Sex abuse in state institutions has been the subject of a number of newspaper editorials and exposes in the past several years. There is, in fact, an active campaign underway in many parts of the country to correct these situations that exist in our publicly financed institutions.
Recent newspaper stories in southern California have exposed the sexual misconduct of adult employees in juvenile correctional facilities. Female guards have been charged with homosexual conduct with young girl inmates and male authorities have been reported to make young boys inmates their sexual slaves in homosexual relationships.
The situation has reached the point where a total of seven biographies of people engaged in this sordid business have been published in the last year. These lurid, candid accounts tell us what takes place in the institutions, but we're seldom given a glance at what led up to the emergence of the behavioral pattern.
In She Helped Her Daughter Ms. Grey gives us a novel about a woman who might well become tomorrow's scathing expose headline. Alice Herter is a thirty-seven-year-old divorcee with a teenage daughter. She considers herself a failure and blames her parents for her emotional situation in life. She is bitter, frustrated, and suddenly out of work. We recognize that she had drifted into her current situation and that she see her newly discovered joy of sex with young boys as her salvation.
What the author is pointing out here is that many human beings grab at any straw and look to some external force to guide them and save them. In this there are even strong hints about the paternalistic society of Big Brother, although Ms. Grey does touch these only subtly and indirectly. Despite the heavy use of eroticism, the author's point is well made.
Alice Herter's final decision in this novel, to accept a position at a juvenile facility, offers the reader a good deal of food for thought. On the surface we can see the advent of obvious sexual abuse on the part of the frustrated woman on the young boys at the facility. But beyond this natural extension of the story line we can also see the author's rather unpleasant premise that basically the human being is weak and lacking in will power. While this has been demonstrated on so many levels of our contemporary society, few of us will readily accept the fact that we are basically weak. On the other hand, the author might well be suggesting that our demonstrated weakness is really only a natural extension of our conditioning.
The reader will have to decide when he finishes this enjoyable novel. The author has taken a slice of our contemporary society from the current headlines and held it up for a closer inspection.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
A flash of movement caught Alice Herter's eye. She straightened up from the pile of bricks in her back yard and took a long sip from her third, strong Tom Collins of the evening.
There it was again! The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee recognized the boy immediately. It was Johnny Parsons who lived on the other side of the ravine behind her house. And he was stark naked! A twelve-year-old streaker, she thought to herself with a smile as she watched the youngster gambol through the heavy brush. Even at this distance she could see his young penis bob about at his crotch as he darted into the secret clubhouse some of the neighborhood children had constructed at the bottom of the ravine.
It was a warm spring evening and Alice could hardly blame the boy for gamboling about in the nude. Still she was glad her thirteen-year-old daughter, Cindy, wasn't here to see the naked boy. I'll have to do something about fencing off the back of the property, Alice thought. It was one of the many things her ex-husband, Larry, had talked about doing but somehow never attended to during their often stormy marriage.
Like the barbecue pit he planned and never built, Alice sighed to herself as she bent down and scooped more mortar from the pan and applied it to the line of bricks she was laying. Alice had read a book on brick laying and had decided to build the charcoal brazier herself. She had been at it for over a week, mixing a small amount of mortar every evening after she came home from work and carefully building the outdoor grill a little bit at a time.
The vision of Johnny's freely bobbing little prick crossed the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's mind as she tapped the last brick in the line into place. A troubling warmth swept through her system. Alice held no illusions about herself. She knew she was horny, sexually frustrated to the point of nervous agitation, but it was of her own choosing. She hadn't been to bed with a man for over eight months now, and the thought of an affair with all of the emotional demands the man would make on her was enough to make her shudder.
She took a deep swallow of her drink and stood back to appraise her evening's work on the grill. Her brick work wasn't perfect by any means, but she was proud of the way her effort was shaping up. This was another instance in which the attractive, thirty-seven-year-old woman had proven to herself that she did not need a man in her life:
Not that men ignored Alice Herter. On the contrary! At thirty-seven Alice was a very attractive woman. She had retained her small, petite figure. Her breasts were still firm and pointed. Alice had always been proud of her breasts. They were larger and heavier than her slight frame suggested and she enjoyed seeing men turn around for a second look when she passed on the street. Alice went on periodic diets to keep her waist trim and her tummy flat and lately she had been adding a special rinse when she washed her hair to keep the gray flecks in her raven tresses from showing.
Alice Herter knew that the years had been kind to her. She had changed very little in appearance from when she was in her twenties. Inwardly, however, a chemical change was taking place in her body. Her sexual urges were becoming more and more demanding, and it was becoming more and more difficult to satisfy her sex drive with the vibrator she had purchased through the mail.
She had always been a sexually passionate woman. Alice had never kidded herself about the fact that she enjoyed sex. Physically, she loved the erotic pleasures of her sensual body. But she had always been so completely miserable in her emotional relationships with members of the opposite sex! After her divorce, Alice had gone to bed with a number of men and in each instance she had found herself suddenly involved in an emotional hassle she couldn't stand! The last one was with a married man who was so jealous of her he called her six or seven times a day at work and often followed her in his car when she went to the supermarket on her regular weekly shopping trip. When Alice finally reached the point where she couldn't take another moment of his unreal demands, she had to threaten to call his wife in order to break off with the jealous man. It was at that point that Alice decided she would stop dating altogether.
What in the world is that Parson boy doing in the clubhouse, she wondered as she drained her Tom Collins and stood staring down the ravine behind her house? Twilight was approaching, but there was still plenty of daylight and she hadn't seen any movement since the naked twelve-year-old boy dashed into the brush surrounding the small structure.
Alice smiled as she swayed slightly when she placed the glass on top of the pile of bricks. A pleasant, devil-may-care feeling surged through her body. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee knew that she was drinking too much lately, but she didn't care. It helped ease the tension of her daily existence. Besides, Cindy had gone to the high school basketball game and wouldn't be home for dinner.
Alice heard herself giggle out loud when she once again brought the vision of the young boy's bobbing penis to mind. It looked like a small sausage bouncing up and down at his groin as he ran. But what in the world was he doing naked in that clubhouse? Alice knew that the boy had very little parental supervision. His father was an alcoholic who had a radio talk show in the evening, patterning himself as a poor man's version of the popular Johnny Carson TV show, and the boy's mother worked part time in real estate sales. As a consequence, twelve-year-old Johnny was home alone a good deal of the time. Alice wondered what mischief the boy could be up to in the clubhouse. None of the neighborhood children were in evidence and Alice was relatively certain Johnny was alone.
Alice decided to find out. She took several steps toward the ravine and had to stop to inhale deeply to regain her balance when the alcohol in her system made her sway precariously. I'm higher than a kite, she laughed to herself! She stood perfectly still for a moment and then began making her way carefully and silently down the ravine.
A rather deep crevice ran the length of the block between Capricorn and Sagittarius streets in Santee, California. It was what remained of a river bed that once carried the runoff from the sand-rock mountains nearby. In planning the community, the astrology-minded developer had constructed several small dams to create miniature lakes. Lake front lots brought a handsome price, but the developer was cautious about turning any of this windfall back to the property owners in the area. Fences ran along the sides of the back-to-back lots, but no effort had been made to divide the properties in the ravine.
The Herter and Parson houses were separated by over fifty yards, the majority of which had been left in its natural state. There were large holders scattered along the old river bed and scrub brush dotted the ravine. Alice made her way slowly down the bank. Her mind was swimming in an alcoholic haze, but by moving carefully she managed to keep from stumbling or making any noise. The clubhouse, which was made up of two large furniture crates, was hidden behind two big holders. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee approached the structure from behind the rocks so that she wouldn't be seen.
Alice could hear the boy inside as she moved quietly along the side of the clubhouse. He was breathing heavily and moaning softly and the woman wondered if he was all right. She tried to look through the cracks between the boards, but the boys had papered the inside walls and she couldn't see a thing.
