The tremendous impact of a parent's attitudes and behavior upon a growing child has been emphasized repeatedly by psychologists. Indeed, a parent's influence often carries on into the child's later years, leaving an indelible mark upon his personality.
This influence can be favorable, as when a child grows into a mature and happy adult, or unfavorable, in the case where the child grows into a confused outsider.
This is the story of an impressionable young boy whose relationship with his amorous mother threatens to leave indelible marks on his personality if a potentially dangerous situation is not changed. Allowing her to lead him down a forbidden path, the lad is introduced to a realm of experience few have discovered at his age.
HOT FOR HER SON-a shocking story, certainly, but one which should be told.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Tom was trying to get the studs of his formal shirt in place, but the sight of his wife was too distracting. They hadn't fucked for a while and he was rather horny. The stiff piece of meat in his pants was clearly visible and when his wife saw it she smiled, but continued dressing. Tom stopped messing around with the studs and walked over to her. Taking her in his arms from behind, he pressed the lump of his crotch against her firm ass.
"Not now, baby. We don't want to be late," she said.
"Who says we don't? Fuck them, anyhow."
"Besides, I'm almost dressed," Sally protested.
"Well, you can be undressed in a flash, especially if I help you." He began grabbing at her bra. "Come on, strip, I'll be waiting."
Tom pulled his clothes off in two seconds and hopped into bed. He watched as Sally slipped out of her evening dress and admired the way she looked. Sally was a sight to see standing there in her pantyhose and bra, but he could hardly wait for her to pull the underwear off and join him on the bed.
Sally reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Lowering her arms, she let the garment fall into her hands. Tom looked at her tits. They had only a hint of sag; her figure was almost the same with or without a bra. Her nipples were dark brown and big as silver dollars.
Sally went over to the closet and turned back to her husband to pull down her hose and panties. When her ass was bared, she stood there a moment longer, shaking out her hair. She did that just to tease Tom, and it worked. He was getting anxious to get his hands on her smooth, soft skin. Finally, she turned toward him and walked to the bed. Her heavy tits bobbed slightly with each step. Tom stared at her black pubic patch and the sight brought the memory of the pungent odor of her cunt.
Sally smiled at him as she slid between the cool sheets. They immediately wrapped their arms around each other, and Tom had the satisfaction of feeling his young wife's breasts press and flatten against his hard chest.
Sally crawled atop Tom, rubbing her cunt against his thigh as she kissed him passionately. Their tongues met and entwined. Tom shoved his tongue into her mouth and explored its depths. Sally tasted Tom's saliva. As they kissed, they began to breathe harshly as their passion mounted.
Tom's prick was getting harder and longer, and it was twitching wildly with every heartbeat.
Tom wrapped his fingers around one of Sally's tits and squeezed gently. Her nipple pressed into his palm. Relaxing his hold, Tom began caressing the soft flesh.
Sally reached down and took Tom's throbbing cock in her hand. She knew just how to handle a stiff cock without bringing it too close to coming. Wrapping her hand around the bloated head, she squeezed. The fat, blood-engorged bulb compressed instantly to its full size. She moved her hand down to his balls and lifted them gently. She rolled them around in the palm of her hand for a while before releasing them. Very slowly, she slid ' the loose skin on his cock up and down. Her fingertips pressed the soft tube that ran under his prick and she knew that hot cream would flow through it before very long.
Tom began to inch down her body, kissing her neck. As his lips and tongue traveled from her mouth to her tits, his hand moved over her stomach toward the hairy mound of her cunt. He rested his cheek on one warm jug. After poking a finger in her belly button, his fingers traced down to her curly pubic patch.
When Tom's fingers reached her crinkly hairs, he combed his fingers through them and then held her cunt-mound tightly in his hand. Pressing against the spongy tissue of her pussy, he felt the hot liquid ooze onto his fingers. He maneuvered his middle finger into the pink opening. The satin lining seemed unbelievably smooth. Her cunt opened to accept the probing digit, and Tom reached in as far as he could. His finger rotated all around the liquid-filled tunnel, massaging the walls of that dark cave. It was obvious that Sally was enjoying his fingering by the way she spread her thighs for him.
While keeping his finger in the depths of her snatch, Tom moved his thumb to the stiff little knob of her clit. He pressed the magic button and felt his wife's body tense with passion. Gently, he moved the nubbin in small circles against the pubic bone beneath it. Sally began moving her hips in a sensuous rhythm, and her moans became more intense. The slimy fluid was running from her cunt in greater and greater quantities, and flowing down the cheeks of her ass.
Lifting his cheek from her tit, he lowered his mouth onto one of her nipples. His soft tongue came out and met the hard, puckered skin.
Flicking his tongue quickly over the nipple caused it to become even harder. Tom sucked the rigid bud into his mouth, squeezing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
"Harder, honey, bite it. Ohhhhhh," Sally groaned.
Tom knew just how hard she liked to have her tit sucked, but he liked to go easy, forcing her to tell him. When he began to nibble, Sally cried out in ecstasy, just as Tom knew she would. She was jerking the skin on his shaft up and down faster and harder.
Once again, Tom began to slide down his wife's body. His prick was pulled out of her hand as Tom ran his tongue down the middle of her stomach. Pausing to ream out her navel again, this time with his tongue, Tom was well on his way to her cunt. Sally knew where he was going and she shook in anticipation.
Tom. crawled between Sally's thighs and got into position to ream out her cunt. He began to kiss the skin around the hair and, sticking his tongue out, he licked the tender valley between her mound and upper-thighs. When he finally put his tongue in the nest of wiry hair, he felt drops of cunt-juice clinging there.
Pressing on toward the pink slit, the taste of cunt liquor filled his senses and made him plow through the hair quickly until his tongue was well into the parted lips of her cunt. Sally put her hands on his head and tried to pull him even closer to her drooling gash.
His tongue began to lash the slick interior of her cunt. Sally threw her head to one side and wrinkled up her face in an expression of intense pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations that were being generated in her pussy by Tom's lapping tongue.
Twisting and turning his tongue, Tom licked all around in the deep tunnel and made the juice flow copiously. The bud of her clit was his next target. Withdrawing his tongue from the canal, he fluttered it so that the tip just brushed her stiff clit. Sally inhaled suddenly as a wave of sexual lust surged through her, and she lifted her knees higher to give Tom better access to her cunt.
He didn't want to bring her to an orgasm yet, so when it seemed that she was close, he took his tongue from her clit and began licking the inner-lips and canal again. By continually working his way back to her clit and tonguing the knob until she was ready to come. Tom brought his wife to a state of wild frenzy. Her body was buzzing with electric lust, but he kept her on the razor's edge.
When he thought she might come if he continued licking any portion of her cunt, he began to run his tongue around the perimeter of it again. Putting his hands under her thighs, he lifted them and pushed them even farther apart, exposing her asshole.
He held her that way for a few seconds as he feasted his eyes on the beauty of her opened crotch. He could see her erect clit and the puckered opening of her asshole. The whole area was glistening with the warm, fragrant cream that was leaking from her cunt.
Tom moved his face forward. He felt the wet thighs touch his cheeks and he put his tongue out. He reached her asshole and began to lick. Sally was kicking her feet in the air in desperation. When Tom put his tongue in the center of the pungent target and pushed, he managed to get about half an inch of tongue into that hot chamber.
"Ohhhh, that feels sooooo good. Ooooo-ohhhhhhhh!" Sally moaned.
Tom wiggled his tongue as much as he could in the tight grip of her hole. Letting her hips down, his tongue slipped out of her ass and back into her cunt. He began his licking technique again, but when he started working on her clit, Sally grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up over her body.
"Get in," she gasped. "Quick, stick it in me. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
Tom covered her body with his, and brought his prick up to her crotch. Sally grabbed his tool and guided it into her starving cunt. He drove his cock in to the hilt. After letting it lay still in her cunt for a second or two, he began pumping. Sally moved her hips in opposition to his, and every thrust brought his cock deep into her. With every lunge, she cried out with a loud gasp. Pulling their hips apart, the large rod appeared between them, almost to the fat head, and then disappeared up her snatch again.
As they pumped away at each other, they clutched each other's bodies and panted in each other's ear. Sally began moaning, her orgasm rapidly approaching. Tom kept plunging in the hot sheath of her cunt, and with each plunge, he got closer to ecstasy. Sally had been on the brink of coming for a long time now and she was moving in. Wrapping her legs around her husband's waist, she felt the orgasm exploding in her belly.
"I-I-H'm coming. Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh. Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed.
"Yeah, yeah. Me, Too. UWihhh!'' Tom cried.
Tom felt her cunt contract and grab at his prick as Sally came. His hot juice shot into her, filling her snatch with white heat. They didn't stop pumping until every drop of jism was squeezed from his cock and Sally's contractions had stopped. They were drained of energy and lust, and collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh.
"Wasn't that worth being late to a party?" he asked.
CHAPTER TWO
Chuck Hills was spending the night with his buddy, Jeff. When his parents were out, he preferred to stay with a friend than have a sitter, and his parents wouldn't let him stay alone. He was twelve but they didn't think that was old enough.
Chuck and Jeff were in Jeff's room, talking about the girls at school. They were speculating on which ones might be the most willing to put out for them. They were both virgins and were desperately trying to change the situation.
"I still think Sharon is the nicest chick in the sixth grade," Chuck said. "She had the biggest tits of any girl in the whole school, including the teachers."
"Yeah, but she's kind of fat. I like Eileen. Man, I'd love to stick my dick up her cunt."
Jeff reached under his mattress and pulled out a bunch of magazines that were full of naked women. The boys looked over the pictures. They tried to find bodies similar to the ones of the girls they knew so they could get an idea of what they would look like without their clothes on.
"See, these are the kind of tits Judy has," Jeff said, pointing to a huge pair in the magazine.
"I don't think hers are that big. These look more like Mrs. Scott's," Chuck argued.
"Are you kidding? If that old bag took her bra off, her tits would hang down to her knees," Jeff said. "Hey, what time is it? I can show you something really great."
Chuck said it was almost ten and Jeff said that it was just the right time. Chuck followed his excited friend as he left the room and went into the bathroom. He opened the window and climbed out onto the roof of the adjoining garage. Chuck found himself looking at the brightly lit window of the house next door.
"Betty's room," Jeff said in a whisper. "I watch her undress every now and then."
Chuck smiled mischievously. He had seen that chick before. She was one of those older girls that young, horny guys like himself dreamed about. Chuck could see into her room, and he hoped that they would get to see her naked body. She looked so good with her clothes on that Chuck couldn't believe she could look any better naked.
The room had pink wallpaper and a lot of lace. Chuck noticed a teddy bear, the kind guys liked to win for their girlfriends. There were some pictures of rock singers on the walls. Chuck couldn't believe that she would get undressed without pulling the shade down, but there weren't any windows opposite hers, and if they weren't out there on that roof, no one could see her.
The room seemed empty, although the light was on. Then a blur of motion passed the window. The shade was down far enough so they could only see the girl's body and she couldn't see them. She passed by again, but too close to the window, and she was going to fast for them to see much, but she was obviously dressed.
The she appeared farther back and she stopped in front of a dresser. Now both boys could see that she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a jersey.
Chuck's cock was already hard. It was going to be pretty disappointing if they didn't get to see something now.
Betty leaned over an opened drawer, thrusting her ass towards the guys. It was a beautiful sight, but they were hoping for so much more. She turned suddenly, giving them a great profile view of her tits. Both of them gasped as they saw how those heavy jugs hung and stuck out from her chest.
Then, as quick as she'd appeared, she went out of sight. Chuck was in agony. He wanted, more than anything in the world, to see those boobs in the flesh. His prick was struggling to tear its way out of his pants. It was so exciting to be out there, peeking into that chick's window, but if he didn't get a chance to see some skin, it would be a tragedy. Then, suddenly, she was back.
They had a good view of her knees to her shoulders. When she grabbed the front of her jersey, Chuck and Jeff held their breath. The curtain was lifted and those jugs came spilling out. It was the most sensational sight Chuck had ever seen.
Chuck was breathing hard and feeling dizzy, but when Betty turned and took a few steps, causing her tits to jiggle, he thought he would fall right off that roof. Fortunately, he managed to stay on his feet, and watched the tits tremble to a standstill again. They had a good profile view as Betty reached down for something. Her gorgeous boobs swung down and hung like they were about to burst. Chuck's hands curled into a cupped shape as if he was going to reach out and take one of those pendulous tits into them.
When Betty stood again, Chuck was sure he could hear those tits slap down into place. They quavered again before coming to rest. Betty reached for her belt buckle and unfastened it.
Chuck was going wild. This was more skin than he'd ever seen on a chick's body, except in pictures, and it was blowing his mind. His eyes were glued to the emerging belly as Betty pulled down the zipper.
It was a struggle for the guys watching, too. They had to force themselves not to pull down their own pants and start jerking off. The girl wiggled out of the jeans and stood there in a tiny pair of bikini undies.
Betty folded her pants, turned around and walked out of sight. The boys followed her ass with their eyes. They could see the dark crack through the filmy material of the panties. Her asscheeks had the same seductive wiggle as her tits when she walked. The guys were too stunned to be worried about her reappearing, but before they knew it, she was back. Now they noticed that they could see her pubic hair through the undies too.
"Take off your pants," Chuck whispered, as if he could get her to do it by mental telepathy. Betty lifted a brown paper bag and reached into it. She pulled out some small, folded garments. The guys didn't want to take their eyes off her for a second, so they didn't know what they were until she unfolded them, and held them up in front of her face. She was looking at three new pairs of bikini undies like the ones she was wearing.
As the boys stared, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of the undies she was wearing, and, with a fast pull, stripped them from her. Now they had an unobstructed view of her cunt. They must have been forty feet away from the fuzzy muff, but their sharp eyes focused right in on it. They could see how thick her hair was. They also saw the round curve of it, and knew that it would feel nice and plump under their hand if they were ever lucky enough to touch it.
Betty turned again, so her. ass was visible, then she leaned over the dresser. Both guys groaned with starving passion as her pussy peeked out under the crack of her ass. Chuck couldn't resist any longer. His hand automatically went to his fly and he opened it. With some difficulty, he pulled out his stiff prick. The cool, night air caressed his prick for a second before he wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Jeff saw what he was doing, he followed his friend's example.
Betty turned toward them again and picked up one of the pairs of panties that she had taken out of the bag. She stepped into them and pulled them up snuggly around her crotch. How lucky could those kids be? She was going to try on her new undies, and they were going to watch. Betty looked at herself in the mirror above her dresser, as the guys watched from the other direction.
She turned this way and that. The boys stroked their pricks as they watched her model her panties. And with every move she made, her tits swayed like pendulums. When Betty faced the window and looked at her ass in the mirror by looking over her shoulders, one of her tits rose with her movement, and stood out more prominently. It was quite a sight, and made the guy's hands speed up.
Chuck looked at the way the sheer nylon clung to the curve of her pussy, then he looked at her swaying tits. He didn't know which part of her perfect body to stare at. He was already feeling the first stirrings of an orgasm rising in his belly. It was fantastic watching that naked body moving around, but he, of course, couldn't help wishing that he was in that room with that girl. He thought of all the things he could do to her if she would only let him.
As Betty pulled off another pair of undies and began to step into the next pair, Chuck felt his jism churning. He could hear Jeff grunting, and from the corner of his eye, he was sure he could see globs of jism flying.
Chuck burned his vision into the hairy muff that was about to be covered with nylon as his prick began spitting hot, white cum. His hand flew back and forth until he cried out in ecstasy. He struggled to keep his eyes opened as he came so he wouldn't miss a second of that sexy chick's body.
Even when he was emptied of cream, Chuck couldn't take his eyes off Betty. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, but before Betty was finished with the fashion show, it was hard again. They watched until her light went out, then they crawled back into the window. Almost as soon as they got back to Jeff's room, Jeff left Chuck to go to the bathroom. Chuck figured his friend was going to jerk it for the second time, and he did the same while his buddy was gone.
When Chuck was in bed, he thought about
Betty's luscious figure. Usually his only contact with tits and pussy like that were in his imagination, or in a picture. Now that he'd seen the real thing, he was more determined than ever to get his hands on a body like that. There were plenty of girls around, he reasoned, and one of them would be willing to let him do what he'd been dying to do for years now.
Chuck was a good-looking kid. Tall and dark, a mop of curly hair and a handsome face, like his father. He knew that girls liked him, but he was too shy. There had been times when he knew a girl was interested, but he always got tongue-tied and blew it. Now that he'd seen Betty, he promised to try harder.
CHAPTER THREE
When Sally and Tom arrived at the party, things were well under way. They slipped in unnoticed by the crowd. The warm satisfaction of having fucked recently was still with them, and they weren't really in a party mood. They went to the bar and grabbed a few drinks. They looked around the sea of familiar faces. The loud conversation assaulted their ears.
Sally began talking with a few of the women, and Tom wandered around. He said hello to some friends, but he didn't feel like getting into any conversations. The drink hadn't started loosening him up yet, so he was keeping a low profile. As he glided around, he saw a woman whom he'd never seen before. She was a sexy bitch, and despite the recent fuck he'd had with his wife, his old instincts led him to her side.
She was wearing a slinky gown that showed off her ripe tits. Her jet black hair was scattered around her shoulders, and her eyes flashed as she looked around the room. She was sitting comfortably on a couch. Tom sat down beside her.
"Hi," she said, lifting her eyebrows as if she liked what she saw.
"You're a new face," he said as he stared down at her overflowing jugs.
"Yeah, I'm Bob's cousin from Frisco. I haven't been here in years."
Tom wasn't used to flirting with chicks, but she was making it easy for him. Tom introduced himself. She said her name was Jane.
"Do you always look a girl right in the tits like that?" she asked.
At first, Tom was embarrassed, but when he saw the warm smile she was wearing, he relaxed.
"I couldn't help it," he said. "There seems to be something about your body that attracts my eyes."
"Is that all that's being attracted?"
Tom was amazed. Chicks hadn't acted like that when he was single, unfortunately.
"In a crowded room, yes," he said.
"I think I'll take a stroll," Jane said, and looked at him with an invitation in her eyes.
She slinked out of the room, throwing Tom a few glances over her shoulder. He looked for Sally. She seemed to be busy with a group of wives. Tom was getting excited. This sort of thing hadn't happened to him in a long time, and he didn't meet chicks like Jane every day. He got up and went after her.
Tom walked out of the room, but there was no trace of Jane. A stairway led both up and down. As he was making up his mind, Carol, the hostess, came along and asked him how he was enjoying the party. They chatted for a few minutes before she drifted on. Carol and her husband, Bob, were some of Tom's and Sally's best friends. If one of them saw him with Jane, it would mean trouble for him. He almost decided to skip the whole thing, but then the memory of her tits pouring over her gown came back to him, and he ran down the stairs looking for her. He didn't think she'd be upstairs, there were only bedrooms up there, but there was a comfortable den in the basement.
It was a good choice. Jane was sitting on a couch. She seemed to like couches, Tom thought. He went over to her and sat down. Jane turned toward him and leaned his way. She and Tom embraced and Jane thrust her tongue into his mouth. It was incredible to Tom that he was suddenly kissing her there, where his wife could walk in at any minute.
Tom could feel that he had sized up her body pretty well. With his arms around her and her heavy tits pressed against his chest, the full glory of her figure revealed itself to him. It was more exciting than he ever thought possible to feel another woman's body after being married for so many years. His cock was full and hard as it pressed desperately against Jane's thigh. He could feel it pulsing with his pounding heart and was sure she could feel it too.
His hand slid up her side until it touched one of those globes he'd been admiring. Jane's tits were much bigger than Sally's. He cupped the huge jug and slowly squeezed. The feel of her tit oozing through his fingers made him eager for more of her. His hand crept into the opening at the top of her gown. When he felt the warm smoothness of her skin, he realized what it meant to be with a strange woman.
Tom cupped her tit and lifted it toward his mouth as he lowered his head and kissed the nipple. It was an enormous circle of pink flesh, and as he kissed it, he could feel it become erect under his lips.
