Incest, in this case, between a mother and son, is the theme of this book. It is a Actional account, but nothing in these pages is beyond reality; it happens every day. No one knows how many mothers are regularly having sex with their offspring, but when one stops to think of the natural desires of a teenage boy without a sexual outlet, and a middle-aged mother who has been widowed in the middle of her sexual career, the numbers are probably quite high.
HER VOYEUR SON is a book for those adults who want to investigate the dark side of incest sex in our society without delving into it firsthand. It is a story that gives insight into our restless, ever-changing society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jan slipped between the sheets while Bill was putting some records on the turntable. She lay on her back and watched him undress. She knew that he had some impressive equipment in his pants by the way his crotch felt as he held her in his arms. She loved having a stranger between her legs, and Bill was a real prize.
He smiled when he saw that she was already in bed. Bill began unbuttoning his shirt as he kept his eyes on her. Jan's tits were only half covered by the sheet, and he could see the swollen tops of her huge jugs. Her nipples were barely hidden.
Just before he slipped his pants off, he grabbed the sheet and gave it a tug. Jan's tits popped into view. She giggled when she saw Bill's eyes open wider. Her nipples were as big as silver dollars and puckered into hard nobs.
He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. His shorts formed a tent with his cock as the pole. The waistband was held away from his stomach by the twitching rod inside. When he removed that last barrier, Jan saw that his prick was just as big and powerful as she imagined.
She held the sheet up as Bill slipped in beside her. He got a whiff of her perfume. Now, mingled with that perfume was the unmistakable odor of hot pussy juice. The smells blended into a sexual musk that would have been irresistible to any man, and it made Bill's cock jerk with even wilder pulses.
They put their arms around each other. Bill felt Jan's tits touch his hard chest. Their lips met and their mouths opened. The first taste of his saliva started Jan's cunt leaking in earnest. His stiff meat touched her belly. The blood surged through his prick, and Jan thrilled to the feeling of it against her.
Jan put her hands on Bill's back and massaged his rippling muscles. She knew it was important for her to apply all her skill to this hulking fellow if she were to get the performance she wanted from him. One hand slid toward his ass, then tickled the vally between them. She could feel his increased passion.
They were both huffing and puffing as they got hotter and more excited. Bill grabbed a handful of Jan's firm ass. He knew he had a fantastic woman, but not he was learning that she was really exceptional. As he fingered the crease of her ass, she squeezed her ass-cheeks together, welcoming his fingers into the warm slot.
Bill began kissing her neck. The skin there was moist and fragrant. He nibbled on her earlobe and breathed hot air into her ear. When he felt her body writhe, he knew he was on the right track. He kissed and licked his way to her shoulder.
Bill felt her tits move away from his chest. Keeping a hand on her ass, he grabbed a tit with the other. His face was descending toward her tits, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.
Her tit was snowy white on her tanned body, and her nipple looked delicious. He moved within licking distance of her pink tit-cap, and tasted it. As soon as his wet tongue wiped over it, he heard Jan moan softly. He hadn't been in bed with such a wanton creature in some time, and he was couting his blessings.
After circling the nipple with the tip of his tongue, he opened his mouth. Her stiff nipple entered his mouth. Jan reacted by arching her back and grinding her pussy against his side. Bill began sucking her nipple, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could and working on it with his tongue.
Jan held his head tightly as she closed her eyes in passionate rapture. She was entering the realm of passion where she spent the best hours of her life. She could feel hot cunt-juice seeping from her twat and wetting the tops of her thighs. Already, the electric current of lust was running from her cunt and tits to her brain. Her hips were beginning to gyrate, as if a cock had already sank in the depths of her cunt.
Bill's fingers were moving along the crack of her ass toward the wet area between her legs. He was purposely staying away from her cunt for a while. He knew that the longer he teased, the more explosive the reaction would be when he finally diddled her soaking lips.
His technique was working so well that Jan was muttering words of encouragement and crazed pleasure. Around and around her snatch his fingers traveled. She lifted one leg high over his hip to give him lots of room to maneuver, and her cunt-lips opened slightly with the leg movement.
Bill finally cupped his hand over the fatty lips of her pussy, and he smiled as he felt her hips come alive with a desperate pumping motion. She was grinding her cunt against his palm with all her might in an effort to stimulate her clit.
With studied nonchalance, Bill touched the gaping opening of her pussy. He heard her cry of pleasure. Then he sank his fingers into the crack of her cunt. She was incredibly wet, and he even thought he could feel the slippery fluid flowing past his fingers as he fingered her pussy-hole. He liked the way her inner lips wiggled under his probing fingers. When he felt her clit, she bucked her body so violently that he thought he'd better stay from the super-sensitive bud.
He kept sucking her stiff nipple as he explored her pussy. He felt his was to the entrance of her cunt with his middle finger and pressed it in. He was thrilled to find her cunt tight as a young virgin's. He knew that when the time came to stick his prick into it, her pussy would grip him tightly and milk his sperm with a firm grip. He massaged the satiny lining of her pussy.
by this time, Jan was wailing. If he kept up his fingering much longer, she was going to come. In another second, she knew that he would.
Bill's head moved away from her tits; he pulled his mouth off her nipple with a sucking noise as he withdrew his finger from her flowing cunt. He kept his hand on her crotch, playing with her outer lips. He was kissing his way down her belly, and Jan knew what that meant. He paused at her belly button and licked it just long enough to tease her some more, but then he was on his way again before she lost any steam.
Jan spread her legs wide. She readied herself for one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. She felt Bill's fingers holding her cunt open as his face neared it. He felt her curly hair tickle his chin; then his lips. The heady odor of hot cunt filled his head and sent a rush of sexual energy through him.
He used the same indirect route to her pussy lips as he used with his fingers. He teased her by kissing the tops of her thighs and running his tongue around her twat before plugging into it. When she was in an absolute frenzy, he held her pussy open u and gave the slot a broad lick with his strong tongue. "A-h-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h-h. Oo-o-o-oh," Jan cried in ecstasy as her cunt received the best lapping ever.
Now the funky flavor of her pussy was filling his mouth, and he was losing control. Every time Bill got into this position, with his tongue in a hot cunt, he went wild with passionate energy. He kept stretching her pussy-lips.
At first, he just covered the slot with licks, but before long he began licking more selectively. He traced the wiggling inner lips, and made figure-eights over her quivering clit. Then he made increasingly deep forays up the tube where the flavor of cunt was strongest. He had to hold her tightly to keep the mask of pussy on his face because Jan was jerking and buching like a horse with a burr up its ass.
Bill put his hands under her thighs and spread her legs even wider, spreading the cheeks of her ass and exposing her tight hole. Now that it was available, he made little side-trips with his tongue to her asshole. When Jan felt the worming tongue on her asshole, her body grew even more wild. She had always loved having her asshole played with, but it was a rare man who would tongue her tight ring.
Bill saw her face. He had never seen such a desperate expression of lust on a woman before, and he knew that he was in for a great fuck. He had been concentrating on her sounds of passion and was aware of a steadily increasing volume and higher pitch. There was no doubt that this lusty bitch was about to come. And when she did, he was going to give her a dynamite climax.
"OWWWWWWWWWW!" Jan wailed as her body short-circuited in paroxysms of ecstasy.
Bill put his tongue tip on her clit and drilled it with all his might. Jan's convulsing body seemed to rise off the bed. She was buzzing with pleasure as she shook and quivered. Her head and arms flailed as BiH kept her from falling off the bed.
Her orgasm lasted quite a while, but she finally settled down in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Bill licked the outer regions of her twat for a while before climbing up her body and lying on top of her.
As soon as Jan felt his prick-head bouncing between her slippery thighs, she seemed to come to life again. Bill covered her face with kisses as he maneuvered his cock toward her gash. Jan grabbed his cock. She felt the powerful beats of his pulsating cock.
Bill lowered his hips and his cock entered her tight cunt. It was even tighter than he'd imagined as her pussy stretched over his cock like a sock. When he was sunk into her up to the hair line, he let his joint bathe in her pussy without pumping for a few seconds to appreciate the exquisite feeling.
Jan was making animal sounds in her throat again as Bill began stirring his prick around in small circles. Slowly, he began to move his hips, causing his cock to slip in and out of her slick cunt. He could feel the walls of her pussy holding on to him as he withdrew, then resist him as he drove his bone back in. Each stroke filled his body with waves of pure passion.
Jan sounded as if she were on her way to another climax, and it excited Bill to think that if he handled it right, they could have a mutual climax. He listened to Jan's moans. He gave her more clitoral stimulation with his pistoning cock. He immediately felt her increased passion.
Bill began to be consumed by lust, and the woman beneath him seemed to be at the same high level of pleasure. Their stomachs slapped together noisily as Bill pulled out all the stops-and let her pussy have the full force of his plunging energy. She sensed that he was on the verge of exploding, and she gripped him with her contracting snatch.
They both grunted and moaned as they came.
Bill's prick jerked wildly in the tight confines of Jan's cunt, and her cunt spasmed and snapped on his cock. Bullets of white cream shot from the tip of his prick and seared the lining of her pussy. Through the befuddled rapture of her mind, Jan could feel the heat of his gism.
They stabbed and groped at each other until every drop of cream had been wrung from Bill's tool and every contraction of Jan's cunt had been spent. They lay together in a dazed heap of sweaty flesh. It took a while to recover after a fuck like that.
"The first time I saw you in that joint, I knew you'd be terrific," Bill said.
"I felt the same thing. And if you hadn't talked to me, I would have started a conversation with you."
"Oh yeah? What does a woman say to a strange man in a bar?"
"In your case, I just would have asked for a fuck," Jan said.
They laughed, then continued talking about how they'd met, and how much fun they'd had. Jan would have loved to stay with Bill all night and have a few more orgasms together, but she couldn't.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked as she climbed out of bed.
"I can't stay, Bill, even though I'd love to," she said. "I have a sitter at home with my son."
Bill watched her dress as he lay in bed smoking a cigarette. Every time she covered up a part of her body, Bill's heart sank. He hated to see her go before he had spent all his energy. Bill was several years younger than Jan, but he didn't know that. She still had the body of a younger woman, and at thirty-five she could still out fuck any guy, no matter what age.
Bill gave Jan his phone number and asked for hers too, but she said she would call him. She didn't like to have guys calling her at home. Since she was widowed a few years back, she felt that she would have to be discreet with boy friends as long as her boy, Ron, was home with her.
She left Bill's apartment with the same old feeling that she'd grown accustomed to after fucking strangers she'd met in bars. Her cunt was pretty well taken care of, but there was still a hollow feeling. How long would it take to forget Matt? When he died, she didn't think she would ever find another guy like him, and she hadn't. She'd almost given up trying.
Jan got into her car. Now, as she drove, she thought about her son.
Ron, her son, was becoming the spitting image of his father. He had just turned fifteen. His body was as big and strong as his father's, and Jan knew that he longed for the same pleasures that she had shared with Matt.
In fact, sometimes she couldn't keep from imagining her boy taking his father's place in her bed, but when that happened, she would force herself to think of something else. It was just too agonizing to have a carbon copy of her dead husband.
Jan drove the sitter home, then returned to the house. She hated to leave the boy home for even those few minutes, even though in another year she would have to leave him alone whenever she went out. He had already rebelled against having a sitter stay with him, and they compromised by agreeing that after his sixteenth birthday there would be no more sitter.
CHAPTER TWO
Ron heard his mother come into the house and go into the bathroom, then he heard her leave with Polly, the babysitter. Now he was alone in the house and it felt good. His mother would be home in a few minutes, he knew, and he would hear her getting ready for bed. It always made Ron horny to listen to his mother opening and closing drawers, and going into the bathroom.
He knew, from his explorations, where she kept all her clothes, and when he listened to her undress, he could picture her taking off her clothes and putting on that long, silky nightgown that he had tried on himself a few times. Sometimes he would grab his cock under the covers, and slowly pump it until he shot his huge load into his palm, all the while imagining that he was holding her magnificent tits and poking his prick into her furry muff.
As he lay there waiting for her to come back, his prick grew hard and long. Suddenly, his mind raced to think of something before she got back.
He jumped out of bed, and with his stiff prick bobbing in front of him, he went into the hallway. His mother's room was across the hall from his, next to the bathroom. If he left his door slightly opened, he could see her go from her room to the bathroom.
Ron experimented with peeping through the gap of his slightly-ajar door. He could see into the bathroom a bit, but she always closed the door. Then he realized that there was the roof of the porch outside both his mother's room and the bathroom. He could climb out onto that roof, and be able to peek into his mother's room and the bathroom too. His heart pounded as he realized that he had a chance to do something really exciting.
He went into the bathroom and opened the window. His mother would be home any second, so he would have to work fast. He put on his jeans and a jersey. His prick-head bulged like it was about to burst.
He hopped into bed in his clothes, and waited for his Mom to come back. He didn't have to wait long. He heard her drive up, come into the house and up the stairs. His mother opened his door and looked in. Then the door closed and it was time for action.
He went to the door of his room and listened. He heard the familiar sounds of his mother in her room. He opened the door and slipped out. He tip-toed into the bathroom. He climbed out the window carefully. Every move he made, made some noise, and he was worried that he would be found out. When he was on the roof of the porch, he peered into his mother's bedroom. It took a second or two to focus his eyes, but when he did, he found that he had a perfect view, and there was his mother, bending over an opened drawer. She still had her clothes on. He looked at his mother's face, and realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Her long blonde hair looked like spun gold. She looked like a movie star.
Jan pulled a folded garment from the drawer and held it up. It was a white, sheer nightgown. She laid it on her bed and reached for the top buttons of her blouse.
Ron held his breath. Jan began unbuttoning and her tits came into view. He saw the smooth valley between her tits. When the blouse was unbuttoned, she pulled it out of her slacks and off her shoulders. Her tits were suddenly in plain view, and Ron couldn't believe that he was actually seeing them.
He stared at the twin globes as they stood out toward him. They were very firm-looking. The nipples were soft and huge. Ron imagined how those tits would feel if he could press his face to them. He knew that his mother went out with guys once in a while, and he suspected that she let them play with her tits, but it seemed too good to be true that anyone actually got to play with those prizes.
Jan unfastened her belt. She pulled down her pants. When she stood up, she was dressed only in her bikini panties, and Ron stared at the dark triangle that could be seen through the thin material of her undies.
Jan turned her back on her son and walked to the closest. As she hung her pants up, Ron feasted his eyes on her ass. The crack could also be seen through the garment, and Ron was gasping with passion. His prick was throbbing painfully in his jeans as he clutched the window sill. His mother turned towards him again and picked up the blouse that she had laid on the bed. Her tits moved with a weighty sway, and Ron's tongue hung out with hunger for those luscious boobs.
After Jan hung up her blouse, she took her robe from the closet and put it on. She was going to the bathroom, Ron knew, and he was at that other window before she even got there. He saw her come through the door and close it behind her.
Jan took off her robe and displayed her body to her son again. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and Ron had a double view of her. As she put on her shower cap, and took a few bottles out of the medicine chest and -lined them up on the rim of the tub, she gave her son some interesting shot of her body. When she bent over to turn on the water in the tub, Ron could see her hairy cunt. The sight almost knocked the wind out of him.
While the water was still flowing, Jan stepped into the tub. When she sat down, Ron lost his view of her cunt. He was very disappointed, but he could still see her tits, and that was pretty spectacular. Jan leaned back in the tub.
Her knees appeared over the rim of the tub. Her thighs were spread and she seemed to be looking down at her pussy. Ron saw his mother's hands near her cunt. He was going wild out there.
It seemed to Ron that the expression on his mom's face was showing too much pleasure to be accounted for by bathing. But what could ... The thought hit him like a hammer, and he couldn't believe it. But then he saw her right arm begin to move in a rhythmic, back and forth motion. She was jerking off right in front of him!
Ron pulled down his fly and fished his cock out. He could hardly breathe. Who would have thought that this woman spent her nights doing exactly the thing that he did so often in his bed while dreaming of the cute girls with big tits in the neighborhood? And who would have thought that he would ever get a chance to watcher her at it?
Her arm was moving faster, and now her body was moving too. Ron would have given anything if he could have looked into the tub and watched her finger-fuck.
His fist wrapped around his prick and immediately sent a shudder of passion through him. He'd jerked off thousands of times, but this was going to be different. He had heard from older guys that chicks could come just like a guy, and now Ron was going to find out. He knew that when he jerked off, the pleasure would mount until he was in ecstasy and the gism spurted from his prick. If someone were watching him, they wouldn't have any trouble recognizing the moment of climax, even if they couldn't see his cock.
He watched for signs that his mother was coming. He slipped the loose skin over his cock, back and forth as usual, but this time he went slowly so he could come at the same moment as his mother. He was so excited that he was well on his way to the point of shooting a lot sooner than normally, and he had to let go of his twitching prick to prevent himself from coming while his mom was still on her way.