Alice stealthily approached the opening that served as the door to the clubhouse. The boys had covered the entrance with an old tarp nailed across the top of the door in an effort to provide privacy for those inside. The canvas cover swayed slightly in the gentle breeze coming down the slope and Alice stopped short of the opening and flattened her back against the wooden crate.
Taking a deep breath, the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee summoned the nerve to place her fingers gently against the canvas and press inward until a narrow crack appeared at the edge of the door. The inside of the clubhouse was bathed in deep shadows and it took the woman's eyes a moment to adjust.
When her vision cleared, Alice's breath caught in her throat. Johnny Parson was in her direct line of vision. He was seated on the floor with his back propped against the wall of the furniture crate. His naked legs were spread apart and his hand was working feverishly at his groin.
The thirty-seven-year-old woman's eyes seemed to freeze on the twelve-year-old boy's crotch. The cute little sausage that had bobbed up and down as he ran had become a rigid cock. The pulsating tip of his organ seemed to beam like a red beacon as the child's hand pumped relentlessly up and down his shaft.
The darling little devil is masturbating! Alice exclaimed to herself. He's sitting there staring at the wall and jacking off! The thirty-seven-year-old woman's first reaction was indignation, yet she knew very well that what the youth was doing was perfectly natural and normal. Although she had read a great deal about normal sexual behavior in children, this was the first time Alice had ever seen a young boy playing with himself.
And out here where anybody can see him, she said to herself. What if Cindy had chanced to walk down here instead of me, Alice thought, wondering how her thirteen-year-old daughter would react to the scene before her eyes.
What was the boy staring at on the wall? Reluctantly, Alice forced her eyes to leave the strangely arousing sight of the twelve-year-old boy's crotch and she glanced up at the walls in the interior of the clubhouse. Once again her breath caught in her throat! The walls were covered with large photographs of naked girls! It took a moment for Alice's alcohol-fogged brain to register that the boys had cut the center folds out of Playboy and Penthouse magazines and pasted them all over the walls of their secret clubhouse. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee was certain that none of the parents knew about this erotic interior decoration on the part of their children!
When Alice returned her gaze to the twelve-year-old boy's crotch, she noticed that his hand seemed to be moving faster in its pumping motion up and down the rigid shaft of his prick. He needs to be taught a lesson, she said to herself, and as the notion crossed her mind she almost giggled out loud. At least he'll learn to be more cautious in the future!
Without stopping to consider what she was doing, Alice brushed the canvas covering of the door aside, stooped low and swung her body into the clubhouse in one quick movement. She found herself standing almost directly above the naked child and her eyes bore straight into his.
"Hello, Johnny!" she said in a mischievous voice. "What are you doing?"
Johnny Parson had never been so frightened or embarrassed in his young twelve years! His heart leapt to his throat and his young stomach seemed to chum like a cement mixer!
"Oh! Awk!" the youth muttered.
It was all the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee could do to keep from laughing out loud. The young boy's face turned a bright beet red. His hand seemed to freeze on his rigid prick, his fingers wrapped firmly around the swollen shaft. His jaw dropped and he looked up at her with an open-mouthed stare.
"It looks like you're jacking off, Johnny," Alice said as devilishly as she could. "Mind if I sit down and watch?"
CHAPTER TWO
Alice squatted down on the floor of the club house and sat Indian-fashion with her legs tucked up under her. For a moment she wasn't conscious of the fact that in this position her crotch was completely exposed to the youth facing her. She saw his young eyes riveted on her groin, and the thirty-seven-year-old woman's alcohol-induced devil-may-care attitude found this brazen display before a naked twelve-year-old boy strangely stimulating and amusing. Alice had worn her wraparound denim skirt for working on the brazier and she had a habit of never wearing underclothes when she was around the house. The sexy divorcee was reasonably certain that the boy had an unobstructed view of her pussy, and it was all she could do to keep a straight face when she saw him staring open-mouthed at her crotch.
"What's the matter, Johnny? Cat got your tongue?" Alice teased.
"No, ma'am-I mean, Mrs. Herter," the twelve-year-old boy stammered.
"Call me Alice," she smiled. "After all, if you're going to let me watch you jack off, we can't be too formal, can we?"
Johnny's heart pounded in his young ears like the thunder of a Gothic rainstorm! His cheeks were burning up! The young boy wanted to avert his eyes from the older woman's intruding presence in his private domain, but he could not tear his gaze from the exciting sight of her exposed cunt! Even though the walls of the club house were covered with bare pussies this was the first time the twelve-year-old boy had ever seen a real cunt!
And it belonged to Mrs. Herter, the woman Johnny secretly thought was the sexiest girl in the whole neighborhood! How many times had he jacked off thinking about what she must look like in the nude? How he loved the way she wore her long black hair in a flip so that it bounced freely as she walked along. And those big, pointed tits of hers. They bounced just like her hair!
The youth was unconscious of the fact that his hand was slowly beginning to move up and down the hard, glistening shaft of his rigid penis once again, but the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee noticed his renewed stroking immediately. The whole thing seemed so unreal to her! It was as if she had drunk herself into a stupor and was having a wild, erotic dream! The euphoric haze that enveloped her brain seemed to radiate a strange warmth that swept through her system.
"It's warm in here," Alice sighed, unconsciously wiping the tiny beads of perspiration from her brow.
"Yeah," Johnny murmured.
"You should be comfortable," she sighed, "you're naked. I'll bet what makes it so warm in here are all these pictures of naked girls. Look at the big tits on that girl over there! And that girl with the blonde pussy! My, my! Does it make you warm to look at them, Johnny?"
Alice knew she was being devilish to taunt the youth like this, but she couldn't help herself. It was as if there was something forcing her to talk like this. The words "tits" and "pussy" coming from her mouth made her feel terribly daring and naughty!
"Yeah, sort of," the boy stammered. He was familiar with these words, all the kids used them, but he'd never heard them from an adult woman before! The fact that he was staring straight up her pussy when she said the word "pussy" made his blood surge through his young system.
"You think these girls have sexy bodies?" Alice asked teasingly.
"Oh, maybe," she sighed, stretching her arms dramatically so that her full pointed breasts jutted out against the sheer fabric of her knit blouse. "But I don't think they're that great. Why, I've got as good a body as most of them!"
"You sure do, uh, Alice!" the boy agreed, his eyes glued to the thick mat of black curly hair covering her crotch.
"How do you know?" she taunted. "You've never seen me naked have you?"
"Well, no," the boy acknowledged, his hand increasing the pumping motion in his lap.
"Would you like to see me naked?" Alice teased, unable to believe that the words had come from her mouth, yet strangely becoming more and more excited by the moment as her gaze seemed to fix on the stimulating sight of the young child's hard cock.
"Gee, yeah!" the boy gasped, his balls aching as his young blood coursed wildly through them.
"Well, it is warm in here," she sighed, "but I don't know if I should."
"Oh, please! Please, Alice!" the boy begged.
"You want to see me naked?" she taunted.
"Oh yes!"
"You want to look at my body while you jack-off?"
"Yes!" the boy gasped, desperately trying to fill his straining lungs with air.
"You can already see my cunt, can't you, Johnny?" she said devilishly.
"Well, gee-yes," the boy stammered, his cheeks turning a fire engine red.
"Do you like it?"
"Uh-huh," the boy said almost under his breath.
"Does it excite you?" Alice persisted.
"Gosh, yes!" Johnny murmured, wishing she would stop talking like this! His balls were straining so much they hurt like the devil!
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt if you saw the rest of me," he thirty-seven-year-old woman giggled, reaching down to pull her knit blouse free of the waistband of her skirt and slowly pull it off over her head.