Jane, began to fondle with his belt buckle. Her fingers clutched nervously as he helped her unfasten his pants. When she pulled the zipper down the huge bulge in his underpants sprang out at her. She pulled his shorts down and stared at the stiff piece of meat. Taking his cock in both hands, Jane ran her fingers up and down the full length of the shaft and caressed the spongy head. Her head tilted back slightly and Tom could tell that she wanted him to kiss her again. As he kissed her, she kept one hand on his shaft and cupped his balls in the other. Their tongues licked hungrily at each other.
Her body started to sink and slide down his. Soon she was on her knees in front of him; face to face with his prick. Bringing her open mouth forward, she took the cock into the hot furnace and closed her lips around it. Her mouth was filled with saliva and she began to bathe his tool with vigorous movements of her tongue. Tom closed his eyes tightly. Any worries he had about being discovered were forgotten in the passion of this fantastic blow-job. All that mattered to him at the moment was the intense pleasure her mouth inflicted on his prick.
As she sucked, Jane kept his nuts in her hand and played with them. She would gently lift them and then lower them again as if she were weighing them. Then she closed her hand around them until it almost hurt. The way she handled his balls added an exciting dimension to her cock-sucking and Tom appreciated her every move. She was taking her time with him. He felt the tip of her tongue circle his cock-head, then tickle the underside of it.
She worked on him for quite a while before he began to feel the powerful sensations of an approaching climax. He wanted to thrust his lance down her throat and pump, but he let her do the work. It was clear that she knew what she was doing and Tom trusted her to give him a good orgasm when she was ready. As she continued tonguing him, she released his balls and wrapped her hands around his hips. Her fingertips ran up and down the crack of his ass. Tom's body began to quiver slightly at her light touch.
Tom had to lean back against the arm of the couch. Jane began to move her head back and forth on his prick. Looking down, Tom could see his rod sliding in and out of her mouth. She was taking it deep into her throat and then backing her head away until the fat head laid on her tongue. Tom put his hands lightly on the sides of her head. Jane slowly increased the speed of her head-thrusts and began to hold his plunging prick tighter in her mouth. Her teeth grazed the high ridge that collared his cock-head, increasing his pleasure.
"Oh, baby, where did you learn to suck like that? Ohhh."
"Mmmmmm," she purred.
Her head was moving faster and Tom began to feel the first pangs of an orgasm. Jane heard his breathing deepen and speed up until he was panting. She knew he was close to coming and she grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand while the fingers of the other hand crept deeper between his asscheeks.
Jane's finger wiggled to his asshole and struggled to get into the tight ring. She managed to get it in just as she felt the rush of sperm in his cock. Her finger pressed his prostate gland to give the load a little push.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm c-c-coming! Uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!" Tom gasped as the first spurts entered Jane's sucking mouth.
As her mouth filled with the thick fluid, she tried to keep her lips sealed around his prick so she wouldn't drool his cum on her gown. It began to drool out the side of her mouth and she had to wipe it away with her hand before it fell from her chin. When he stopped shooting, she held his cock in her mouth until she cleaned it of its cream. She swallowed the mouthful, feeling it slide slowly down her throat. When she finally released him, Tom was gasping for breath and as limp as his spent prick. His head began to clear and the danger of Sally walking in occurred to him. He hurriedly pulled up his pants.
"You're delicious," she told him.
"And you have the most talented mouth I've ever seen," he said.
They went upstairs, Tom first, Jane followed at a discreet interval. Sally spotted Tom and came over to him. She asked him where he had been. He said he was hiding out because he had a headache. They said their good-byes and left. On the way home, they were both quiet. Sally was suspicious and Tom was worried that she was going to find out where he really had been, but he couldn't help wondering how long Jane was going to be in town.
CHAPTER FOUR
One afternoon Chuck was sitting around the soda shop, sipping a Coke and waiting for someone to show up. It was unusual to find the place empty, but it was. Chuck hoped some of the guys would come in so they could start a ball game or something. It would be nice if a girl or two came in, too, he thought.
Chuck looked up when he heard the door open and saw Sue stroll in. He froze. This was one of those times he wished he could disappear through the floor. As soon as he saw those tits bouncing through the door, he knew he wouldn't be able to say anything to the cute young thing. He always became tongue-tied when he was faced with one of the sexier chicks. He would stammer and blush while his cock grew in his jeans, making it difficult for him to walk.
Sue saw him and walked toward him. They were pretty good friends, but they had never been alone together. Usually there were other kids around, talking and keeping things going, so Chuck could sneak glances at the perky tits under the sheer cotton jerseys the girls wore without bras beneath. Now he would have to keep a conversation going with her when all he wanted to do was grab her big knockers. He would have to talk to her and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist looking at her tits.
"Hi, Chuck," she said as she slid into the booth with him. "Kind of dead in here, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I was expecting to find some of the guys."
"Is that all you think about? Guys?" she asked playfully.
That was all Chuck needed. Not only did he already have a hard-on from watching her tits bounce around, and was feeling his courage drain away, but now she was going to tease him. His cock was throbbing against the tight crotch of his pants. He tried to look her in the eye, but her hard nipples poking against the jersey were too distracting.
"No, I think about other things too," he said. As he said that, he tried not to look at her tits, but he felt his gaze lower again.
"Yeah, I can see that."
That brought Ms eyes back to her face where he saw a broad smile. Shit, he thought, how was he ever going to get laid if he couldn't even talk to a girl. Then he remembered watching Betty undress and the promise he made to himself, so he tried to pull himself together.
Sue was certainly trying to make it easy for him, and Chuck decided to make a big effort at being relaxed and aggressive. His cock was not to be ignored, and he decided to let it lead him where ever it would. After all, he'd heard stories about Sue. She was one of the favorite girls among the guys when it came to grabbing some tit at the movies. Chuck knew that he was as good-looking as the rest of the guys, and better than most, so why shouldn't he have as good a chance for some tit squeezing?
Sue was talking about two of the kids who just started going steady. She was hinting that there was more to the relationship than the usual necking, but Chuck wasn't following the rap too closely. The idea of asking her to take a walk had occurred to him, and he was trying to get his courage together. The best way to do that, he figured, was to get himself in such a horny condition that his shyness would be overshadowed.
To build up his lust, Chuck was staring at her tits and imagining how it would feel to wrap his fingers around them. Those firm, young boobs were only a foot away from him as the girl leaned forward on the table. Her knockers were practically laying on the table top like two ripe pieces of fruit. Chuck's cock was pulsing stiffly with the increased beating of his heart.
"... wouldn't be surprised if they just disappeared some day leaving a ladder leaning against the house under her bedroom window," Sue was saying.
Chuck still wasn't interested in the topic. Only her luscious body seemed worth concern. He could ask her to go over to the park, he was thinking. There were a lot of spots there where they could be comfortable and unseen. The more he thought about it, the easier it seemed, and the easier it seemed, the more nervous he got.
"Would you take a walk, er, I mean, will you go to the park with, uh-h, me," he stammered. "I mean, if you're not, ah, well..."
The more he said, the worse it got until he wished to hell that he had kept his mouth shut. He could feel his face turning red.
"Sure," Sue said.
He couldn't believe it. Now the only problem would be getting up without letting his hard prick be too obvious. Chuck slipped one hand into his pocket. As he got up, he shoved his cock into a more comfortable position. It didn't turn out as smoothly as he had hoped, and he had to keep moving the bone around in order to be able to walk. Sue was smiling, and he figured she knew all about his problem. Chuck felt terribly embarrassed. He was wishing he'd stayed in bed that morning, but he knew that if he was ever going to get what he wanted from the cute girls he was lusting after, he would have to go through this.
They walked down the street, Sue continuing with her gossip and Chuck keeping quiet. He was planning his moves. There was still a lot to figure out before he could try anything. Chuck figured that the chick would be expecting him to try to kiss her and grab a tit, and her decision to go with him in the first place was a good sign. At least he hoped so.
"Do you know Cindy?" Sue asked him.
"The red-haired girl?" Chuck said. "Yeah, I know who she is."
"Did you know she had a heavy crush on you?"
"No," he said. Chuck was very surprised to hear that. He never thought any of the girls noticed him. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
He really wished they had said something. Cindy was a cute girl with a beautiful set of jugs.
"Well, Cindy wanted Gail to say something to you because she was in your math class, but Gail didn't tell you because she liked you too."
Chuck was flabbergasted. He never imagined any of this was going on. All the time he was home jerking off, there were girls jerking off with him in mind. Wow!
"Remember the time, at the class picnic, when Cindy got mad and wouldn't talk to anyone? Well, that was because you wouldn't pay any attention to her," Sue explained.
Chuck felt like a real chump. All this time there had been girls going through all sorts of things for him and he was completely unaware. The news made him more determined not to let the same thing happen again. Now that Sue was going to the park with him, and he suspected that she knew what was in his mind, he was going to do everything he could to get laid.
The park was coming up, they'd be there in a minute. Chuck was going to take this chick right over to the bushes behind the pond where there were a lot of good hiding places. All the kids went there to neck, so she would know what to expect.
"Let's go over by the pond," he said.
Sue just looked at him with a gleam in her eye, but that was enough of an answer. Chuck was getting more confident, and more excited. If nothing happened now, he would be really disappointed. They strolled around the pond toward the bushes. Chuck couldn't think of a thing to say so he just skipped a few stones in the water. He was getting more scared than he thought he would, but his horny determination wouldn't let him back out.
When they got to the clumps of thick shrubbery, Chuck was at a loss. Fortunately, Sue wasn't.
"Have you ever crawled around in the bushes?" she asked. "There's a lot of really neat places to hide in there. We used to play hide and seek in there when I was a kid."
Chuck had heard stories about Sue in the bushes, and they weren't about hide and seek games. Paul, a friend of Chuck's said he fingered her right there in those bushes.
"Let's go in," Chuck said.
Sue smiled and led the way. It was a dark maze in there, perfect for necking. Sue led him to a patch of soft grass completely surrounded by dense foliage. Chuck had been there before. He used to play hide and seek in there, too, but that's about all he'd done in there. He was anxious to change that situation.
They sat down on the grass. Chuck's heart was pounding wildly when he realized it would be up to him from here on out. He couldn't wait for Sue to start anything. There was only one thing to do and Chuck did it. He moved beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. He knew he wasn't the smoothest guy around, but he was trying.
She immediately turned her face to his, offering him her slightly opened mouth. He pressed his lips to hers and found that she was willing to take his tongue into her mouth. He'd French kissed a few girls before, but Sue was better at it than any of them had been. He hugged her into a tight embrace, pulling her tits to his chest.
Chuck could feel both of the firm boobs against his hard chest. He forgot his kissing while he concentrated on the tits. The next step would be grabbing one of them, but that would have to wait until she was ready. He would hate to blow it now. As they kissed, they fell back on the grass without separating their lips.
Just lying like that, kissing this pretty girl, was fantastic. He couldn't believe that there was so much more in store; at least he hoped there was. Their tongues were circling each other's. Sue was holding Chuck as tightly as he was holding her.
Chuck felt the hot breath puffing through her nostrils onto his face and he was sure that she was getting as excited as he was. It was getting to be time to make the move for her tits. Chuck eased away from her so her tits would be available. His hand had been on her side, but he wasn't sure what the best way of grabbing her would be. Should he slowly move his hand along her side up to the mound of spongy tit-flesh, or would it be better to just touch her tit right away? It was an important decision, or, at least, he thought so. If she stopped him from taking the prize into his hand, he would be crushed. Chuck didn't know how willing she would be to have her tit rubbed; he did have enough experience to make a good guess.
He decided it would be better to go slowly. He moved his hand up her side steadily, but nonchalantly. When he was a few inches from the boob his hand began to sweat and tremble. There was a lot riding on this move, and it had better turn out well. Another few inches were covered and he felt the beginning of the swelling that was the object of so many wet dreams.
Chuck's fingers started their way up the hillock. It felt so soft under his fingertips! This time he could squeeze as hard as he liked. Chuck was only halfway to the nipple, but so far, so good. He was beginning to realize the benefits of his aggressiveness, and it felt real good. As his fingers encircled the firm boob, Chuck's cock strained against Sue's thigh and he knew she could feel it.
When his fingertips found the nipple at the peak of the tit, he cupped his hand and squeezed the living softness. There was nothing in the world that felt anything like a girl's tit, Chuck realized. There was something about holding a firm, young boob that filled him with passion; it was like magic. He began massaging the smooth, warm mound.
Sue let him play with her tit all he wanted, and by the way she was panting, he guessed that she liked it as much as he did. She did feel his cock pressing on her leg, as Chuck suspected.
Chuck took his hand from her tit, slipped it under her jersey and grabbed the tit again, this time without the cotton jersey in the way.
The naked tit felt so much better than it had through her jersey, and Chuck was taking off in a burst of lust. It seemed that a current of electric passion was passing from the round, jellied jug into his hand and directly to his balls. Chuck began kissing more passionately. Sue seemed to be keeping up with him. There were strange, little sounds coming from her throat.
After squeezing, pushing, flattening and otherwise manipulating her tit, Chuck was ready to proceed. He felt the fear of being stopped again, but this time being stopped would be much worse. He never thought of himself as a rapist, but he understood how those things happened. If she wouldn't let him examine her pussy, he didn't know what he would do. Chuck wished he could be sure he would be able to go the distance with this girl, but he would have to take it one step at a time.
He moved his lips over to the warm skin below her ear. With his tongue, he traced the swirls of her ear and blew softly into it. He'd always heard that that was a sure-fire method for getting a girl hot, and he knew it worked on him. While he nibbled her ear, he slid his hand off her tit and moved it down her belly.
When he came to the tightly closed top of her pants, he had to figure out a way of getting in there. He would have to undo the button, then slide his hand down toward her cunt. That seemed to be a big obstacle, but he had to give it a try. He figured that the best policy would be to do it with quick, sure movements so the chick wouldn't have much time to stop him. Chuck swallowed hard and grabbed the button on the waistband. It popped open easily, and without hesitating, he moved his hand into the space between the lower belly and the tight denim.
He met the tops of her bikini undies and tucked his fingers into the sheer material. After traveling another inch, he felt the top of her curly, pubic patch. Still, the girl hadn't stopped him. He could feel her chest heaving with her excited breathing. Chuck was vibrating with wild need as he realized he might finally be getting the chance to wet his finger in a sweet pussy. He was so close now that there was no stopping him.
Chuck stuffed his hand farther down, but her pants were so tight he didn't have much room to maneuver. Sue sucked her belly in to give him more space, and Chuck was able to reach the very top of her slit. When he felt the moist opening, his mind spun with passion and his cock grew even harder. He wouldn't be able to sink his finger in her honey pot unless he pulled down her pants, though. Chuck found himself faced with another obstacle. There was only one thing to do and that was to do it.
He pulled his hand out and grabbed her pants by the waist. To his delighted surprise, Sue began pulling down her pants even before he got the chance. He looked down at her crotch and watched the curly triangle come into view. The sight had a powerful effect on him. He drew in his breath and felt his heart beating in his temples. This was it then; a real cunt, and he uncovered it himself. Now he was going to dip into it.
Together, they pulled down her pants to the middle of her thighs. The dark triangle in the middle of her creamy skin seemed to invite Chuck to dive in. He could detect a faint odor. Chuck covered the plump, hair-covered mound with his hand. The curls were actually much softer than they looked. He pressed her pussy and found how soft and spongy the outer-lips were.
Chuck continued kissing and nibbling her ear lobes. His fingers were probing her cunt, following the crack down between her legs. Sue let her legs fall open a bit farther, and Chuck could feel her pussy lips spread with her thighs. The pink interior of the juicy snatch lay open to his probing finger.
Chuck let a finger curl into her cunt. The wet satin lining thrilled him as he explored. Her cunt was tight and wet, causing juice to flow down Chuck's hand. He gradually let his middle finger slide up the soaking canal.
Sue was squirming beside him in a fit of rapture. To a kid like Chuck, unused to female ecstasy, her gyrations were almost as exciting as the depths of her twat. He hoped to be in the same crazed condition before long, when she would admit him to the cave he was just now dabbling in.
"Does this feel good?" he asked just to make her tell him, even though he knew the answer.
"Oh, yes, it feels so good, sooo good!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhh," she added as he fluttered his finger in her cunt.
Chuck knew that girls could come just like a guy, and he wanted to see if he could bring her off. He explored for the magic button that he knew was there somewhere. By listening to her moans and feeling her writhing, he could have a pretty good idea of what she was feeling, so when she gave a particularly violent cry he knew he was on the right track. He followed the inner-lips to the front of her snatch where they came together. In those folds, he found a small, hard bud that, when he touched it, caused her to gasp and jerk her hips. That was it, he knew.
Now that he had the key, he had Sue buzzing with passion. She was making desperate sounds that kept getting louder and more wanton. He wanted to plunge his cock into the juicy chamber but he couldn't stop long enough to pull his finger out. He had her on her way, and he was getting as excited as she just from the way she was reacting in that wild manner.
"Chuck, harder, rub me harder, oh, faster, ooohhh!" she gasped.
Chuck did what she said and watched her respond with even wilder twisting and bucking of her hips. Her tits were wobbling around on her chest, from her writhing. It was the most beautiful and far-out thing Chuck had ever seen. It would have been perfect except that his own juices were building up to a dangerous pressure. If he didn't get his own prick into the action soon, he would cream in his jeans.
"Oooo, ow, ow, ohhhhhh," Sue screamed as she let her body thrash uncontrolled in Chuck's embrace.
Her shrill voice would have scared him if he didn't know the cause of her yells. He never reacted like that to an orgasm, and he envied her for the intensity of her lust. Chuck looked at her face. Every ounce of her ecstasy could be read on her pretty features. Her mouth was opened wide, her expression one of passion.
Suddenly, Sue grabbed his hand and pulled it from her cunt. She collapsed into a still heap, breathing heavily. Chuck could see that she had hit her peak and was now spent. He wondered where that left him. Not wanting to lose this opportunity, and acting on instinct, he fumbled with his fly until he had his hard, pounding cock free. Sue was too far gone at the moment to notice.
Chuck took her hand and brought it to his shaft. Sue was still in a daze, but when she felt his hard meat, her hand seemed to automatically wrap around it. Chuck flinched when he felt her hand on him. Rubbing her off had brought him to the brink, and his cock was super-sensitive.
Sue began to come around. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, and began to feel her way up and down his cock. Her fingers on the pink skin of his bloated cock-head almost made him spew his juices on the spot, but he shoved her hand down to the shaft again.
"Chuck, your prick is so big," she said with obvious admiration. "And it's jerking around so much, I can hardly hold onto it!"
Chuck wanted to feel her wet pussy envelop his cock like it had his finger, but when he tried to mount her, she pushed him back down. For a second, he thought that he was going to be turned out completely, but Sue began pumping his pecker. She knew what she was doing, and Chuck let himself fall back on the grass with ecstasy filling his head.
After exploring her cunt and tits, he was in such a high state of horny excitement that her hand around his prick rendered him helpless. He laid on his back while Sue hovered over him and jerked his rod. He couldn't have done a better job himself, and was soon shooting globs of jism into the air. His back arched and his mouth hung open as he came. He felt a few hot droplets fall on his face, and he knew he would be a mess. When his ecstasy drained away, he knew he had given Sue as good a show as she had given him. He had watched himself come in the mirror a few times and knew it was an awesome sight. He looked up at her as she was wiping a few drops from her own face and jersey.
"You came in gallons," she said to him. "It was great!"
Chuck felt good lying there with his shrinking cock hanging out, and this pretty girl beside him with her pants pulled down. This is what he had been dreaming of all the times he jerked off in his lonely room; well, almost what he had been dreaming about. He didn't exactly get fucked, but it was close. Sue took a tissue from her back pocket and began drying his prick. Her touch made it fill with hot blood again, but she tucked it into his pants, and Chuck knew he would have to settle for what he'd got.