It wasn't easy to stop pumping while he was in such a state of aggravated lust, and he could feel the gism boiling inside his balls like a pressure cooker. He knew that when he grabbed his dong again he could make it overflow with one or two good jerks and it would be a great orgasm. But he was going to wait for his mother.
Jan was showing signs of coming now. Her arm was pumping like it did when she washed the windows, and her face was radiant with pleasure and her features were distorted. He could hear water splashing around in the tub and her knees were shaking.
Ron gripped the windowsill to keep his hands off his prick which was now bucking convulsively. A glistening drop of cream stood at the end of it as he continued to deny himself release.
Ron trembled with stopped-up ecstasy and his body tensed, but he refused to touch his cock even though he was afraid he might come anyhow, and that it would be a bad orgasm.
He stared with amazement as his mother. Her arm was moving even faster. If only he could be rubbing her cunt, he thought. A sound came to Ron's ears, and at first he didn't know what it was. It sounded like someone was in agony and he was afraid that he was going to get caught out there if his mother heard it too. Then he realized that it was her.
Somehow, the fact that she was making that sound was the most exciting thing about the whole wild experience. He wished he could feel what she must have been feeling at that moment.
Ron saw his mother turn into a wild bitch in heat. She was having an orgasm that he could only dream about. He grabbed his cock and pumped it.
His brain seemed to explode, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he wouldn't miss a second of the spectacular display in the bathtub. Jan was rubbing her cunt and shaking in a fit of passion, and the boy was equally crazed. His sperm flew from his prick and hit the side of the house with a splat.
Both of them were hitting the heights of lust, but Ron had the advantage of an unforgettable visual turn-on. As his mother came to a stop in the tub, he eased up on his stroking. His cock stayed hard though as he watched her pick up a bar of soap and lather her tits.
Jan stood up with a body covered with suds. She turned on the shower and rinsed off. Her son was pumping his prick again as the lather ran down her skin, revealing her body to him again. His gism merely drooled the second time, but considering that it had only been a few minutes since his most powerful climax it still felt pretty good.
Jan put her robe on and went into the bedroom. Then he watched until she changed into her nightgown and got into bed.
When the light finally went out, Ron sighed and thought about what he had seen. It had been the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, no doubt about that, but he needed more. After all, he couldn't spend every evening of his life out there on the roof.
His prick ached from being stretched and flogged so violently, and it was still stiff with the memory of the sights he'd witnessed. Even though he'd only been an observer and was still a virgin, his mind had been expanded and enlightened on the subject of female anatomy and self-abuse.
It was a beautiful night, and Ron could see several lighted windows from where he sat. He surveyed them to see if anyone could be seen undressing or cavorting without clothes on. Every window seemed to be blocked by a shade, and he could only imagine what was going on in his neighbors' homes.
He wondered if there might be some lonely chick who was as horny as he. It seemed that there must be a girl somewhere who would welcome him into her bed; but who and where was she? Out there in the dark, Ron felt as if he would never fuck a girl.
Suddenly, he wanted to go down to where his mother's car was parked. Ron held on to the edge of the roof, then he dropped to the ground and landed on his ass. He got up and went over to the Jag.
As he walked around the sleek machine, he thought that it looked a little like a prick, and he imagined it speeding up a pussy. His cock was hard, and suddenly he wanted to whack off again. He opened his pants, pulled them down and slid into the car. The leather seat felt great on his bare ass, and he thought of his mother's ass resting on that seat.
His prick hurt slightly when he wrapped his hand around it, but he began sliding the loose skin up and down anyhow. With the image of his mother sitting in that tub jerking off, it wasn't hard for him to work himself up into a frenzy. His balls were resting on the soft, brown leather, and with every stroke of his hand they lifted and bounced.
With his thoughts full of pictures of his naked mother, Ron felt his passion overflow again. When he came down from that last orgasm, his hand was wet with thick cream. He was surprised that he had spilled as much of the stuff after all the shooting he'd done that evening.
He sat in the car with his cock in his hand for a long time. When he finally climbed out, he was stiff and very tired. It had been a long, hard night and his bed would feel so good.
CHAPTER THREE
Jan thought it was strange that Ron didn't come down for breakfast, but she didn't mind. After last night, she was feeling beat, and a little glum. As she thought about how she'd masturbated in the tub after the great fucking she'd had, she had to admit that there was something missing in her sex life.
She was already running late, and she would have to take her coffee and toast with her to eat in the car if she was going to make it to work on time. She was dripping jelly all over her lap and hands.
Suddenly, as she scooped up a glob of jelly from the heel of her hand, she had the distinct taste of gism in her mouth. The taste made her horny, and since there wasn't anything she could do about it at that moment, it only made her more aggravated.
by the time she got to the office where she worked, she was a real grouch. Charley was on the elevator with her, and he was his usual self. Charley was the clown of the office, and he was a great stud too. He had a way of making a chick laugh until she was ready to reward him with a fuck.
"Hlya, baby," he said to her. "Why so down in the mouth?"
"Oh, I don't know. One of those days, I guess," Jan sighed.
Suddenly, Charley hit the emergency stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt.
"I'm hijacking this elevator to Cuba," Charley said. "The only way you can save yourself from a life in the sugar groves is to promise to meet me in the storeroom at lunch time and let me eat you."
Jan had spent several lunch hours with Charley's head between her legs, and she always enjoyed it.
She couldn't help smiling.
"Well, at least I got a smile out of you. I think I'll let this airplane land at the art department. After all, I can't even speak Spanish."
Jan and Charley both worked in the art department of the advertising company. She liked her job, and it paid well.
As Jan sat at her drawing table, she fidgeted. She wasn't able to get to work on the ad for the beer contract. Finally, she gave up and began doodling. She watched the lines she scribbled as if someone else were handling the pencil. When the lines came together and formed a stiff prick, she wasn't surprised. A little man appeared on the paper at the base of the gigantic cock, and at the other end of the cartoon cock, a sexy chick knelt with her mouth about to devour his prick. Jan ripped the. sheet into shreds before anyone saw it.
There wasn't much point in trying to work now. She was too restless, and Charley's suggestion about lunch was on her mind. To kill some time, she went down to see her friend Kate, in accounting. Kate was always willing to take an early coffee break. The two of them sneaked down to the coffee shop.
"Charley wants to fuck in the storeroom again, and I can't think of anything else," Jan said.
"That's understandable," Kate replied.
Kate was a tiny chick with a slinky body and a dark tan. Jan knew that she was a wild woman when it came to sex, too. They were good friends and they often went out man-hunting together. They made a dynamite pair.
Kate looked at Jan. "What's the matter, honey?"
Jan squirmed in her seat. "I don't know what it is, but I feel horny all the time and nothing seems to satisfy me."
Kate didn't know what to say. She knew that her friend was good-looking enough to attract any guy she wanted, and if that didn't satisfy her, she didn't know what would. Finally, Kate suggested that they go out on the town together that night and take on all comers. She guaranteed Jan that she would find satisfaction that night.
"Okay, it's a deal," Jan said. "But if it doesn't work, I'll have to do something drastic."
The two women went back to their offices, but Jan still was too restless to get to work. She looked at the clock and saw that there were still two hours before lunch, but she didn't think she could wait.
Jan walked by Charley's office a few times, but he was sitting at his desk with his back to her.
Although her cunt was crying out for his tongue, she didn't want to go to him now and suggest that they take a coffee break.
Jan had to get back to her drawing table before Mr. Arnold, her boss, got pissed at her for not doing any work. She sat there drawing the ad, but her heart wasn't in it. She was thinking of Matt, and she pictured his tall, handsome body and his hard cock. Then a strange thing happened. Ron replaced his father in her mind's eye, but she didn't even notice the change until she was in the middle of an imaginary fuck. When she realized that she had made that switch, she just kept up the day-dream, and with renewed lust.
Her fantasies made the time pass so quickly that when lunch time rolled around, she didn't even know it. Suddenly, she felt two hands reach around her and cup her firm tits tightly.
"Guess who?"
Jan looked over her shoulder and saw Charley grinning at her. He was squeezing her jugs tighter and pressing his hard cock against her ass. Jan's imaginary fucking had gotten her cunt humming with need, and she was more than ready to feel his powerful tongue in her pussy.
She slipped off her stool, and they headed for the storeroom. They hurried on their way so they could get there before anyone else claimed it. It was a popular fucking place, and the demand was heavy. When they got there, it was empty and they shoved a desk against the door to keep out anyone with similar plans.
Charley sat down on one of the spare office chairs and spun himself around a few times.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the famous storeroom burlesque and cat-house," Charley said in a funny imitation of a pitchman's bark. "Okay, Betty Boop, do your stuff."
Jan didn't mind Charley's wry sense of humor. She could change him form a funny man to a drooling adolescent at the drop of a skirt, and it was nice to have a guy who could cheer her up when she felt low.
Charley liked to sit back while Jan did a striptease, and she enjoyed it too. She got into the spirit of the game while Charley sat there making funny faces and jerking-off motions.
She walked back and forth a few times, sticking her tits out and shaking her ass. Then she began to slowly unbutton the garment that held her tits captive. Charley was already beginning to get serious. He would soon be drooling like a sex fiend. Jan finished unbuttoning her blouse, but held it closed for a while as she danced around, making her tits shake in the tight garment. Then she pulled the blouse away from her bouncing tits, giving Charley a spectacular view. Her tits shimmered with the wanton movements of her body.
She slipped the blouse off her long arms and flung it into Charley's face. He breathed her fragrance from the garment while his eyes followed her wildly-shaking tits. She was putting on a good show, and her big tits were doing things that Charley had never seen before, even at a real burlesque.
Jan twisted her body, sending her jugs in the opposite direction. She held her tits high, as if offering them to Charley. She walked toward him with her tits in her hands like a slave girl making a humble offering to her captor. Charley reached out, but before he could touch her, she let go of her tits and began shaking them with all her might. She retreated from him in that crazy dance.
Jan grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it suddenly. She was wearing pantyhose over her undies, so there wasn't much of a view. She didn't like pantyhose as much as the old fashioned type, because it was impossible to slip her finger up her twat if she wanted to have a little fun. Now she pulled the thing off so it wouldn't be in the way of her act. She threw it into Charley's face just like the blouse.
The pantyhose had a flavor of its own. The nylon reeked with the odor of her leaking cunt.
Jan sat down on a stool with her skirt around her thighs. She lifted a knee and kissed the inside of her thigh. Charley could see the beige nylon of her panties covering the treasure of her cunt.
Jan spread her legs farther and ran her hands over the smooth skin near her pussy. Her skirt was around her waist, giving Charley such a good view of her crotch that he could see a wet stain on the nylon. His mouth was watering as he thought about the lunch waiting for him in there, but he didn't get up and go to her like he wanted.
Moving to a nearby desk top, Jan rec-lined with her ass facing Charley. She rubbed her soaking crotch and let her face show how good it felt. Then she stuck her finger in the crotch of the panties and moved the wet material away from her pussy.
Charley was twitching in the chair and Jan could see the hard lump under the material of his pants.
"Help me take my panties off," Jan moaned in a desperate voice.
She was feeling particularly randy and restless, and she was making up new rules to the game. Charley rushed toward her and reached for her undies. Jan slapped his hand.
"Use your teeth," she hissed.
Charley paused for a second, then slipped his head between her thighs. The smell of a hot pussy filled his nostrils as he moved his face to the steaming junction of her legs. He bared his teeth and bit down on the soaking nylon. Coarse hairs stuck in his teeth as he got a good grip on the wet crotch of her pants.
The smell of pussy drove him wild. He tugged on the skimpy garment and it began to come away from her swampy cunt. Jan helped him remove the undies by pushing them down the wide flare of her hips. Charley kept pulling the undies until it slipped off Jan's feet. He looked up at her with the tiny bit of nylon in his teeth.
Jan left her skirt around her waist, and made herself comfortable on the desk. He dropped the panties from his mouth as he began crawling on the desk in the direction of her cunt. He began kissing her thigh, then kept going until he came to the wet tangle of hair that covered her cunt.
He wiggled his tongue into the slot just below the entrance to her tunnel. He didn't waste any time pushing his tongue right into her wet pussy. He felt Jan push her cunt down to meet him, and he fluttered his tongue-tip as high up in there as he could reach. Jan's body began shaking as he started the waves of pleasure rolling through her.
While he took care of her twat, she grabbed her tits and moved them in great, lazy circles. Charley was covering every inch of her pussy with his tongue, and Jan brushed her fingers over her nipples until they were hard. She loved playing with her own nipples while her cunt was being sucked.
Charley had her in a semi-dazed condition already, so her tit manipulation was of secondary importance, but she lifted one of her tits and sucked the nipple.
Charley used his tongue in a leisurely manner at first, but they both knew that as Jan warmed up, Charley would be infected by her excitement and increase his licking until he was frantic.
He pursed his lips and gently surrounded the loose cunt-flesh around her clit. He slurped her clit into his mouth. That had a profound effect on Jan, and she emitted soft cries. Her hips were moving faster now, and Charley had to hang on to keep his mouth on her clit.
They had a whole hour, so Charley let the hard love-bud slip from his lips. He began covering the inner lips with little swipes of his talented tongue. He licked and lapped and sucked until Jan was moaning fairly loud, and his face was covered with the clear liquid that was oozing from her gaping hole.
by now, Charley could tell, to the second, when Jan was going to come and he knew that she liked him to suck her clit gently as she came. As her body thrashed around and she gobbled her own tit, Charley took the quivering bud into position.
"Oh, Charley, I'm coming," Jan gasped around the nipple that was stuffed into her mouth. "Oh-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h."
Her words encouraged Charley, and his tongue fluttered on the swollen kernel. Charley held on to her hips and kept his face buried between those pudgy lips.
He eased up as Jan's body slowed down.
When he raised up, Jan saw her cunt-juice smeared all over Charley's face, and the sight made her feel content for the moment.
"Oh, that was so nice, Charley, Baby. So-o-o nice."
It was a rare treat to see such a sexy chick lying there like that, with a calm expression on her face and her cunt a soaking pit of satisfaction. Charley's prick began to hurt in the confines of his pants, and he began to remove the barrier.
Jan looked at his prick when she heard his belt-buckle hit the floor, and the second part of the game was about to begin. Charley liked to stand up to get his cock sucked, and Jan thought that was exciting. One look at his prick made her mouth water.
He had a very thick cock, and the head was truly a marvel. When she had it in her mouth, its jerking made her whole head move up and down. Jan loved the way she had to open as wide as she could to get all his cock in. She sank to her knees.
Charley's shirt tails hung down on either side of his prick like a curtain. His mighty balls hung low beneath his twitching prick. Even his pubic hair looked formidable as Jan faced the purplish head. When she took the shaft into her hand, it gave a jump, but she held on tight. With her other hand, she scooped up his heavy balls and jostled them carefully in her palm.
Charley looked down at her and saw that dreamy expression she always expressed before taking his cock into her mouth. It was as if she were hypnotized by the steady buckings of his cock. When he felt her lips brush the taut skin of the head, his muscles stiffened.
Jan moved her face over the spongy knob at the tip of that big rod. She brushed it over her lips and cheeks before sticking out her tongue and licking it. She used her tongue to full advantage. She ran it along the underside of the root from his balls to the pee-slot. Then she tongued around the high ridge that collared the head.
Her tongue-work was making his prick jump around furiously, and she was having a ball. But when she lifted his balls and fluttered her tongue against them, and heard Charley gasp, she almost giggled with delight.
Now it was time to take his cock into the heat of her mouth. Her lips kissed the tip, then expanded and began to move over his thick prick.
Charley's eyes closed as he concentrated on the exquisite feeling of having his prick bathed in Jan's mouth. There was no other feeling in the world like this, he knew, as he felt her soft tongue on the underside of his cock-head.
Jan held his prick still in her mouth while her tongue traveled around the fat head. Her jaw began to ache, but she ignored it. She moved one hand, around his hip and ran her fingertips over the rim of his crack. Her other hand still held his balls. Charley was standing as still as he could; his legs slightly spread and his hands resting on her head.
Jan began to move her head back and forth, sliding his prick in and out. Charley moved his hips, and his cock was treated to the feeling of her wonderful tongue sliding beneath it. With every stroke, she took him a little farther into her throat. His prick knob began to slide down her throat.
Charley felt his glans enter the tight grip of her throat. Still, his cock was going down farther and farther. It seemed that every time this chick gave him head, she was able to take him deeper into her throat.
She was already getting him down far enough to give him a tremendous thrill by swallowing. The muscles in her throat would grab him and yank his cock-head with a strong pull. It was the greatest feeling he'd ever experienced. And with his cock being swallowed farther each time, the sensation was more thrilling.
As Jan gave him her best, his legs began to wobble. Her throat would give him a yank, then she would slide his cock-head out until she could tickle it with the tip of her tongue. The process was repeated over and over while his cock thrashed and twitched with all its might.
