eye on them; I always knew that woman was a whore." And so it went on until Harry cleared out of home and went to live with Grace. For some time Steve continued to visit Jacinta in order to make love with her, but this faded and then ceased when he became engaged to and married a girl around his own age. Jacinta gave birth to a daughter whom she called, Joy. From then on her sex life was limited to Justin's routine requirements. Although she continued to visit the shack she had little enthusiasm for it and only went because Justin wanted to. There were too many memories for her now to get any pleasure from the place. Grace gave birth to a son and soon after Harry married her. As far as Jacinta knew he remained faithful to Grace until she died at age seventy five. Not long afterwards Harry married a girl some fifteen years his junior and they produced four children. When Jacinta lay dying her daughter Joy sat holding her hand, and it was she who heard Jacinta's last words. "The Eden Shack." Whether Jacinta went to another Eden, or to some place of eternal torment, not even the wisest of us knows.