Sue pulled up her pants, and the two fuckers laid in the grass with a slight breeze coming through the bushes. Chuck felt that his life was changing; that his days of solitary masturbation were over and that the mysteries of women's bodies were about to open up for him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally felt uneasy for days after that party. She saw that slinky chick had come up the stairs shortly after Tom had, and since he hadn't mentioned anything about being in the basement with her, it seemed suspicious. Also, Tom hadn't been very passionate toward her since then.
If he thought he could get away with that sort of thing, he had a surprise coming, Sally told herself. She gripped the mop tightly as she moved it around the bathroom floor. She had been longing for a change of her love life, too. There were a lot of men who would be glad to get a chance at her body, and she just might offer it to one of them.
As she thought about the men she knew who turned her on, her pussy began to tingle. The hot liquid was already seeping out of her lips onto the creamy white skin of her thighs. Sally was fighting off the urge to jerk off, but when she got to the window and looked down into the yard, she saw a sight that always added to her lust. Chuck was down there, his body bare except for a pair of cut-off jeans.
He was fooling around with her car, polishing the chrome. As he moved, every muscle in his back and shoulders rippled under his tanned skin. Sally had been watching the boy lately, realizing what a handsome stud he was becoming. She felt strange when her cunt began oozing juice and he was the cause. She knew that she could never satisfy her lust for him, so it was silly to work herself up, but she couldn't help it.
Now that she was already in a horny state, the sight of Chuck was too much. Sally pressed her hand on the plump mound in her pants, causing more of her juice to seep into her panties. There would be no stopping herself now, she knew, arid she surrendered to the impulse to work herself over.
With trembling fingers, she unfastened the waistband of her slacks and pulled them down. Her cunt suddenly felt cool as the wet crotch of her undies hit the air. Pulling down the undies left her gash waiting impatiently for her fingers. Sally had always been able to give herself a powerful orgasm with her fingers and the anticipation made her shiver.
Spreading her legs slightly, she covered the wet mass of hair with her hand, squeezing her mound firmly. Hot juice leaked into her palm as she began to pant like a bitch in heat. She watched her son's body lean over her car, and imagined how it would feel to have him caressing her body.
She curled her middle finger into her opened slot. Nothing felt like the inside of her wet pussy, and she loved to stick her finger in there. The soft walls of the envelope parted to admit her wiggling fingers. Sally moved her finger around the outer areas of her quim, feeling the wiggly inner-lips moving with the soft pad of her finger tip.
Waves of pleasure began to run through her as she played with her twat. She had to steady herself by putting her free hand on the window sill. She pretended that the hand between her thighs belonged to the boy she was watching. Knowing that he was inexperienced at that game, Sally began to rub her cunt with the clumsy enthusiasm that she supposed Chuck would display.
She moved her middle finger up her cunt-tube. As soon as that slender digit slid through the inner-lips, she began to murmur softly with sounds of passion. Crouching down slightly enabled her to get that finger higher up her cunt where she moved it in circles, massaging that moist tissue. The rest of her hand ground against the plump outer-lips.
Keeping her eyes on her boy, she let her body sink down onto the toilet. Now she could slip her other hand into her blouse where she scooped up her tit. Sally was taking herself into the realms of pure ecstasy. She squeezed the jellied flesh of her tit and stirred a finger around in her cunt. She almost wished her son would come dashing up the stairs and take over for her.
She added another finger to the one already up her snatch. She spread the fingers, widening the passage. Then she wiggled the fingertips, causing a sensation so wonderful that she had to cry out with pleasure.
Unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse, Sally pulled her tit out and shoved it up toward her face. Lowering her head slightly, she was able to suck her own nipple. It was already as hard as a rock, and it felt great as she ran her tongue over it. If Chuck looked up at the window, he would see her with that big boob in her mouth. She wished he would, and that wish gave her a kinky rush that brought her closer to her climax.
Her hand was soaking with dripped cunt-cream, and the warmth of the fluid excited her. Her tit was getting drenched, too, with the saliva that she was slobbering over it. She made a weird picture sitting there like that; her fingers in her twat, her tit hefted up to her mouth, and her whole body pumping slightly up and down in her lust.
As she neared her orgasm, Sally thrust her hand farther up her cunt. She pressed her tit more firmly against her face and bit down on the nipple. Strangled sounds were coming from her as her whole body shook and writhed there on the toilet seat. Finally, there was a tremendous explosion of sexual bliss. As she gave herself a final flurry of finger-fucking, her nipple popped out of her mouth.
As she came, she felt her pussy grabbing her finger with spasms of delight. Her orgasm raged through her, and she kept her fingers at work trying to make it last as long as possible. Her pleasure gradually settled down until she was left limp and sweaty. She eased her wet fingers from her twat, leaving an empty feeling. Looking down at her fingers, she saw how they gleamed with her juice. She lifted her hand and sniffed at her wetness, then she stuck out her tongue and licked at the moisture.
When she had licked off her cunt-juice, Sally pushed her tit back into her blouse and pulled herself together to get up. When she looked out into the yard, she became horny again.
Chuck had climbed into her car and was sitting behind the wheel. Sally could see right into his lap and she couldn't believe her eyes. The boy was rubbing the crotch of his pants powerfully. She saw him look at the house, so she ducked back, but when she looked out again, she saw him lowering his fly. Sally wasn't sure what he was up to, but she had a pretty good idea.
When her son pulled his hard bone from his pants, she felt her cunt begin to fog up again. She had found the telltale stains on his bed sheets, so she knew he was fond of flogging his pecker, like all kids his age, but she didn't know why he was jacking off in her car. Maybe he was thinking of her, she thought.
As she watched in amazed horniness, he wrapped his hand around his huge pecker and began stroking it with a slow, sensuous rhythm. Sally was glad to see that the boy's cock was as big as his father's. From where she was, high above the boy, she could see that his prick was so fat that he could hardly close his fist around it. His bloated cock-head expanded under his stroking.
Sally felt herself sink back into the mire of sexual -need. She had pulled her pants up, but hadn't fastened them, and now, with a deep sigh, she pulled them back down around her ankles. Her hand covered her pussy again. It was a jolt for her body to suddenly take off with lust just as it was winding down, but there was no way she could watch her boy, the object of her lust, jerk off without joining him.
Sally gently tickled her clit. The sight of him exercising his cock made it difficult for her to go slowly, but she wanted to come at the same time he did. Her second orgasm was always waiting in the wings anyhow, and it wouldn't take much to let it loose. As she massaged her cunt, she opened her mouth in hunger for the cock she was staring at. How she would have loved to wrap her mouth around that root.
Chuck's body began to twist with pleasure. The sight thrilled Sally and made her increase her finger's fluttering over her clit even though she was afraid she might come before her son, wasting the sight of his ecstasy. She wanted to grab her tit again, but she denied herself that pleasure. It would only make her come quicker, and she was trying to slow down.
By now, Chuck was pumping his cock desperately and bouncing on the seat. Sally saw his brown hair jumping on his head with his convulsive movements. Now she let her finger rape her pussy-pit with unrestrained energy. She caught her breath as a current of passion began flowing from her cunt.
When she saw the boy's prick erupt in a fountain of jism, Sally hit her peak. Forcing herself to remain quiet, she struggled to keep herself at the window while her body short-circuited with ecstasy. Sally and her son were both in the throes of their climaxes. Sally would like to have been pressed up against him, with his hand in her twat rather than her own.
As she sat panting, her finger slowly sliding from her cunt, she watched Chuck tuck his deflating prick back into his pants. She pulled back from the light of the window when she saw him climb out of the car. Suddenly, she was consumed with guilt and confusion. How could she let her passions focus on her own son, she wondered? Jerking off was one thing, but longing for that innocent boy was an indication that she wasn't the woman she thought she was. Sally had always considered herself a normal woman with normal desires, but she was forced to alter her opinion. Lusting after her son as she'd been doing was the action of a wanton tramp. She would have to watch herself closely, or throw her self-image to the wind, and go after what she really wanted.
As she pulled up her pants and buttoned her blouse, she heard Chuck climbing the stairs. She hoped she wouldn't have to face him after watching him jerk off. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep from blushing uncontrollably. She rinsed the residue of cunt-juice from her fingers.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Sally almost leaped out of her skin. She swung her head around and saw Chuck standing there.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were in here," he said.
"I was just leaving," Sally sputtered as she grabbed her bucket and mop.
She felt her face flush as she banged the bucket against her son's knee and almost tripped over the mop. She thought she saw him looking out the window. Sally was racked with agony as she thought she'd been discovered to be the leering, dirty old woman she knew that she was.
Chuck thought his mother acted strangely. Did she notice the drying jism on his hand, he wondered? Maybe it was just his surprise at finding her in the bathroom when he came in to wash his sticky prick. As he stood over the toilet to take a leak, his eyes turned to the window. As he looked down to where he had been jerking off, his heart froze. His mother would have had a perfect vantage point for watching him masturbating, and that would have explained her nervousness. Chuck felt limp. How could he have been so. careless? And how was he ever going to face her again?
CHAPTER SIX
Sally didn't know if her son suspected that she had watched him jerk off, and Chuck didn't know if she actually had watched, although his suspicions gnawed at him. They acted slightly cool to each other for the next few days. Sally had promised herself to forget her interest in her son.
For his part, Chuck decided to be much more careful about his privacy if he ever jerked off again. He was still determined to get fucked, and he hoped never to feel the need to do his own cock-stroking again.
Tom didn't notice the tension between his wife and his son, but that was because he wasn't around much. His job required him to be out of town a lot, and even when he was in town, he worked long hours. When he was away for several days at a time, Sally got quite horny and that was the reason she gave herself for developing a longing for her son.
One evening, after dinner, Sally and Chuck were sitting in the living room. Sally was reading the paper and Chuck watched television. For once, she wasn't feeling any lust for the boy who was stretched out on the floor in front of the TV. That was because she had been trying so hard to place the face she had seen in the supermarket that afternoon. As she was wheeling a basket of groceries out the door, a black-haired woman gave her a broad smile and said hello. As soon as she saw the woman's face, she felt a strange sensation in her stomach, but she couldn't place that pretty face.
Sally couldn't even concentrate on the newspaper. That face kept coming back to her. There was a reason that she couldn't remember where she had seen that woman before, and when she thought about it in that light, she suddenly hit on the answer. It was the woman she had seen coming up the stairs after Tom, at Bob and Carol's party.
Suddenly, Sally felt her lust rise again. As her suspicions of Tom were rekindled by remembering that face, she felt herself long for her son again. Could she be getting even with Tom by wanting Chuck, she wondered? She was horny; Tom had been gone for three days and wasn't expected back until the next day. As she sat there, Sally felt her passion for her son rise again.
Peeking over the paper at him, she let her gaze rest on the bulge in his jeans. His prick must have been at least partially swollen. Chuck didn't notice that he was being watched, so there was nothing unusual about him reaching down to adjust his cock's position in his pants, but it gave Sally a rush of greedy lust.
The possibility of seducing the boy occurred to her, but it caused a panicky feeling, so she had to take her eyes off the lad. As she looked at the paper again, the type blurred as she realized how far her passions had gone in the direction of perverted hunger. If she continued in that direction, there was no way she would keep herself from finally letting Chuck know about her desires. As she sat there, wondering what was going to happen to her, her cunt got wet and her tits began to ache for attention.
She knew that she would have to go to the bathroom and rub herself off again. The idea of having Chuck around while she jerked off bothered her because she knew that there was a danger that she wouldn't be able to keep herself from calling out to him in her desperate passion. It didn't look like she was going to have much choice, though, and she began to get up.
Just then, the sound of a car in the driveway interrupted her thoughts. Chuck got up and went to the window.
"It's Dad," he said.
Sally was so excited that she couldn't keep herself from crying out with joy. Tom did come home earlier than expected sometimes, and this time he couldn't have been more welcome by his desperate wife. Tom came in, kissed his wife and gave his son a hug. He could tell by the way Sally touched him that she was horny, and he was anxious to satisfy her.
Chuck always got left out when his father came home from a trip. His parents would go to bed early and he wouldn't see them again until the next morning. And this time, he knew that they would be disappearing at any second. Tom asked Chuck how things were going, and they had a short talk, but they both knew that Tom was anxious to be alone with Sally.
Chuck went back to watching television. He sometimes took advantage of his parents' early bedtime to sneak out of the house. They usually didn't let him out late at night, so he was glad to take advantage of the situation. They said good night *to him, and vanished, just as he knew they would. He would give them a few minutes to get too interested in themselves to hear him leave the house.
Tom grabbed Sally as soon as the bedroom door was closed. They fell into a tight embrace and kissed, sucking each other's tongue deep into their mouths. Tom suddenly dropped flat on his back on the bed and lay there motionless. "Undress me," he said.
It was one of the games they played. First, Tom would let Sally undress him, then he would undress her.
She began to unbutton his shirt as he remained perfectly still. As she unbuttoned him, she began kissing his chest as it came into view. Tom lifted his shoulders just enough for her to slip his shirt off. Before starting on his pants, Sally caressed his chest with her hands and mouth. When she began to unfasten his belt, she saw the huge bulge in his crotch. They both found this game very exciting and Sally played it very skillfully. She went slowly and did nice little tricks along the way.
When she had his belt and pants opened, Tom lifted his hips so she could pull the pants from him. She noticed that his cock had managed to poke its way out of the fly of his shorts. She carefully took it in her hand and put it back in before pulling the shorts from his hips. Again, Tom lifted his hips and the underpants were dragged down his legs. Sally looked at his twitching prick with mounting eagerness. She was barely able to keep from jumping on it, and devouring it with her starving pussy, but she didn't want to spoil the game.
When Tom was naked, he put his arms around his wife and pulled her to his bare skin. He loved the feeling of her clothed body on his flesh.
Sally went limp in his arms as Tom laid her on her back. She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt. Before beginning to unbutton her, he kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobes. Then, slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse. When it was open to the warm valley between her tits, he stopped and ran his tongue through the smooth furrow. He finished unbuttoning the blouse and carefully opened it.
Her tits ached for his touch. Tom ran his fingers lightly over the soft boobs. Then, lowering his head, he planted a kiss on one of the brown, puckered nipples. Her tits began to rise and fall with her increasingly heavy breathing as his kisses heated her body.
Tom unfastened the button at the side of her skirt and pulled down the zipper. She lifted her hips and the skirt slid off. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy bikini undies that showed the dark triangle of her carpet of curls right through it. Her hips were wide, and the expanse of her smooth, flat belly looked warm and inviting. She had a narrow waist; Tom could wrap one arm around it and hold her tightly, which he often did. He could see that the crotch of her panties was soaking wet.
Grabbing the flimsy garment, he pulled it slowly down. His eyes were watching the skin that was being exposed on her lower belly. Soon the curly hairs covering her full, plump mound came into view.
They were both naked, the game was over, but there were other games to play now. Falling into each other's arms, they began to kiss passionately. Tom sucked Sally's tongue into his mouth. His hand began traveling up and down her body between her tit and hip. Her skin felt like satin under his hand.
Sally clutched at Tom's body as the passion increased within her. She could have taken his pulse as his hard prick throbbed against her stomach. Tom's hand wandered to her ass where it grasped one cheek firmly, his fingertips extending just inside the darkness of the crack.
Sally lifted one leg and rested it on Tom's hip to open her crotch for his caressing fingers. He moved the fingertips over the tight entrance to her asshole and between her cuntlips. Her pussy was oozing with hot lubrication. It always gave Tom a good feeling to know that her cunt was wet and waiting when his fingers found it. He knew that it meant that Sally was hot and eager for his cock to fill her.
His fingers played with the inner-lips and dabbled with her clit. Sally responded by taking his prick in her hand and massaged it; gently at first, then with more vigor. They lay there with their hands busily at work on each other's crotches.
Tom told Sally to sit on his face. She crawled up to his head and straddled it with her face over his prick. He could feel her tits hanging down and resting on his belly.
Looking up, Tom could see his wife's crotch spread open a few inches from his nose. The pink interior of her gaping cunt was right there waiting for his mouth to meet it. He put his hands on the sides of her thighs and pulled her down. Sticking out his tongue, he impaled her seething cunt.
Moving his head up and down, Tom licked the length of the slot. With each lap he stuck his tongue in farther. Meanwhile, Sally had taken his prick into her mouth and was sucking on it contentedly. She held the head in her mouth and ran her tongue all around it. When Tom rammed his tongue up her liquid-filled tunnel as far as he could and began wiggling it, Sally lowered her head and took his cock down her throat. She made her throat constrict around the fat prick in it by actually trying to swallow it.
Sally was being careful not to bring Tom off. She wanted him to save his orgasm for later, when his cock was filling her box. Tom knew that Sally had almost no limit when it came to coming, so he put the tip of his tongue on her clit and worked her into a fantastic climax. She had to let his prick slip out when she neared her orgasm because she was moaning so deeply that her mouth gaped open. As soon as she was able to, she took his prick back into her mouth and took up where she had left off.
Tom continued to lap her cunt, giving her one orgasm after another. Sometimes he didn't let her come until he actually fucked her, and they would both have a powerful orgasm together. At other times he would bring her off in a long string of climaxes. Sally never knew which he had in mind for her.
As Tom licked her twat, he stared up at her asshole. Sally liked him to stick a finger up her ass and wiggle it around in there, but she had never allowed him to fuck her in the ass, although he had wanted to for a long time. That seemed to be what he needed now.
When they finished nibbling at each other, Tom said he wanted to do it doggie-style. Sally got into position on her knees with her shoulders resting on the bed. Tom knew there was a jar of Vaseline on the dresser. He jumped off the bed and got it. Sally saw what he was doing, and it didn't take her long to figure out what he had in mind.
"You're not going to ask me to do that again, are you?" she asked.
"Let's at least give it a try, baby," he said gently. "Please, let's try it once and if you don't like it, I'll never bring it up again."
While he pleaded with her, he was smearing the jelly on his cock.
"It's perverted, Tom. I don't want to."
He caught her before she could roll over and held her hips in place.
"Just this once, honey," he repeated as he brought his lubricated prick to her ass. "Relax," he whispered, maneuvering his cock to the puckered hole. s
He pressed his tool on the target and it began to disappear up the tight chamber. It was unbelievably tight and it felt great.
"Oh, it hurts," she whimpered. "Ohhh, ohhh."
"Relax," he repeated as he pressed his rod farther up her ass.
"Oh, Tom. Ow, ohhhh," she cried. Tom thought her cries were sounding less painful, and more pleasurable.
He leaned forward when he was in as far as he could get, and began pumping slowly. His prick was held tightly by the sphincter muscle, and the whole tube of her ass held the entire length of his prick firmly. Tom reached around Sally's hip, putting his fingers up her twat. His hand was immediately covered with the slippery juice that flowed from her cunt, telling him that his cock in her ass was having the right effect on her.
He began massaging her clitoris as he stroked his tool in and out. It was important that she enjoy this, and Tom was doing everything he could to make it a pleasurable experience.
Tom was glad to hear sounds of lust from the woman he was buggering. Sally's enjoyment of what she had just called a perverted act thrilled Tom.
Tom looked down at his plunging cock. It was shining with the Vaseline that was being warmed by his furious fucking. Straightening up somewhat, Tom could see his wife's cute asshole stretched over his prick. It was a beautiful and thrilling sight. He had never felt anything quite like it. Her ass felt much tighter than any cunt could; almost as tight as his own hand when he jerked off. The lining of her ass was as velvety smooth as the lining of her cunt.
Sally began gasping in desperate, short cries, and
Tom felt her ass grip his cock with every gasp. He knew she was coming, and was getting close to spilling his come, too. His prick was tingling with ecstasy and his balls were churning. Dropping down on Sally's back, Tom held her body tightly as he increased his rhythm.
With his tool pistoning in her asshole he came, flooding her bum with white lava. Their voices sang out in the sounds of fulfilled lust. When their passions ebbed, they fell into an embrace. Tom knew that he had succeeded in convincing her that new tricks could make their fucking more exciting, but if he knew what tricks she'd been thinking about lately, he might have been satisfied to let sleeping dogs he.