Jan knew that Charley was going to come soon if she kept up that cock-swallowing, and she was in no hurry. She let his prickhead lie on her tongue for a while and gave it gentle licks. It drove her wild to feel the powerful surges of hot blood rush through his cock.
When her instincts told her that the time had come, she began taking his cock deep into her throat again. Charley's gism was boiling and was about to flow. He was swaying back and forth and trembling, and desperate grunts were issuing from his mouth.
Jan dug her fingers into the tight crack of his ass. In his ecstasy, his muscles were too tight to allow her finger into the hole, but she knew he liked feeling it there anyhow.
She grabbed his balls tighter as she felt his prick jerk with orgasmic spasms. Her head was moving fast, as were Charley's hips. He was fucking her face with everything he had, and she was making it the fuck of a lifetime. She felt the first wad of gism shoot through his rod. The only thing she had to worry about now was choking on his copious flow and spoiling the blow-job.
His cream was filling her mouth and drooling from her lips onto her chin, but still she took his thrusts deep in her throat. Her throat muscles were working overtime as they had the double job of caressing his cock-head and swallowing his spewings. She was doing a masterful job, and' Charley had to lean on her shoulders to keep from falling over.
"I-I'm c-c-coming! Arragh-h-h-h!" Charley cried.
That wasn't exactly news to Jan who was drinking at the fountain of his ecstasy. When the last glob of thick syrup oozed from his prick and was swallowed, she began sucking his prick clean. He was weak and his legs could barely support him after that crashing climax, but he wanted to keep his prick in her mouth for as long as he could, so he forced himself to stand there while Jan finished the job by leaving him as clean as she'd found him.
When she finally let his shriveling prick fall from her mouth, they lay down together and rested. When Charley held up his shaking arm to look at his watch, they saw that lunch was almost over. He wanted to stay there until the very last second, but Jan wanted to run down to the coffee shop to get a sandwich to take back to her office. After all, she couldn't live by gism alone.
The rest of the day went as slowly as the morning had. Now she was preoccupied thinking about the evening ahead. She and Kate had had some great times, and she knew that this would have to be pretty good if it were to get her out of her horny slump.
CHAPTER FOUR
That evening at dinner, she watched her son and wondered if she could hope to meet a guy that good-looking and sexy. She had high hopes, but she had almost given up on the idea of finding a guy who could meet her high expectations.
Somehow, Ron looked even better to her today than he ever had before. She told Ron that she was going out and that Polly would be coming over to stay with him.
After dinner, Jan began getting ready. She took another bath and perfumed her body. She knew that dressing right was a very important part in attracting a man, and she had the wardrobe for it. Matt had enjoyed some kinky clothing so she had assumed other men did too.
Jan poured through her underwear drawer. She would lift a garment out, hold it up and look at it for a while, trying to decide if it was sufficiently sexy. If something looked promising, she would hold it up to her body and look in the mirror. When she found a pair of undies that seemed right, she stepped into them.
With a tiny pair of black bikini panties pulled tightly against her crotch, she sized up the effect in the mirror.
Turning her back and looking over her shoulder, she saw that her ass was shown off to perfection. The crack just barely peeked out over the elastic top. The nylon took the curves of her round and full cheeks, and the fabric was stretched taut over her ass-crack. Jan gave her ass a shake and saw that the undies didn't inhibit the natural quiver of her fleshy cheeks.
That took care of the first garment. Now the problem was whether to wear a bra or not. She certainly didn't need one, but some guys liked to see tit-meat pushed up until it was overflowing a low neckline, and that effect was best achieved with a bra. On the other hand, a lot of men liked tits that wobbled and shook, and that meant no bra.
Jan had a soft bra that might give her the right compromise and she strapped it on. The cups were much smaller than her tits so that the globes oozed up over the top. But, finally, she decided that the thing was too tight, and tonight she was going to be loose.
The only thing left was to pick out a dress. She flipped through her collection of slinky, minidresses. An electric blue one caught her eye. She hadn't worn it in a while and she knew it looked sensational on her. She took it out and tried it on. The cool material felt great on her warm skin. Her nipples immediately became erect as the smooth fabric slid over them.
The dress fit her tits just right, and did what she hoped a bra might. Her tits were pushed up. Jan turned her back on the mirror again and leaned forward. The short skirt was pulled up over her ass, exposing her black nylon-encased ass.
"Sensational," she whispered.
She was feeling better already. It was still early so she called Kate and told her that she would pick her up early and they could go for a ride.
Polly, the sitter, showed up, and Jan was ready to go. Ron was in the living room, watching TV, and he pretended not to notice that his mother was dressed differently than usual, but she saw him take long, hungry looks at her from the corner of his eye. She felt a little strange walking around in front of her horny boy looking like that, but she was proud that he was looking at her with that look in his eyes.
"You look terrific, Jan," Polly said.
Jan thanked her. Polly was only a few years older than Jan, and a little on the heavy side, but she wasn't bad-looking.
Jan said good-bye to Ron and he said good-bye without even looking up. She wondered what was wrong with the boy. He wasn't being himself, but she had her own problems to think about at that moment.
She got into the Jag, fired it up and sped away. She let her hair fly in the wind, as well as the hem of her skirt. Her crotch was getting cooled by the evening air. As she sped along, every guy who spotted her turned his head.
She stopped in front of Kate's and her friend came out. She seemed to float down the walk to the car. Kate looked great in a tight tank-top and hot pants. Her small tits were perfectly out-lined. Her suntanned legs looked especially long because her shorts were cut so high. They were very tight too, and showed off the small woman's ass to its best advantage.
"Let's go," Kate said. "My cunt is getting hungry."
Kate's words brought back Jan's need. She thought about the possibilities, and was consumed with desire.
"Well, where should we start?" Jan asked. "How about The Silver Slipper?"
"That's an idea," Kate admitted. "But the music is always better at The Cellar. And the guys are better too."
"Yeah, but they're old. Let's go where the guys still have a little life left in them."
"Well, if that's what your looking for, why don't we go to The Barn?"
That seemed to be a good idea to Jan. The Barn was a joint where young kids hung out. As Jan thought about it, she realized that this was the first time that she'd wanted to go to a place where such young guys could be found.
by the time they got to the joint, it was already pretty crowded. The Jag was a contrast to most of the cars in the lot. There were a lot of cars with racing tires and mean-looking exhaust pipes sticking out from raised rear-ends. There were also a lot of vans with fancy paint jobs and strangely-shaped windows on the sides.
Jan and Kate felt that they weren't really a part of this crowd, but it was exciting to see how these younger people had a good time. And, they knew that there would be a lot of horny kids to choose from. As they walked into the place, they were accosted with loud, primitive music. The beat seemed to enter their bodies.
At first, it was hard to see anything, but as their eyes adjusted, they saw a huge swarm of people, mostly good-looking young kids. As they slipped through the crowd looking for a good place to sit, they noticed that all the guys were giving them interested looks.
Jan and Kate realized that they stood out in the crowd. Not only were they the best-looking chicks in the joint, but they were dressed differently, too. Unlike the jeans and jerseys on most of the chicks, Jan's mini-dress and Kate's hot pants showed off their bodies better.
At one point, Jan had to squeeze through a tight bunch of bodies, and her tits crushed against the back of a tall, handsome guy. He turned to see what that luscious feeling was, and he saw Jan's tits overflowing her low-cut neckline. She saw his jaw drop as his eyes bulged. Jan smiled at him as they slipped by.
There didn't seem to be any tables left, but there was room at some of the already occupied ones. They went to a tableful of young studs, where there were two empty chairs and asked if they could sit down.
The four guys looked up in disbelief. Their eyes darted from Jan to Kate, and back and forth. They stared at their tits and legs. In their shocked amazement, they forgot to answer the question.
Jan asked again, and suddenly, all four of them began to stammer and offer them the empty seats. They stood up, sat down, pointed to the empty chairs. Jan and Kate looked at each other with smiles in their eyes, but they didn't want to let the kids know how ridiculous they seemed.
When they were seated, the guys continued their blatant staring. They didn't say a word, and the girls were wondering if coming to a place like this might have been a bad idea.
"Do they have waiters here?" Jan asked one of them.
"N-no, you have to get a drink from the bar," the boy said while his eyes flashed from Jan's eyes to her tits.
"I'll get you some drinks," another of them offered.
The girls ordered rum and Cokes.
The boy disappeared into the crowd, while his three friends fidgeted and kept staring. Jan wanted to warm things up with these kids. "Do you boys come here often?"
"No," one said, while his friend simultaneously said, "Yes."
They looked at each other, then one said, "I do, he doesn't."
That seemed to be a satisfactory answer to them and they said no more. They kept looking with lascivious interest though. Jan wasn't going to let them get away with that. She was disappointed in these kids. They were obviously interested in their bodies, but they must have known that they wouldn't get anywhere by acting dumb.
"Don't you guys like to talk?" Jan asked.
"Oh, sure," one said. He couldn't very well have shut up at that point, so he added, "Uh, would you like to dance?"
Jan said she would, and they both stood up. Kate looked up at her friend with a look that seemed to say, "Thanks for leaving me alone with these clods."
Jan saw that the boy was tall and well-built. He wore his hair long, like all the guys in the place. She thought he looked very nice and she wondered how that hair would feel falling over her belly as he kissed her cunt. With a little luck, she would find out.
As Jan danced, she began to feel relieved of all worldly problems, and she began to dance with more energy. She could feel her tits shaking violently with her movements, and by the look on her partner's face, he was enjoying the show. Her ass swung to and fro, knocking against other dancers. Before long, people began to give her more room, but not to avoid her crashing ass; they enjoyed that, but to get a better view of her bouncing body.
Jan's tits, jostled within the tight confines of her dress. She watched her partner dancing in front of her, and she made up her mind. She wanted to fuck this kid, and she would.
They danced a few numbers, then went back to the table. When she sat down, Kate introduced her to the three boys she had been left with. There was Joe, a short, curly-haired boy with a pleasant baby-face, Billy, a slim blonde, and Carl, a very handsome guy with long black hair and glimmering eyes. The guy Jan had danced with was Dave.
The boys were very sweet, and obviously horny. They still couldn't believe that two sexy cunts had come to them like that.
After a few more drinks and dances, they were all getting very relaxed. Kate had her hand on Joe's thigh, and Carl was leaning all over her. Jan was being even more aggressive. She was hot for Dave's body, but she didn't want Billy to feel left out, so she had an arm around each of their waists. As she talked and laughed with them, she would shove her tits against them. She was amused by the way they leaned into her.
There was nothing funny about the way Jan's pussy was feeling though. She was wetting her thighs with hot cream and she couldn't wait to have her cunt stretched over one, or more, of these kids' cocks. When Billy surreptitiously reached over and felt her tit, she was proud of him, and loved the feel of his clumsy, youthful fingers on her tit.
They were all getting pretty high. Jan felt a hand on her thigh. She felt it move under her dress and creep toward her cunt. She looked at Dave, and knew it was him. Jan reached into his lap and rested her hand on the lump that was pulsing there. He almost jumped off the chair when he felt her hand, and Jan had to move it. She had forgotten how explosive these young studs could be.
Kate seemed to be getting as eager for these kids as Jan was. She had Joe and Carl grabbing at her, and the look on her face indicated that she loved it. Jan was ready to get things going. She was afraid that if she waited much longer, she would be too drunk to appreciate what these kids could give her.
"Hey, Kate," Jan called across the table. "I think I'm ready to get going, are you?"
The boys froze. They would have been destroyed if the girls left them sitting there with their cocks aching.
"Should we take these kids out and fuck the shit out of them?" she added.
The boys gasped. Kate giggled seductively, then burst out laughing.
"Yeah-h-h-h, let's!" Kate chortled.
The girls got up and the boys followed like hungry puppies. They led the guys out like a pair of female Pied Pipers. All the guys in the bar watched them leave, and there wasn't a kid who wouldn't have given anything to change places with them.
When they got outside, the night air felt great after the hot and smoky atmosphere in the bar. The boys crowded around the girls.
"See that motel over there?" Jan said, pointing to a shabby-looking joint. "We'll meet you there in two minutes."
The motel was across the road and down about a hundred yards. The girls got into the Jag and roared to the place in a few seconds. Jan got out of the car. The boys pulled into the lot. Jan motioned them to be cool, and she went into the office. In a few seconds, she came out, dangling a key from her hand and wiggling her ass seductively.
From a corner of the lot, the boys watched the girls go into one of the rooms. They waited a minute, even though it was the longest minute of their lives, to be sure that it wouldn't look suspicious. When they crept up to the door and knocked, the door flew open and Jan stood there with her tits naked. The boys were stunned to see her standing there in nothing but a tiny pair of black panties.
Jan stepped out of the way and the boys stumbled in. They all kept their eyes on her body as they moved past her, until they noticed that Kate also was showing them her tits. She was lying on one of the two double beds, with only her hot pants on.
The guys stood around in the middle of the room, not knowing quite what to do, but knowing what they wanted. Finally, Carl went to the bed where Kate lay and sat down beside her. Jan went to the other bed with Billy and Joe on her heels.
When she lay down, the two guys lay down right with her. She felt a hand grab each of her tits and a pair of lips covered hers. When her mouth opened, a strong tongue moved in and began licking hers.
While she was kissing one of the kids, the other was pulling at her panties. She felt the garment slide down her legs, then hands covered her thighs and cunt. It was Billy who had stripped her pants from her, and the sight of her cunt made him gasp.
Billy noticed the moisture at the tops of her thighs, and he knew what that meant. Her legs parted slightly, giving him a good view of the crack through the curls. He dipped a finger into the opening and felt around in her slippery slot. Jan's hips began to gyrate immediately. That thrilled Billy and he forced her thighs wider apart and his finger deeper.
Meanwhile, Dave joined Carl at Kate's side. Carl had her tits occupied, so Dave removed her hot pants.
On Jan's bed, Billy had pulled his finger from her cunt and was struggling with his clothes. It wasn't easy for him to let her go even long enough to undress, but he knew that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to sink his cock in her. The next thing Jan was aware of was a hard, strong body between her legs. She opened her thighs and felt the cool air of the room on her wet, parted cunt-lips.
The boy didn't waste any time getting his prick wet. He shoved Joe out of the way, lifted Jan's hips and shoved his cock into her pussy. Joe wasn't watching what his buddy was doing, but he felt Jan open her mouth and sigh into his, and he could guess. When he felt Jan's body moving up and down, he was sure that his friend was fucking her.
Joe kept reaming Jan's mouth with his tongue and playing with her tits until his turn would come. As he kissed her, he opened his eyes and looked toward the other bed. He saw a scene similar to the one he was in. Dave was crawling between Kate's legs, which she was opening for him. He could see his friend's hard cock rising over the tanned thighs that surrounded him. Then the prick disappeared and he saw Kate lift her hips and begin to fuck. Carl was doing the same thing he was; kissing and fondling tits.
Billy had fucked chicks before, but they had all been his own age. He'd always thought that younger chicks would be the best, but he was learning that that wasn't true. This bitch had a cunt that was not only tight, but welleducated. It was gripping his cock and holding it with strong muscles. He was holding his body high off Jan's so he could look down and see his cock sliding in and out. Her cunt-lips were spread, and the inner lips were hugging his fat prick. The alcohol in his brain was keeping him from coming too soon-even though his teenage body was singing in lust.
Joe finally stood up to undress in anticipation of his turn. As he stripped, he watched Jan writhe with female passion. Her huge tits wobbled with her crazed movements. She had her face screwed up in an expression of extreme pleasure and he could hear her hoarse breath rasping in her throat. She was gorgeous in her ecstasy, he thought. It was still hard for him to believe that he'd stumbled onto such a great opportunity.
Billy was finally coming. Jan was on the verge, but the alcohol was slowing her down. She could feel Billy's gism splashing into her cunt, and that increased her passion, but just as she started to climax, Billy left her cunt to give his friend a chance. Jan was suspended in mid-orgasm. She lay there with her back arched and moaning in ecstasy while the boys changed places.
As soon as Joe plunged his cock up her snatch, Jan let out a cry of startled joy and began to come.
Joe fucked her cunt with all the energy a young boy could, and since Jan was already in the midst of an orgasm, she came like she never had before. Her climax raged through her, but when it subsided Joe was still just beginning.
For a second, Jan didn't think she could stand to have that ramming rod in her just after that fantastic orgasm, but in another second, she began to take off with pleasure again.
On the other bed, Dave was just shooting his load into Kate, and Carl was waiting impatiently for a crack at her. He hadn't abandoned her tits, and was still sucking and squeezing them. Her tits were on the smallish side and he was able to get one into his mouth, almost in its entirety. Kate was holding his head tightly against her.
Even when Dave had come and pulled his prick from her still-snapping cunt, Kate didn't want Carl to take his mouth away from her tit. She wouldn't let his head go, so he maneuvered his way into fucking position without letting her tit slip from his sucking mouth. He couldn't see what he was doing with his face pressed against Kate's chest, so he felt his way into her cunt.