The twelve-year-old boy's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her heavy breasts suddenly explode into sight. They quivered like firm mounds of Jello when they were freed of the material of her blouse, and her dark red nipples seemed to be pointing directly at his staring eyes! The youth was certain that the older woman had the best set of tits he had ever seen in his life! They were better than any of the girls on the wall by far!
"You like my tits?" Alice asked impishly, watching the young boy staring at her breasts.
"Gee, they're the best I've ever seen!" he gasped, stroking his trembling prick in his hand.
"Um, that feels better!" Alice remarked, stretching lazily so that her breasts jutted out toward the excited young boy. "Guess I'll take off my skirt and shoes."
Johnny's hand worked steadily at his excited groin as he watched the older woman pull herself to her feet and kick off her sneakers. She moved above him so that he was staring straight up her full thighs and into her cunt as she unbuttoned the waistband on her skirt and casually pulled it free of her body and dropped it on the floor. Alice's body acted as if it was in a dream world. She seemed to be floating on air! She turned slowly, giving the boy's lust-filled eyes a full tour of her naked body.
"Is my ass too broad, Johnny?" she asked teasingly, jutting her tail out at his face.
"Gosh, no!"
"You're such a sweet boy!" she laughed.
"You're about the sexiest woman on earth!" the twelve-year-old boy said with youthful enthusiasm.
"Oh, you're just saying that!"
"No! I mean it, Alice!" he exclaimed, the passionate love for her that was sweeping through his body wounded by her doubt. "Could I ... Well, I mean ... Could I...." the boy struggled.
"Could you what?" Alice demanded, squatting down on the floor beside the naked youth. "Come on, Johnny. We're naked together, so no secrets between us-okay? Out with it! What is it you want?"
"Gee, Alice, could I ... well, could I touch you?" the boy asked, his hand holding his rigid, straining prick tightly.
"You mean cop a feel?" she laughed, feeling like a teenager again for the first time in years.
"Could I?" the boy asked breathlessly. "I mean, well, you could feel me. If you want to, I mean," the boy stammered with his cheeks once again flushing a bright red.
Alice wanted to laugh aloud! The show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine games of youth! It made her feel like a young girl again, like an innocent child exploring forbidden areas.
"Okay," she giggled. "What do you want to feel, Johnny?"
"Your tits!" the boy returned without hesitation. "Can I?"
"Sure," she laughed.
The woman watched the twelve-year-old boy reluctantly release his caressing grip on his rigid penis as he reached out with both hands to touch her breasts. She followed his young fingers as they tremblingly approached her bosom, and then she felt him touch her.
Excitement surged suddenly through her body when she felt the film of moisture on his fingers caress her nipples. She didn't know if his hands were perspiring from excitement or were simply covered with the glistening lubricating juices that coated his darling little cock, but the feeling of the warm moisture touching her sensitive nipples seemed to make her skin prickle with a pleasantly stimulating heat.
"Do you like my tits?' she asked in a low voice as the boy's eager fingers fondled her chest.
"Wow, yeah! They're neat!" the boy exclaimed. "UUuummmm," she sighed. "I like that! It feels good when you rub my nipples like that, Johnny." The boy's excitement surged when he felt her nipples suddenly pop erect beneath his caressing fingers. One moment they were soft and yielding to his probing touch, and then they became hard and pointed, quivering and throbbing.
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's body gradually came wonderfully alive, pulsing with her long suppressed passion. She could feel it swelling and surging inside her as the twelve-year-old boy's precious little fingers fondled her nipples. She leaned back with a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment, allowing her body to luxuriate in the growing excitement of her passion. She could feel her pulse quicken as the sparks surged from-her nipples through her system.
A familiar itch began between her legs, the itch she knew would soon become a burning demand. Alice knew she should stop this naughty, teasing game with the young boy at once, but she couldn't bring herself to do it! It felt so good! And the need in her body was so strong!
"Wouldn't you like to touch me in other places?" Alice heard herself ask in an almost coy voice as the itch became more demanding and threatened to begin burning.
"Can I touch your ... your pussy?" the twelve-year-old boy blurted out excitedly.
I "Wasn't that our deal? That you could feel me and I could feel you?" Alice asked, opening her eyes and staring devilishly at the youth. "Go ahead."
Johnny saw the older woman straighten her legs out and spread her thighs wide apart. Her pussy seemed to open like a flower before his excited eyes. The erotic jungle of her thickly matted black pubic hair parted to show the outline of her pink meat and the boy hesitantly reached out with trembling fingers to explore the dark mystery of her sex.
The divorcee's skin tingled when she felt the youth's fingers brush against her thighs. She stared down and saw his fingers slowly approach her quivering cunt. Her heart seemed to stop beating in anticipation. Then the boy's warm hand was on her pubic mound and the unbearable itch became a surge of joy that swept through her veins like an angry river!
"OOOooohhhhh!" she sighed. "That feels so gooooood!"
"Do you like me to play with you?" the boy asked breathlessly as his bold fingers slipped into the warmth and moisture of her nest.
"Oh yes, darling!" she said in an urgent voice.
"Do you ... well, do you play with yourself?" the boy wanted to know.
"Of course, Johnny," she sighed. "OOOooohhh! Rub me there, right there! All human beings play with themselves."
"Gee, even adults?"
"Of course," the woman assured the boy as he ran his exploring young fingers up and down the length of her excited slit. "AAAaaaahhhh!" she gasped as he pressed his finger against her erect and throbbing clitoris. "Do that! Yes, right there. OOOoooohhhh! That's the most sensitive place on a woman's body, Johnny."
"Does it feel good?" the boy asked, rubbing the swollen, trembling member between the lips of her cunt beneath his thumb. He loved to see her tremble with excitement like this!
"Yes. Oh yes! It feels good-so good!" she sobbed. Alice hadn't realized how horny she actually was! Her body was on fire! And she would never have believed that a young child like this could excite her to this degree!
"Can I stick my finger in your cunt?" the boy asked, massaging her clitoris until he felt her hips begin to writhe.
"YES!" Alice cried. She was so hot she ached to have something inside her. "OOOOOooooohhhh!" When the darling young boy's finger slid into her vagina, the thirty-seven-year-old woman's body seemed to melt! She could feel his young knuckles press against the walls of her vagina as his little finger snaked its way up her cunt.
"Deeper! Oh, Johnny, deeper. Shove it all the way up me. OOohh! yes, that's it!"
For the first time in the last few minutes the twelve-year-old boy became aware of his own body. His young balls began aching when he shoved his finger up the hot sleeve of her cunt. He had it buried to his knuckle and the warmth of her sex surrounding it sent waves of desire coursing through his excited young veins. The way she was wriggling and squirming around as he impaled her on his finger made his pulse quicken.
"Aren't you going to feel me?" the boy asked in a pleading tone.
"Of course I am!" Alice cried, trying to keep her hips from jerking her vagina up and down the darling boy's finger. She reached out and casually wrapped her fingers around the child's erect and trembling penis. Having his throbbing organ in her hand brought the hot woman's senses alert. She could feel his young heart pulsing along his swollen shaft.
"Oh wow!" the boy gasped as the experienced, older woman began caressing his aching rod.
"You like that?" she asked teasingly as she pulled the foreskin on his prick down so that the blood-engorged head popped up and a glistening tear formed in the slit.
"Gee, yeah!" Johnny responded eagerly.
"You have such a lovely big prick, Johnny," Alice said softly. She meant it! Because he was so young, the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee had expected the boy's cock to be small and undeveloped. What she held in her hand any number of mature men would have been proud of! It was close to six inches long and had the texture of smooth ivory, not the wrinkled and gnarled surface she had noticed on so many men. "I'll bet you have the biggest cock in the neighborhood."
"Really?" the boy asked with obvious pride.