Chuck left the house and headed toward the soda shop. There was a different bunch hanging around there at night, mostly older guys, and Chuck thought that might mean he had a better chance for some action. At least, it did if he believed some of the stories he'd heard from some of them.
As he walked up the street, he saw the assortment of cars and motorcycles parked in front of the soda shop that indicated that the older guys were there. Chuck felt a little nervous. He knew some of those guys, mainly the ones who had younger brothers his age. But he wasn't sure he would be welcome to hang around with them.
He walked into the shop with as much style as he could muster, and took a seat at the counter. Looking around, he was thrilled to be part of that scene. Guys with their own cars were talking to chicks with the nicest bodies that Chuck had seen. Betty, the girl he and Jeff had peeked at, was there, and when Chuck saw her, his cock got as hard as it had been when he stood on that roof and watched her undress.
There was an element of danger too. Ron was there, and Chuck had had a run-in with him once. They wound up having a wrestling match in which Chuck proved to be far from a push-over. He'd given up even though he probably could have won, and he hoped that had settled things.
Chuck looked around and saw Hank pass a joint of marijuana to another kid, who took it outside with him. When the kid came back in he was glassy-eyed and had a loose grin on his face. Chuck was grateful to be part of that world, which he considered the underground of the high school crowd.
He saw a few guys he knew fairly well sitting in a booth with room for one more. There was Terry, the older brother of Gary, a good pal of Chuck's, and Rich, an infamous kid who had spent some time in reform school. Carla was with them; a girl with a big reputation for putting out, and a huge set of knockers. Chuck wanted very badly to go over and join them, but he wasn't sure if he should. But, on the other hand, if he didn't he might blow a great chance to get into something good.
With all the courage he could gather, Chuck picked up his Coke and went to the booth.
"Hi, squirt," Rich said. "Have a seat and take a load off your brain."
Chuck was glad for the invitation. Rich was a good-natured kid, but wild. You never knew what he might do next.
"Hi, Carla, hi, Terry," Chuck said.
He had trouble keeping his eyes off Carla's tits as they pointed across the table at him, but he had to be careful-she was Terry's chick, and Chuck didn't want to get on the wrong side of him.
-What did ya do, sneak out of the house?" Terry asked him.
"Yeah," Chuck giggled. He hoped that telling the truth sounded better. He thought he would have more stature among them if he showed them that he wasn't afraid to disobey his parents, than if he said his parents had let him out.
Suddenly, he felt someone kick his foot under the table. He thought it was an accident and he ignored it, but when he felt it again, he wondered if Carla might be playing footsies with him. He looked at her and found her smiling at him. Then he felt her foot give his another nudge. He felt his face turn red and didn't look at her again. Why couldn't she just leave him alone rather than take advantage of his uncertain position with those older kids?
"Mark said he saw Kate today," Rich said.
"Oh yeah?" Terry asked with interest. "Where?"
Carla punched him in the stomach playfully and said, "Why should you care? Aren't I enough for you?"
This was getting interesting, Chuck thought. "Who's Kate?" he asked.
Rich and Terry laughed in a sly way, and Carla looked disgusted. Chuck had to expect that things wouldn't be easy for him among these kids, but he was willing to keep trying. He asked again, with earnest curiosity.
"Oh, she's just a girl who likes to spend a lot of time on her back," Terry said.
"Yeah, with a cock in her twat," Rich added. Then he yelped in pain as Carla kicked him under the table.
Now Chuck was really interested. He knew that these kids were onto a lot of good things.
"Do you guys, I mean does she, ah ... " Chuck had to find out more about this, but he didn't want to sound like a horny, young punk.
"Come on, squirt, spit it out," Rich said.
"Have you fucked her?" he asked Rich.
"Who hasn't?" Rich said. "Hey, Terry, remember when she took on the whole bunch of us in the back of Art's car?"
Terry snickered and took another punch from
Carla.
"Want to get your cherry broke?" Rich asked Chuck.
Chuck didn't want to admit to these guys that he was a virgin, but he was interested in meeting Kate.
"I'd like to meet her," Chuck said as nonchalantly as he could.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind sticking it to her again. I wonder if we could find her. I'll ask Joe," Rich said and got up.
"Well, I think it's time for us to split," Carla said to Terry.
He agreed and the two of them left. Now Chuck was in the booth alone. He looked around to see what had happened to Rich and saw him talking to Ron. Shit, Chuck thought, now he would have to deal with his old enemy again. He didn't want to sit there all alone so he gathered up his courage again; it was easier now that the prospect of getting fucked hanging in the balance, and he went to where Rich and Ron were talking.
Ron saw Chuck coming, but he didn't look Tike he wanted to renew their animosity. Chuck heard Ron telling him that he'd heard that Kate was hanging around Louie's all-night pizzeria lately. Rich suggested that they get a bunch of guys together and go looking for her. Ron agreed that that was a good idea.
This was just what Chuck hoped would happen. It was so exciting to be with these guys that he didn't think he would ever be satisfied to hang around with guys his own age again. He nodded to Ron, to test his status with him. Ron nodded back,, and Chuck breathed a sigh of relief.
Both Rich and Ron went around the soda shop rounding up guys, and they soon had about three more candidates for a gang-bang. Now there were six guys to go looking for that generous chick, Kate. They left the soda shop and headed for Louie's. It was a long walk, Chuck thought, but then he realized that most of these guys had cars, and as they piled into Rich's old Chevy, Chuck couldn't keep the smile off his face. Usually, he and his buddies were left standing around as these old cars full of older kids cruised by.
Now, Chuck was one of them. Although he had the middle of the back seat, the least prestigious place, he couldn't have been happier. It was so exciting being packed into that car with those guys on their way to an adventure, that Chuck would be satisfied if that was all there was to it, but the prospect of getting in a gang-bang made it seem too good to be true.
"Let's get some beer," Rich said.
They all agreed that was a good idea, and Rich pulled over in front of a delicatessen. Duane and Ron were the only guys old enough to buy the beer, so the other guys handed over some money and waited in the car. As soon as they were on their way again, they began passing the quart bottles of brew around.
Chuck hadn't had much experience drinking beer, but every time a bottle came his way he drank his share. They seemed to get to Louie's in no time, but rather than stop, Rich cruised by slowly and they all looked into the window. .
"I didn't see her," Ron said. "Go around the block."
They circled the block a few times, but didn't see Kate among the people hanging out in there. Finally, Rich pulled up in front of the joint and stopped. They sat there, drinking beer for a while, and Chuck was wondering if they were still interested in the chick they had come to find.
"Well, why doesn't someone go in and look around. She might be in the John fucking some guys or something," Bruce suggested.
Chuck began to hope for the best again, but when Rich suggested that they send the squirt to look for her, Chuck's ambition began to cool.
"I don't even know what she looks like, Rich," he said.
"That's all right, Bruce will go with you."
Bruce seemed to be the second lowest man around, so he and Chuck got out of the car. They wandered into the pizza joint. Chuck watched Brace's face for a sign that he had spotted Kate. It wasn't a very big place, and it didn't take him long to see that she wasn't there. They went out to the car with their bad news. Rich thought that she might show up yet, so they all sat there and drank beer.
Chuck was disappointed, but he was happy enough being with those guys there in the car, drinking beer. The guys began telling about their experiences with that fucker, keeping Chuck in stitches. The beer was beginning to make things sound funny that ordinarily wouldn't.
Then someone shouted, "There she is!"
They all peered through the windshield. A plump, dumpy chick was waddling up the sidewalk. She was swinging a purse in her hand and it looked like she was singing to herself. Chuck wasn't ready for such a fat chick, but he wasn't fussy.
Ron stuck his head out the window and yelled at the chubby chick. All the other guys began whopping and yelping, and Chuck thought they were going to chase her away, but she came over to the car with a broad grin.
"Come on, sweetie. Hop in," Ron said, opening the door.
"Oh, you guys are too much," the fat fucker giggled. "I'm not going to get into a car with you. I remember what happened last time."
Chuck's heart sank, but he soon realized that she was just looking for some encouragement.
"Come on, Kate, sweetheart," Ron said in a pleading voice. "We've got a guy here with a ten-inch prick. Hey, Chuck, show her your dong. Come on, Kate."
Chuck thought it was a nice gesture that his old enemy, Ron, had used him as an inducement, but he knew that he didn't quite measure up so he left his cock in his pants. He watched the whore's jolly, round face as she bantered with Ron. She was obviously enjoying the attention. Her face was brightly colored with an incredible amount of make-up. She curled her red lips into a smile that showed her yellowed teeth, which were streaked with rubbed-off lipstick.
Although she was on the heavy side, her tits were big enough to protrude prominently. As she laughed, her jugs shook like jello. Ron had grabbed her by the hand and was pulling her into the crowded car. The woman let herself be dragged into the full car, the door slammed, and Rich backed onto the street and drove off. "Get her into the back," Rich said. "I can't drive like this."
Chuck was glad to hear that. Kate began to crawl over the seat, and the guys in front helped by pushing her, until she tumbled into the laps of the three guys in back. Chuck was suddenly weighted down with the heaviest part of her on his lap. He could hardly breathe, but he didn't care.
He saw that Bruce was grabbing at the heavyweight's tits. Kate was cackling uncontrollably, shaking her fat all over the guys. Chuck couldn't believe what was happening, but, just in case it was all real, he slipped his hand into the action on the chick's chest. He managed to grab a handful of fleshy tit. The chick was wearing a light sweater, but no bra, and Chuck was able to tell that she had fairly firm boobs. He found a nipple and, pressing it between his fingers, felt it tighten into a hard nubbin.
Kate continued to explode in peals of laughter, but Chuck ignored the silly noise as his cock hardened and pressed into the softness of her ass. Duane was slipping his hand up the woman's skirt, causing her to wiggle like a fish on a hook-a whale on a hook would be more like it. As she squirmed, Chuck's hard prick was getting rubbed.
He tried to move so he could free his other hand and join Duane's under her skirt. He finally got his hand up there, but Duane's hand was in the way and he couldn't get a feel of her cunt.
"Oooooo. Hey stop that," Kate giggled. "Yeeeow, that tickles. Oooooo," she wailed.
"Let's take her over to Ziggy's garage," Bruce suggested.
The car made a sharp turn, and Chuck supposed that they would soon have the gal in a place where they could get at her. Meanwhile, the guys in the back seat kept pawing her, keeping her howling.
Chuck kept trying to get his fingers into her snatch, and Duane finally let him. Between her fat thighs, Chuck found a fat cunt. He slipped his fingers into her panties and tangled into her pubic hair. She was getting wet so he didn't have much trouble sticking his finger into her crack. She was still wiggling, but she seemed to be getting tired and her struggling wasn't nearly as violent as at first. Chuck had the opportunity to explore her cave thoroughly.
If she kept wiggling on Chuck's cock, she was going to cause him to cream in his jeans. Nevertheless, he kept reaming her twat with greedy fingers and squeezing her tit with the other hand. Ron had turned around and was leaning over the back of the front seat so he could work on her, too. Kate was reduced to token resistance. Her voice was hollow as she continued to giggle.
The car came to a stop. Chuck got a fast glance at where they were before Rich turned the headlights off. He saw the door to an old garage. The guys started piling out, but Chuck had to wait until Kate was dragged off him before he could move. As soon as they were out of the car, the guys who had been in the front seat, and who hadn't had much of a chance at her, encircled Kate and made her start a new chorus of wailing.
"Hey, who the hell's makin' all that noise," they heard a gruff voice call out.
"Ziggy, it's us. Come on out," Rich called back.
Chuck saw an old, wizened guy come out of a door beside the big garage door. He had a flashlight in his hand and was shining it into the car.
"Well, well, what have we here?" the old man cackled.
"We thought we'd cut you in on some pussy," Ron said. "Can we use your place?"
"Sure, bring her in here," the old guy said and led them into his garage.
He had a living area carved out of the grimy garage. There was a mattress on the floor and some broken-down furniture. Kate was finally left alone and she began straightening out her rumpled clothes. Ziggy brought out a gallon jug and took a long swig, then passed it to the boys.
"How about a strip-tease, Kate, old girl?" Rich said.
The chick grabbed the jug and held it to her painted mouth for a long time. Then, after wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she said, "How about a little music?"
Ziggy crouched with a lascivious chuckle and slapped his knees. Then he went to an ancient record player and turned the crank. A scratchy orchestra began playing, and Kate started to shake her hips to the music.
The boys and the old man sat around the dancing fat lady and hooted encouragement. Chuck felt like he had suddenly been transported to another planet. He'd never been in a situation like that before. It was fantastic, and he was having a ball.
Kate was shaking her tits. She grabbed the bouncing jugs and played with them, her face taking on an expression of passion. She was surprisingly good at putting on a show. Chuck was hooting and hollering with the others as the jug was passed to him. He took a long swallow, and was surprised to feel his throat burn as the liquor slid down.
Kate grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up suddenly. Her mammoth tits were released into the boys' view, and a wild cheer went up. Chuck marveled at the size of her nipples. The rolls of fat on her stomach were hardly noticed as her jugs stole the show. She swung those globes around in circles and made them slap loudly together.
As she swung her tits around, she began to unfasten her skirt. Without stopping the gyrations that were keeping her tits moving, she began to tug her skirt down. When she got too close to Bruce, he grabbed her skirt and gave her some help. It took awhile, but once the skirt was past the bulge of her hips and ass, the garment fell around her feet and she stepped out of it.
She overflowed the tight panties she was wearing. Turning her back on the boys, she shook the giant cheeks of her ass. Now Chuck knew why he had trouble breathing when she was on top of him in the car. She turned again, and her whole body shook until she was covered with sweat. Chuck was getting anxious for the dance to be over and the real action to start.
He wasn't the only one who was getting impatient. Duane stood up and began moving toward the bouncing flesh of the dancer's body. He grabbed her tits and held them so they wouldn't wiggle out of his grasp. Kate slowed down so he could press himself against her. Duane pushed her toward the bed and made her he down. Then he began undressing.
"Let's give the lovebirds some privacy," Rich said, and led the guys away from the living area.
They sat on an assortment of crates and drums, passing the jug and waiting for their turn. The sounds of Duane's orgasmic groaning came drifting over them, increasing their impatience. Chuck instinctively knew that he would be last, but as long as he had a turn, he would be happy.
Duane came forward and Ron scrambled to take his place. It wouldn't take long for the rest of the guys to have their turns, and then Chuck would have his big chance. He was getting pretty drunk, but nothing could stop him from losing his cherry with that fat whore. He could have hoped for a better chick to be his first, but he didn't know when the next chance might arrive, so he would take whatever was available.
Ron came out, and Rich disappeared. Chuck realized that he had an advantage- being last-he could take as long as he wanted without having anyone hurrying him along. Finally, Bruce went to the whore. Chuck was next. Through his drunkenness, he was getting so excited that he could hardly sit still. When he heard Bruce's voice rise in the ecstatic groan of coming, he swallowed hard and tried to get his mind cleared.
Bruce walked unsteadily back to the crowd, and Chuck got up. He walked slowly to where the whore was waiting. He didn't want the guys to know how much this meant to him. No one was even paying attention to him anymore, now that their lust had been satisfied.
Chuck looked down at the chick as the lay at his feet on the mattress. She looked relaxed, with her tits sagging on her chest. Her legs were spread lazily. Chuck looked at the mass of thick curls that covered her crotch. He knew that she would be flowing with the spilled jism of the guys who had preceded him, but that didn't matter.
With trembling fingers, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He didn't even bother taking them off, but let them bunch around his ankles. He dropped to his knees, then cradled over the soft body waiting for him. Kate looked up at him with half-closed eyes. As he sank into the comfort of her tits and thighs, she wrapped her arms around him. She was like an overstuffed mattress, Chuck thought, but at least she had a cunt.
He put one hand on a tit, filling his palm with its warm bulk. His prick felt the wiry hair that covered her mound. This was what he'd been waiting for, he realized, as he moved his cock-head around looking for the wet hole. Kate reached down, took his prick into her hand and guided it to her gash.
Chuck gasped as he felt the hot lips of her twat take his prick into its hold. He lowered his ass and felt the cunt-sleeve surround his rod. It felt hot and wet as he dipped deeply into that cunt. Finally, he was in up to the hair that surrounded the base of his dong. He felt her lift her thighs around his hips and take him into a vicelike hold.
In all his days of masturbation, Chuck had never felt anything like that tube his prick was in. It held him securely and tightly with firm muscles. His cream was coming to a boil, and he hadn't even started pumping yet. When he lifted his ass and pulled his prick from her cunt, he thrilled to feel it stroke his tool with the hot, satiny walls of her cave. Then he plunged in again, sinking his pecker as deeply as he could.
The sensations of having that hole sliding over his pumping cock made Chuck's breath come in rapid, hoarse rushes. Her hips began to pump in opposition to his, helping him slide his meat in and out. With every stroke his prick was grabbed, then tugged at with the suction of that tube. Her slick pussy-lining slithered around the fat knob at the tip of his cock. Kate gave her cunt little twists and turns while Chuck plunged up and down, adding a fantastic ornament to his sloshing prick's movement.
Kate began making passionate sounds into Chuck's ear, reminding him that she had been quiet until then. Could his fucking have been that much more exciting, or was his prick so much bigger than the others? Maybe it was just that she had already fucked five guys, but, in any case, the lascivious noises made Chuck's jism heat up. His hips began to rise and fall faster.
Kate grabbed his ass with both hands, speeding his thrusts to an incredible rate. They were both panting and grunting. Chuck knew that his expectations had been passed as he was filled with the most intense ecstasy of his life. His prick was a tingling knot of electric nerves, and the voltage was spreading through his body. He was being totally consumed by the pleasure until there was nothing left of him except a cringing mass of sexual joy.
Chuck flailed around on Kate's big, soft body as his orgasm burst. He rolled on waves of swelling tits, and bounced between her thighs. He kept bucking until every spark was spent, his cum filling her cunt.
"Thanks, Kate," he said after a few moments.
"That was great, really, it was so fantastic."
"Sure, kid, I understand," she answered.
Chuck realized he was making it obvious that he had just shed his virginity, and he shut up, but he knew that he would never forget this generous fucker.
When he walked back to where the others were hanging around, they were all looking at him with a gleam in their eyes. Chuck thought that they all knew he had left his cherry with Kate, but then Ron said, "We're all proud of you, squirt. No one's ever made old Kate howl like that before."
Chuck felt a flash of pride. It did seem like quite an accomplishment, especially considering it had been his first fuck. Chuck thought that he might have found a new talent that he never knew he had.
"How about you, Ziggy? The only reason Kate came with us is that we promised her you'd give her a fuck, too," Rich said.
The old guy's wrinkled face became even more deeply lined as he began giggling. "No, it gets to be too much work for an old bag of bones like me."
"Bullshit. It'll do you a world of good," Rich said as he went to the old man and pulled him up. "A good fuck will keep you young."
Rich pulled the old guy's suspenders from his shoulders and pushed him toward the mattress where Kate was still available. All the kids began shouting their encouragement as Ziggy disappeared into his living room. The boys sat around passing the jug until they heard Ziggy begin to grunt. A round of applause accompanied the old man's efforts. When Ziggy staggered back to the group, all the guys slapped him on the back. Ziggy looked pretty beat, but after another pull on his jug, the color came back to his cheeks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next time Sally saw Jane, she felt an immediate pang of jealousy. Now she recognized her right away, and was even more suspicious of Tom's having disappeared at that party. Jane was walking on the opposite side of the street from Sally and hadn't spotted her, so Sally had a good chance to watch the sexy chick strut her stuff. It didn't take long for Sally to understand why Tom was turned on by her.
As she walked, her ass twitched from one side to the other as her short skirt slid over the silky material of her panties. Sally envied her perfectly shaped legs as they moved passed each other in Jane's sexy saunter. Mentally comparing the huge tits on Jane's chest with her own, Sally had to admit that Jane's were obviously bigger. Everything about that woman seemed to indicate a sexual hunger and willingness.