Holding her cunt-lips opened with one hand, he guided the swollen head of his cock to her hole. Her cunt seemed to swallow his prick. He was amazed at her hunger, but he shoved his prick into her desperately grasping pussy, and slid it as high up her belly as he could. Kate grabbed his cock in a tight pussy embrace.
While Kate was fucking her second kid, so was Jan. She was groaning with rapture in her second orgasm. Billy, who had fucked her first, was getting hot again. Watching her fuck his buddy made his prick stand at attention before the cunt-juice was even dry on his tool. He looked for some place to stick his cock. Jan's mouth was gaping open as she moaned, and it looked very inviting.
Billy climbed up beside her head and tried to figure out how to get his cock in. Joe's head was sort of in the way, but when Joe saw what his friend was trying to do, he lifted his body and gave him room.
Billy threw a leg over Jan's head and straddled her face. He pushed his cock down and shoved it into her mouth. At first, Jan didn't know what was going on. In her ecstatic condition, things weren't too clear. When she felt his cock-head though, she clamped her mouth shut on it and automatically started sucking.
Now, with two guys working on her, her pleasure was doubled. She wasn't able to let out the sounds of passion, and it seemed that having to hold them in increased her lust. She was desperate. When she felt Joe's gism entering her in powerful spurts, she knew he would pull his cock out of her, but she didn't want him to. She thought that it would be so much nicer to drink the cream from the cock in her mouth with another prick in her snatch.
She could feel Joe's cock bucking inside her cunt with convulsive movements as it spat thick ooze into her. She wrapped her legs around Joe's waist, and when he tried to get up, she gripped him tightly. She was glad that he took the hint and stayed where he was. Now she could concentrate on giving the prick in her mouth a good chewing.
Jan grabbed the base of Billy's prick and slid the skin back and forth. She could look up and see Bill shaking with pleasure. His youthful cock filled her mouth, just the way Jan liked it. She could tell he was going to fill her mouth with delicious goo at any second, and she increased her sucking and pumping with greedy impatience. He grunted a few times, then his juice began to flow.
Jan drank his spewings with great gulps. Everyone in the room could hear her throat working to get his gism down. Billy fell over her face as his energy was drained out his prick. When his cock stopped firing into her mouth, Jan felt it shrivel.
Kate had finished with Carl, and she lay at the bottom of a pile of drunken, teenage studs. Carl's cock was still up her twat while his body was curled in a restful position on hers. Dave was lazily playing with her tits.
All the boys seemed to have had enough for the time being, so Kate let her hand fall on her muff and slipped a finger into her cunt.
Jan was swallowing the last of Billy's gism as she watched Kate's finger with interest.
Kate began to feel more pleasure from her rubbing than she'd expected. It seemed that two fucks only warmed her up. As her finger wiggled in the slot between her plump cunt-lips, her body began wiggling on the bed. The two boys who were languishing next to her looked to see what was going on.
They saw Kate's hand on her hairy muff, but one of her fingers seemed to be missing. Of course, it wasn't, and they realized that it was inside her pussy. The boys were extremely interested in this phenomenon, and they moved into a position from which they could watch everything clearly.
Jan saw what was going on. Kate was really going at it. Her body was tense and she had a dazed expression on her pretty face. All the boys' cocks began to swell again as the sight turned them on. They didn't disturb Kate though, because they couldn't think of anything that they could do to her that would be more exciting than watching her jerk off.
Billy grabbed his cock. He seemed as unconcerned with being watched as Kate was. Kate's legs were spread and her feet clawed the bed. Tendons stood out in her long neck.
It was a beautiful sight, and Jan was enjoying it as much as the boys. Her pussy began to long for her finger, but she didn't want to steal the show from her good friend. She knew that she had her most powerful orgasms while diddling her cut, and she was anxious to see how explosive Kate's climax would be. From the preliminary indications, it was going to be a great one.
Kate's hips began pumping fast and furiously, as if she had a cock in her twat. As they all watched in horny fascination, she began shaking and crying out. This was it. This gorgeous chick was jerking herself off into a fit of perverted rapture. Her body gave a few more heaves, then settled into a restful repose. She looked so serene suddenly that they could feel her satisfaction too.
Now that the show as over, Billy grabbed Jan and pulled her to him. They were both on their knees, and he was poking his erect cock at her hairy triangle. She helped him get his big cock in, and they both rocked back and forth.
While they were chugging away, Jan felt another body press against her from behind. A cock tip was probing at her ass and Jan knew what the guy behind her was after. The idea of having two cocks in the twin openings of her bottom excited the hell out of her, and she reached around behind her to help the second prick enter her.
Jan felt Billy's cock sliding in her cunt. Everything down there was wet with her copious flow, so she smeared some of her juice on that second prick. Then she guided it to the tight entrance of her rectum. She felt her sphincter muscle open up and the cock began sliding in.
Her ass had to stretch more than usual to let such a fat prick in, but it felt great. When it was in so far that the pubic hair tickled her ass-cheeks, her body felt stuffed with meat. The backdoor intruder began pumping.
Her body was pressed between those two hard, muscular boys, as they drove their pricks with different rhythms into her crotch. They would get their cocks moving in unison, filling her on the in-stroke, then leaving her empty and starving as they withdrew. Then the faster pumper would outdistance the slower until one cock was on its way out while the other was ramming into her. Jan had no control over what was happening to her, but everything was just fine.
Although the cock in her cunt had a head start, Jan knew they were going to come at the same time. , She felt the burning fluid enter her ass first, but the pecker in her cunt wasn't far behind. Both pricks were filling her simultaneously for several precious seconds. Jan felt her body go into a spasm of uncontrollable frenzy.
The boys were moaning and grunting. When the boys' cocks were drained, they fell away from her. Two cocks popped out of her and she was left supporting herself. She felt cold and dizzy now that she was no longer the meat in a sandwich, and her trembling body toppled over.
The three of them lay like corpses on the bed. Except for their heaving chests, they might have been mistaken for dead. Gism and cunt-juice was running out of her cunt and over her thigh, staining the sheet. There was a trickle of cream from her asshole now too.
On the other bed, Carl and Dave were working on Kate in their new fit of passion that had started when they watched her jerk off. For Jan, it was all over for a while. She could hear the action on the next bed, but it seemed far away.
Then Jan was only half aware of the boys saying good-bye.
Jan was ready to sleep for a few days, but she instinctively knew that there was something wrong with that idea. Then she remembered that she had a teenage son at home with a sitter. Polly got pissed when she was real late, and she didn't want to lose her as a sitter. Jan's head began to clear. Her body was still numb, but she felt pretty good.
She looked over at Kate. Kate was lying spread-eagle on the bed. Her face was covered with prick-spewings, and so was her belly and thighs. Jan knew she would have to take a shower before she went home.
She forced herself to go into the bathroom and stand under the shower. When she had cleaned every trace of the boys off her, she woke up Kate, or at least tried to. Kate was out for the night.
She left a note for her friend, got dressed and left. On her way home she thought about her lifestyle. There was no denying that taking on those young fuckers had been a great experience, but she had to admit that if she had a choice, she would rather have one good man at home. That thought led to others, and before she was home, she was as depressed as she'd been when she woke up that morning.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sight of his mother's body had a profound effect on Ron. Even when she was gone, the image of her scantily clad body stayed in his mind and drove him wild. He went up to his room and flipped through the pages of his stash of porno magazines. He jerked off. By the time he got back downstairs though, he was as horny as ever. For the first time in his life, Polly even looked good to him.
They were both watching television, but Ron began to watch her more than the screen. She was a bit on the heavy side, but her tits were nice, and her face was pretty. Sometimes she feel asleep, and Ron couldn't help wondering if she slept soundly enough for him to cop a feel. The thought made his face turn bright red, and he knew that if she did fall asleep, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from trying that.
As he thought about it, he got so horny that he had to go to his room and jerk off again. He felt embarrassed about going back into the living room because he couldn't help feeling that Polly knew why he kept slipping away.
He watched a few more TV shows, then, as usual, Polly lifted her feet up on the couch and closed her eyes. Ron's heart began to pound wildly as he realized he would be able to put his perverted plan into action. Usually, her snoring bothered him while" he tried to watch television, but this time it would be a welcomed sound.
He could hardly control himself as she fell into a deeper and deeper sleep. Ron's cock was stiff and beating in his jeans.
Ron called Polly's name. She didn't respond, and he called again, slightly louder. Still, no sign that she was awake. He went to the couch and touched her shoulder; he even shook her a little, but she kept sleeping peacefully. Ron lifted a shaking hand and moved it over one of her rising and falling tits. He lowered that hand ever so slowly until he felt the warm, soft mound of her big jug.
He squeezed her tit just enough to feel its softness. He was actually feeling a real tit, and the experience was fantastic.
While Polly continued sleeping, he became braver. He gave her tit a more thorough feel. Still, the sleeping woman showed no sign of waking, and Ron was getting more ambitious. She was wearing a housedress that buttoned up the front. Ron peeked into a dark opening between two buttons. He could see the white fabric of her bra.
Ron opened a button. Now there was room for him to slip a few fingers into her dress. He felt the tops of her tits where the softness oozed out of the bra. The valley between those tit-tops was warm, and it gave Ron a thrill even though it was no big deal.
There wasn't much point in messing with those tits since it would be impossible to unhook that bra and really get at the meat of the situation. But her cunt was more accessible, and certainly more interesting.
Ron took the hem of her dress and lifted it a little. He lifted the dress a few more inches. When he was sure she was still fast asleep, he lifted the hem of the dress and peeked in.
The light in there was tinted blue because it was filtered through the blue material of the dress. But it was bright enough to let him see her white panties covering her cuntal mound. In his horny condition, the view under her dress was breathtaking.
For quite a long time Ron stared at the plump, white skin of Polly's thighs and her nylon-covered cunt. A few cunt hairs were sticking out of the leg-holes of the panties, and he thought that was very exciting. The odor of pussy was wafting out.
Now her cunt was only about six inches away from him. Staring at her face, Ron stuck his hand into the valley between her thighs and under the dress. Ron couldn't believe what he was doing. She could wake up at any second and he wouldn't be able to make any excuse about how his hand happened to be up her dress.
He put all worries about being caught out of his mind when his fingertips touched Polly's twat. He was shaking all over, but he managed to keep his hand under control. When Polly didn't show any sign of waking up, he felt around her cunt. He felt the hair crushed under the nylon, and beneath the hair, he felt the crack that led to her cunt-hole.
Ron slipped his middle finger between her thighs as much as he could, following the crack. Suddenly, Polly shifted her body and smacked her lips. Ron's heart stopped, and his hand darted back. Polly sighed. Ron had to catch his breath before he could continue.
When he slipped his hand back under the dress, he was thrilled to find that Polly had spread her I legs for him. Maybe his probing was getting through to her subconscious, he thought. Or maybe she was having a dream about an old boy friend or something. In any case, Ron now had more room to explore.
He could feel all the way down to her ass-cheeks. Ron was doing better than he thought possible. He was exploring her cunt and she apparently didn't feel a thing. He wondered how far he could go. He knew that her panties were a big hindrance to his examination, and he wanted to slip his finger into the leg-hole and get to her bare cunt.
He knew he was going too far, but he couldn't help himself. Holding his breath, he pulled the elastic away from her thigh, then slid his middle finger into the garment. He felt tight curls, and he knew that he was getting somewhere now. He moved his finger to the crack that fascinated him so much.
He pressed the sides of the crack and found that it was much softer and spongier than he'd expected. A pussy was a marvel of well-padded delight. Feeling those moist cunt-lips was a thrill he would never forget. He didn't think he'd ever been so hot. His prick was a pulsing snake of desire.
Ron kept pushing his finger deeper into her plump twat. There was only so far he could go without waking the woman, Ron knew, but he kept pressing his luck. Polly began to stir again.
Polly grunted and wiggled, but then she settled down again without opening her eyes. Ron gave her a chance to fall into a deeper sleep. Then he began to feel around in her crack again. He felt her inner-lips, but he didn't dare enter them. That seemed too far to press his luck. Ron could picture what was going on in there because he'd studied pictures of spread cunts in his porno magazines. But he still would have loved to have been able to stick his head under her dress, hold her pussy open and gaze into it.
Ron thought he'd gone about as far as he could and his cock was in desperate need of relief. He wiggled his finger free of her pussy and pulled it from her panties. Then he pulled her dress down and stood up. He was surprised how shaky he felt on his feet.
As he walked quickly from the room, he lifted his finger to his nose and breathed the cunt odor. That odor multiplied his lust to the point where he would have to jerk off in a few seconds or come right in his pants. He made it to his room and pulled down his pants just in time. Grabbing his cock and sticking the funky finger into his mouth, Ron began pumping. His gism began flying almost at once.
His orgasm was sensational. He was blinded with passion and his fist was a blur on his throbbing, spitting tool. He sucked all the flavor from his finger, and when his prick stopped shooting gobs of gism, Rob sank down on his bed. His hand stayed wrapped around his cock.
For the first time, he realized the tremendous chance he'd taken. He had put himself in danger of being branded a pervert, and having his name besmirched for life. His horniness had led him to the brink of disaster, and he couldn't let it happen again. He would have to get fucked, and end this slavery to his urges. He was thanking his lucky stars that the woman he had violated hadn't woken up.
While Ron hid in his room after his adventure, his victim was going through some strange times too. Ron was thankful that she hadn't awakened, but he was deceived. The first time he stuck his hand into her cunt, PoUy had felt the sensations. She began dreaming of Fluffy, her cat. Fluffy often stuck a paw into her pussy, so Polly wasn't shocked when she felt Ron's probing. But when she remembered that she was baby-sitting, she knew something was wrong.
It took her a few moments to figure out what was happening, and when she did, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't jump up and embarrass the boy, but she had to do something. Pretending to be on the verge of waking didn't work. Polly was about to roll over and deny him access to her more intimate parts when she began to experience a strange feeling. Poor Polly had never had a man, not even as a young girl. She had always been heavy and shy, and didn't attract any boys. But now there were exquisite sensations traveling through her. Suddenly, she didn't want Ron to stop playing with her tits. She wanted to open her eyes and grab the boy in a tight embrace, but she was still too shy. All she could do was lie there and hope he would keep going.
When the boy took his hands away from her tits, she was heartbroken, but when she felt him lifting her dress, her hopes came alive again. She had to wait in suspense while he carefully inserted his hand under her dress. And when he touched her cunt, Polly had to exert all her will power to keep from jumping up in lust.
She had never gone through anything like it. Lying there with a calm expression on her face while her virgin pussy was tampered with was a real test. His finger, as it slipped into the lips of her twat, sent shivers of pleasure through her and she had to keep from showing them to the boy.
She was filling with passion and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep still. She would have to abandon her sleeping act. Hopefully, she wouldn't scare him off and he would take care of her in the way she'd heard about from other women. Just as she was about to grab him, his finger retreated from her pussy. She felt the couch rise as he stood up.
Polly opened her eyes and saw Ron leave the room with his finger under his nose. Now there was nothing to do but take the boy's place. She put her finger into her cunt. Ever since she was a little girl, she had learned that it wasn't nice to touch herself there, but now that she knew what rewards there were to be had, she forgot all her old lessons.
She couldn't believe the feelings that were filling her. Her finger was wiggling and poking the soft folds of wet flesh and her whole body was responding. She poked her finger up her cunt and stirred it around. When she accidentally touched the stiff bud of her clit and felt the bolt of pleasure that shot through her, she thought she might die of ecstasy. Even the fear of death didn't stop her. It would be a small price to pay for this pleasure.
Polly used one finger to wiggle her clit and the other to fuck her cave. She had her legs sticking out and the crotch of her panties were pulled out of the way. Her body was using muscles that she'd never used before as she neared her first orgasm.
The pleasure was getting so intense that Polly was sure she would never survive. She imagined, through her lust, being discovered with her fingers thrust up her snatch and a smile on her face.
Her orgasm filled her with crashing bliss. Her fingers kept at their task until she was paralyzed with pleasure. When the storm of passion subsided and she found that she was still alive, she started all over.
Polly kept diddling her twat until she was too sleepy to continue.
When Jan came home, all fucked out, she didn't realize that the people she had left behind were also sleeping in an exhaustion of satisfied lust.
CHAPTER SIX
After his adventure with Polly, Ron didn't feel like peeking at his mother or doing anything sneaky. He wanted to get fucked. There were some pretty girls around the neighborhood, and when he saw one of them, he would talk to them, treat them nice and ask them out, but he wasn't getting anywhere.
One afternoon, his buddy Bruce and he were sitting in the soda shop. They were talking about the local girls. It seemed that Bruce was in as bad a shape as Ron. They mentioned all the girls they knew, and talked about how nice it would be to fuck each of them. Between the two of them, they had had a few dates with the girls, and they even managed to cop some feels.
Then Bruce brought up an interesting topic. His older brother had mentioned that there was an all-night coffee shop nearby, and whores hung around there.