"Really," she assured him, running her hand up and down his prick. "It's so nice I'd like to kiss it. Would you like that?"
"Yes," the boy responded in almost a whisper. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a girl would want to kiss a boy's cock!
Keeping his delightful finger impaled in her cunt, the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee leaned down to place her head in the twelve-year-old boy's lap. She felt her nipples tingle when they brushed against his thigh. Alice held his throbbing stick in her hand and examined it with loving eyes. It was long and slender, and it had a graceful curve upward. The swollen head was bright pink and gleaming with a thick coat of his excited juices. She held it against her cheek and rubbed it fondly over the surface of her attractive face.
The odor of his fresh young sex excited her. It was the familiar odor of sex, yet there was something sweet and pure in the aroma that waft to her flaring nostrils. Pursing her full lips, she ran them up and down his shaft caressingly.
"Jeez!" the young boy gasped, his balls throbbing like small drums when she held his prick in her hand and ran her nose up and down the shaft lovingly.
"Does that feel good?" Alice giggled, nuzzling his darling cock between her upper lip and her widely flared nostrils. The aroma of his virginal young sex was so exciting. "Your cock is so sweet! Sweet enough to eat! Ummm! And it tastes so good!"
Johnny's balls felt like they were going to explode when he felt the older woman's tongue begin running up and down his swollen prick! He watched her purse her lips and bring them to the throbbing head of his cock. His heart seemed to skip a beat when he saw her lips part and slowly slide down the pink meat of his cock!
Alice hungrily pulled the twelve-year-old child's hard prick into her mouth. She had sucked her share of cocks in her life, but she had never tasted anything as sweet as this boy's excited organ! It was like a candy cane to the sex-starved divorcee as she drew the blood-engorged tip into her throat and rubbed her inner cheeks lovingly over the throbbing surface of his rod.
"Hey, Alice!" the young boy groaned. "Hey! Jeez! I'll shoot off! I mean it!"
Alice ignored his pleas. She wanted to taste his sweet young honey oozing down her throat. She sucked him expertly, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of his swollen member and bobbing her head up and down rapidly while her firm lips held his shaft in a tight embrace. What would it be like to have a twelve-year-old boy come in my mouth? she wondered.
Johnny stopped pleading with her. He had warned her, hadn't he? It was her fault and she couldn't get mad at him if it was her own fault, could she? His hips began writhing and jerking as his passion grew to incredible heights he had never known were possible. He could feel his balls swelling and swirling with their heavy load as he watched his cock running in and out of her pretty mouth like a spear.
The twelve-year-old boy's body was out-pacing his mind in this exciting sudden probing of the sweet mysteries of sex. He had heard the older boys talk about blow jobs, and he even had a vague idea what a blow job was. In fact, he knew he was receiving a blow job from a very sexy, very experienced woman, but he could only barely savor the experience emotionally because his body was so tuned into the electric excitement of her sucking mouth on his throbbing stem. All he knew for certain was that he had never been this excited before in his young life! Every muscle in his youthful body seemed to be as tight as a circus high wire! His testicles felt like they were swollen to the size of baseballs, and when he felt Alice's hand cradle his nuts to begin fondling them the youth moaned with pleasure.
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's hips were grinding her crotch against the twelve-year-old boy's hand as she held his worming finger prisoner in the depths of her vagina. The thrill of having his moving digit inside the cradle to her womb combined with the exciting sweet taste of his virginal penis in her mouth had the frustrated woman's passions balanced on a precarious cliff. She wondered if she could have an orgasm sitting on his precious, probing, young finger while she sucked his delicious cock?
"Hey! Golly! Hey, jeez!" the twelve-year-old boy cried with heaving lungs as his entire body seemed to go off like a rocket.
Alice felt the child's prick swell in her mouth, and then the first drops of his juice spurted from the inflated head and splashed against the roof of her throat. She cupped his young, pulsing balls in her palm and kneaded them as she doubled her sucking effort on his spurting penis. A thin stream of hot juice flowed freely through every inch of her oral cavity and began oozing down her hungry throat. She sucked and pumped until the ecstatically cumming boy's body seemed to go slack. Only then, and very reluctantly, did the cocksucking divorcee allow the child's hard penis to slide out of her mouth. Her tongue coursed her full lips in an effort to capture every last drop of his honey like boycum.
"Did you like that?" she asked with a broad smile, squeezing his amazingly still fully erect prick in her hand lovingly.
"Are you kidding?" the young boy gasped, his lungs struggling to fill with air and his heart slowly regaining its normal beat.
"Was it better than jacking off?" Alice asked, wiggling her hips sensually to ride his probing finger in her cunt.
"Oh, wow, yes!" Johnny Parson sighed. "I've never popped off like that in my life! How come adults play with themselves when they can do that to each other?"
"Sometimes they don't have anybody to do it with," Alice responded with a sigh as she continued slowly riding the twelve-year-old boy's finger in her vagina. "And sometimes they just don't want to get all involved with somebody."
"Involved?"
"You know, fall in love and all that," Alice replied softly.
"Gee, you don't have to fall in love to enjoy that, do you?" the boy asked.
"People like you and me don't have to," Alice admitted, "but all people aren't like us, Johnny. Oh, look! Your cock is still hard! Are you still excited, darling?"
"Sort of," the boy admitted with a bashful blush.
"My, what a horny little man you are, Johnny Parson!" she laughed, reaching out and taking his rigid penis in her hand fondly. "Do you want me to suck your sweet cock again?"
"If you want to," the boy replied in an embarrassed voice. "Did you pop off?"
"Almost," she giggled.
"How does a man make a girl pop off?" the twelve-year-old boy asked in a sincere, curious tone of voice. "Will you show me how to make you come?"
"Do you want to learn?"
"Oh yes!" the twelve-year-old boy replied eagerly. "I want to learn everything about sex, but there's nobody to teach me!" he added in a pleading voice. "What do girls like?"
"Well," Alice responded, her blood quickening in her thighs, "most girls like to have a man eat their pussy."
"Eat their pussy?"
"Well, lick it, kiss it, and suck on it," Alice said, the words themselves pricking her erotic nerve centers.
"Show me!" the enthusiastic youth demanded. "All right," Alice said, unable to conceal the excitement in her voice. Imagine, teaching a man how to excite a woman instead of accepting whatever the man did and pretending it was the greatest thing that had ever happened in an effort to keep from damaging the fragile male sex ego!
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee had to force herself to disengage her steaming vagina from the young boy's delightfully exciting finger. She scooted her tail down and spread her thighs as wide apart as she could.
"Kneel down between my legs," she said in a trembling voice," and kiss my cunt."
Alice guided the boy's youthful head to her pubic mound with loving hands. Her heart began racing as she watched his darling young face lower to her thick bush of curly black pubic hair. She saw his virginal young lips disappear below the horizon of her pussy and watched his nose bury itself slowly into the thick curls at the top of her slit.
"AAaaaahhhh!" she moaned when she felt his tender young lips touch the excited meat of her labia.
Johnny inhaled the strong fragrance of her sex. His body trembled as this new aroma permeated his twelve-year-old system. It was a heady odor, animal-like and disturbingly intoxicating. The young boy instantly recognized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life sniffing the thrilling aroma of girls' cunts!
"Use your tongue, Johnny darling. OOoohh! Yes, that's it! Lick the lips of my cunt. Oh yes! All the way like that!"
Johnny could feel the stirring in his balls as the flavor of her sex invaded his mouth. The taste was strong and very salty, yet he loved it! He ran his tongue hungrily around the edges of her pussy, loving the way the thick lips of her cunt quivered beneath his warm, wet probe. Then he slid his tongue into her wet, hot slit and lapped her like a cat laps milk.
"AAAaaahhh!" she moaned, her body rapidly beginning to writhe beneath his young attack on her sensitive organs. She held his head gently in her hands and pressed his face hard against her pulsating crotch.