Sally felt her jealousy melt away and replaced with curiosity. Suddenly, she wanted to get to know that chick; there seemed to be something that Jane had and Sally wanted. She crossed the street and walked faster until she was side by side with Jane. The two women looked at each other.
"Didn't I meet you at Carol and Bob's party?", Sally asked.
"I don't think we met, but I do remember seeing you there. My name's Jane Peters."
Sally introduced herself and they shook hands. Sally couldn't detect any nervousness in Jane's voice, and she wondered if that meant that her suspicions were unfounded, but then she realized that a chick like Jane wouldn't tip her hand that easily. But, that was getting less and less important. Sally was interested in this chick for another reason, even if she didn't know what that reason was. They walked along and chatted. Finally, Sally asked Jane to have a cup of coffee with her. Jane agreed enthusiastically, and they went to a quiet cafe.
As they talked, Sally began to like Jane more and more. When Sally mentioned that she was interested in roses, Jane immediately began asking her all sorts of questions about them. Sally offered" to show Jane her garden, and was happy when Jane suggested that they go right over to her place and see it right away.
Jane followed Sally home. They went right out into the rose garden where Jane began smelling all the flowers. Sally hadn't met many women who showed so much curiosity about her hobby. As they looked at the roses, Chuck came out to ask his mother if he could go to Jeff's house for dinner. Chuck looked at Jane with interest, and the look was returned.
Sally gave the boy permission, and he left, throwing a few glances over his shoulder at the sexy woman that his mother had brought home. When the girls went into the house, Jane began to ask about Chuck. Sally told her how old he was and how well he did at school, but she had the feeling that her new friend's interest was centered on more personal aspects of his life.
"Does he have a lot of girl friends?" Jane asked.
Sally had to admit that she didn't know for sure; they didn't talk to each other about that sort of thing. Jane said that if she were a little younger, she could fall for the kid.
"I know what you mean," Sally said. "I'm a lot older than him, and I'm his mother, but I would love..."
She stopped herself, amazed that she had let her secret desire slip out. Her face got flushed, but when she saw that Jane smiled with understanding she relaxed. There was something about that woman that made her feel that she could confide in her, although they had only known each other for an hour.
They had more coffee and made small talk. Jane said that Sally had a beautiful house, so Sally asked her if she wanted to see the rest of it. Jane said she'd love to. As she followed Sally from room to room, she began talking about Chuck again. When they got to his room, Jane looked around carefully and even lifted some of his model planes and cars to examine them closely.
"It's not unusual for a mother to be attracted to her son," Jane suddenly said. "A girl friend of mine had a wonderful affair with her son. It lasted years, and she said he was the best piece of ass she'd ever had."
Sally felt embarrassed at first, but something about the way that Jane talked made her feel at ease. They left Chuck's room and went into Sally and Tom's. Sally asked Jane what happened to her incestuous girl friend.
"Oh, her son's married, but they still make it every now and then. It might be worth thinking about."
Sally felt scared. "Oh, no. I could never have ... V
There was something about the way Jane was looking at her that made her stop in mid-sentence.
Jane suddenly looked more sexy and beautiful, and she seemed so understanding. Sally felt a strange twinge deep in her belly.
"You have to do whatever you feel like doing," Jane said. "There's no point in denying yourself of all the wonderful experiences that are just waiting to happen."
Sally began to understand why she became so fascinated with this chick. As Jane kept talking, Sally realized that she had been developing an unusual feeling-she was dying to feel Jane's luscious body against her own!
Sally was freed by Jane's words. Free to do exactly what she wanted for the first time in her life. Jane was still talking about doing what you feel like, and her words were allowing Sally to walk toward her with passion clearly written on her face. When Sally was almost tit to tit with Jane, Jane reached out and they grabbed each other.
Their lips came together so hard that their teeth clicked together. Sally felt Jane's mouth open, and she slipped her tongue between her lips. Jane sucked her tongue deep into her mouth, giving Sally her first taste of the sweetness of feminine saliva. Between them, a collision of tit-flesh Compressed in a warm pile.
Sally felt more intense lust than she'd felt since she was a teenager. This new experience was driving her wild with excitement and she could hardly contain herself. She grabbed at Jane's tits, digging her fingers into the soft flesh so hard that Jane cried softly in pain until she eased up. Her tongue reached to every corner of Jane's mouth.
Jane let herself be pushed back by Sally's hungry onslaught until they tumbled onto the bed. Sally wrapped her legs around her lover, pulling her against her drooling pussy.
The only tits Sally had ever handled had-been her own, and she was finding that another pair, especially such a big, firm pair like Jane's, were thrilling to have in her hands. She could see why men were always clamoring after her tits. Jane was wearing a sheer blouse without a bra, so Sally could get a good idea of how wonderfully firm and bouncy those jugs were. She examined the hard nipple through the material, and couldn't wait to uncover it.
She felt Jane reach around and grab a handful of her ass. Jane had strong fingers, and when they crept into Sally's crotch they stirred feelings up in her that she hadn't felt in ages. Her pussy began running freely with fragrant liquor.
Jane moved her mouth down Sally's neck, kissing and licking. It felt great, but Sally was too wild to let someone else take the initiative. She grabbed at Jane's blouse, tugging at the buttons. One by one, they opened, exposing more of the woman's chest. As soon as she could see Jane's tits, Sally pressed her face into that softness and continued unbuttoning her blouse.
The huge bulk of that warm, soft tit-flesh on her face drove Sally even crazier than she already was. Pulling the rest of the blouse away from those treasures, she opened her mouth and sucked one of
Jane's big nipples in. She ran her tongue all around and over that puckered disk, moving her head in quick circles so she could feel the tit all over her face. Opening wider, she tried to get more of the boob into her mouth.
When she'd sucked on that nipple for a while, Sally moved her mouth to the rest of the tit. She kissed the creamy underside, and stuck her tongue between them and licked around in that valley.
Sally looked closely at Jane's tits. She moved them around, squeezing them together, then pushing them up and down. She found that she could spread her whole hand over the globe and still not have it completely covered. While she moved the jugs around, Jane saw the passion on her friend's face. Sally's eyes were drooping, and her mouth was gaping open as she panted.
Jane unbuttoned Sally's blouse and returned her tit-play. Sally knew that Jane must have been experienced at lesbian love because she responded so naturally. When Sally saw Jane staring at her tits, she suddenly felt so excited that she smashed one jug into her friend's face. Jane lifted her face a little so she could breathe, then began sucking Sally's nipple with such skill that it squeezed weird moans of ecstasy from her.
As she sucked, Jane unfastened Sally's slacks. Then, with maddening slowness, stuck her fingers in over the smooth flesh of the ass-cheeks and into the top of the crack. Sally wiggled and twisted in an attempt to get her cunt rubbing some part of Jane's body, but Jane made sure she would really appreciate everything she got by making her wait for it.
Sally never had her tits sucked with such skill. The lesbian was pulling her nipple deep into her mouth and nibbling hard on it. Only the skin of the nipple was in her mouth, getting a good going over until Jane opened a little wider and pulled the jellied sponginess into her mouth, too. She slowly gobbled up more and more tit-flesh until her mouth was wide open and stuffed full. Sally grabbed Jane's head, forcing her face into the tit and her tit deeper into the gaping mouth.
Jane's fingers were making progress too. She managed to stuff her hand into Sally's pants. Her fingers gathered the flabby skin of her ass-cheeks, and kneaded it like dough. Suddenly, she pulled her hand out and began tugging at the slacks. Sally wiggled her hips to help her friend get her out of her pants. They both used all their might to strip those pants from her so her burning crotch would be available.
As Sally felt the cool air of the room on her thighs and ass, she began to realize what was going to happen as soon as Jane could get to her twat, and she couldn't wait. Jane stood to get more leverage. She looked down and saw the top of Sally's pubic hair. Her mouth began to water at the thought of introducing that gorgeous chick to the joys of lesbian cunt-lapping.
When Sally finally kicked the pants from her feet, Jane sank down to her knees in front of Sally's juicy twat. Putting her hands on Sally's knees, she gently parted her thighs and stared into the crotch. She saw the lips of Sally's cunt spread enough to show a flash of pink. The inner-lips were peeking out.
Sally saw the effect that the sight of her cunt had on Jane. She was staring intently at the crack, her whole body was moving with her heavy breathing and her mouth was opened in anticipation. Sally was even more excited as she contemplated the perverted pleasure she was already feeling.
Jane leaned forward into the space between Sally's trembling thighs as Sally spread wider. She felt Jane's fingers sliding down her thighs toward the center of her lust as her face neared the target. Sally rolled her hips back so her crotch would be higher and easier to get at. She watched Jane's face approaching the furry muff.
When she felt Jane's nose and lips press into her curls, Sally closed her eyes and held her breath in anticipation of the ecstasy that would soon be filling her body. Then the hot tip of Jane's tongue entered the drooling slot. A warm sensation of pleasure made Sally sigh noisily. The tongue kept moving deeper until it was well situated in her pussy, then Jane began licking and probing.
With the first touch of that tongue in her cunt, Sally knew this lapping job was going to be something special. Jane had the best cunt-lapping technique that Sally had ever come across. The lesbian's tongue licked the outer region of her snatch with eager strokes, punctuated with quick forays into the flowing tunnel. The wet tongue gave her fast wipes across the clitoris, but she didn't give that little bud too much stimulation so the joy would rise slowly and last a long time.
Sally lifted her knees over her chest and spread as wide as she could, opening her cunt to Jane's writhing tongue. Her hips began to wiggle as though there was a cock in there, and although it was making it more difficult for Jane to do a good job, Sally couldn't stop her hips from gyrating. Jane just had to hold on and keep her mouth buried in that soaking, hairy twat.
Sally was being racked with powerful surges of lust before long. Jane was shoving her tongue as far up Sally's cave as she could, and wiggling it with all her might. Then Jane would drag the tongue out of the tube and over the stiff love bud, causing Sally to tremble. She was making desperate wails deep in her throat. Jane's head began bobbing as she gave the cunt a final flurry of tongue swipes.
With a wanton scream and a shiver, Sally came. Jane kept going at her quivering cunt until Sally had to push her head away or lose her mind with joy. While Sally tried to catch her breath, Jane lowered herself on her heaving chest with her face on Sally's. Sally could smell her own cunt-juice on her lover's face. She pressed her mouth on Jane's and slipped her tongue in, tasting the funky richness of the twat syrup.
The flavor of her love-cream in Jane's mouth made her more eager than she had been to repay the favor. Before the spasms of her orgasm stopped completely, Sally began kissing her way down Jane's body. She kissed her tits for a few seconds, but she was too impatient to linger. The thought of lapping a pussy seemed like a dream come true, even though she never really thought much about it. Suddenly, she remembered trying to lick her own twat once when she was a horny, young girl.
As she passed Jane's belly button the odor of her cunt hit Sally's nostrils. It was a pungent, but sweet smell and it made her passion soar. Jane spread her legs and Sally got comfortable between them. She could feel the bristling hairs of her friend's cunt tickling her chin as she kissed around the fuzzy triangle. Then she lifted her head and looked down at the treasure waiting for her tongue.
Jane's pussy was beautiful, Sally thought, as she spread the lips with her fingers. She had never had such a close look at another woman's cunt, so it was a thrilling experience. The hot mist emanating from that gash bathed her face with heat. She spread the lips farther apart and looked at it. The inner-lips were wiggling and inviting her to stick her tongue between them.
Sally felt Jane's hand on the back of her head urging her on, so she stopped looking and started acting. Lowering her face, she once again felt the hair touch her lips, but now she stuck out her tongue and felt around for the slot. It didn't take long for her to have her tongue between the outer lips, and ready to press into that steaming envelope.
The first taste of hot cunt-juice on the incredibly smooth lining made Sally's head swim. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to get her face caressed by the lips of that cunt. She stuck her tongue right up the tight well and wet her chin and cheeks with juice.
Now that she was into it, Sally began giving that pussy all she had. Her tongue began wagging in there, covering the slick lining with hungry licks. She would have liked to give Jane the same leisurely, teasing cunt-lapping that she had gotten from her, but Sally was too excited to go slowly. She wanted to crawl right into that gash and feel the soft lips caress her body. If her head would have fit, she would have stuck it in there to make her licking more exciting. As it was, the root of her tongue ached with the effort of sticking it out so far and licking so hard.
Sally could look up over Jane's belly and watch the lust on her face. She was thrilled to see her grab her own tits and play with them to make the cunt-lapping even more exciting.
"Stay away from my clit," Jane gasped. "I don't want to come yet."
Sally took the advice and concentrated her lapping on the drooling tunnel and inner-lips. Jane was writhing and groaning just as Sally had been, and she felt proud of herself for being able to have that experienced lezzie wild with pleasure from Sally's first cunt-lapping effort.
"Now! Lick my clit now!" Jane wailed. "Uhhhhhhhhh."
Sally had never been so happy about giving someone an orgasm as she was with her face buried in that lesbian's cunt. She kept lashing that snatch until Jane wiggled away. Sally lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was wetter than she'd imagined it would be after eating a pussy. She dropped herself on top of Jane and the two spent cunt-eaters held each other as they rested.
"You were so right, Jane. I have to let myself do what I want," Sally said. "I've been denying myself all sorts of pleasures. From now on I'm going to have a ball."
Sally felt a burst of optimism. It seemed that her life was just beginning and it was going to be full of pleasures. She had already started with this experience with Jane, and that had been great. Chuck was going to get the surprise of his life the next time he ran up against the new woman his mother had become.
The girls got dressed and exchanged phone numbers. After a deep kiss, Jane left and Sally sat on the couch for a long time thinking about all the things she was going to do; all the things that she had been denying herself. Most of all, she thought about a certain young boy whose strong; virile body had been in her dreams for a long time.
CHAPTER NINE
Tom hadn't forgotten Jane. That blow-job she'd given him stuck in his mind and made him long for more of that woman's talents. He knew that he was taking a chance with his marriage, but he tried not to let that scare him; Jane was just too good to forget about.
He called her and convinced her to meet him for lunch at a restaurant in a motel across town. When she agreed to meet him, Tom's cock got stiff and didn't shrivel for hours. Their date was for the next day and when Tom fucked his wife that night, he was so preoccupied thinking about Jane that he didn't even notice Sally's new enthusiasm. And Sally was so wrapped up in her new lust that she didn't notice Tom's excitement when he left for work the next morning.
Tom couldn't think of anything but lunch all morning. He knew that he was building up the woman in his mind so much that she might finally be a disappointment, but he didn't really think that was possible; not with Jane-she was such a dynamite chick that he couldn't exaggerate her skill if he tried.
When lunch time rolled around, Tom got into his car and sped to the motel. He was practically running when he entered the restaurant, looking all around for Jane. She wasn't there, so Tom took a table for two and waited. He had a martini while he waited, and hoped that she wouldn't stand him up.
Finally, after looking up every time he heard someone walk in, he saw Jane swaying her hips as she walked toward him. As soon as he saw her, he got hard again. Her tits seemed to be pointing right at his face as she came to the table and said hello.
They ordered lunch and a drink. Tom tried not to keep staring at the boobs that were sticking out over the table.
"Did Sally tell you that I ran into her the other day?"
"No, she didn't." Tom was surprised to hear that they had met, and he wondered why Sally hadn't mentioned it.
"I was at your house. Sally showed me her garden. You have a lovely home."
Tom thanked her for the compliment, but he was disturbed by the news. He tried to put it out of his mind as he began thinking about Jane again.
They ate and made small talk, but as soon as lunch was over, Tom reached over and put his hand on Jane's. She gave him a warm smile.
"Does Sally make it with other people, too?" Jane asked.
Tom said he didn't think so. He hoped she wasn't going to give him a hard time. In an attempt to get the conversation on the right track, Tom told her how much fun he'd had at the party where he'd met her. Jane didn't seem to be responding to him, and Tom began to worry. She was a strange woman, and he wouldn't have been surprised to find that she was a tease as well as a great fucker.
"How would you like to have an afternoon fuck?" he finally said.
"I thought you'd never ask," she answered. "Why don't you get a room?"
Tom jumped up like a kid who'd been waiting for class to be dismissed. When he got back, he dangled a key in front of her, and they left the dining room. Tom's prick was growing again and he had a hard time walking up the stairs to their room.
When he swung the door open, the double bed was the first thing to catch their attention. Janf passed him, wiggling her ass lasciviously. Tom was so eager that he was almost coming on like a teenager.
"I like Sally and Chuck, too. You're lucky to have such a nice family," Jane said.
"Thanks," Tom said. He thought it was strange that she was talking about his family at a time like that.
"Too bad you didn't bring Chuck along. I'd love to get my hands on him."
"Well, I'll have to do for now. Chuck's not here, but I'm sure he'd love to get his hands on you too," Tom said.
Tom wanted to get things under way. He didn't like to hear about his family while he was shacking up with another woman in a motel. He went to Jane and took her in his arms, pulled her against him and kissed her. She instantly became a tiger, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and biting his lips. Her big tits flattened against him.
Jane suddenly stepped back and Tom was afraid she was going to start talking about his family again, but she only raised her hand to the button under her chin and began undressing. She tossed her blouse over a chair. Tom stared at her tits. Her bra could hardly contain them. When Jane reached behind her to unfasten the bra, Tom held his breath in suspense. The garment fell away from her boobs and her tits sagged in a sensual curve. They were obviously very heavy and Tom imagined how they would feel in his hand.
Tom had fallen behind in the race to strip, so he hurriedly threw his shirt off and started fumbling with his belt.
Jane dropped her skirt to the floor and, stepping out of it, pulled down her bikini undies.
The idea that this was a woman he had known for only a few weeks and was now about to fuck, gave Tom a rush of excitement. It was as if he were fulfilling his role as a successful stud. He felt virile and powerful. As he pulled off his pants and bared his full, stiff cock, he noticed that Jane seemed as pleased with his body as he was with hers.
They hopped into bed from either side and came together in the middle under the covers. As soon as Tom put his arms around her, the heavy mass of her body reminded him again that he was conquering a new and luscious chick. He put his hand on her hip and was thrilled by the difference between her well-padded hip and his wife's rather bony pelvis.
Jane ran her hand up and down the side of Tom's body. He didn't know if she had a nicer touch than Sally or if he was reacting to the novelty of it, but it thrilled him as Sally's touch hadn't in a long time. Their mouths came together in a passionate kiss and the taste of Jane's saliva reminded Tom of that terrific blow-job he got from her. He hoped she could equal that performance again. Filling his hand with tit and squeezing tightly made Tom want to curl up between those plaint mounds and luxuriate in their
heat. As he continued kissing her, his fingers kneaded her tits.
Tom's hard prick pressed into the softness of Jane's stomach and it felt as if it were making quite a dent in the impressionable padding of her belly, unlike the way it leaned against the solid wall of Sally's stomach.
Jane's body was radiating the pungent muskiness that she seemed to wear as an aura. The fragrance filled Tom's head and added to his passion. They were both beginning to glisten with the sweat of sexual heat.
Jane was becoming wilder as she sucked Tom's tongue into her mouth. Her head was flailing from side to side and her breathing was becoming harsh and ragged. Tom was in a vise-grip of soft voluptuousness and thrilling with every separate sensation it provided. Tom hated to release her tit, but he was eager to explore the rest of her body.
He moved his hand along the smoothness of the side of her body. It dropped into the hollow of her waist and then rose up the slope to the summit of her hip. From there it was downhill to the crevice that split her round, full ass. It figured, Tom thought, as he discovered that her ass had the same sponginess as her tits. With his fingertips in the crack, he tightened his hand around the slack flesh of that ass-cheek. Pushing the cheek aside, Tom shoved his probing middle finger to her asshole.
His finger crawled toward the entrance to her bum, but rather than penetrate it, he merely stroked the inch of sealed asshole.
Jane purred at his touch, telling him that she would welcome his attention on her ass whenever he was ready for it. Tom lifted his hand back to the side of her hip and pushed her over on her back.