"Really?" Ron asked with desperate interest when he heard-the news. "We should go there."
"Yeah, but they don't come in until the middle of the night," Bruce said.
"So what? I can sneak out. Can't you?"
They made plans to meet at a specified corner that night at. two a.m. They would bring all the money they could get their hands on.
When Ron went home that afternoon, he was so excited that he couldn't wait for two in the morning to roll around. He planned to take a nap so he wouldn't be too tired, but he couldn't lie down long enough to fall asleep. He was too excited. It seemed that it would never get dark out, but it finally did. Then the clock seemed to slow down.
Jan went to bed at her usual time, but Ron still had a few hours to kill. Finally, at one o'clock, he could wait no longer and he decided to get out a little early. He climbed out on the porch roof, and jumped down. It felt strange to be going out at that hour. It was so quiet that Ron thought it was spooky.
Ron got to the meeting place forty-five minutes early. How was he ever going to kill that much time on a street corner in the middle of the night? Cars went by occasionally. Once he saw a cop car heading his way and he slipped into a doorway so he wouldn't be seen.
He hoped that Bruce would be early, and they could get going, but when two o'clock came, Bruce still hadn't shown. Ron was getting pissed and wished he had never heard of the all-night joint. Five after, ten after, and still no Bruce.
Finally Bruce showed up.
"My parents went out, and I had to wait until they got home," he explained.
Ron understood. All that mattered was that they were ready to go. They started walking in the direction of the coffee shop as if they were on their way to claim a fortune. It was a good walk and it took them a while to get there. They were hoping that some whores would still be there.
They saw the lights from way down the street. When they walked up to the place, they were disappointed though. There wasn't a soul in there except a seedy-looking guy behind the counter in a dirty white uniform.
They went in and sat at the counter. They ordered coffee and doughnuts.
When the counterman brought their coffee, Ron asked if there were any whores around.
"Sure, lots of 'em come in here all the time," the guy said.
"Do you think any might come in tonight?" Ron asked.
"More'n likely," the man said. "Bessie and Sophie usually come in 'round three, when the bars close. And Toots comes in regular." The guy giggled and his old face wrinkled up and he looked jolly. "Just the other night Toots gave me a great blow-job right in the back room. She knows how to keep that free coffee comin."
The boys kept looking around to see if any whores were approaching. An old lady with a shopping bag came in and sat at the far end of the counter. Then a greasy-looking guy with a baggy suit came in, but no whores.
The old guy came back to the boys with another story. "Sally, she don't come 'round no more, but once she took on seven guys right in that there bathroom. That was fun." The man shuffled away and the boys' faith was renewed.
It was almost three, and they were getting impatient. The door swung open and a fat woman came in and sat down in a booth. She wore a lot of makeup, a slinky red dress, and she looked as if she was glad to get off her feet. The boys looked at her, then at the clock. The whores were overdue. The old man walked over to them, winked and said, "Sadie." He pointed at the fat woman.
Ron groaned, but Bruce didn't seem very disappointed.
"Well, she could be worse," Bruce said.
Ron was beginning to realize that his friend was even hornier than he was, if that were possible. The waiter went over to the old whore. The old counterman said something that they couldn't hear, but they saw him motion in their direction. When he went back behind the counter, they saw the old girl smiling broadly at them.
The boys turned their backs on the tired fucker, but they heard her call to them.
"Boys, boys."
When they looked at her again, she was wiggling a finger at them. They looked at each other, shrugged, then went over to her.
"Sit down, fellows. A girl hates to be alone at this hour you know."
They slipped into the booth opposite her. She looked a lot worse at close quarters. Her makeup seemed to have been applied with a trowel. She didn't seem to be able to stop smiling. The boys didn't say a word, they just stared at that ancient face with curiosity, but the whore didn't seem to find their behavior unusual.
"You kids in school?" the crone asked in an effort to get a conversation going. She took a drag on her lipstick-smeared cigarette.
The boys nodded. They noticed that she wore a ring on almost every finger. Chains and beads hung in profusion around her neck. They felt ridiculous sitting there and not talking, so Ron finally said, "My name's Ron, this is Bruce."
The old woman smiled broadly and introduced herself.
"Sadie's the name, pleasure's the game," she said, and laughed herself into a coughing fit. When she recovered, she said, "Geeze, my feet are killing me, and let's not have any jokes about me being on my back all the time. I must walk a hundred miles at night, and when I stop walking, I stand. I only get to lie down for a few minutes every now and then. What a life. But, I don't want to be a complainer."
Both guys were fascinated with the whore, and they even discovered that their cocks were hard. They never would have thought an old bag like Sadie could have turned them on, but when they were that horny a female snake probably could have done the trick. As they sat there with Sadie, another woman walked up to them and sat down.
She was a skinny woman, about Sadie's age, and dressed just as gaudily. She kept smiling at Sadie, winking and motioning toward the boys with her head. Sadie tried to ignore her, but she started poking Sadie in the ribs.
"Oh, I want to introduce you to Bertha, a colleague of mine," Sadie said in a sarcastic voice.
Bertha batted her false eyelashes at them. "Pleased to meet cha'." She smiled as if she'd just taken a swig of essence of lemon.
The guys wished they could sink out of sight, but their hard pricks seemed to anchor them in their seats. If only these two old whores would bend over so only their asses and cunts were showing, they might get up enough courage to fuck them.
What a position to be in, Ron thought. Faced with two of the oldest and ugliest women he'd ever seen, he was thinking about fucking them because he was a horny slave to his hard cock.
Bruce was making small talk with them. They talked about the weather and the way the neighborhood was going downhill, and all the usual topics.
Ron was looking around, trying not to meet the whores' eyes. He saw the door swing open, and two chicks walked in. They were young and nice looking. One wore a black mini-dress, and the other, tight slacks and sweater. They had their hair piled up on their heads in baroque swirls. Ron guessed that they were whores too, but the only thing they had in common with Sadie and Bertha was their makeup jobs.
Ron nudged Bruce under the table and drew his attention to the newcomers. Bruce was immediately interested. They both began to feel foolish for sitting with two fossils. Yet, they couldn't just pick themselves up and go to that other booth. That would be very rude, but there must be something they could do.
Sadie noticed that the boys were looking at something .behind her. She turned to look and so did Bertha. When they turned back toward the boys, they were wearing haughty expressions.
"Tramps," Bertha said with disdain.
Sadie leaned across the table. "Those girls are ruining the profession. And they're so rude. Do you know what one of them said to me the other day? Said 'Why don't you retire? You're cluttering up the street.' Imagine the nerve."
Ron felt sorry for the old girl, but he sure wished he was with the other two, rude or not. When he looked at Sadie's wrinkled cleavage, he thought about getting up and leaving them to go to those other two chicks. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't do it. It was against his principles to be so rude, and although he would have gladly abandoned his principles, he simply couldn't.
The two young hookers noticed the boys sitting a few booths away, and now every time one of them looked at them, they were greeted with smiles and winks.
Finally, one of the younger fuckers came over. The boys looked hopefully at the chick, but the old whores had daggers shooting from their eyes as soon as they saw the young lady coming their way.
The slinky whore walked right up to their table and struck a sexy pose. The boys saw her loose tits held in her tight sweater. The nipples were stiff and huge. They poked through the fabric like big gum-drops.
"Hi, fellas," she said between chews on a wad of gum. She shifted her body so her other hip stuck out. Her eyes swung from the boys to the old whores across from them. "Why don't you guys come over and join us?"
Ron and Bruce wanted desperately to go with the sharp-looking chick, but they just couldn't make their bodies do what they wanted. The boys couldn't explain to the younger girl, they only could say, "Uh, well ... urn," until the whore saw that they weren't going to come with her.
"Weirdos, right?" she said and walked back to her friend.
The boys felt crushed. Why hadn't they gone with her? They didn't owe these two old cronies anything. They'd really blown it.
Sadie and Bertha were bubbling over with joy, though, and that gave the guys some compensation. But not much.
"You guys have real good taste," Bertha said.
"Let's go up to my place," Sadie said. "It's just down the street."
The guys knew that this was their last chance. If they wanted to get laid at all that night, they had better go with the two old whores.
They left some money for their coffee and doughnuts, and slipped out of the booth.
When they passed by the booth where the younger whores sat, the boys shrank into their clothes in an effort to hide. They didn't look at the two younger girls, but they imagined that they must be looking at them with contempt.
They were glad to be outside on the dark street. Sadie put her arm through Ron's arm and pulled him to her side, and Bertha did the same to Bruce. Sadie had an apartment above a shop a few doors away and they were soon in the shabby place. Sadie ran around picking up dirty cups from various places, and emptying ashtrays.
Now that they were alone with these two, the boys were getting excited. They tried to see the two old whores' good points, and they had to admit, they could have been worse. At least they were willing. As long as the lights were low when the time came to fuck, they thought it would be all right.
Sadie was boiling water for tea, and she had dragged out some cookies and candy. They ate a few cookies, but they were stale, and they didn't care for tea. They wanted to get fucked and hoped the old girls would get around to it soon.
Ron was sitting on an old, overstuffed couch, and Sadie came over and plopped down next to him. She suddenly threw a flabby arm around the boy and roughly pulled him to her. She wasn't exactly the girl of his dreams, but she would have to do. She tried to kiss him, and he gave her a short peck, but that wasn't what the boy had in mind.
He shoved a hand into her tits and groped the saggy softness. She was wearing a bra, but this time, Ron was glad. Wrapping a hand around one of those suspended boobs, he squeezed none too gently. Sadie squealed in delight.
"Come with me," she whispered, and stood up.
Ron followed her out of the room. As he left, he looked back to see Bruce and Bertha wrestling in a shabby easy chair.
Sadie led Ron into her bedroom. There was a fancy brass bed in need of polishing, and some old, heavy furniture. Ron had never seen a collection of bottles and boxes that covered the dresser.
"Take your clothes off, Sweety," she said in a strange voice that Ron assumed was her way of sounding sexy.
He did as she said, and when he saw that she was going to leave her clothes on, he was grateful. Ron had never stripped in front of a woman before, and he found it exciting. Sadie watched him undress with greed in her old eyes. When Ron had freed his boner, the woman was almost drooling.
She walked up to him and put her hands on his shoulders. She pushed him backwards until he fell on the bed. Sadie sat beside him and moved her hands slowly to his stiff prick.
Her hands were filling Ron with passion, and it showed in the way his cock-head expanded. By the time she arrived at his root with caressing fingers, he was panting with need.
Holding his cock like a baseball bat, she lowered her head to his meat. Ron watched her face approach his prick with amazed eagerness. When her lips touched the pink and swollen knob, Ron shook uncontrollably.
Sadie took his balls into her hand and held them with more skill than Ron had ever imagined a woman could have. She was proving herself a real pro. Her tongue licked the head, then slid down the shaft. Ron wiggled with gleeful excitement.
, Sadie suddenly left Ron on the bed and went to her dresser. She picked up a length of ribbon and began tying knots in it. When she saw Ron staring at her in puzzled exasperation, she explained.
"Blue ribbon special," she said. "Never heard of it? Well, you'll see."
Ron was curious and anxious to find out what this old whore's trick was. When she came back to the bed, she continued sucking his cock, but her hand was bringing the ribbon to his ass. When Ron felt her putting the ribbon, one knot at a time, up his ass, he liked the feeling, but he still didn't think he understood the trick.
He almost forgot the ribbon as his prick began to jerk in the crone's mouth. He had dreamed of getting his cock sucked for a long time, but the reality was much better than his dreams ever were. The way her tongue slid around his prick knob was such a beautiful feeling that Ron was about to faint. While her tongue licked his glans her lips were doing nice things too.
When the whore's head began bobbing up and down on his tool, Ron felt the sperm in his balls begin to churn. Pleasure curled his body and his arms flailed the bedspread. This was at least a thousand times better than jerking off, and he hoped he would never have to go back to that. He was about to come, and he heard himself grunting like a wild boar.
The gism that had been simmering now shot through his prick. His orgasm was about to send him to heaven. A wad of gism hit the back of Sadie's throat, and told her that it was time. Ron felt a fast series of jolts in his asshole. The feeling came as a shock, but it made his body leap with ecstasy and his cream seemed to flood out like a tidal wave. He was higher on lust than he'd ever been. Sadie's blue-ribbon special was a stroke of genius.
She kept sucking on his prick until it stopped pumping white goo into her mouth. It took a while, because pulling that knotted ribbon from his ass had given him a super-climax. Sadie swallowed every drop as if she were drinking rare cognac. Ron's prick was as limp as a shoelace.
Sadie sat up. "Liked that, didn't you, honey drop? Well, old Sadie wasn't a whore for all those years without picking up a trick or two."
Ron couldn't argue with that. He had never felt so satisfied. When he jerked off, the release from his horniness only lasted a few minutes, but now he felt like he could go without a horny thought for days. Sadie sat beside the spent boy and rubbed his stomach and thighs.
Ron began to think that he was still technically a virgin, and he wanted to remedy that situation. His cock was lying on his belly like a dead worm, but he knew that was only temporary. The blue ribbon had coaxed a lot out of him, but he was sure he could summon enough sexual energy to fuck too.
"I want to fuck you, Sadie," he said. "I'm yours kid, but do you think you're ready for more?"
"In a minute," Ron said. "I just have to rest."
Sadie helped the boy get ready by taking his tired cock in her hand. She held his limp prick and waited. As she watched, his prick began to slowly inflate. It grew in diameter, then in length. It lifted and stretched. Before she could say a word, his prick was standing and twitching with all the glory it had shown before her blow-job.
Sadie stood up and Ron watched as she reached up under her dress. A pair of black panties appeared from under there and she stepped out of the garment. Then she lay down next to Ron with her skirt pulled out of the way of her old cunt.
"You'll have to get on top," she said. "I'm too old for that sort of thing."
Ron sat up and looked at the whore's pussy. Her cunt didn't look old, even though it must have been through a lot over the years. Her pubic hair was black and thick. Ron was turned on again. He stuck his hand into her muff and grabbed at the lips. He stuck a finger in and felt around. This was real cunt-fingering.
Sadie closed her eyes and made little wailing sounds. Her body swayed from side to side. Ron could see some pink through the curly hair, but not enough to satisfy him. So with his other hand, he held her twat open and peered in. He could see where his finger disappeared up Sadie's pussy-hole.
The inner lips hung loose around his finger, and Ron decided that she didn't have the tightest cunt in the world. But it would do.
He figured out where her clit must be, and he gave her a poke there. He knew that he'd hit the right spot when Sadie's body heaved, and her groans became louder and more wanton. After playing with her twat for a while, Ron's prick began to get impatient. He wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock. All the times he'd masturbated, he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a pussy to stick his meat in, and now that he had one he couldn't wait any longer.
Ron crawled between Sadie's legs and lowered his prick toward the wet mess of curly hair. He was so excited that he had trouble guiding it in. The dull tip bounced around between her damp thighs, and against the soft mound, but he couldn't sink it.
Finally, Sadie took his floundering prick in her hand, and brought it to her gaping cunt. Ron felt his cock slide into her slippery hot cunt.
Sadie didn't have the tightest cunt, but Ron thought it was terrific. The satiny walls, dripping with juice, caressed his prick like it never had been caressed before. Ron had stuck his cock in a lot of cunts of his own invention, but now he knew that he had never come close to creating the sensation he was experiencing now.
Sadie lifted her legs and hugged his hips as he began pumping. Ron lifted and pushed his hips with a fast and powerful rhythm. He had his eyes closed and was concentrating on the feeling of his prick reaming her hole.
Sadie's fat body made a good mattress for Ron's body as he worked on her pussy. He had his face buried in her neck as he drove his cock in and out. The passion was mounting, and the feelings that were filling his head were delicious. Sadie's blow-job had left him drained, so his orgasm seemed to be coming from a long way off. He felt it grow and slowly engulf him. When it hit, he cried out as if a knife had been sunk in his back.
To be filling a real, live cunt with the white fluid that he usually spilled on his belly was the greatest thing that he could imagine. When he stopped shooting, he kept pumping because he just hated to stop fucking. Sadie was still gasping and her old hips were jerking under him. Ron decided that she was in the middle of something, so he kept fucking for her sake.
"T-that's it, sweetie!" she panted. "Keep going. O-o-o-o-h!"
The sounds reminded him of the noises he'd heard his mother making when he watched her jerk off in the bathtub, and it spurred him on. He began stabbing her cunt with all his energy. Sadie's wailing grew louder until she was howling like a banshee.
Finally, Sadie grabbed him in a scissors hold with her legs and he stopped pumping. Her breath was a hoarse rasp now, and Ron guessed that she had come.
"Oh, Baby," she sighed. "I haven't come like that in quite a while."
Ron felt great. Not only did he lose his hated status of virgin, but he had satisfied Sadie. They lay there for a while and basked in the pleasure they'd experienced. When Ron finally rolled off the old girl, he noticed that she had fallen asleep.