"Lick my clitoris!" she panted. "That little button. Yes, there! Oh my god, yes! OOOoooohhhh! "
The young boy could feel the hot woman's muscles go through a series of small spasms when he licked her erect clitoris and he instinctively knew that he had located her center of passion. He rolled her clitoris around beneath his tongue until she was quaking all over.
The older woman's reaction triggered the young boy's own animal desires! When she began writhing almost furiously beneath his mouth, Johnny's balls began to twitch and itch. His penis, sticking rigidly out from his groin as he knelt between the woman's pretty legs, began jerking and thrusting on its own.
Alcohol and her long suppressed passion catapulted Alice Herter's body into a frenzy. Her head began flailing back and forth. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue began coursing her dry lips. Her fingers quivered in the darling boy's hair as she held his face locked tight to her wiggling, steaming crotch. The divorcee couldn't believe that a twelve-year-old boy could excite her this much!
"OOOoooohhhh!" she gasped when she felt the child's young teeth graze against the supersensitive surface of her clitoris.
"Am I doing it right?" the boy asked, raising his head momentarily from her quaking groin.
"Oh god yes!" Alice moaned. "Don't stop, please don't stop, darling!"
"My tongue is tired," the young boy remarked in his youthful innocence. "Can I ... can we ... Can I...."
"Can you what?" Alice gasped, her body spasming and crying out for release.
"Fuck you!" the boy blurted out quickly.
"Oh, Johnny!" she gasped. "We shouldn't!"
"Why?" the boy demanded. "Oh please, Alice. My cock hurts it wants to fuck you so much! Please!"
Instinctively the young boy crawled forward between the older woman's thighs, his penis drawn to her hot vagina through the mystery of human chemistry.
"If we suck each other, why can't we fuck?" the boy demanded in a pleading voice. "I want to learn how to fuck!"
The thirty-seven-year-old woman repressed the warning bells ringing in the deep recesses of her mind. The demands of her body were such that she didn't care! And what the child said was only sensible! She wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked, and he was a male with a hard cock who wanted to fuck her.
"All right!" she gasped. "Yes, fuck me! Shove that hard cock of yours up me, Johnny! Hurry!"
The twelve-year-old boy fumbled awkwardly until the experienced thirty-seven-year-old woman took his rigid boycock in her hand and guided him directly to her scalding hot box. She pulled his prick until she had the swollen head lodged inside her hole.
"Now shove it up me. Ram that cock up my cunt!" she urged.
Johnny let the weight of his body fall on his hard penis and felt the thrill of having it slide into her wet hot cunt rip through his raging body.
"AAAAaaaahhh!" Alice cried when she felt his prick begin worming its way into her sensitive vagina. Her body had seemingly hung suspended in anticipation, and now her passions began to boil again!
Johnny had dreamed about fucking a girl and now his dream was a reality! His cock was inside the hot sleeve of a girl's cunt and it felt better than anything he had ever dreamed of! He kept pressing down until he felt his pelvis crush against her pubic mound as the last inch of his throbbing penis buried itself in her body.
Alice threw her legs up and encircled the boy's waist. She dug her heels into his buttocks like a jockey urges a reluctant horse to run his heart out.
"Fuck me! Now fuck me! NOW FUCK ME!" she chanted.
"What am I supposed to do?" the inexperienced boy cried out in desperation. All he knew about fucking was that the man shoved his cock in the girl's cunt!
"Move it in and out!" the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee panted. "Move your cock in and out of my cunt! That's it! That's it, but faster, Johnny. Much faster! FASTER! OOOoooohhh!"
Alice pulled the youth down until his developing chest crushed against her hot nipples. She wiggled and squirmed beneath his hard young body, enjoying every contact of their hot flesh. She worked her hips in a circular motion, screwing her cunt up and down the length of his pulsating prick, her heels digging into his ass furiously to urge him on.
"Deeper! Fuck me deeper!" she cried. "I want to feel that, cock of yours tickle my tonsils! YES! Oh, Sweet Jesus, that's it!"
The young boy pumped his prick enthusiastically into the woman's hot cunt. He could feel his balls slapping loudly against her ass as his hips flew above her groin. Her nipples were so hard and hot they seemed to be boring holes in his chest as she held him pressed tightly against her spasming body. He could feel the thick juice swirling in his balls and his heart seemed to be beating against his temples!
A strange thing was happening to Alice Herter. Instead of building to a normal climax, her body went through a series of orgasms-each one more intense than the last. She could hear herself moaning and grunting like an animal as she worked her cunt up and down the length of his young shaft.
"AAAAAiiiiieeeee!" the thirty-seven-year-old woman screamed when she felt his hot sperm begin to spurt into and flood her vagina. His juices oozing around inside her triggered the final, all-consuming orgasm that ripped through her body like a violent earthquake.
Their perspiration-soaked bodies heaved and writhed. They rolled over twice on the rough floor of the clubhouse, the twelve-year-old boy's hard cock jabbing continuously at her steaming cunt, until they finally broke apart and lay side by side panting for breath.
CHAPTER THREE
The rumor had been going around the office all day. Alice first heard it when she prepared the pot of coffee for the early morning coffee break. By lunch time people in the office were talking of nothing else. There would be a massive lay-off when the mid-month checks were issued this afternoon. According to the rumor, the number of people discharged would range between twenty-six and one hundred and twelve.
Alice Herter believed the rumor. As a member of the executive secretary pool she knew that the company's business had fallen off to an alarming degree over the last six months. The national recession or depression, depending on who you talked to, had brought on a drastic reduction of orders, and the company, Alice knew, was operating at a loss.
Alice feared the worst. She had been with the company less than two years and almost all of the girls in the executive pool had seniority over her. Alice's fears were justified when at four that afternoon her boss called her into his office.
Jeff Hardy was one of the new young management men who had risen to second in command in the office. Alice had always thought his office was rather sterile with its stark white walls, white carpet and white furniture. The accent came from the bold use of color in the modern art hung tastefully but with seeming abandon on the walls. Mr. Hardy was dressed in his usual modish best with casual slacks and a leather sport coat. His one failure in appearance was his hair. In the morning it was neatly sprayed into place for the casual look, but by evening it looked like someone had run an egg beater through it. This was, Alice knew, a result of Jeff Hardy's habit of running his hands through his hair whenever he was nervous-and he was generally highly nervous.
"Alice," he began, running his fingers through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to straighten it, "I'm afraid I have bad news."
"The rumors have been flying all day, Mr. Hardy," Alice offered.
"I can imagine," he sighed. "Well, I'm afraid the rumors for once are true. The company is forced to pull back, I'm afraid. I want you to know that this is in no way a reflection on the quality of your work. I've typed out a letter of recommendation for you, for that matter."
"I appreciate that," Alice said with a sinking heart.
"The reason I called you in personally was to tell you I did everything I could to keep you on. Some of the other girls have seniority on you and management feels it would be bad for morale if we let one of the other girls go instead of you."
"I can understand that," Alice replied, fighting back the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"Naturally, I can't promise anything," Jeff Hardy said nervously, "but I've managed to wrench a promise out of the personnel department that when we rehire again you'll receive first consideration."
"Thank you," Alice said softly. She knew he was being very sincere and she was certain this was as difficult for him as it was for her. Over the last year they had developed an excellent working relationship. Even though she was in the secretarial pool technically, Alice knew that she was for all intents and purposes considered Jeff Hardy's personal secretary.
"We'd like to think this will be only a temporary set back for us," he continued, "but there aren't many encouraging signs in the economy presently." You won't have any problem finding a job, though, I'm sure of that. I want you to have any prospective employer call me personally for a reference. They can bypass the personnel department and I'll give you a glowing reference."