The mound of her snatch was waiting for Tom's touch and it didn't have to wait long. He covered the hairy triangle with his palm and rubbed softly. Jane's thighs spread automatically, leaving her box open and ready for examination. As the full and fleshy tights separated, Tom thought he could feel moisture on his fingers. Curling his middle finger into the well-lubricated lips, Tom was surprised to find that she had a small, tight cunt. As he felt his way into the canal, he realized that her pussy was tighter than Sally's, and he was looking forward to fucking it.
"You have a beautiful cunt, sweetie," he murmured into her ear.
"Just wait until you get into it," Jane said. "I think you're going to like it. Most men do."
Tom stuck a second finger up her snatch and wiggled them both around. Her cunt gripped the fingers firmly. She lifted her knees slightly and spread her thighs wider. Tom, in response, shoved his fingers farther up that oozing chamber. While he probed her pussy, Jane grabbed his cock and caressed it. After playing with his prick for a while, she pulled him on top of her.
Tom was ready and was soon guiding his cock toward her cunt. He tried to reach around her hip to her crotch to spread her lips and guide his shaft in. Her pussy was so juicy and the lips were so bloated with lust that his fat cock slid in easily.
When he got in, he realized how tight she really was. Her cunt fit him like a sock. Even with the copious fluid that was drooling from the cave, there was a lot of friction between his plunging tool and the walls within her snatch. Tom lifted and dropped his hips slowly with long strokes. Jane caught the rhythm and moved sensuously under him.
When they speeded up the tempo, Tom had a very thrilling surprise. As they began to pant in ecstasy, Tom felt Jane's cunt tightening around him with every stroke. He thrust his cock home, and as he withdrew, she would grip his shaft, increasing the sensation ten times. Jane was managing to give him the best feelings that he'd ever experienced from a fuck, a blow-job or his own hand.
He wasn't the only one having fun. His ears were full of the sounds of her desperate animal moans. Tom lifted his upper torso so he could look down at Jane's face. As he suspected, it was twisted in a grimace of extreme rapture. Jane opened her eyes, too, to see the passion etched on his features and Tom tried to smile his approval of her. The ecstatic tension was mounting in him though, and he couldn't support himself with his arms. He collapsed on top of Jane as his prick burst with spewing jism. His whole body began to convulse in spasms of pleasure.
Jane was coming, too, and she clawed his- back and flailed the air with her kicking feet. Tom didn't think he could take much more of that tight cunt without losing his mind, but Jane kept bucking under him. Tom's body went limp and Jane collapsed in exhaustion.
When Tom caught his breath, he said, "That was the best, baby. The best fuck I ever had."
"You should catch me on one of my good days," she said. "You were great, too."
As they got dressed, Tom suggested that they get together again soon.
"I don't know. I think I'll see if I can lure your son into bed next."
Tom smiled, but he realized that she wasn't kidding. Well, why not? If she wanted to break Chuck into the world of fucking, it was all right with him.
They went down to the parking lot together and Tom asked her again if she would see him soon. She told him to call, and said goodbye. Tom stood there and watched her ass as she walked to her car. She was an obviously independent bitch, but, boy, she could throw a fabulous fuck, Tom thought as he watched her drive away.
On his way back to work, Tom thought about what Jane had said about Chuck and Sally. It made him think about his son and wonder if the kid was getting anything. He didn't want to think about the possibilities of Sally's getting anything on the side, but Jane had made him uneasy.
CHAPTER TEN
Jeff called Chuck to tell him that there was going to be a party at Joyce'? that night. As usual, Chuck was excited because parties always meant a chance to do some necking, and with some luck, he might even get fucked.
Chuck's father was out of town again, and it seemed to him his mother was acting strangely.
During dinner she kept smiling at him in a weird way, and that made him uncomfortable because he couldn't help staring at the unusually low neck line she was wearing and she kept catching him. From his place across the table from Sally, Chuck could look right down her top, between the loosely harnessed tits.
The sight kept his cock hard throughout dinner, and made him hope something would happen at the party that would relieve him of the pressure forming in his balls.
"I'm going to a party tonight, Mom," Chuck said. "I might not be back until late."
Chuck usually got away with staying out later when his father wasn't home, but his mother always told him to be home early anyhow. This time, though, she had an entirely different response.
"Ohhh," Sally moaned in a disappointed tone. "I was looking forward to spending the evening here- with you." And she gave him another of those strange smiles that he hadn't been able to figure out.
"Gee, Mom, I'd like to stay home with you, but... you know. I don't get to go to a party every night. I'll be home early."
Sally smiled again, then got up and walked over to her son. She stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders. As she began massaging his shoulders, she bent down so her tits rested on top of his head. Chuck was as surprised as he was thrilled to feel those heavy globes on his head, and his prick pressed painfully against his jeans.
"Well, I hope you do come home early. I'll be waiting for you."
Chuck looked up and saw the tips of her boobs hanging over his forehead. He would have given anything to be able to reach up and touch those nipples, but he knew that you just didn't do that to your mother. But since she was letting them rest right on top of his head maybe that meant he could. Chuck couldn't figure it out, and all he wanted to do was get away from the problem.
He tried to get up, but Sally wouldn't let go and he had to struggle out of the chair while she bumped her tits all over him. Finally, she stood in front of him and took him in her arms. Chuck felt the huge load of tit-flesh pressing flat on his chest. It was driving him wild, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, and he tried to keep his stiff pecker from touching his mother's belly. If that happened he didn't think he would be able to control himself.
Chuck pulled himself from the hungry woman's hug and ran to his room. He called back over his shoulder, saying that he had to hurry. He didn't want to look his mother in the eye because he was so confused about what she was up to. Sally was left standing there in the kitchen with a bunch of dirty dishes and no young boy to cuddle.
She heard Chuck up in his room and felt her cunt drip with longing. The poor kid was scared of her aggressive behavior, and she couldn't blame him. She would have to get through to him somehow. The image of him sitting in her car jerking off came back to her and gave her confidence that she would get him into her bed yet. He must be horny. She could feel his body heating up when she touched him. It was just a matter of overcoming the boy's natural fear of letting himself go with his mother.
Chuck was shaken by his mother's unusual behavior. As he got dressed for the party, he had to contend with a hard cock and a feeling of bewilderment. He suspected that she had watched him jerk off from the upstairs window when he did it in her car, so she must have known how horny he was. And she must know the effects of laying her tits on his head and massaging him like she had. Could it be that she was trying to seduce him, he wondered? The thought sent a jolt through him.
There wasn't a chick in the world that he would rather fuck than his mother, and if she wanted him he would be the happiest kid in the neighborhood. But how could he be sure that's what she wanted? If he tried anything and she didn't let him get away with it, he thought he would have to leave home forever. And what if his father found out?
The whole matter was so incredible that Chuck put it out of his mind and tried to think about the party. It was really too early to leave, but he didn't want to have another confrontation with his mother's strange behavior, so he dressed and ran out. He didn't even stop to say goodbye, but just yelled it out as he bolted through the door.
Now he would have time to kill. He walked to the soda shop. It was always empty at that time of day, and was a good place to collect himself. He tried to forget his mother by feeding quarters to the pinball machine. The flashing lights and bells helped, but his cock kept getting hard and that bothered him.
Suddenly Jeff and Doug came into the shop. They told Chuck that they went to his house and his mother said he'd already left. Chuck didn't explain. They said a bunch of the guys were going to get some beer to take along. Chuck chipped in some money and they left. After getting an old bum to buy the beer for them, they headed for Joyce's. They talked about the chicks that were likely to be there and Chuck heard Sue's name mentioned. He had tried to call her after their fabulous afternoon in the park, but hadn't been able to get through to her. He hoped she would be at the party even though he knew he would feel bad if she wouldn't neck with him, and she might not. After all, one afternoon in the bushes didn't mean anything.
They were still a little early, so they stopped in a playground near Joyce's house and opened a few cans of beer. Chuck listened to all the old stories about the guy's successes with various chicks as he sipped his beer. Although he refused to let himself think about his mother, she was definitely on his mind.
The sun was going down and the sky was brilliant red when they decided it was time to go. By the time they got there, there was already a houseful of kids and the music was blaring. Joyce's parents weren't home, and it looked like it was going to be a good party. They weren't the only ones who brought beer and there was the thick odor of marijuana in the air.
Chuck saw Sue, but didn't go over to her. She was talking with some kids who he didn't know, and he wanted to check out the party first. He moved through the crowd, drinking his beer and taking a hit of the marijuana when a joint was passed to him. The music was getting to him, too, and he was getting into a real party mood.
As he paused at a big bowl of potato chips he heard his name called. Turning, he saw Sue's pretty face. She was standing so close to him that when he turned to face her his arm brushed the tips of her protruding tits. Oh, if he could get his mouth around one of those boobs, he'd be so happy.
"Haven't seen you around lately," Sue said.
"I tried to call you a few times, but no one answered."
They stood there smiling at each other until Chuck offered her some potato chips. No one had started necking yet, so he didn't know what to do except play it cool for a while. He really hoped for another hand-job from that sweet chick, if not a fuck. Sue finally drifted off, but Chuck kept an eye on her so he could find her when things warmed up at the party.
The beer and pot were having their effects on Chuck, so he was content to cruise around and see all the kids, at least for a while. As he watched the boobs on the chicks his prick would stir in his pants and he would look around to see what Sue was up to. He was beginning to worry that some other guy would grab her before he got back to her.
Chuck had told all the guys about his evening with Rich and the older guys, including his fuck with Kate, and he was sort of a celebrity because of it. Guys kept coming over to him and asking if he could arrange a gang-bang with them included. He told them that he'd try. It made him feel like a big-shot and gave him confidence to find Sue right away.
As he passed through the living room looking for her, he noticed that a few kids had settled down in the dim room and had started necking already. Suddenly it seemed urgent to find her and get her nestled into an easy chair with him. He spotted her, but she was talking to Bob, a guy that Chuck had heard about. He was supposedly a big stud from a private school. Chuck knew he would have to act fast if Sue was going to be his for the night.
Chuck ambled over to them and stood around until Sue noticed him and introduced him to Bob. Chuck was high enough to get aggressive with Sue. Standing in a way that covered his actions from Bob, he reached out and touched Sue's ass. He slipped his hand into the back pocket of her jeans and wiggled his fingers against the firm mound of her cheek. That touch made his prick stretch so it would be a real loss if she wouldn't let him neck with her now.
Sue smiled at Chuck so he got even braver. He pulled his hand from her pocket and stuffed it into the back of her pants. His middle finger reached all the way down to the top of the crack in her ass. He stepped closer to her until he could smell her fragrance through the smell of tobacco and pot smoke.
Bob stopped talking to her and his face dropped. Chuck knew that he'd successfully gotten Sue away from him. Without saying anything, he began pushing her away from Bob and toward the living room. Sue let herself be pushed all the way to an empty easy chair, where Chuck sat down and dragged her down on his lap. He grunted as her ass landed on his boner. He knew she would feel it throbbing under her.
The room was dark enough for him to do almost anything he wanted without being seen. There were several couples all over the room in various stages of necking already. Sue leaned on Chuck, spreading one of her big jugs on his chest. He lifted his face toward hers and they kissed. The taste of her mouth made him as horny as he'd ever been and he had to congratulate himself for getting this luscious chick on his lap in a dark room.
As they kissed, Chuck began to slide his hand under Sue's blouse. When his hand met the warm skin of her side, an electric current began flowing through both of them, causing Sue's cunt to get wet and Chuck's cock to get even harder than it already was. He moved his hand up until his fingertips bumped into the underside of her globe, then he lifted the creeping hand higher until he was holding that firm sphere in a tight grasp.
Chuck's hand had an immediate effect on Sue. He felt her breathing deepen and her tongue reached farther into his mouth. He felt her nipple vibrating with passion against his palm. Sue wiggled her hips on Chuck's lap, giving his prick a vigorous rub. With a big tit in his hand and a sweet tongue in his mouth, having his joint rubbed like that was almost enough to spread a wet stain over the crotch of his pants.
Chuck pushed Sue's ass off his cock so he wouldn't come too soon, and so she could reach down and put her hand on the bulge. Sue picked up on Chuck's reasoning right away and dropped her hand into his lap. With strong fingers, she traced the outline of that throbbing rod and gave it sensuous little squeezes. His cock was straining against those tight jeans, and Chuck was thinking about unzipping his fly, but he decided to wait.
He moved his hand from one of her tits to the other. It was hard to believe that they could be so firm, almost hard. Chuck took one stiff nipple in his fingers and gently rolled it around like a marble. His mouth began watering as he longed to suck on that knob, but could he get away with it in that room full of people, and would Sue let him? Chuck took his mouth from hers and looked around. It was pretty dark, and everyone else was busy necking and weren't likely to notice. He decided to chance it.
Pulling her blouse up gradually, Chuck was almost drooling and his mouth was already opened, as he prepared to gobble up that nipple. Then, to his astonishment, Sue quickly lifted her blouse and bared her tit.
"Suck me," she whispered. "Suck my nipple." Then, when Chuck had his mouth around it, she moaned, "Harder, suck it harder."
With that big plum in his mouth and Sue's ecstatic whispering in his ear, Chuck forgot where he was and sucked loudly and greedily. He kept stuffing more of that firm flesh into his mouth and Sue began writhing wildly on his lap. Her ass kept bumping his throbbing cock, giving him a succession of rapturous jolts. Sue's fingers kept grabbing at his imprisoned prick, but she was too preoccupied with her own lust to do a good job.
Chuck couldn't help sticking his hand between Sue's thighs. It was so hot and moist in that vee that he could imagine how her cunt must be wet and bloated with blood. His fingertips touched the padded crotch of her jeans, and he felt her body shiver with the lust that was pent-up in her. They both knew that this wasn't going to be just another necking session. They were both too far gone for the usual light petting.
Chuck just had to feel her hand on his bare pole, just like he had that day in the park. It didn't matter where he was. His brain was working on one track. Without taking his mouth from that creamy jug, he grabbed his zipper with trembling fingers and pulled. He had to wiggle around to get the fly down and Sue was thrown about like a pillow on his lap, but he soon had the fly opened. Pulling that stiff rod out was another matter. He had to move around and pull his underwear out of the way, and Sue's fingers digging into his fly to help him had the opposite effect.
Finally, though, he fished his cock out. It stuck out of his fly and beat its fat head against Sue's hip. When he felt her fingers on the shaft, Chuck jerked involuntarily and almost threw Sue on the floor. She held on though, and ran her fingers up to the blown-up head. If Chuck wasn't gagged with tit, he would have cried out with pleasure as she squeezed his cock-head.
Chuck wanted her to jerk him off. Having his jism soak both of them seemed a small price to pay for such ecstasy, but Sue had different ideas. She was careful not the handle his prick too roughly. She didn't want him to waste that precious fluid that was building in his balls. She slowly slid off his lap, pulling her tit from Chuck's mouth with a loud pop. Holding tightly to his cock, she made Chuck follow her until they were lying on the floor.
It didn't seem strange to Chuck that they were suddenly on the floor. Actually, he didn't even know where he was and he didn't care. He was simply following his prick and that luscious boob. They grabbed each other in a tight embrace, Chuck felt his prick fold up against the rough material of Sue's jeans, and be began squirming down to take her tit into his mouth again.
As Chuck followed blindly, snapping at her tits and keeping his prick in contact with her, she led him around the chair and under a table. A lamp cord became twisted in their embrace and Sue's head disappeared under the bottoms of some drapes, but still Chuck followed.
She finally stopped her slithering and Chuck caught up. He took that wet, and by now cold, nipple back into his mouth. Now he could put his hand on Sue's crotch and feel the softness of her hairy mound. His fingers felt around a little, then automatically began tugging at her fly.
"Mmmmm, yes. Yes." Sue murmured as Chuck made his way through her clothing to the real flesh within.
When her zipper was down and the button on her pants opened, Chuck rested his hand on the smooth, warm skin of her bare belly. Her undies were no barrier as he merely slipped his fingers under the elastic and combed them through the thick, curly hair. There was something about touching that pussy mound that excited Chuck. He pushed his hand farther into her panties and felt the cleft between her plump lips. As his finger followed that crack, he began to feel the moisture that his tit-sucking and kissing had caused to leak out.
Chuck sent his middle finger up that flowing slot, feeling the warm, smooth interior. Sue let her legs sag open as much as the jeans would permit. As he kept sucking one stiff nipple, Chuck heard Sue sigh as he pressed his finger farther into her cunt.
Soon, Chuck was reaming her cunt with his extended finger and hoping she would start moving the loose casing of his prick back and forth to release the pressure and ecstasy that was building to a dangerous pressure in his balls. Sue just kept running her fingers lightly over the shaft and head. Chuck tried to shove his cock against her thigh to rub himself off, but she grabbed the prick and held it away.
Just as Chuck was wondering what was going on, Sue began pulling her pants lower. He helped her as much as he could. When the jeans were just below her hips, Sue pulled her nipples from his mouth and rolled over. Her smooth and spongy ass-cheeks nestled up to his twitching tool.
"Get in me," she hissed. "Fuck me, Chuck, hurry."
He had never thought about fucking in this position in all his years of sexual fantasy, so he had to collect his thoughts for a second before he went into action. First, he reached down to her crotch from behind and felt around. He could feel the soaking heat of her cunt. The rear of the loosened gash was poking out at him and he realized that he could stick his dong right in.
Suddenly, Chuck felt a dizzy rush of excitement. His prick was already only a few inches from that sloppy entrance. Moving his hips closer to Sue's firm ass, his prick began drumming on that dry flesh, probing for her cunt. When he felt her hand on his cock he was startled, until he realized that she had reached between her own legs to drag his cock into her.
With her help, Chuck felt his prick meet a tangle of wet hair, then the quivering and flabby rear of her cuntal slot. Then he pressed his belly against the cheeks of her ass, driving his rod up that tight sleeve. Once again he felt the glory of having his prick held in the grip of a pussy, but this time the chick was right out of one of his wet dreams.
Chuck moved his hips back and forth on the scratching rug beneath him, and felt his prick massaged by the incredible lining of that cunt.
Sue was trying to muffle the gasps of joy that the cock in her cunt pumped out of her, but Chuck realized that she was making enough noise to let everyone in the room know what was going on behind that chair. But that didn't matter when compared to the exquisite sensations her pussy was creating.
The lamp cord that was twisted around them got tighter and finally a crash of a falling lamp sounded in their ears, blotting out the sounds of their desperate gasping, but when the last tinkle of falling glass died away, the muffled sounds of ecstasy were louder than ever.
Chuck's cock was on fire with intense pleasure as the velvet and soaking tunnel of Sue's cunt slid back and forth over it. The ridge around his cock-head pulled and shoved her cunt-tube in and out, filling her with orgasmic bliss.
Chuck knew he was going to start filling that cave with his juice, and he knew she was ready for it. Already, he could feel the contractions of her cunt squeezing his cock with random spasms and her hips were chugging back and forth crazily. Chuck clenched his teeth but still a low moan of pleasure slipped from his mouth. Sue was holding her hand over her mouth, but her ecstasy was still audible.
Thick spurts of hot jism exploded into Sue's twat as they both hit the pinnacle of their pleasure at the same moment. They bumped ass to belly until their pleasure was complete. Then, coming to her senses, Sue pulled her pussy off Chuck's softening cock. With a hurried flurry of motion, she pulled her pants up and fastened them. Chuck did the same.
He followed as she got up and walked quickly out of the room. Chuck took a fast look around. Just as he expected, in the low light he could see that all eyes were on them. As they left, a burst of snickers burst out, followed by a round of applause and whistles. Sue disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Chuck standing in the middle of the dining room. The kids in the dining room missed the action, but they knew that something had gone on by the commotion and applause that followed Sue and Chuck. It didn't take long for everybody to put two and two together.