He got dressed and went to find Bruce. His friend and Bertha were asleep too. They were lying in a heap on the couch. Ron shook his friend's shoulder. Bruce got up with a proud smile on his face.
"Do you think we should leave some money?" Ron asked.
"Well, they didn't say anything about money before we fucked them, and now their asleep. But they are professionals. Maybe we should leave something."
"How much do we have?" Ron asked.
The boys put their money together and found that they had about twelve dollars. They left ten.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After that night with Kate and the boys in the motel, Jan was more depressed than ever. She still sought a release from her agonizing frustration, but every possibility seemed either too bizarre, or it turned her off. Then she had an inspiration that made her cunt drool, but she just couldn't imagine herself going to such extremes.
Her usual remedy for a case of nerves was to hop into the Jag and drive. And that's what she did. It was Saturday, and as soon as she was behind the wheel and heard the growl of the engine, she began to feel better.
Jan headed straight for Kate's. She didn't know if her plan would do her any good, or if Kate would go for it, but she had to give it a try. As she approached her friend's place, she broke out into a cold sweat worrying about her being home. Jan didn't think she could take the disappointment of her friend not being there.
As she drove up, she saw Kate's car and felt a lot better. She ran to the door and knocked in desperation.
The door opened and Kate stood there looking beautiful. She looked like an angel to Jan.
"Oh, Kate, am I glad to see you."
"Come in, honey," Kate said. She was puzzled by the wild look on her friend's face. "You look like you need a drink."
Jan nodded rapidly at that suggestion. When Kate handed her the drink she noticed that Jan's hand shook as she took it. Jan sipped the drink and paced back and forth in the living room.
Finally, Jan sank into an easy chair, threw her legs up on the coffee table and rested.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "I've been getting worse lately. It's terrible."
"What is it, Jan?" Kate asked.
"I don't know exactly. It's just that I seem to be so horny all of the time. Every time I get laid, it just gets worse. After we fucked all those kids, I almost went nuts."
Jan began to cry, but Kate didn't know what she could do. She always felt better after a good cry, and she supposed that Jan might feel better soon too.
"Is there anything I can do?" Kate asked. "I'll do anything."
"Well, there might be. I had this idea, but I couldn't come to tell you about it before, but now I have too. It's the only thing I can think of. I think it might help."
"What is it?" Kate asked curiously. She'd never heard Jan talk like that, and she couldn't imagine what she could want.
Jan stood up and began pacing again. "I've been thinking lately about ... I can't help it, Kate ... I want to suck your cunt."
Kate was surprised, even shocked, but she tried not to show it. She had never made love with a woman before, and she didn't think Jan had either. The idea had occurred to her, and she felt a certain fascination about the possibility, but she never looked for it. If she were going to become a lesbian, there wouldn't be a better partner than her friend Jan. They had been through a lot together.
"I know it's a lot to ask, but I'm desperate, Kate. Men haven't been able to satisfy me and there must be something that can."
Jan looked pathetic as she looked hopefully at her friend.
Kate didn't want to turn her friend down, but it was a big step. When Kate didn't say no right away, Jan began to get excited. She went to her friend and took her arm in her hands. The touch sent a promise of passion through both of them.
Jan let her tits bump into Kate's shoulder, and she smelled her natural fragrance. She was getting more hopeful that she'd chosen the right course when she felt her cunt moisten. Kate leaned on Jan, and Jan pulled her into an embrace.
Jan lowered her head, and they kissed. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. They were immediately turned on. It was amazing how fast they got into the mood to take that first big step into lesbianism. Holding each other tight, they crushed their tits together in a mass of soft flesh.
Jan led Kate to the couch and sat her down. Standing before her girl friend, she began to strip.
Her tits were heaving with her excited breathing as she undid the buttons of her blouse. She removed the blouse and pulled down her pants. Kate had seen Jan naked often, but now she was appreciating her body as she never had before. Now that those tits were going to be hers to play with, they had a totally different effect on her than ever before.
Kate looked at the naked figure of the woman who was about to become her first female lover. How gorgeous she was, Kate thought, as she felt her body gear up for sex. She sat there waiting to see what Jan would do.
Jan could feel Kate's eyes on her body, staring with a combination of fear and longing. Jan sat down beside her. She kissed the woman and cupped one of her firm tits. It was the first time she'd ever felt a tit other than her own.
Jan slipped her hand into Kate's blouse and fondled her bare tit. No wonder guys liked to grab tits, Jan thought, as she realized how wonderful it was to feel that warm softness. The nipple stiffened against her palm. Jan helped Kate pull her jersey over her head.
Jan slid down until she was within licking distance of Kate's tits. She tasted one nipple, then the other. Opening her mouth, she stuffed the tit in and sucked. It was much better than kissing a man's flat chest, and the sucking was making Kate groan.
As her mouth worked on her tits, Jan fumbled with Kate's pants. She unfastened the jeans and began pulling at them. They both tugged the tight jeans down. Jan felt her heart flutter as she looked at her friend dressed only in bikini panties. A woman never looked so good to her. She wondered if the sight of a naked woman would have that effect on her always, now that she had been initiated into lesbian love.
Kate lifted her hips and slipped off her panties. Jan saw that curly muff and felt her own cunt drool. The sexy odor of a naked woman rose to Jan's nose and filled her with intoxication. Now that she'd seen Kate's cunt, she forgot about Kate's tits.
Jan spread Kate's tanned thighs. Kate's cunt could be seen more clearly now. Kate was trembling with a combination of passion and a sense of evil. She was enjoying the gaze of her seducer on her naked pussy almost as much as Jan enjoyed the sight.
Kate spread her legs even wider than Jan had already spread them, and she showed her friend an inviting view of the pink interior of her hair pie.
Round, smooth ass-cheeks nestled against one another beneath the slot of her twat. Jan saw a pair of inner lips tucked into the soft cleft.
Jan put her hand on Kate's thigh and stroked it. Over and over, she caressed Kate's inner thigh and stroked, and each time her hand moved closer to her tender lips. As she stroked, she pulled the cunt-lips open, and looked within. The flesh between the lips glistened with juice, and Jan was glad to see that Kate was getting excited about this new form of sex.
When Jan had feasted her eyes, she began sinking down again. Resting her head on Kate's thigh, she slipped a finger into the gash of her lover's crotch. Kate stiffened as the digit entered her. Jan found that Kate's cunt was much tighter than her own. As Jan reached up her tunnel, Kate lifted her thighs and gave Jan a clear shot at her cunt. Jan stirred her finger around in there while Kate twisted her body with sex-crazed glee.
Jan was so excited that she gasped for air. Kate's body was like a young boy's, except rather than a cock, there was that sweet little cunt. Jan saw the muscles in Kate's stomach ripple as she fingered her tight cunt.
Jan still wanted to get closer to that cunt-she wanted the ultimate closeness, and her mouth was salivating in anticipation. She kissed Kate's inner thigh again and again, each time coming closer to that pit of smoldering lust. She pulled her finger out to make way for her mouth. She lifted Kate's thighs up.
The moist air was full of the strange smell of hot pussy. The steam engulfed Jan's face as she moved toward the vee of Kate's crotch. She pressed into the pubic patch and felt Kate's cunt-lips squirming on her mouth. Then she slowly stuck out her tongue and wiggled it between those walls of the fleshy valley.
Jan was stoned on the perverted joy. Her tongue moved along the crack, getting deeper with every swipe. She licked Kate's cunt like a cat licking her kitten. Her tongue pressed against the juicy folds of flesh.
Kate moaned in agandon and clutched at the pillows on the couch in a delirium of lascivious rapture. No man had ever sucked her pussy like that, and she was grateful that Jan had picked her to enter the forbidden world of lesbian love with.
Jan was relishing her performance and was proud of her freedom to enjoy a new facet of sex. The incredible thrill of doing something like that for the first time reminded her of her girlhood, when sex was still a new and unexplored realm, when giving was as exciting as receiving. She was getting as much from the cunt-lapping at Kate. She hoped that she'd found the key to her recent frustration.
Jan lifted Kate's thighs and made the puckered mouth of her ass available to Jan's tongue. Jan moved her licking tongue to the inch of skin that separated the two orifices. She licked Kate's tightly-shut asshole with a fluttering motion, then licked her way back to her flowing twat.
She made dips down to that tighter hole every few seconds, and every time she did, Kate's moaning hit a higher note. Finally, when Kate seemed to be closing in on her orgasm, Jan put the stiff tip of her dripping tongue on the center of that puckered ring and pressed.
The circular muscle opened and her tongue entered. It felt weird to have her tongue held in such a narrow chamber, but the thought of what she was doing sent a wave of perverted ecstasy washing over her. If Jan could have seen Kate at that moment she would have seen a woman in an obvious fit of wild wantonness.
Kate's feet were shaking with a palsied motion. Her face was screwed up in a grimace of rapture. Her body was tense and trembling. She was waving her arms about and clawing the air. And although Jan could only see Kate's belly and pubic bush, she could hear the sounds that told of her friend's bliss.
Jan pulled her tongue out of Kate's asshole and attacked her clit. Kate screamed as her body began bucking as if she were suffering an electric chock. Jan held on to her thighs and followed the bouncing twat with her mouth. Kate slithered to the floor and Jan finally left her cunt in peace.
It took Kate a while to clear her head. Meanwhile, Jan massaged her tits and shoulders. Jan had worked herself into a fever, and she hoped her friend was up to repaying her in kind. But even if she didn't, Jan thought she would be free of her tormenting horniness for a while.
As Kate regained her senses, she began stroking Jan's tit. As they lay there on the floor, Jan luxuriated in the passion that Kate was stirring up in her tits. The taste of pussy was still in her mouth, and she could smell it on her face, and she was proud to have it on her. Kate's tit-rubbing was giving her hope of having her cunt sucked too.
Jan put her hands on Kate's head and gave her a light shove in the direction of her twat.
Kate took the hint, but seemed slow and hesitant.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, you know," Jan said in a gentle tone of voice.
"I know, but I do want to. I just have to get used to the idea."
Jan knew that Kate was a true friend at that moment. She was going to eat Jan because she was naturally curious and open-minded, and because she knew that her friend needed it.
Jan watched Kate move down. The poor girl was trying so hard to please, but she was shy. She kissed Jan's nipple lightly, without enthusiasm. To give her encouragement, Jan moaned in an exaggerated sound of passion. Kate kissed Jan's nipple again, but this time she left her mouth on it and sucked. Jan could feel Kate's lips encircling her huge nipple and her tongue cover it with licks. It seemed that she was getting more enthusiastic.
Kate's mouth began to work hard and her body pressed against Jan's. Jan was witnessing the birth of a lesbian, and she had been the one who planted the seed.
Kate's technique was a bit clumsy, but, after all, she was used to making it with me, so she wasn't as gentle as Jan liked, but Kate learned fast.
"Ow, not so hard. Yes-s-s, that's it! Use your tongue a little more. Ah-h-h-h, that feels great," Jan murmured in a husky voice.
Soon Jan was in a reverie of carnal delight. Kate was sucking her tit like a starving calf, and there was an implied promise of much more to come. Jan was certain that as soon as Kate got used to the flavor of her cunt, she would be a first-rate cunt-lapper.
Jan felt Kate move down between her legs. Kate's hands were pushing her thighs apart, and Jan was all too willing to help her. She lifted her knees and spread as wide as she could. Kate put her lips to Jan's box and nibbled at the hair, then stuck her tongue into the slot.
When Jan felt Kate's tongue divide the lips of her quim, a shiver shot through her. Most of the men who had done this to her used their tongues like miniature pricks. They stabbed her and fucked her, when the best use was made of it by licking and probing gently. Kate's exploratory tonguing was the nicest thing that had ever happened to Jan's cunt.
"Hold it open with your fingers," Jan instructed. "Yes-s-s-s, that's right. M-m-m-m!"
Again, Kate started slow, but she picked up steam as she got used to the new action. Before long, she was lapping with gusto and Jan was squirming in ecstasy. Jan was on the threshold of one of her finest orgasms.
Jan came like a locomotive. Panting and puffing and shaking her body, she actually moved along the floor like a snake and Kate had to crawl after her to keep within tongue's reach of her snatch. Kate had the same feeling of pride in a job well done that Jan had felt. When Jan's orgasm had run its course, the two perverts lay in each other's arms. They were both blissfully happy and content.
When Jan left her friend that day, she felt like she was floating.
Once she got home, though, she was confronted with a most tempting sight. Ron was in the yard shooting baskets into the hoop that Matt had put up for the boy years ago. He wore only a pair of cut-off jeans and tennis shoes. He greeted his mother cheerfully, then kept tossing the ball into the hoop. Jan noticed that he seemed to be trying harder to make the shots now that she was there to see. As she looked at him, her contentment drained away.
When she got into the house, there was no hiding from the fact any longer. Ron was the one she wanted. He had been attracting her like a magnet and she hadn't admitted it to herself. Jan ran to her room and threw herself on her bed. Why had she fallen for the one man she could never have? She felt lower than ever before.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jan lay in her bed in a numbed spell of depression. Now that she knew what her problem was, she tried to figure out what could be done. She had heard of mothers fucking their sons. Once a woman who Jan had to help her with her cleaning claimed to have three kids with her husband and another two by her oldest son. Jan thought that she must have misunderstood the woman, but later Matt said she was probably telling the truth. She had been a simple woman from a very remote place in the mountains, and Matt said that sort of thing went on all the time.
On another occasion, she'd heard a kid in the neighborhood call another kid a motherfucker. The boy flew into a rage and almost killed the name-caller with his bare hands. Later, Jan heard that there had been rumors that the boy actually had been fucking his mother.
The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. When she thought about fulfilling her weird desire, she knew that that would be the only thing that could free her of her agony. Now, at least, she knew there was a way out. There was hope as long as she could find a way, and the courage, to get her young son to fuck her.
She went to her window and looked down. She could see her son and she felt instant horny greed at the sight of him. Her cunt began to get wet all over again. The cunt-lapping she had had from Kate faded until it was a minor pleasure compared to what she knew was in store for her if she managed to fuck her son.
Jan knew that her boy was horny. She had seen the evidence in the stains he left on his bed sheets. And as far as she knew, he didn't have a girl friend to release his pent-up passions. It might not be too difficult to seduce him, she thought. But how to go about it?
Jan began plotting, and it began to seem more and more simple. She went to the window and called her son to her room.
"I want to move this dresser to that side of the room, sweetheart," she said when he entered her bedroom.
Ron grabbed one side of the dresser while Jan grabbed the other. They began to drag the heavy thing over the carpet when Jan let out a cry and straightened up.
"Ow, I've done something to my back," she said. "I shouldn't have tried to move that damn thing."
Ron looked at his mother with concern. "Does it hurt badly?"
"No, not too badly." Jan went over to her bed and lowered herself carefully, face down. "Would you rub it?" she asked Ron.
"Sure," he said, then went to the bed. "Where does it hurt?"
Jan told him to rub the small of her back, and that he'd straddle her to do it. He obeyed, climbing over his mother and squatting on her ass. As soon as he put his hands on her, they both began to feel exquisite sensations rise in their bodies.
Ron loved the way his mother's ass felt beneath his own. It was the most comfortable seat he'd ever had. Her cheeks were wide and firm, and he could feel her warmth penetrating his pants. His cock began to stiffen, and he had to lift a hand from her back to adjust his cock so it wouldn't be so painful.
Jan was wearing a tank-top that didn't quite come all the way down to her pants, and he could see bare skin between the two garments. Ron slipped his hands under the top so he could massage bare flesh.
Jan was encouraged. His strong fingers felt so good as they pressed and rubbed her skin.
Jan was feeling good. This time she felt even more certain that she was on the right track to alleviating her frustration. Her cunt was flowing. She could feel the heat of her cunt-juice spreading and she hoped it wouldn't wet her pants so much that it would show through.
Ron was moving his hands around more now. He slid them to her sides. He slid his ass back, so her firm cheeks were in front of him. That way, he could press his cock against the spongy mound. At first, he was afraid that she would feel his hard cock, and she would chase him away, but soon he was beyond being able to restrain himself.
Ron leaned forward, pressing his cock into that well-packed ass and sliding his hands high up his mother's back, then he pulled his hands firmly down her back and lifted his cock from the softness of her ass. By repeating that motion, Ron was managing to give his prick enough stimulation to make him homier than he'd been in a while. If he kept it up, he knew he would come come eventually, and there wouldn't be any way he could keep the fact from the fabulous woman under him. The thought of rubbing himself off on his mother's ass was such a thrilling idea that he figured it might be worth the embarrassment it would cause.
Jan knew exactly what was going on. She could feel his huge prick being shoved against her ass, and she was glad that she was having such a strong influence on the boy so soon. His motion was becoming quite obvious, and she didn't want him to waste a load of hot gism in his pants. Although she loved the way it felt, she would have to stop him from pumping her ass.
"Rub my shoulders please, baby," she cooed.