"Thank you, Mr. Hardy," Alice said quietly. "I want you to know that I really enjoyed working for you, and I certainly appreciate your thoughts about helping me. Now I'd like to go before I do something terribly female and cry."
They shook hands and Alice left his office. She went directly to the rest room instead of returning to her desk. After a good cry, she repaired her makeup and returned to clean out her desk. Several of the girls in the pool were sympathetic and helped her gather her personal things together.
Alice was steeped in gloom by the time she parked her car in her garage and closed the heavy door. She left all of her things in the car and walked directly into the kitchen and poured herself a stiff Tom Collins.
Outside of the period during her marriage, this was the first time Alice Herter had ever been unemployed in her life! She had changed companies several times, but in those instances she had always been in the position of allowing herself to be hired away from her job by a better offer. Now she was fired!
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's first thoughts, naturally, were about money. She went back to the kitchen and poured herself another stiff drink, then opened the kitchen drawer where she kept her important papers.
Alice seated herself again in the living room and opened her check book. Her checking account had a balance of five hundred and forty-seven dollars and thirty-three cents. That would be enough to meet current bills, the rent, her car payment, the MasterCharge account, and Cindy's dentist. Her salary check and severance pay came to just over three hundred and fifty dollars, enough to carry her until the first of the following month-providing she put the house on a strict budget.
Her savings account showed a balance of nine hundred and sixty dollars, plus the interest she had earned. So if worse came to worse, she could hold out for maybe three months without income.
Alice knew she could sell the house if she had to, but that would be so terribly complicated. In the property settlement with her ex-husband, Larry had agreed to make the mortgage payments in addition to sending her one hundred and fifty dollars a month as a contribution toward raising their daughter, Cindy. In the agreement, Alice had full use of the house, but if she ever sold it one half of the equity would go to Larry.
"Well, financially, I'm no rich bitch," Alice remarked aloud as she sat alone in the living room.
"At least I can hold out for a while until I find another job."
As she was pouring herself a third strong drink, Alice suddenly remembered that she was now eligible to receive unemployment insurance. She'd never done that in her life, and, in fact, had no idea how she was to go about it, but she told herself that she would sure as hell find out on Monday morning. Every little bit helped!
The gin was circulating freely in her system now and she felt much more relaxed. She knew that jobs were hard to find right now, but she felt reasonably confident that she would be able to locate something. Even if she had to take a cut in salary she could survive. It was times like this that Alice wished she had somebody to lean on, but she also knew from sad experience that it was a high price to pay for security.
Alice smiled as she looked around the living room. She had average furniture in an average house in an average neighborhood. There had been a time in her life when she dreamed of being a movie star or a famous personality, but those were the dreams of youth and today she was content to be an average divorcee living an average life.
Although she was already high, she decided to pour herself another drink. After all, she reasoned, it was a special occasion when she got fired!
While she was in the kitchen, she put a pot roast in the oven and made a salad. Cindy would be home from school soon. Alice wondered if she should tell her thirteen-year-old daughter about losing her job? Cindy was at the teenage stage of development where everything tended to become an over-dramatized emotional crisis. And Alice didn't want the news that she was unemployed to circulate freely at school and in the neighborhood. Yet how could she possibly conceal the fact from Cindy?
CHAPTER FOUR
"You've hardly touched your food, Cindy darling," Alice remarked as she relaxed to enjoy her coffee after dinner.
"I wasn't hungry," Cindy replied softly.
"I'm sorry I even told you about my job," Alice commented. Cindy had gone out to the garage for something when she came home from school and noticed all of her mother's things in the back seat of the car. When the girl came into the kitchen and confronted her mother with what she had seen, Alice told her daughter the whole story.
"It's not that, Mom," Cindy said. "I know you'll find another job."
"You bet I will!" Alice said confidently. "I'll bet you I find one next week. If it's not that, what's bothering you, darling?"
"Oh, it's Arnie Baker! That boy makes me so mad I could kill him at times!"
"What did Arnie do?" Alice asked.
"We went out of the school yard to the park to eat lunch today and he was all hands!"
"You mean he made a pass at you?"
"Pass? He almost raped me, Mom! He put his hand on my breast and played with me. Even when I slapped him as hard as I could, he wouldn't stop. Then he stuck his hand up under my skirt! I was so scared I didn't know what to do!"
"Well?"
"Well what?" Cindy asked.
"What did you do?" Alice urged, looking at her attractive teenage daughter. Cindy was a little beauty. She had her mother's raven black hair and pale complexion, and her figure was maturing almost too rapidly. Cindy's breasts were firm and pointed, jutting out in the sweater she wore. Alice wasn't the least surprised that one of the boys had tried to cop a feel!
"I jumped up and ran!" Cindy cried. "What else could I do? And he ran after me and tackled me on the grass. His hands were all over me when he held me down. Oh, Mom, it was terrible!"
"You're going to have to learn to deal with situations like that, Cindy," Alice said with a trace of a smile on her lips. "It sounds like Arnie Baker is a horny little devil."
"A horny little devil? Mom, he practically raped me, and all you have to say is that he's 'a horny little devil'?"
"What do you expect me to say?" Alice asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, I don't know!" Cindy cried dramatically. "I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to report him at school, that's what I'm going to do!"
"Maybe you should think that out, Cindy," Alice remarked, pouring herself another cup of coffee.
"What do you mean?" her daughter demanded. "Well, think about it for a minute. Nothing actually happened, did it? I mean, he didn't actually rape you, did he?"
"Well, no, but...."
"So what you'd be reporting is that he made a pass at you, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"And how long do you think it would take to get around the school, darling? The following day everybody at school would know about it, wouldn't they?"
"I guess so, but I don't see how that matters."
"What I'm getting at," Alice continued, "is that you would get a reputation for being a goody-goody. Is that what you want, Cindy?"
"Of course not!" Cindy returned indignantly. "That's why I suggested you think it over, darling. I know in my day none of us wanted to be known as angels. Maybe it's changed now, but that's something you'll have to decide."
"But I can't let him get away with it!" Cindy protested. "If I do, he'll be after me all the time, Mom!"
"Oh, I think we can handle that, Cindy," Alice said. "I'm no more pleased about it than you are, darling. I'm just trying to think of the best way to handle the situation. And I think I've got it."
"How?"
"Well, I think that perhaps I should go over and talk to Arnie's parents. They can make things a lot tougher on the horny little devil than the school can, believe me!"
"Would you? Oh Mom, would you?" Cindy cried. "I'll bet if you talk to his parents, they'll take good care of him!"
"I imagine they will," Alice laughed. "And I'll have a word with Arnie himself and explain that if he bothers you again, we'll go to the police."
"Oh, Mom! You're so wonderful!" Cindy exclaimed, getting up and throwing her arms around Alice's neck affectionately.
"That's what mothers are for, darling," Alice laughed. "Don't you have a scout meeting tonight?"
"What time is it? Oh gosh! I'll be late! And we have another meeting tomorrow night to prepare for the country fair next weekend. I've gotta run, Mom! See you later-and thanks! I knew I could depend on you."
Alice smiled and waved goodbye as her daughter flew out the door. Depend on me? Now what did she mean by that? Alice wondered. Had Cindy all along planned to have Alice speak to the Baker boy's parents? Alice doubted it. Cindy was never that subtle.
Cleaning up the kitchen, Alice poured herself another drink. Part of her glow had left her during dinner, and she certainly had no relish for the task before her with the Baker boy's parents! The whole thing was so ridiculous! If it didn't mean so much to Cindy, Alice wouldn't bother the Bakers.
The Baker home, located south of Mission Gorge Road, was one of the older houses in Santee. Driving down Carlton Hills Boulevard, Alice realized that she had quite a glow on. Although the police were not known to be hyper-active in the suburban community, Alice drove very slowly and carefully. She laughed to herself several times about the prospect of talking to the Bakers when she was as tight as a billy goat.