Soon, everyone was slapping him on the back and congratulating him. At first, Chuck felt embarrassed, but before long, he saw that he was sort of a hero and he began to feel ten feet tall. Someone handed him a beer, someone else gave him a joint, and as he took a sip and a hit, he couldn't keep from breaking out in a wide grin.
Sue emerged from the bathroom and joined the celebration. A bunch of guys rushed her to see if they could get the same favors Chuck had. The last he saw of her, she was being escorted toward the bedrooms by a group of guys.
Chuck was satisfied for the moment with his recent fuck and the effects of the pot and beer. He mingled around, accepting congratulations and chatting with his fans. The new position of stud he had suddenly risen to was great fun, and he played the role with as much style as he could.
It wasn't long before he had overindulged in the beer and grass, and he wound up sitting, too stoned to move, long before the party wound down. He saw the kids in the dim living room striving to match his performance, but none of the girls were as generous with their bodies as Sue had been, and things were pretty calm.
There was a steady stream of guys going back and forth to the bedrooms though, and Chuck couldn't help wondering if Sue was still putting out. He sort of hoped she was, when he considered how great it had felt to feel her pussy sliding along his prick. Everyone should get a chance to have the same experience, he thought.
He fell into a stupor, then he passed out cold. He woke in time to catch the end of the party, though. Most of the kids had left, but there were still a few stragglers here and there. Sue was lying on the couch and looking as though she'd been through a wringer. Brook, one of the few kids with a car, was leaving with some guys and Chuck asked him for a ride home. Brook seemed pleased to give this famous stud a ride.
Before the guys went home, they hit an all-night coffee shop and sat around sipping coffee and teasing the waitresses. What a great life it is, Chuck thought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Chuck left for the party, Sally felt desperately horny. She made a play for the boy, but he hadn't responded, and she knew she would have to be much more aggressive. She spent the evening jerking off, and was determined to wait up for him. This time she wouldn't let him slip out of her grasp so easily.
She lay in bed, reading a book and listening for him to come in. When he wasn't home by one o'clock, she began to get pissed off, and promised herself that she would tell his father to straighten him out when he was back in town, but she knew she would never do anything to get that boy in trouble.
When Chuck got home at three he saw that his mother's bedroom light was still on. Tip-toeing past her room, he peeked in and was frozen still by what he saw. His mother was lying in bed, an opened book was laying on the covers. Sally's eyes were closed and her naked tits were sticking out above the sheet, rising and falling slowly with her shallow breathing.
Chuck had revived from his stupor and it had been hours since he had left a load in Sue's cunt, and he found himself raging with desire. He couldn't take his eyes off his mother's tits. He never saw her sleeping with her tits exposed before and he imagined that it was a trap for him to fall into. But, naturally, that was ridiculous. Why would she want to entice him?
Then, like a bolt from the sky, Chuck remembered how she had acted before he left for the party. He stood there confused about everything except the way his cock was straining to tear his pants open. There was no confusion about what he wanted to do at that moment.
The idea of going into the room and taking a closer look occurred to him, but he knew he would never be satisfied just to look, and the idea of fooling around with his mother's sleeping body was just too weird to contemplate. Still, he was being drawn to those jugs like a magnet.
He finally decided to step into the room. The sweet smell of his mother's perfume immediately hit him and made his lust rise to the point where he knew he would lose control.
He walked slowly to the bed. He looked at her tits and thrilled at the beautiful shape they formed. The nipples were soft and wrinkles, a pink coin on a creamy globe. Moving his gaze to the sleeping woman's face, he watched to make sure she was asleep. Her face was relaxed and expressionless. Chuck almost wished she was awake so he would have to retreat to his own room and forget about the perverted thing he had in mind. But she was sound asleep and he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself.
He kneeled down beside her, filling his nostrils with the heavy odor of the sleeping woman. Chuck moved his face so close to her tits that he could feel their warmth radiating on his face. He was getting to the point where he wouldn't care if she was asleep or awake, as long as he could take her luscious body into his hands.
Lifting one hand and moving it over the closest tit made him shake all over. He was going to lower that hand onto that mound of living softness, and he didn't know what would happen. Forcing himself to keep calm, Chuck lowered his hand until he felt the tip of her nipple touch his palm. He almost expected her eyes to open, so when they didn't, the idea that he was getting away with this trespass made him so eager that he had to restrain himself from jumping on top of her.
As gently as he could, he lowered his hand until it was cupped around that boob. He could tell that her tits were a lot softer than Sue's, but that figures, he thought, and it didn't mean that they were any less exciting. Chuck thought about the time he jerked off in her car, then found her in the bathroom with a clear view of his masturbation. If she woke up now, would she just chalk up this intrusion as another youthful diversion?
His mother's tit was causing Chuck to sweat with the tremendous lust that was rising in him. With care, he let his fingers tighten their hold on that pile of flesh. Her tit was so nice and soft that his fingers virtually sank into the skin.
The more he played with those jugs, the braver he got. She was obviously sleeping soundly, and he thought he could do just about anything he wanted to without waking her. He lifted the globe, pushing it toward her face. He wondered if she could lick her nipple if she wanted to. It looked like she could, and he thought that girls with big tits were lucky to be able to play with themselves like that.
He put his other hand on her other tit and pressed them together. Then he leaned over and licked one nipple, then the other. This was fantastic, he thought, and wondered how far he could go while she slept like that at his disposal. Could he get to the more interesting parts of her body that were under the sheet?
Lifting his hands from her boobs, Chuck thought about the possibility of lifting the sheet. The thought scared him, but also drove him wild with greedy passion. While he thought about it, he decided to let his thrashing prick out. When it was standing out from his fly, the idea that if his mother woke now made him even more excited.
Chuck wrapped one hand around his prick and stuck the other under the covers from the side of the bed. He could feel the warmth of her body under there as he felt around. The wide expanse of her hips could be seen under the blanket, and he could see his hand creeping toward her like a burrowing mole. He was a few inches away from her hip, in line with her crotch. After creeping along a few more inches, he felt the smooth skin of her hip.
Chuck licked his lips, took a few deep breaths and lifted his hand along the curve of her hip and over her lower belly. By the time he felt the patch of hair on her pussy, he was breathing loudly in harsh rasps. Keeping his eyes on his mother's face to watch for any sign that she might be waking up, he felt around on that hairy triangle. Although this was the second twat he had explored that evening, there was something about this cunt that was much more exciting than the last one. Could it be that this was the one he was secretly lusting after since he first knew what a pussy for?
Sally's thighs were just spread enough for him to stick his finger down between them. Chuck had his mouth shut in an effort to breathe quietly in his extreme excitement. He couldn't believe that he actually had his hand on his own mother's pussy. How far could he go?
He had his finger buried deep enough in her curls to feel the valley between the plump halves of her cuntal mound. Moving his finger along that crack was an experience he never thought he would be lucky enough to have.
The farther down he went along that split, the more sparse the hair became and he could feel the soft skin of her slit. He wished he had eyes on his fingertips; he still hadn't had the chance to peer into the mysteries of a pussy. But this would have to do for now. And it was enough.
With great patience, Chuck pushed his finger between those lips and felt around. It wasn't wet like Sue's cunt had been so he couldn't really feel around very much, but the idea that he had his finger in that coveted twat was enough to make his other hand begin to move involuntarily back and forth on his prick.
Chuck figured that he had gone about as far as he dared, and would just have to jerk off and slink back to his own room. Well, it would be the most fantastic masturbation he'd ever experienced. He was careful not to probe too hard in that dry cunt because he knew that she could wake up any second if he wasn't careful.
After two strokes on his cock, Chuck was already feeling his pressure mount. He wiggled the finger in the sleeping pussy, watched the sleeping face, and slowly stroked his shaft when his mother's eyes suddenly popped open.
At first, Chuck couldn't believe what had happened; it was too horrible. Then he jumped up, hoping that it would take her a few seconds to come to her senses and that she hadn't realized that he had had his finger in her snatch. But if that wasn't ridiculous enough, he realized that she was staring right at his naked cock-head sticking out from his fist.
A thousand things went through his mind, but there was nothing he could say that would explain that perversion. Chuck was about to jump out the window and run away forever when Sally thrust her arms out toward him and called his name.
"Oh, Chuck. Chuck," she called in a wanton wail.
In less than a second, Chuck realized that rather than his life being ruined, it was about to blossom. He leaped on top of the woman and brought his mouth down over hers. Her body writhed under the sheet as she realized that she wasn't dreaming. She could feel the energy being released by her son as he ground his hard prick on her belly through the sheet that separated them.
As they twisted and gyrated in each other's arms, they pulled the sheet from between them until Chuck's red-hot cock was burning against Sally's belly. It was a unique experience to feel a kid fully clothed but with his cock sticking out, and she loved it. She loved it even more when she reached down and took his cock into her hand.
Chuck thought he knew what lust was, but now he was finding out that what he'd taken for lust before was mere titillation compared to what he was feeling now with his prick in his mother's fist.
Sally began to grab at Chuck's clothes and soon stripped him. Sally stopped pawing the boy for a few seconds as she marveled at his body. He had everything his father had, but more of it. She stared at his huge and throbbing prick as if it were the work of a master sculptor, then lunged at it.
Chuck was taken by surprise at his mother's sudden attack and he flinched, but when she had her hands around his cock and was lowering her face toward it, he forced his trembling body to be still. It was almost too much to bear, watching that familiar head doing something so totally unfamiliar, and so outrageously spectacular. Chuck fell back against the pillows and his mother's tits spread out over his thighs as she made herself comfortable with her head poised over his dong.
Chuck gasped and shivered as he waited for his prick to feel the wet softness of her mouth, but she wasn't in a hurry now. Holding the tool in both hands, she lovingly stroked and examined it. He even thought she was whispering something to it. Then her head began to descend.
Sally placed a delicate kiss right on the pee-slot, then put a few on the super-sensitive area under the purplish head. Chuck threw his head back in his excitement. If she actually took the rod into her mouth now, he thought he would explode, but she did just that and Chuck managed to keep his head.
With parted lips, Sally stuffed the fat head of her boy's prick into her mouth. She had to open wider than she did when she gave head to her husband, and Tom's prick wasn't small. Chuck's bulbous prick-tip filled her mouth so fully that he felt her tongue and teeth pressed into the tender flesh.
He was just getting used to the exquisite sensation of having his cock held in that hot chamber when his mom began moving her tongue around. The soft, wet muscle slithered around under the cock-head, then slipped over and around it. Sally's head was jerking with the powerful pulses of that prick as she sucked.
She scooped up his big balls in one hand and slipped the other under his ass. When she jostled his balls and tickled his asshole, Chuck knew that he was in the hands of an expert, and it was his very own mother. Somehow that thought had almost as much effect on him as the things she was doing to him.
He looked at the naked body. It was beautiful. Her ass stood proudly like a small mountain and the valley between the hillocks beckoned to him. He could see tit-flesh oozing out from under her chest and he felt it covering his thighs. Her hair was spilled over his hips, but he could see her nose nestling into his pubic hair as she slid his prick down her throat.
A moan slipped from Chuck's mouth as he felt his prick moving through the narrow passage of her throat. It was amazing to think that she was actually swallowing him, but he didn't have time to be amazed in his fit of ecstasy. Her head kept moving down and his cock kept going deeper into her until her face was pressed against his balls and belly. Then Chuck had an ever bigger thrill. Her throat grabbed the head of his prick and wrenched it, tugging and massaging the tingling tool until he was sure he was going to come. He didn't know that she was using the muscles in her throat to swallow the prick, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was feeling things that were so wonderful he could never have dreamed them..
He wanted to come, to fill his mother's body with his boiling juice, but she wouldn't give him quite enough friction to bring him off. She kept him on the razor's edge of ecstasy.
As Chuck trembled with pleasure, Sally slowly lifted her head. He felt his cock slide from her throat, over her tongue and between her lips. She gave him a loud, sucking kiss as the prick popped from her mouth. He saw how his cock glistened with her saliva as his mother fell backwards between his legs. Her tits jiggled as she settled onto the bed, and her pussy gaped up at him. He hadn't touched her cunt since she woke, but it was soaking and swollen.
"Chuck," Sally gasped, "fuck me. Fuck me!"
She held her arms out to him as she had when she first woke up, and Chuck was even quicker to fill her embrace. His prick vibrated as he poked it into the hairy crotch. He landed on her tits and Sally wrapped her arms around the boy's chest and lifted her legs on either side of his hips. Chuck stuck his hand between his crotch and his mother's, clumsily and desperately he plunged his prick into her cunt.
They both inhaled sharply as the prick filled that pit.
"Oh, baby, that is sooo good," Sally wailed. "Yeah. Ummm."
"Mom. Oh, Mom," Chuck kept chanting as he began to move his tool in and out of that tunnel.
Since Sally had already brought him to the point of coming, then kept him there for so long, Chuck seemed to be stuck at the threshold of his orgasm. He felt all the symptoms of being ready to shoot, but his prick kept getting hotter and wilder and his pleasure kept mounting as he slid in and out as fast as he could.
Sally was crying lasciviously and jerking her hips convulsively by the time Chuck's jism began gushing. She felt the first shot of his cream searing the lining of her twat, and that released her own climax. She took the hard, muscular cheeks of his ass in her hands as he sped up his thrusts.
Chuck had never come like that before. His prick kept spewing, and jolts of ecstasy kept raging to his brain. Even when his jism ran out, his cock kept jumping and twitching in the grip of his mom's pussy. They writhed together in a tight embrace of arms and legs for a long time before settling down into an exhausted heap of spent bodies.
Chuck realized that he had been given the thing he longed for more than anything in the world, but what would happen now? Would his mother send him away and never mention this again, now that her passion had been satisfied? Was he still in trouble for sneaking into her room? His fears were dispelled as she whispered hotly into his ear.
"Chuck. Oh Baby, that was wonderful. I loved it so much. Oh, so much."
"So did I, Mom. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
They lay there in the heat of each other's bodies until they fell asleep. The next morning Chuck woke first. He might have thought he had dreamed the whole thing, but there he was in his mother's bed with her naked body curled up next to him. He moved closer to her and pressed his own body to hers and fell asleep again. Later, they woke up together and held each other before either of them spoke.
Finally, Sally said, "It's so wonderful having you here like this, Chuck, but we have to keep it a secret. I don't know what will happen, but we can't let your father find out about this."
Chuck agreed. They were soon in the middle of another fucking session.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chuck existed in the glorious realm of sexual satisfaction since he first fucked his mother. They would fuck two or three times a day when his father was out of town, and about once a day when he was home. The girls his own age around the neighborhood were ignored, as were many of his boy friends.
Although he'd been fucking his brains out, it was still a great treat everytime he got between the sheets with his mother. She kept their fucking exciting by using an ever-changing bag of tricks. Chuck had learned more about sex in those weeks than he ever dreamed there was to know.
After a ball game one afternoon, Chuck went home for a quick fuck before dinner and was disappointed to see another car in the drive. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw that woman his mother had brought home once before.
"You remember Jane, don't you, dear?" his mother said.
He sure did. No kid could forget a body like that. Jane flashed her sexy smile at him, causing his prick stiffen. Chuck sat down at the kitchen table with the two chicks to hide the stirring in his pants and to get an eyeful of Jane.
"Jane just stopped over for a visit," Sally said. "She asked about you."
"How have you been?" Jane asked him.
A few short weeks ago, Chuck would have gotten flustered by having her pay attention to him, and he would have missed the meaning in her smile by gaping helplessly at her bulging tits. But now he understood perfectly what this woman had in mind as she looked deeply into his eyes.
Chuck wouldn't have minded sticking it to her, but he wasn't willing to put himself out. After all, he was getting all he could handle from the woman of his dreams, but, he figured, if the chance came up he would be willing to fuck this chick.
Sally poured another cup of coffee for Jane and herself and took a Coke from the refrigerator for Chuck. They sat around the table and made small talk while they sent messages with their eyes.
Even if Sally hadn't told Jane about her sleeping with her son, Jane would have known it immediately. She remembered how Chuck had blushed and stared at her body when she met him the first time. Now he was obviously a self-assured stud. If there was anything she liked more than an inexperienced, young and eager stud, it was an experienced one. And once she had her sights set on a particular stud, she never gave up until she got what she wanted from him. Chuck was marked for conquest.
As they sat there, the sound of a car coming up the drive diverted their attention from each other.
"It's Tom," Sally said in a surprised tone of voice. She didn't expect him until the next day.
She went out to meet him and to help him with his bags, leaving Jane and Chuck at the table.
"I'm staying with my brother, Bob Clark. Do you know where he lives?" Jane asked him. When he said he knew, she said, "Yeah, well, that's where I'm staying."
She didn't have to repeat herself. Chuck caught on.
"What do you do to kill time during the summer?" she asked.
Chuck told her that he played baseball, and hung around. She asked if he had a girl friend. Chuck could tell by the way she asked that she had an idea that something strange was going on in that house, but he didn't give her any clues. Before he could answer, his mother and father came in.
Tom dropped his suitcase as soon as he saw Jane sitting in his kitchen. Chuck never saw his father look so startled and he began wondering what was going on-it was obvious that something was. He loved being aware of all these intrigues. He'd grown up awfully fast.
"Hello, Jane," Tom sputtered. He looked at his wife, then back at Jane.
Chuck was surprised to see how nervous his father was. A guy his age should be able to keep cool even when faced with a chick like Jane, even if there was something between them, Chuck thought. He saw that Jane was now giving his father that sexy smile that she had been giving him.
"Well, I guess I'll be going," Jane said. "I'm sure you and your husband have things to do."
Jane gave each of them a warm, knowing smile. As Sally walked her to the door, Chuck saw Jane give his mother's hand a quick squeeze. Could there be something between his mother and that chick too? Suddenly, Chuck realized that he still was wet behind the ears as he blushed to think about what his mom and Jane might have been up to before he got home.
"What was she doing over here?" Tom asked Sally.
"Just a visit," Sally said. "Let me help you unpack."
"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Chuck said as his parents headed toward the bedroom.
Tom gave his son some money and told him to get himself a couple of hamburgers when he was planning on getting into bed with his mother. Now his father was going to take his place. Oh well, he was married to her, Chuck figured.
Tom and Sally forgot the luggage as soon as the bedroom door was closed, but Tom had something on his mind beside his wife's body.
"Does she come over often?" he asked Sally.
"Who? Oh, you mean Jane? No, she's only been here a few times. Why?" Sally was enjoying her husband's discomfort. "You seem unusually interested."
"Well, I've heard about her," Tom said thinking about things Jane herself had said. "She has a reputation for being pretty wild."
"I can be pretty wild myself, you know," Sally said.
Tom had noticed Sally was a much more exciting lover lately. He attributed it to his having introduced her to anal sex, but now he wondered.
Sally didn't want to talk about Jane so she went to Tom and put her arms around him. Once he felt her tits press against his chest, he forgot everything but her.
Chuck was on his way to the soda shop when a car pulled up to him. He recognized it right away as the car he'd seen in his driveway, and the disappointment over his mother began to melt away.
"Want a ride?" Jane called from the driver's seat.
Chuck got into the car. Now that his mother was temporarily unavailable, this woman seemed much more exciting. As the car sped away, Chuck let his eyes run over the woman behind the wheel. Jane's figure was pretty spectacular. Her tits almost got in the way of the steering wheel, and as she reached around them, she would bump them with her arms, causing them to quiver.
She was wearing a short skirt, and Chuck liked her shapely legs. His prick was getting harder, and he knew he wanted her. A change would do him good, he thought. Jane looked over at him and caught him licking his lips as he watched her. She let him look without saying a word. If he was as cool as he seemed, she would let him do the seducing.
Chuck expected her to say something, and when she didn't he began to wonder if she wanted to fuck him or not.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I was going to the soda shop."
"Was? You mean you're not now?"
"Well, I, ah, I... " Suddenly Chuck felt like an inexperienced virgin again. He had let his successes go to his head, and now he had to handle a new chick and it wasn't that easy.
Jane looked at him. She had her sly smile on her pretty lips, but she was being coy. Chuck realized that she was leaving it up to him.