Ron had to move up her body to reach her shoulders. So he climbed over the mounds of her ass and straddled her on the other side of it. Now there wasn't anything for him to press his throbbing rod against, but he was so excited that he could barely stand to let his cock languish in his pants.
So far, so good, Jan thought. But now she had to figure a way to escalate the action. Ron's hands were getting her as hot as he obviously was, and she wouldn't be able to restrain herself before long, but now there was much less chance of scaring him away.
"Let me turn over so you can rub my shoulders from the front," she said.
Ron could hardly believe his ears. He started to get off the woman so she could turn over, but Jan stopped him. She rolled over while he merely lifted his weight from her. When she settled down on her back, looking up at Ron, he was filled with wild excitement. With her looking, up at him, he felt that he would either have to hide his passion or let himself go entirely.
Now his ass was resting on her lower belly. He had to reach over the high mountains of her tits to rub her shoulders. He could feel that his face must be flushed, and that only caused it to darken more.
Jan rested her hands on his thighs. His cock was twitching so violently.
Jan knew that things were going to heat up at any second. If Ron didn't attack her soon, she would take his hands and put them on her tits, and things would develop from there. As he rubbed her shoulders, his arms bumped those magnificent jugs a few times. The touch left a burning sensation at the point of contact for both of them.
As he watched, Jan's hippies stiffened. The skin he was caressing on her shoulders was getting moist with sweat, and Jan had an expression of lust on her face. Ron couldn't help massaging closer and closer to those tits that were quivering.
Now Ron knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grabbing her tit. Was it possible that his mom would let him feel her up? If she didn't, he didn't know what he would do. He could imagine them struggling on the bed in a fight over those knockers. He would probably have to run away from home if she tried to stop him, but that seemed a reasonable chance to take considering the reward.
Ron stared at his mother's face and tried to figure out what she wanted. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were inviting him to grab her tits without her knowing what was happening. He moved his hands down. Her tits compressed as he squeezed them as if they wanted to be crushed by him.
With a hand holding each tit, Ron dug his fingers into the doughy softness of her tits. Jan gripped his thighs, and when Ron realized that he was going to get away with this, his mind seemed to snap. He went from hopefully horny, to helplessly embroiled in lust. His hands kneaded her tits.
With her dream coming true, Jan was as lost in passion as the boy on top of her. Her mouth attacked his with furious longing. Her teeth bit into his lips and her tongue rammed into his mouth.
Ron crammed his hands under the tank-top and grabbed his mother's bare skin. The way her tits relented to his pawing drove him to even more savage groping. He stretched his body over hers and pressed his desperate cock against her stomach. Their saliva was running together, and each of their flavors spurred the other on to higher levels of passion.
Pulling the top over her tits, Ron tore his face from his mother's and squirmed down her body. His mouth caught the puckered nipple of one tit and sucked it deep into his throat. He stuffed his mouth with as much tit as he could hold. His mother used to tell him not to stuff his mouth at the dinner table, but now she tried to get him to gobble up even more by arching her back and pushing her tit up at him.
As he slobbered over her jugs, Jan grabbed his jersey and pulled at it in a desperate struggle to get it off. Ron lifted his head and helped her remove it, and Jan could see in his desperate expression, with saliva smeared all over his face, his teenage horniness overflowing all at once.
When his chest was naked, Jan ran her hands over it energetically. Her legs were spread and she was grinding her twat against her son's stomach and squeezing him between her thighs. Ron felt his mother's passionate writhings, and it amazed him to realize that she was as hungry for him as he was for her.
As Ron began to realize what was in store for him, he had to use restraint to keep from blowing his wad in his pants. He tried not to rub his cock on the bed because he knew that the slightest friction would coax his gism out. He wanted so badly to explode in his mom's twat, but he was afraid she wouldn't let him in if he had already come.
Thoughts of that cunt, still hidden in her pants, made Ron eager to go after it. He grabbed her pants. His fingers were a blur on the button and zipper, but he was so flustered that he wasn't making much progress. Jan took over and Ron just sat there and watched. The thought that she was opening her pants for him was so fantastic that he didn't know it he was dreaming or if this was real.
Jan lowered the zipper, lifted her hips and pulled her pants down. Ron helped her take them off. By the time he threw them off the bed, Jan had hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and was pulling them down too. Ron looked at the naked form on the bed and lost control of himself.
For a second he couldn't decide whether he wanted to begin exploring the furry crotch that his mother was showing him, or whether he wanted to set his imprisoned cock free. Then the tremendous energy in his prick made up his mind for him. Grabbing his belt, he began taking the rest of his clothes off.
Without taking his eyes from his mother lying there waiting for him with spread legs, he pulled his pants off as quickly as he could. His prick sprang out and vibrated before taking up its steady, pounding rhythm. As soon as Jan saw his marvelous cock, she knew that this boy was a chip off the old block. And she knew, by the aching in her pussy that his prick was exactly what she had been secretly pining for.
As soon as he was free of his clothes, Ron crawled into the space between his mother's waiting legs. He fell on top of her and stuck his hand into her crotch to find the opening that he was looking for with so much desperate longing. Jan put her hand in there too, and between the two of them, they managed to get his fat cock-head to the drooling slot.
Before he knew it, Ron had his prick up her hot, wet cunt. Immediately, his prick began bucking with wild spasms. Jan grabbed her son around the chest with her arms and around the hips with her legs, and she pumped her cunt up and down his pole for all she was worth. Ron was caught in a flurry of female lust, and all he was conscious of was the tight grip of her cunt on his meat.
He was filled with a stronger rage of ecstasy than he'd ever experienced as her cunt milked him to a blinding climax. Ron kept his cock plunging as the rest of his body spasmed along with his pistoning prick. These seconds were the crowing glory of his life.
When Ron came down from his brief visit to heaven, he realized that his mother was in the middle of an orgasm. He had seen her rub herself off to a climax in the tub that night he peeked in her window, but this was nothing like that. He had the pleasure of knowing that the orgasm he was giving her was a million times more powerful then the one she'd given herself; or so it seemed by her incredible gyrations.
When Jan stopped bouncing Ron on her bucking hips, she lay there in a spent heap of sweaty flesh.
"Oh, Ron, baby, that was the greatest fuck I've ever had. I've wanted you for so long I thought I would die. You have your father's cock and you use it just as well."
His mother's words filled Ron with pride. There didn't seem to be anything in life that he didn't have. His cock remained hard in the soggy lining of Jan's cunt as they both seemed to be waiting for something. When his cock began to grow again, they knew what it was.
Ron lay still and paid attention to his prick growing and filling her hot cavity. He felt it stretch the walls of her twat and creep up it as it came to its full bloom. Jan was contracting her cunt and giving his prick loving squeezes. Then Ron began to pump again.
He started slowly and gently, moving his cock only an inch or so. But as he kept going, his speed and the length of his thrusts increased ever so gradually. In a few minutes, Ron was stabbing her pussy with his full force, and Jan was lifting her cunt to meet his jabs. Ron's cock rammed its way up her cunt until their hair mingled, then he withdrew it to the point where his bloated cock-head peeked out of the tunnel.
Since he had just shot a load, he was good for a while before he would come again and have to stop and rest. The same was true of Jan, and they kept pumping at each other as their passions slowly mounted. The feelings that were filling Ron's prick had him suspended in rapture. Every time he shoved his cock in and stretched her pussy over it, he experienced a wave of pure pleasure equaled only by the fantastic sensation of pulling his prick from that chamber and feeling the smooth, lubricated walls tug at him.
The taut skin that covered the blown-up head of his cock began to tingle with ecstatic vibrations as the pleasure collected there. He knew that his mother was having a similar experience and he wondered if the entire lining of her cunt felt that way. She was singing her song of passion in his ear again, and he knew that her pleasure was even greater than his own.
Finally, they were reaching the level of lust where nothing existed but their intense bliss. They were both panting and making strange sounds as they thrust their hips at each other at a maddening rate. Ron's prick, covered with her juice, slid in and out, and he could feel her pussy-lips stretched to fit around his thick cock.
He stuck his fingers in her gash and felt around for her clit. It seemed like a good idea to finger her clit while he fucked her. When he touched her clit, Jan screamed, and he knew he'd found it. He kept diddling the bud, and Jan's body reacted by magnifying the movement of that finger throughout her entire body. Ron suddenly felt more like a rodeo rider in ecstasy than a kid fucking his mother.
His orgasm was about to hit, and he knew it was going to be a good one. Then he saw his mother reaching for his crotch. Her finger, which she had wet from the juice running off his plunging cock, found the entrance to his anal canal, and wiggled in. Ron had fingered his own asshole from time to time when he jerked off, but to have his mother stick her finger in there was a gift he'd never expected. She put the tip of her finger on the spot where his prostate gland was and massaged it.
Since Ron was already bursting with pre-orgasmic ecstasy, the finger in his ass sent him into paroxysms of shocked ravishment. He felt himself reach the pinnacle. When he came, it was like the blue-ribbon special that Sadie had used, but with his mother is was much better.
Ron's brain flooded with pleasure and Jan's cunt flooded with another load of sperm. She was coming, too, and her cunt was snapping on his prick, increasing his pleasure. When they stopped pounding their bodies together, they both knew they had hit heights they had never approached before.
Ron couldn't move. He was paralyzed with exhaustion after all his strength had drained from his pecker. Jan seemed in the same condition, except her body was still twitching in residual spasms once in a while. Ron's cock felt super-sensitive after having rubbed the lining of her cunt for so long, and when her cunt twitched now, he felt a jolt of ticklishness that was hard to bear.
They both began to sink into a deep sleep, and they were only half conscious when he rolled off her and snuggled along side her. Jan turned her back on Ron and he fitted his body against her. Jan reached between her legs and pulled his flaccid prick between her thighs. They spent most of the night that way.
CHAPTER NINE
Ron and Bruce were relaxing in the soda shop one afternoon a few weeks after Ron had first fucked his mother. Since then, they spent most of their nights experimenting with new pleasures. Jan had taught her son all she knew, and together they had made some exciting discoveries. Ron hadn't told any of his buddies about his new girl friend, but they were beginning to notice that Ron had a different attitude about the local chicks.
As they sipped Cokes, Mary Lou and Sally came in. They were two of the hottest chicks around, and they knew it. They would flirt with all the guys, but in order to get anything from them, you had to be a big shot on the football team or something.
As they wiggled their asses over to a booth near Ron and Bruce, Bruce licked his lips. Ron watched his friend's eyes as he followed those swaying asses. Ron felt sorry for the poor kid; Bruce was as horny as Ron used to be.
"Let's go over and talk to them," Bruce said.
"What for? You know those cunts are nothing but cock-teasers," Ron said. "They aren't going to put out for us."
"Well, you never know, and, besides, getting my cock teased is better than nothing."
Ron shrugged and followed Bruce. They said hello to the girls, then asked it they could join them. The girls said they were waiting for Carl and Chuck, but until they came they guessed that the guys could sit with them.
Ron didn't make any effort to hide the disgust on his face. But Bruce was drooling and grateful for a few minutes of the girls' time.
They sat down with the girls, and Bruce began making small talk. Ron sat quietly, hardly noticing the girls. When he had started fucking his mother, he realized that heavy chains of slavery had been lifted from him. Now he could do what he wanted without having to spend all his time chasing chicks.
"You seem to be awfully quiet, Ron," Mary Lou said to him before long.
Ron looked at her. She was smiling at him and batting her eyelashes. Ron shrugged. He had to admit she looked terrific, and she seemed so willing to be friendly that he was tempted to try to get them over to the playground where a lot of the kids went to neck. But he'd heard all the stories about these two, and he'd had a lot of experiences with other teasers. Besides, his mother had fucked his brains out the night before, and Ron was well satisfied.
"I saw you and your mother in the Jag the other day," Sally said. "Do you ever get to use her car?"
Sally knew that Ron was too young to drive, and he knew she was kidding, but he didn't care one way or the other. "Yeah, I use it sometimes. When she isn't home I sneak it out and drive around." Ron knew that two people could play that game. He found that teasing was fun.
"Oh, will you give me a ride sometime?" Sally asked with genuine interest.
Ron shrugged. "Yeah, if I see you around, I might." He was getting these girls interested, he knew, and he was learning an important lesson about handling chicks. It felt good to have them eating out of his hand for a change.
Bruce knew that Ron was lying about the car, but he knew it would help with these chicks. He had a hard cock and was hoping for a miracle. Ron was surprising him with his aloof behavior, but even in his needy condition, he was seeing the value in it.
"We hardly ever see you around the playground lately," Mary Lou said to Ron.
"I don't go there much," was all Ron said.
"We were just going over there," Sally said. "Want to come along?"
"I thought you were waiting for Carl and Chuck," Ron said.
Bruce could have kicked his buddy for reminding the girls of that. He had a lot to learn. Ron knew that the girls had just said that to make them seem in demand. They had seen both Carl and Chuck playing ball in the park, on their way to the soda shop. In his horny eagerness, Bruce had forgotten all about that.
"Well, if we're not here, they won't meet us," Mary Lou said.
"Want to go to the playground?" Ron asked Bruce.
"Sure," Bruce said. "Let's go."
They left the soda shop and headed for the playground. Ron walked slowly, and kept his mouth shut except to answer when the girls asked him something. He was being pleasant, but not outgoing. Bruce was stumbling over his own feet with his eagerness to say something witty, but the girls weren't paying any attention to him.
When they got to the playground, Ron sauntered over to the swings and sat down on one of them. He swung lazily while the girls took a swing on either side of him.
"Let's go over to the climbing trees," Bruce said.
Without waiting for the others, Ron hopped off the swing and started walking.
Ron sat on a low bough of one of the trees while the others caught up. Ron had always wanted to stick it to Sally, and he sensed a chance was at hand. He would have to try and get her alone. He guessed that if he asked Sally to go look at the pond, she would.
The pond was on the other side of the trees. There were a lot of good hiding spots over there. For the first time that day, Ron was beginning to get horny. Even though these chicks were nothing compared to his mother, a change would be nice he figured.
"Come over to the pond with me," he suddenly said to Sally.
She automatically put on her coquettish face, but she knew that she couldn't play that game with Ron, and she said she would.
When they got to the pond, Ron began skipping stones. He didn't pay much attention to Sally. Sally sat down on the ground and fooled around with some pebbles.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she suddenly asked.
Ron looked at her. "Yeah, you're pretty." He went back to skipping stones.
"Do you think I'm prettier than Mary Lou?" She had a slight pout on her face.
"Well, I don't know. You're both pretty. It depends."
"Then why did you ask me to come here with you instead of her?"
Ron dropped the stone he was about to-throw. "I like you better," he said and went over to where Sally sat. He sat down beside her, and put his arm around her.
He felt her tense up, but he leaned over and kissed her anyway. She turned her face to him, and they kissed again. This time, her mouth opened her their tongues touched. Ron immediately lifted his hand to her tit and touched the firm mound. Sally had big tits, bigger than Mary Lou's. She had long blonde hair and a freckled face. She really was pretty; after all, not all girls could become notorious cock-teasers.
She grabbed Ron's wrist and pulled his hand away from her tit. He asked what was wrong. She tried to kiss him again, to avoid answering the question, but Ron didn't let her get away with it. He reached for her tit again. This time, she let him take it. He squeezed the young jug and measured it against his mother's. It wasn't as big, but it was more firm. She wasn't wearing a bra and he felt her hard nipple. He knew that she was getting hot by the way she was puffing hot air through her nose as they tongued each other's mouths.
Ron slipped his hand from her tit to her waist, put it inside her jersey and back up to her solid tit. Now she grabbed his wrist again.
"Oh, Ron, that makes me so excited," she said.
"Well, what's wrong with that?" he asked. "I'm excited too, but I love it." As he spoke, he moved his hand back to her smooth tit.
Their mouths crashed together again. It seemed that Sally was willing to let him fondle her swollen tit now, and Ron took advantage of the situation by giving it a good massage. Sally began wiggling her body around.
Ron had heard that Sally had done some heavy necking with some guys, and there was a rumor that Bill, the captain of the football team, had actually fucked her. Ron was going to do his best to get his prick in her pussy, and he wasn't going to take any shit.
Sally had her hand on his thigh, but she wasn't doing anything terribly exciting. Ron picked up the hand, and moved it closer to his bulging basket. She resisted for a second, then gave in. He was able to put her fingers right on his pulsing prick. He realized that a few weeks before, that would have been enough to send him into a fit of desperation, but now it was only mildly exciting. There was so much more that he wanted from her.
Ron slipped his hand to the button that held her pants closed. Again, her hand captured his.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Oh, Ron," she gasped. "I can't, I really can't."
"Sure, you can," he said with a hint of humor. "You'll like it. You'll see."
When she still refused to let him open her pants, he said, "When you came back here with me, I thought you wanted to neck."
"We are necking, but you're going too far."
"Well, a guy can't just keep kissing for hours, you know. It gets painful. A guy has to have some release."