When she drove up in front of the Baker house, she saw that the living room light was on. Vaguely, Alice had secretly hoped that the Bakers wouldn't be home. She killed the engine and sat in the dark Pinto for a moment collecting her thoughts.
Alice had been raised in what she called a sheltered existence. Her mother was a school teacher and her father operated a gas station on weekdays and served as the Baptist minister in their small town on weekends. Her family had been what people called "hard shell" Baptists who literally believed that anything that gave pleasure was a sin. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee clearly remembered the series of shocks she went through during the process of finding out what real life was all about after she left home. She knew that a number of her values were seriously warped, and she blamed this on the narrow views of her parents.
Alice didn't want Cindy to go through what she had. She wanted Cindy to be a free spirit, to enjoy her life completely and be free of the torturous hangups Alice had gone through. Several times she had unsuccessfully tried to communicate this to her daughter. I'll just have to sit down and talk to Cindy, Alice thought, but first I suppose I'll have to have this ridiculous talk with the Bakers.
The woman climbed out of her Pinto and walked up to the Baker house. The door was opened by a teenage boy. He was tall and gangly, almost skinny. His eyes had an impish, daring quality, and his broad smile was almost disarming.
"You must be Arnie Baker," Alice said.
"That's right, Mrs. Herter," the boy replied.
"You know me?" Alice asked.
"Sure. I've seen you at school a couple of times."
"Are your parents home, Arnie?" Alice asked. "No, Mrs. Herter. Come on in."
Alice followed the teenager into the living room where a television set was blaring away. Arnie walked over and flipped the TV off.
"Do you expect them back soon?"
"They'll be back Sunday night," the boy said, flopping down on the couch in a position only youth can achieve. "They went up to Bakersfield. My aunt is sick."
"Oh, I see," Alice commented, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. Her head was swimming! She wished she hadn't taken that last drink before coming over. "Who's staying with you, Arnie?"
"Nobody," the boy replied with a smile. "I'm too old for a baby sitter."
"And too horny," Alice remarked with an edge of sarcasm. "Perhaps it's just as well you're here alone, Arnie. I want to have a little talk with you." Alice's remark brought the boy into an upright position and washed the smile from his lips. The thirty-seven-year-old woman saw the thirteen-year-old boy's cheeks flush, and she knew he was uncomfortable.
"I think you know what I want to talk to you about, Arnie."
"Cindy?" he said in a small voice.
"That's right."
"But, uh, nothing happened!"
"That's not what Cindy says."
"Aw, the way she carried on, you'd think I raped her!"
"In a way, Arnie, Cindy feels that you did try to rape her," Alice said. "Look, I know there are two sides to every story. Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Nothing, I told you," the boy replied softly. The bright flush on the boy's cheeks told Alice that he was too embarrassed to talk.
"Look, Arnie," she said softly, "Consider me one of your friends. Pretend you're talking to one of your friends in school. Use the language you use when you talk to your friends. Fuck, suck, cock, tits and cunt aren't words I've never heard or used before. All I want to do is discuss this with you. I'm not going to turn you in to the school authorities or the police. We can talk this out like two sensible people, can't we?"
Arnie could hardly believe his ears! He'd never heard an adult woman use language like that. His spirits lifted a bit when she announced she wasn't going to get him in trouble.
"You mean that?" he asked.
"Of course I mean it," Alice assured him. "Say, do your parents keep a bottle around the house? I could sure use a drink. This isn't any easier on me than it is on you."
"Hey, sure!"
The thirteen-year-old boy jumped up and ran into the kitchen. He appeared minutes later with a bourbon and water.
"Thanks," Alice said, taking the glass from his hand and placing it to her lips.
"I hope it's okay," the boy said, sitting down closer to the thirty-seven-year-old woman on the couch. "My Dad taught me how to make that kind."
"It's fine, Arnie," Alice said. "Now why don't you tell me what happened this afternoon?"
"Gosh, do I have to?"
"Yes, Arnie, you do," Alice said quietly. "Did Cindy lead you on?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, did she give you any reason to believe she wanted you to make a pass at her?"
"I guess not," Arnie admitted reluctantly.
"Then why did you do it?" Alice asked.
"Aw, Cindy's got about the best body in school, and I guess I wanted to make out with her-that's all."
"Have you made out with any of the other girls at school," Alice asked, taking another sip of her drink.
"Not all the way, you know?" the boy stammered. This candid conversation with Cindy's pretty mother was very uncomfortable.
"No, I don't know, Arnie. Explain it to me," Alice said.
"Well, most of the girls will give a guy a hand job or a blow job," he said quietly, "but only the older girls fuck."
"And you've had hand jobs and blow jobs from some of the girls?" Alice prompted.
"Sure! All the guys have."
"And does Cindy do these things to boys?" Alice asked, crossing her legs to ease a tension building in her thighs.
"I don't know. I thought she would. Almost all the girls do, but nobody knows about Cindy."
"And you decided to find out?" Alice prompted.
"Yeah, sort of. I guess that was it, anyway. Cindy's the prettiest girl in school, just like you're the best looking mother."
"Why thank you, Arnie," Alice smiled. "With a line like that you should get all the; girls you want."
"Aw, I wasn't putting you on. I mean it," Arnie protested.
"So what happened?"
"Gee, Mrs. Herter...." the boy began.
"Call me Alice, okay?"
"Sure," the thirteen-year-old boy responded.
"Anyway, it wasn't anything at all."
"Just tell me about it, Arnie," Alice insisted.
"I asked Cindy if she wanted to go eat lunch with me in the park across from school," the thirteen-year-old boy began, staring intently at the floor as he spoke. "We sat under that big oak tree where nobody could see us. After we ate, we started necking. Cindy was real hot until I put my hand on her tit. Then she came all unglued and slapped me and called me all sorts of names."
"Did you stop then?"
"Kind of," the boy admitted. "I guess maybe I put my hand up under her dress. You know, some girls tell you to stop but they don't really mean it. I wish I understood girls!"
"I imagine you'll go on wishing that for the rest of your life," Alice said with a light chuckle. "Then what happened?"
"Well, Cindy got real mad and jumped up and ran away," Arnie said.
"And that was all there was all there was to it?"
"Well, not exactly. I chased after her and tackled her on the grass and we wrestled for a couple of minutes."
"While you copped as many feels as you could," Alice laughed.
"Look, Mrs....Alice, I wasn't alone. Cindy's no angel, believe me!"
"What do you mean, Arnie?" Alice asked.
"Look, Cindy's hands weren't idle. She copped plenty of feels herself! She kept rubbing my cock, making out like it didn't happen or was some kind of accident. Cindy's no angel!"
"I'm sure she isn't," Alice commented with a smile. "She's just as confused as you are about sex, Arnie. I can see that I will have to have a talk with her."
"Look, don't hassle her. It was my fault, all my fault," the thirteen-year-old boy said dejectedly.
"I'm not going to-as you put it-hassle Cindy, Arnie. This is a very difficult time for both of you and I understand that. I'm simply going to explain sex to her and teach her some of the things I learned the hard way. Arnie, my idea about sex is that it's great between two people who are willing. I don't imagine there is anything in life that's more fun than sex-as long as both people want it. But when it's forced on somebody who doesn't want it, it's wrong. Do you understand that?"
"Yeah, sure," the boy said, not lifting his eyes from the floor. "I'm gonna apologize to Cindy tomorrow-or maybe Monday at school."
"That would be a very nice thing to do, Arnie," Alice remarked, taking another long sip from her drink.
"Are you gonna tell my parents?" the boy asked anxiously, tearing his eyes away from the fascinating floor and looking directly at the attractive thirty-seven-year-old woman.
"Well.. Alice began.