"I thought we might have dinner together," he said in his most sophisticated voice.
"Okay, I'd like that. Where shall we go?"
"How about the Burger Haven?" he said.
Jane said that that sounded fine. Chuck was glad to have her company for dinner, but now he would still have to make the big move if he was going to fuck her. At least he would have time to think about how to go about asking her.
They pulled into the burger joint, a drive-in with cute car hops. A girl in a sexy outfit came to take their order. While they waited, Jane asked him again if he had a girl friend. This time no one would interrupt before she got an answer. Chuck didn't know what to say, so he said he did. Jane asked about her.
"Oh, just a girl from school," he said.
Chuck had a feeling that this chick knew about him and his mother, but he didn't think his mom would tell anyone. She told him to keep it a secret. But Chuck suspected that there was a relationship between his mother and this woman that was just as perverted as his. He wished he knew for sure.
When the food came, Chuck was glad he wouldn't have to talk for a while. It wasn't easy keeping up his end of a conversation when he was scared to say he really wanted to fuck her. As he ate, he kept his eyes on Jane's body and he scarcely tasted his food.
They finished eating and left the joint behind with squealing tires. Chuck knew he would have to say something soon, or he would find himself dropped off without getting his prick exercised. Jane was coolly driving back toward the soda shop.
"You know, every time my father gets home from a trip, he and my mother spend the whole evening in their bedroom."
He thought that was a good opening, but Jane only said, "That sort of leaves you out in the cold, doesn't it?"
Chuck thought that sounded as though she was in on his secret, and it didn't get him anywhere with her. Jane was proving herself to be as slick as any of the cock-teasers in his neighborhood, but he was pretty sure she would put out for him if he only made a direct move.
He took a few deep breaths, and planned what he was going to say.
"Will you go to bed with me?" he blurted. Now that he said it, he felt as if a hundred pounds of bricks had been lifted from his chest.
"Sure," was all Jane said.
"Should we get a motel room?"
Chuck couldn't expect her to go the park with him, but fucking in the car would be all right. He didn't have any money for a motel, and he figured that she probably knew that and would offer to pay, but he could be setting himself up for a lot of embarrassment. There was nothing to do but tell her that he was broke. She said she would pay and Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was home free, until she pulled into a motel and pulled a twenty from her purse. Chuck realized that she expected him to go in and get the room.
He took the bill and got out of the car. There was nothing to do but go through with it. He walked into the office and asked the woman behind the desk for a room.
"For how many?" she asked.
"Two," he said. He thought the woman was looking at him strangely, and he tried to think up something to say that would allay her suspicions. "It's for me and my, ah, mother."
"Then you want twin beds?" the lady said.
He knew he'd blown it, but there was no going back now. He took a room with two single beds. When he and Jane went into the room and she saw the two beds, Chuck felt foolish, but Jane came to his rescue.
"A single bed. That will be cozy," she said.
Now that there was nothing left to do but start right in, Chuck's prick was stiff, almost poking out of the top of his pants.
Jane began undressing. Chuck let her go first, so she would think that his cock was hard from the sight of her naked body rather than from the mere thought of fucking her. Chuck was still trying to play it cool.
Jane unleashed her tits for the boy just as she had for his father and mother. Conquering a whole family was one of Jane's specialties. Having gotten used to one pair of tits, his mother's, the sight of Jane's was very exciting. This woman's bigger, bounder boobs made him glad that his father had come home early.
As Jane began pulling her tight skirt down, Chuck began pulling his clothes off, and he felt a wave of pride as he saw how Jane was looking at his monster prick. It always seemed to take women longer to undress than young studs, and Chuck was advancing toward her with his hard prick just as Jane was stepping out of her undies.
The sight of her luscious figure increased the frantic twitching of Chuck's prick, and by the time he pushed it into the warm padding of her belly it was rising and dropping its head several inches with every beat of his heart.
They stood in the middle of the room, Chuck's lean, slim body pressed into the luxuriant softness of Jane's. Her massive tits and belly molded themselves to his shape, and his prick was surrounded by the fatty pillow of her stomach. He reached around her hip, taking a handful of pliant ass-cheek.
"You certainly know how to handle a woman's body," Jane said. "Where did you learn?"
"Around," he said. He wondered if she would be turned on by his admitting his incestuous games with Sally. "These aren't the sort of things you learn at mother's knee." He could tease too.
"Don't be too sure. I'll bet your mother could teach you a lot," Jane said.
Again, Chuck had visions of this woman and his mother locked in a perverted embrace, and he had to admit the thought drove him wild with passion.
Jane decided that they had talked enough for a while, and she covered the boy's mouth with hers. Jane used her tongue differently than his mother, Chuck noticed with delight. She stuck it deep into his mouth and licked with a pointy tongue tip.
Chuck just let his mouth gape so she could reach all around in there.
He lifted a hand to one of the huge tits pressed against his chest and sunk his fingers in the living pillow. Jane responded immediately by grinding her tummy on his prick. Chuck compared his handful of tit with his handful of ass, and couldn't wait to get his face buried in both of those spongy mounds.
He pulled away from Jane's embrace and led her to the bed. They dove under the covers and grabbed at each other again. Chuck turned onto his back and let Jane rest her heavy body on his. The soft heat of her body covered him. A thick thigh laid across his balls and the base of his cock, but the cock-head peeked out, giving Jane something to hold on to.
They kissed until both of them had saliva smeared all over their face. Chuck handled the thigh that was draped over him with light tickles and squeezes, moving ever closer to her crotch from behind. Lying as he was, he was able to put both hands on the wide expanse of Jane's ass. He separated the loose cheeks and snuck a finger into the spread crease, finding and tickling the puckered entrance of her bum. Chuck loved the way her body shook like jello as he tickled.
Jane lifted her thigh from his crotch to his belly. Now his cock was within inches of her hand, and after making sure he could still breathe, she lifted his balls. Her fingertips crept under the sac and tickled the bald area between his balls and asshole.
Now Chuck moved his fingers again. From her asshole, he proceeded to the lips of her gaping cunt. Her pussy was running with hot soup, so Chuck was able to slide his finger in with ease. Jane gasped and her body jerked as she felt his long finger reach up her cuntal sleeve. Chuck was surprised to find her pussy tight and firm as it gripped his finger.
Jane grabbed Chuck's cock and the two of them began fondling and caressing one another. Jane slid her hand to the fat knob on Chuck's cock, gave it a squeeze, then loosened her grip and slipped her hand down the shaft. As she lifted her fist along that pole, she dragged the loose skin up, dropped it, and squeezed the head again. Over and over, her hand repeated that action, each time a little faster and more vigorously, while Chuck stirred his finger around in her cunt.
The slippery juice that oozed from her gash was being smeared all over her crotch, and Chuck could work his hand around the whole area. Jane was shaking her hips madly and wild sounds were emanating from her mouth as it pressed Chuck's, blowing her hot breath down his throat.
Chuck's prick hadn't been handled like that since the last time he jerked off, and his mother had been keeping him so busy lately that he hadn't jerked off in weeks. Now he wanted to shoot an eruption of jism into the air just like old times, but with Jane's hand doing the pumping rather than his own. And kissing her while finger-fucking her pussy was certainly better than looking at a picture of a naked chick.
He had forgotten how powerful an effect a pumping hand could have on his prick, and Jane's hand was well trained in that task. He used everything his mother had taught him while fingering Jane's cunt.
"Jerk me off, Jane. Oh, please, keep going. Come on, come on," he said breathlessly as he began to feel his jism rising through the tubes in his balls.
Chuck attacked Jane's clit so she could join him in climax. They were huffing and puffing into each other's mouths, and they both had sore wrists from their labors, but still, they kept at it. Jane's body began to writhe uncontrollably and she could feel Chuck's prick bucking.
"Yeeeeow," Chuck gasped as a fountain of white cum burst from his prick.
Jane felt the hot drops rain down on her stomach just as she began to come. Her hand kept moving up and down on that spewing rod as she went into a fit of sexual rapture, wailing and thrashing her body around on the bed. Chuck began to jerk his hips. He'd gotten into the habit of fucking, so now when he came his hips pumped automatically.
When they were lying quietly again, Chuck had to marvel at how he'd come full circle, until the best treat he could get was to be jerked off. Fucking was great, but it would never replace the old hand-job, he thought.
With Chuck, Sally, Tom and Jane all fucking each other, things got pretty complicated. They all had a good idea of what was going on, but they resisted talking about it. When Tom was out of town, Chuck was really in demand, and he almost wished he could get some rest when the demand was particularly heavy. When Tom was around, things were a bit calmer. Tom and Chuck would handle the chicks without trouble.
Jane would meet Tom at some motel, leaving Chuck to fuck Sally. Once, Tom took Jane on one of his business trips. For a few days it was just like the days when Chuck had first started sleeping with his mother, and they would fuck several times a day.
By this time, Chuck was having fun by himself, too. Since Jane had jerked him off, he began jerking off alone at least a few times a week. He came home once to find Jane's car in the drive, and when he went into the house the sounds of passion were coming from behind his mother's closed bedroom door. Chuck peeked through the keyhole and saw the two women sucking each other's cunt.
He wasn't surprised by the sight, but he sure was turned on. Right there at the door, he pulled his prick out and flogged it to one of the greatest orgasms of his life. He considered busting in on the lesbian scene, but he didn't want to be the one to wreck the delicate balance between the four of them. Besides, he had a great time peeking through the keyhole. Rather, he waited until Jane left, then went to his mother and sucked the flavor of Jane's cunt from her mouth.
The guys in the soda shop would see Chuck riding around with Jane and they would ask him about her. Most of them still considered a chick like that out of their league. Chuck never let on exactly who she was or what they were up to together, but he loved having the guys so interested. He went with them a few times to gang-bangs, but the girls they fucked couldn't hold a dildo to either his mom or Jane.
Once, when Chuck and Sally were fucking in her bedroom during one of Tom's absences, they heard a noise outside the window. Chuck jumped out of bed and looked out. He saw two kids drop from the roof over the porch, which was just outside the bedroom window, and run away. He thought one looked like Jeff, and he knew his secret was out. He told his mother that there was nothing out there and he jumped back on her.
The next day, in the soda shop, Jeff, Bruce and Carl slipped into the booth where Chuck was sipping a Coke.
"We hear you've got a new girl friend," Jeff said. "Nope, I don't. I've been too busy to mess with girls lately. I've been fucking a few fantastic women."
The guys saw that Chuck wasn't going to try and hide his affairs.
"Yeah, and one of them's your mother," Jeff said. "Don't you know that's perverted?"
"Perverted?" Chuck said. "Who cares? If you had a mother who looked like mine, wouldn't you fuck her if you had the chance?"
The guys had to admit that they would. They asked about Jane.
"Just a friend of my Mom's. When she heard how good I am in bed, she just couldn't resist."
The guys had been all set to make fun of Chuck, but now they sat there in silence, wishing they had his luck. They asked him how it was to have two gorgeous chicks at his disposal, and he tried to tell them, but he knew that it was impossible to describe the glories of his recent life to a bunch of guys who had never been in a similar situation.
Chuck became a legendary hero around the neighborhood. When the guys saw him cruise by with Jane or his mother, they would stop and stare with aching cocks. Chuck would give them a wave and smile. He sincerely hoped they would get a good woman to fuck. He'd been in their horny shoes and he knew that it was a drag.
Once, when Chuck and his mom were heading home after a picnic and fuck in the country, they spotted Tom's car in the opposite lane. Jane was sitting in the front seat beside him.
"There's Dad and Jane," Chuck said. "I thought he was out of town."
"So did I," said Sally. "Let's follow them."
"Do you think Dad's fucking Jane?" he asked.
"Of course he is. And you're fucking her too. Don't you think I know that?"
"Yeah, I figured you know," he said.
Sally turned the car around and sped after Tom and Jane. Chuck could tell by the way she answered his questions and by the look on her face that she was enjoying the complicated game they had all been playing. It seemed that the game was about to end, but a new game, an even better one, might begin, Chuck thought.
Sally didn't try to catch up with her husband, she just followed, and before long she saw the car pull into a motel, just as she'd expected. She pulled into a parking lot before the motel and they watched Tom get a room, then both of them go in. Sally waited a few seconds, then drove into the motel lot, but parked near the side.
"Let's go," she said to Chuck as she slipped out of the car. "This should be fun."
Chuck wondered what she was up to, but he was glad to go along. He followed his mother as she casually wandered behind the long building. There were windows stretching along the back wall, and they walked along until they were at about the middle of the building, where Tom and Jane's room was. It was dusk, and they had the cover of darkness to hide their spying, and the lights were on in one room.
They crept up to the window and peeked in. The room seemed empty. They could see the bed, but there wasn't anyone on it and they were both feeling disappointed. Suddenly, Jane walked into view and Chuck and Sally grabbed each other's hand in excitement. Jane grabbed the front Of her sweater and pulled it up and off. They were soon looking at her prized tits.
Tom came up behind her and grabbed a tit in each hand. Sally had a pang of jealousy go through her. She knew that she would feel that, and that was at least part of the reason they had all maintained the semblance of secrecy. But she was making it with Jane, too, and it was silly to be jealous. The erotic possibilities that came to her mind as she watched her husband massage Jane's tits erased the last trace of jealousy.
Chuck had a hard time imagining his father fucking anyone. He seemed awfully old for that sort of thing to his son, but Chuck knew that his father wasn't that old. He also felt a bit jealous as his woman, Jane, was letting his old man feel her up. But he was getting ideas, too, and he knew there was some heavy fucking coming up.
Jane turned toward Tom and they kissed. Both Chuck and his mother had felt that chick's tits press against them, but they had never seen those jugs oozing out from between Jane and someone else, and the sight was a real kick. They knew there was a lot to be said for voyeurism.
Jane and Tom let go of each other and finished undressing. Chuck saw his father's cock bouncing in front of him. He had never seen his father's prick hard before, and it was a strange experience. At least he had the pleasure of knowing that his own cock was bigger.
Tom and Jane hopped into bed. They threw a sheet over them, but the outline of their bodies could be clearly seen, and as they groped around, the sheet began to lower anyhow. Chuck could see Jane making all her usual moves with his father, and for Sally, who had fucked both of them, it was interesting to see how they handled each other.
After the usual kissing and crotch rubbing, Jane began to lower herself down Tom's body, pulling the sheet down with her. As she uncovered his standing prick, Chuck grabbed his mother's tits as they pressed their noses to the window. Sally put her hand on her son's crotch. They were both being driven wild by the scene they were watching.
Jane put her mouth over Tom's cock and began munching. Chuck could almost feel her mouth on his own prick as the memory of all the blow-jobs she'd given him came flooding in on him. He envied his father at that moment.
"Oh, God, Mom. I'm getting so horny watching. Look how Jane's tits flatten out like that when she leans on them."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But let's watch for a while longer, then we can have some fun with them. Won't they be surprised when we jump in bed with them?"
So that's what Sally had in mind, Chuck thought. He was happy to have a mother who, beside her more obvious attributes, also had a great sense of fun. They kept feeling each other as they watched. Jane was slurping up Tom's cock with her usual enthusiasm. Tom was holding Jane's head and arching his back with pleasure.
Then Chuck saw his father swivel his body around so his face was near Jane's cunt. She spread her legs and Tom stuck his head between them, just as Chuck and Sally had done so often. The voyeurs' mouths were watering, but they couldn't take their eyes from the action on the bed.
"We'll have to wait for a lull in the action to get in. They're not going to stop eating each other to open the door," Sally said.
Tom's head was moving rhythmically at Jane's cunt, as her head bobbed up and down on his prick. The way they were going at it, the peepers at the window knew that it wouldn't be long before they were ready to take a break and would be willing to open the door to see who might be knocking.
"Your old' man can really suck a pussy," Sally sighed to her son as she watched another woman getting the benefits of that talent.
"And Jane can suck a mean cock, too," Chuck gasped as he watched her cheeks puff in and out with her prick-gobbling.
They could hear the muffled sounds of ecstasy right through the closed window. The crotch-eaters were soon in an obvious climactic frenzy, and as soon as they were still, Chuck and Sally ran around the building. They could tell by where the car was parked which was the right room.
They giggled in devilish excitement as Chuck lifted his hand to knock. He rapped the door loudly. When his father's voice called out to ask who it was, Chuck disguised his voice and asked if that was his car parked out there. When his father said it was, Chuck said he'd better come out and see what happened. Sally nodded with pride at her son's cleverness. If there was one way to get a guy's attention, it was through his car.
The door opened and Tom's face appeared. Chuck and Sally got a charge out of seeing Tom's face register shock. While he was still trying to think of something to say, Sally and Chuck pushed past him into the room. Jane was smiling at the scene, and didn't look nearly as surprised as Tom did.
Tom, wrapped in a blanket, stood by the door and watched his wife hop on the bed and give Jane a big kiss. "Hi, sweetie," she said.
Jane gave Sally a hug and kiss. "It's so nice of you to drop in," she said nonchalantly.
Chuck hopped on the bed too and grabbed Jane from the other side. He took one naked tit into his hand and began kissing her neck. It gave him a weird feeling to be horning in on his father like that, but with his mother engineering the whole thing, he felt confident.
"What the fuck!" Tom sputtered.
"What's the matter, honey?" Sally asked him. "You don't mind us joining you, do you?"
Tom waved his hands around as if he was asking a question, but no words came from his open mouth. He just stood there with an amazed expression on his face. He saw what was happening on the bed, but he still couldn't believe it. It wasn't easy to accept having a secret rendezvous crashed by his wife and son, especially when they hopped right in the bed and took over where he'd left off.
Chuck kept nibbling at Jane's neck while Jane leaned over and put a hot kiss on Sally's mouth. Chuck was moving his hands over the heavy globes hanging from Jane's chest, and Jane was showing the effects of that massage. Sally slipped her hand into Jane's crotch and tickled the wet lips of her cunt where her husband's jism was leaking.
If any of them had bothered to look at Tom at that moment, they would have seen the blanket he was wearing rising over his crotch as the action of the bed began to interest him. He walked toward the bed as his disbelief turned to lust. He didn't know if it was stranger to see his wife finger-fucking his girl friend, or his son squeezing her tit, but he could figure all that out later. Right then, he wanted to share in the fun.
Throwing the blanket aside, Tom dived in to the swarm of bodies. He kissed his wife and helped his son massage Jane's tits. Then he began unbuttoning Sally's blouse. Before long, Chuck and Sally were naked too.
Chuck was taking good care of Jane, so Tom concentrated on his wife. Both guys were turned on by seeing the chicks go at it together, so when Sally wrapped her mouth around one of Jane's tits and began sucking while the guys nibbled their way to the girl's cunts, everyone was experiencing some of the most exciting and wildest sex of their lives.
Chuck nestled between Jane's legs and moved his mouth to the hairy pussy but he kept his eyes on his mother as she sucked on Jane's tit. Tom was getting into position to stab his wife's cunt with his tongue, and like his son, he was watching what she was doing to Jane's tit. Tom and Chuck never did all the father-and-son things like play catch; Tom was always too busy, but they were making up for it now by sucking those cunts side by side.
Sally was transferring all the lust that was being sucked into her cunt by her husband to the tit she was washing with her mouth. Jane, with a mouth at her pussy and another on her tit, was already shaking in a fit of passion. Sally grabbed one of her own tits and brushed her fingers over the nipple until it was hard and vibrating.
Tom and Chuck had their faces buried deeply into one of the cunts, but they were able to move their bodies to follow the pussies as Jane maneuvered around in an effort to fill her mouth with one of the hard pricks. She grabbed Tom and pulled herself along his body until her face was nose to nose with his prick, while Chuck crawled along with her without taking his tongue from her cunt.
Tom turned to the side to let her get a good bite on his joint. When Sally saw why Jane had taken her tit from her, she began crawling around until she was staring at her son's dong in the eye. When she opened her mouth and stuffed his cock in, the chain was complete.
As they all got closer and closer to that glorious ecstasy, they were all thinking about the future and all the interesting variations of this orgy that were in store for them.