As he spoke, he began unfastening his own pants. When Sally saw what he was doing, she tried to squirm away, but Ron held on to her. He pulled his cock out, then he grabbed Sally and pulled her to him. He kissed her and pushed his prick against her side. She felt it throbbing there, then she opened her mouth to admit Ron's tongue again. She was getting used to the idea of having his cock touching her.
When he thought she was ready, Ron tried to unfasten her pants again. He knew that his cock had excited her and that she was just being coy. She was letting him open her pants. He pulled down the zipper, exposing her smooth belly and the top of her bikini undies.
Ron put his fingertips on the soft skin and slipped them into her panties. He felt her furry hair in there. Sally was beyond resisting now. She was lying limply in his arms.
Ron took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. She touched it gingerly, but soon she was running her fingers up and down the shaft and playing with his balls. Ron had crammed his hand farther down her pants and was holding her plump mound tightly. He took his hand away from her pussy just long enough to tug the pants down far enough to give him access to her crotch. Then he grabbed her cunt again.
Ron curled one finger into the spongy lips. She was already very wet, and his finger slid in smoothly. Sally gave a little cry at the intrusion of the finger into her tender pussy. Ron felt around in the outer regions, then slipped the finger up her tube. It was nice and tight, and if it hadn't been for the slippery fluid flowing out, he never would have been able to penetrate her hole.
Sally hugged him tightly. When Ron had first poked his finger up her cunt, her hand had gone slack on his cock, but now she resumed her fingering. Since Ron hadn't had an orgasm in over twelve hours, he was raging with randiness. She was moving the loose skin over his prick, and Ron was taking off.
To prolong his pleasure, he told Sally to go easy on his prick. She moved her hand down to his big balls and lifted them in her hand. When she slipped her fingertips under the sack and tickled him between his balls and asshole, he knew that she wasn't as innocent as she pretended to be.
Meanwhile, Ron was giving her all the benefit of his recent training in cunt massage.
Ron wanted to rub this chick off, and he was going to do a good job of it. He listened to her hoarse moans to keep track of his progress. His finger stirred around deep in her cunt, rubbing the wet walls. There seemed to be room for another finger in there, but as he slid another one in, Sally groaned as if in pain. Ron slowed down his finger-stuffing, but he didn't give up, and he soon had two fingers in her pussy.
Sally was obviously getting excited with his cuntal massage. Ron was spreading his fingers, stretching her pussy in all possible directions. There was really a lot of room in there, but unless he held the walls apart with his fingers, they collapsed and her cuntal tunnel became a narrow sleeve again.
Reaching in as far as he could, Ron tried to touch the very end of the tunnel, but he couldn't reach it, not even with Sally bearing down on his hand. There was juice running freely and his hand was soaking wet. Keeping his two fingers up there, he pressed his wet palm into the front of her pussy where her clit was.
Sally didn't seem to be very far from her climax, and Ron wanted to come with her.
"Now grab my cock," he whispered to her. "That's it. Now stroke it! Faster! Ah-h-h-h!"
He was glad to know that Sally was out of her mind in the grip of torrential orgasm. Her body bucked powerfully and she screamed sounds that proved her pleasure.
"I'm c-c-coming!" Ron gasped as he felt his gism surge through his prick.' Faster! Faster!"
The harder Sally pumped his prick, the more powerful the climax would be. She wasn't selfish about doing her share. Even though his cream was splashing on her arm and belly, she didn't mind and she kept it coming. She was shaking with ecstasy, but she managed to do a good job on Ron's cock.
If only the kids at the soda shop could see them now, Ron thought, Sally would lose her reputation as a cock-teaser, or he would be known as a super-stud. Ron had to grab her arm to stop her jerking on his spent cock, and he stopped rubbing her wet pussy.
"That was great, Sally."
She didn't say a word, but took a tissue from her pocket and began mopping the gism from her body. Then she pulled up her pants. Ron just lay there, watching her, with his shriveling cock hanging out. When she was all put together, she gave him a weak smile and stood up.
"Let's go back to the others," she said.
As Ron shoved his cock back into his pants, he noticed two kids across the pond. They were trying to hide behind some bushes, but one of them moved and Ron spotted them. He thought he recognized one. It was a boy who hung around the soda shop, and Ron knew that the story would get around. He didn't say anything about the peekers to Sally. As he stood up, he noticed that one of the guys watching seemed to be jerking off.
They found Bruce and Mary Lou lounging on the grass. They seemed to be ignoring each other. Ron and Sally sat down with them, but no one seemed willing to say much.
Finally, Mary Lou said to Sally, "Let's get going, huh?" and they said good-bye to the boys.
As they left, Sally looked back at Ron and gave him a warm smile. He smiled back and wondered if there might be more good times coming from that chick.
"Shit. Fucking bitch," Bruce said, kicking at the grass.
"What happened?"
"Oh, that cunt was all smiles and everything, but when I tried to kiss her she wouldn't let me. Finally, I managed to put my arm around her and she gave me a few kisses, but that was it. Bitch. Cunt. How did you do?"
Ron held his hand out toward Bruce's face. Bruce took one whiff and knew the story. "And she jerked me off, too," Ron added.
"Fuck. Let's go." Bruce was in a dark mood. "Why do I always get stuck with the wrong chick?"
"You didn't have the wrong chick," Ron told him. "You blew it be being too eager. Those girls have to be ignored to get interested."
"How the hell can I ignore them when my cock is practically ripping through my fucking pants?" Bruce was kicking stones along the sidewalk as they walked, trying to relieve his frustration. "How can you be so cool? It didn't look like you were even interested."
Ron wanted to tell his friend of his new sex life, but he had a better idea.
"Listen, come by tonight, but don't go to the door. Climb up on the roof of the porch and you'll see a lit window with the shade not quite all the way down. Take a peek."
CHAPTER TEN
Jan wasn't at home when Ron got there. He went up to her room and lay down on the bed. Holding his hand to his nose, he breathed in the odor of Sally's cunt.
His mother would be back soon, he figured. He wanted to take a shower so he would be ready for her. He had been fucking so much lately that he was surprised that he had any gism left in him, but he figured that his balls must be working overtime to keep the supply up.
As he showered, he noticed his mother's douche bag and sniffed it. The smell of the peppermint douch his mother used made his cock jump. Looking down at his pecker, Ron felt proud of the beast with its wide head bobbing up and down. He couldn't resist grabbing it, and as soon as he did, he knew he would have to jerk off.
Standing so the water hit his prick, Ron moved his fist up and down the shaft while still holding the douche nozzle under his nose. As he got more and more excited, he couldn't help sticking the long nozzle into his mouth. It had a nice taste, but that wasn't what was so exciting about it. It made him think of that deep, wet passage that was between his mother's legs.
For the second time that day, Ron began to feel the thrill of an orgasm coming on. The juice gathered in his balls. With undiminished fury, Ron began shooting bullets of goo into the falling water. He was left with his empty gun in his hand and a warm sensation of pleasure. But unlike jerking off in the old days, this was just a diversion between fucks.
by the time Ron stepped out of the shower, he heard his mother coming into the house. He ran out to greet her without bothering to get dressed. They hugged and Ron's prick began to rise. Jan began to drop the packages that she had carried in from the car.
"I spent the whole day shopping," she said. "I'll show you what I bought."
She told Ron to go into the living room, while she put her new clothes on. Without bothering to get dressed, he waited impatiently.
It seemed like a long wait, but Jan finally came into the room wearing a pants-suit. Ron had to admit she looked pretty good in it. The jacket fit snuggly, but it looked comfortable. Her tits held the front of the garment high off her chest. The slacks hugged her ass and showed its perfect curves. Ron's cock began to stir as he looked at the crack of her ass.
Jan took off the jacket, and showed Ron the blouse she wore beneath it. The blouse was made of some sort of white, gauzy material, and Ron could see her nipples right through it. His prick lifted higher.
Jan took off the top and shook her tits at her son just for an extra treat. Then she took off the slacks and stood in a new pair of panties. Those new undies were the most spectacular he'd seen.
They were nothing but a bit of fabric covering her crotch and ass. The sides were a piece of string holding the thing up.
Jan walked up to her boy and turned around. He could see the tight curls through the thing, and her ass-crack looked sexy as hell.
She turned to face the boy again, and she placed one leg onto the arm of his chair. Ron's cock stiffened to its full hardness. A faint whiff of pussy odor completed the effect. He wanted to grab his cock and jerk it.
She turned again, giving him a shot of her ass. She grabbed the skimpy garment and pulled it up higher. Before his eyes, the thing began to disappear into that dark crevice between her ass-cheeks. Jan gave her hips a wiggle, and the cheeks quivered on either side of the weird garment that she had filling her crack. Again, she turned and showed Ron how she could pull the front of the panties into her cunt. The hairy lips popped out and bit down on the gauzy material.
He couldn't help reaching out and grabbing her around the waist. She didn't resist when he pulled her down on top of him. They kissed and wrestled playfully in the chair. He bit those wobbling titties, causing his mother to cry out. She grabbed his hard prick, making him holler.
Ron leaned forward with her in his arms, then stood up. He didn't have too much trouble carrying her upstairs. He went into her room and threw her on the bed.
Ron remembered what he told Bruce. It was early, but maybe his friend would show up in time. He went to the window and lifted the shade and pretended to look out. When he pulled it down, he left a few inches for Bruce to peek though. Then he ran toward the bed and dove. Jan laughed as he landed on her. She loved his youthful enthusiasm, and he was making her feel young again.
They grabbed each other and kissed. They both felt how hot and fat his cock was. The heat from his mother's body sent a charge of pleasure through him, and he was determined to make this fuck even better and wilder than the others.
Their mouths came together and they traded kisses. Ron felt his mother's tits on his chest. He ran his hand down her back all the way from her neck to the round fullness of her ass. His mother's body was so smooth and firm that he still couldn't believe he had it all to himself.
He slipped his fingers into the crease of her ass. It was nice and warm in there. Jan lifted a leg and put it over Ron's hip, opening her crotch to him. Ron moved his finger up and down in her valley, then decided he would come back to it later.
His fingers crawled over her crotch to her cunt. From there it was a straight line into her oozing pussy. The hot cream seeping out let him enter smoothly. Jan gasped as she felt her son's strong finger part the inner lips and pass through-She reached over Ron's hip to his ass. As he wiggled his finger around in her cunt, she pushed a finger up his bum.
Without lubrication her finger hurt him slightly, but not enough to cancel the pleasure it sent through him. Ron was experiencing a thrill that he had never achieved with his own finger. There was no disputing his mother's fantastic talent. With her middle finger up his ass, she tickled his balls with her little finger.
Ron was sliding his finger in and out of his mother's cunt, and he was smearing her juice on the puckered entrance to her ass. Soon the backdoor was well-lubed and he pushed his finger into it. Now he had a finger in each hole. He could feel one finger with the other through the thin wall that separated them. When he wiggled the fingers, Jan's body shook crazily.
"Oh, honey, that feels so-o-o-o-o good. M-m-m-m," she moaned right into his ear.
When they began to get bored with each other's assholes, Jan whispered to her son, "Will you do something extra special for me?"
Ron stiffened in anticipation. He was going to learn another technique. He wondered what it was going to be.
"Eat my pussy," Jan said in an excited voice.
Ron felt a shock of lust shoot through him. Without even answering he began sliding down her body.
He stopped at her tits and gave them a good working over with his mouth and tongue. When he thought he'd done all he could there, he continued. As he brought his face to the curly triangle, the smell of hot pussy juice filled his nostrils. He knew that in another few seconds he would have his face buried in that hot muff. The curls were tickling his nose and chin as he burrowed his mouth into her twat.
He stuck his tongue through the hair and found the lips. The taste of cunt immediately filled his mouth. It was a shock at first, but as soon as he got used to it, it acted as a stimulant and it drove him on to a wild tongue lashing. He covered her snatch with frantic wipes of his tongue, like a kid with an ice-cream cone on a hot day.
Ron heard the sound of someone at the window. It was a faint sound and he wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been listening for it. Jan didn't seem to notice. The thought of someone watching him in this perverted position made it even more exciting.
He remembered when he had been out there peeking in at his mother. If Bruce was having half as much fun as he'd had out there, he was doing all right. Ron tried to show off by really throwing himself into the cunt-lapping job. He wrapped his arms around his mom's thighs and ground his face into her soaking pussy.
"Ron," Jan said suddenly in alarm, "I think I hear someone at the window.
Ron didn't want his mother to worry, so he came clean. "It's Bruce," he said. "I sort of told him to look in the window. I hope you don't mind."
Jan thought about it for a while. She didn't feel angry, and she soon realized that the idea made her more excited.
"Tell him to come in," she told Ron.
Ron was surprised to hear that, but it sounded like a good idea to him too. He was proud of his mother for being such a good sport. He went to the window and opened it.
"Hi, Bruce. My mother wants you to come in."
"Well, ah, I-I'm not alone. Ah, my brother Bob is out here, and so are a few other guys."
Ron was flabbergasted. He didn't think Bruce would bring a whole audience with him. Jan had heard what Bruce said, and she told Ron it was all right. They could all come in, Ron didn't know if he liked that idea. He didn't mind sharing his mother with his best friend, but as he looked out the window at the crowd, he realized that he didn't even know some of them. Jealousy began to sneak up on him.
There wasn't anything he could do about it now, but he was sure going to give it to Bruce the next time they were alone.
"Well, come on in," he called to the guys on the roof. .
One by one, they crawled through the window. Ron counted six guys in all, and he made seven. What was his mother planning to do with seven guys? They stood around while Bruce introduced them to Jan. She was lying there naked, and the guys were devouring her with their eyes. Ron noticed that she seemed to enjoy it.
"Well, don't just stand there, take your clothes off and hop in," she said. She meant hop into bed, but the boys thought she meant to hop into her, and that was in her plans too.
The sight of six boys throwing their clothes off as fast as they could made Jan feel like a reward in a stripping contest. The winner came to the bed and climbed on. He jumped on Jan and kissed her. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. The other naked guys crowded around the bed and watched the show. They were getting a much better view than they had from the window, and now they were going to be part of the show.
The boy with Jan lost no time mounting her and shoving his cock up her snatch. When Ron saw his mother grab his cock to help him in, he felt resentful. He went to her chair and sat down. His world with his mother seemed to be falling apart.
He heard the guy on his mother begin to grunt with ecstasy, and he felt worse. But when he heard his mother's animal moans of joy, he began to understand why she wanted all those guys for a fuck. He would love to jump from cunt to cunt in an orgy of crazy fucking, so how could he blame her for taking advantage of the situation.
Now that he was feeling better, he got up and went to the bed. The kid on her was in the middle of an orgasm, and his mother was obviously in ecstasy too. Ron's cock, which had gone soft in his mood of jealousy, was now rising again. He had to admit that it was exciting to watch her fucking that kid.
When the boy finished his fuck, he rolled off her and another guy took his place. In the two seconds that Jan was between fucks, all the guys got a good view of a woman caught in mid-climax. She looked like a statue in honor of lust. Her gaping legs looked so inviting, and her cunt was open. Her arms reached out for whoever was going to be her next fucker. On her face was the look of a woman in unbelievable bliss.
As soon as the second kid began to fuck, Jan began screaming with pleasure. The new cock in her was just starting though, and by the time he was coming, Jan was somewhere on the way to her next orgasm. The boys took their turns, and when they weren't fucking, they were watching.
Ron imagined what it must be like to get fucked over and over like that. His mother's moans had become constant, although they were reduced in intensity. Her body kept undulating at the same rate whether a kid was fucking her or not. She was in a state of perpetual orgasm; a condition that a man could never know.
Some of the guys were having seconds. Bruce was fucking her for the second time, and it was strange for Ron to see his best pal on top of his mom, plunging his prick into her.
Ron decided to take a turn. He wasn't going to, but now he was horny and had to have it. Besides, the idea of fucking with all these guys standing around watching seemed exciting. As soon as Bruce rolled off, Ron hopped on. He had to stab her cunt while she kept writhing in her frenzied condition. Her cunt was such a sloppy mess that it was easy for him to slide his cock in.
He hardly had to do any work at all. Jan was jerking her hips spasmodically, with enough force to bounce Ron up and down on her. He tried to get into sync with her rhythm, but it wasn't easy to match that convulsive dance of insane ecstasy. Her pussy was contracting more fiercely than he'd ever felt it contract before, and that egged his passion on.
When he felt himself about to come, he let himself go as if he were alone. He heard his voice begin the wanton sounds of pleasure, and it seemed louder than the other kids had moaned, but he didn't care. He was used to fucking this chick and it was his mother, so it figured that he would enjoy filling her with gism more than the others.
When Ron had shot his load, he stayed on top of her out of habit. They guys who were waiting weren't going to let him get away with that though. They dragged him off. Ron didn't mind. After his orgasm in that marvelous cunt, he was glad to share his mother.
He knew that his mother was a valuable natural resource, and she belonged to all the horny kids of the world.