"I .wish you wouldn't!" the boy said in a pleading voice. "My folks are terribly straight-you know, old-fashioned. My mother would have a shit fit. She's not like you."
"What am I like, Arnie?" Alice asked softly.
"Gee, you're more like one of the kids in school than an adult!" Arnie exclaimed. "Like you said, you're going to teach Cindy all about sex. My mother wouldn't do that, believe me."
"I'm probably as old as your mother is, Arnie," Alice remarked, draining her drink and shaking her head to clear her vision.
"Naw, you couldn't be!" the young boy insisted. "Not as pretty as you are, and not with a build like you've got!"
"You like my figure?" Alice asked almost coyly.
"Are you kidding? Every time you come to school all the guys talk about how stacked you are! I'll bet you're better built than those girls in the magazines!"
"Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" Alice asked.
"Just in the magazines, and that isn't the real thing," the thirteen-year-old boy replied. "I'd sure like to see you naked," the boy added boldly.
"Are you saying you'd like to make out with me?" Alice laughed. Her laugh was a low, nervous throb in her throat. The thirty-seven-year-old woman felt a familiar itch between her legs and it disturbed her. She knew she could make love to Arnie Baker by just winking at him, and the memory of her gloriously satisfying moments with young Johnny Parson made it very tempting! But this was the boy who had tried to lay her daughter!
"There's no law against dreaming, is there?" the embarrassed youth responded. "I wish I had somebody like you to teach me all about sex."
"I think you're serious!" Alice replied with a laugh.
"You'd better believe it!" Arnie replied. "But I know you wouldn't be interested in me because I'm too young."
"If you're too young, Arnie, why did you try to fuck my daughter?" Alice returned with a laugh. "Are you sure you want to make out with her mother?"
"Am I sure! Hey, that's a crazy question," the boy said, squirming on the couch.
Alice looked down in the boy's lap and saw the swollen bulge at his crotch. The horny little devil has a hard-on, Alice laughed to herself. Visions of the fun she had enjoyed with twelve-year-old Johnny Parson flashed through her mind and her pulse quickened. After all, Cindy didn't like Arnie, so it wouldn't be like she was stealing her daughter's boy friend! And maybe she could help ease his frustration and tension so he wouldn't bother the girls at school.
"It looks to me like you've got quite a hard-on there," Alice said with a smile.
"Gee, Alice!" the boy protested with a deep blush flooding his cheeks.
"Why don't you show it to me?" she smiled, placing her empty glass on the table.
"You really want me to show you my prick?"
"Would I ask if I didn't?"
"Gosh, I...."
"Of course, if you don't want to...."
"It's not that...."
"Then what?" she persisted.
"Well, I've never...."
"Or maybe you want to see me naked first?" Alice suggested.
"Hey, maybe we could both undress!"
"Okay," Alice giggled. "But first you'd better close those drapes so no one can see in."
"Hey, yeah!"
The thirteen-year-old boy jumped up and ran to the living room window. Alice had to suppress a laugh when she saw him awkwardly fumbling with the pull cords. He's so excited he doesn't know what he's doing, she told herself. Well, let me see if I can drive him crazy!
"How about giving me a hand?" she asked when the boy walked slowly back to the couch. "Pull me to my feet. This damned couch is so low I can't get up!"
The couch wasn't as low as Alice was high. She let the excited young boy pull her to her feet and then she had to hold his arm to keep from losing her balance.
"I'm high!" she announced. "I think you slugged that drink, Arnie Baker! "
"I didn't, honest!" he protested, his eyes locked on her sexy full chest.
"Like my tits, Arnie?" she asked coyly.
"Hey, like super neat!" he breathed.
"They're better nude," she giggled. "Why don't you help me get out of this silly dress?"
CHAPTER FIVE
A surge of relief swept through the thirty-seven-year-old woman's intoxicated system when her fumbling fingers finally succeeded in unhooking her bra. She thought for a frantic moment that she wouldn't be able to get her bra off! With a deep sigh, she pulled it free of her shoulders and tossed it gaily on the floor.
"Gee!" exclaimed thirteen-year-old Arnie Baker.
A pleasing warmth coursed through Alice's veins as she saw the excited lust in the young boy's eyes. His reaction was so enthusiastic, so natural and uncontrived!
"You like my tits?" she said in the coy voice of a young girl.
"Out of sight!" the excited young boy gasped.
Alice reached out and took his face in her hands, pulling it to her full bosom. Holding his head firmly in her hands, she rubbed his cute young face back and forth over her heavy breasts. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's nipples quivered with delight as they touched his eyes, nose, and lips.
The pain in Arnie's groin seemed unbearable and he thought he was going to shoot his load in his pants as the sexy woman rubbed her fantastic tits all over his face! Like all American youth, Arnie was conditioned to think of the female breast as the ultimate sex symbol. Most of his erotic fantasies centered on a huge set of tits, and Alice Herter was like having all of his dreams come true at the same moment! She had the biggest, best tits he had ever seen! The feeling of her firm flesh pressing and caressing his face made his thirteen-year-old testicles rumble and groan with desire!
Even in her inebriated condition, Alice could feel the tingling sensation shoot from her excited nipples clear through her body! She rubbed her breasts in the boy's face until her knees began to threaten to turn to rubber. Reluctantly, she pushed the boy's face away from her boson and quickly reached down to begin slipping her white nylon panties over her broad, full hips.
"I'm so tipsy!" she giggled, holding onto the boy's lean shoulder for balance as she worked her panties down her firm thighs. Once she had the nylon garment below her knees, Alice wriggled her legs until her panties fell into circles around her small feet. Then she stepped free of them and stood before the heavy-breathing youth in the full glory of her nudity.
"Wow!" Arnie gasped, his eyes locked on the heavy matted nest of her pussy.
"Like what you see, Arnie?" Alice teased.
"You're beautiful!" the boy muttered, words failing him as he feasted his eyes on the mystery of the naked female body.
"Thank you, kind sir," she laughed. "I'm also as tight as a tick! If I don't sit down, I'll fall down!"
The thirty-seven-year-old woman turned and flopped down on the deep, soft sofa. The thirteen-year-old boy stood awkwardly in front of her, his eyes still locked on her pubic mound. Alice could hardly believe the wicked, naughty, daring thoughts that raced through her mind! She felt like Catherine The Great, a sex queen with a young stud ready and eager to satisfy her. She could do anything, say anything, she pleased! She could live out her wildest fancy. And why not!
Staring directly at the youth's excited face, Alice slowly parted her firm thighs to open the flower of her vagina to his hungry, eager eyes. She watched his pupils grow as big as saucers as her sex bloomed before his vision.
"Do I have a pretty cunt?" she asked teasingly, bringing her hands to her pubic mound and slowly pulling the lips of her pussy apart with the tips of her fingers.
"Gosh!" was all the boy could say. His entire young body, was trembling with desire and excitement.
"You're so handsome, Arnie," Alice sighed. "You have the most handsome face I've ever seen. I'd love to rub it in my cunt, feel your nose and your mouth caressing my pussy."
"Really?" the boy stammered, unconsciously reaching down with his hand to relieve the incredible tension at his groin.
"Uuuuummmm, yes!" she crooned.
"I wouldn't mind, if you mean it," the boy said in a hoarse whisper.
"Have you ever gone down on a girl?" Alice teased, running her fingers sensuously through her tingling vulva.
"N ... no!" the boy stammered. "The most I ever did was shove a finger up Ginger's cunt!"
"Uuuummm, lucky Ginger!" Alice laughed. "But you should have licked her cunt, Arnie darling. Ginger would have loved that!"
"Uh, I really want to-eat you, I mean-if you want me to," the boy said excitedly.
"Of course-I do, Arnie. My cunt's wet just thinking about having your mouth kissing it. Kneel down on the floor. Here, I'll scoot forward so you can enjoy your first taste of hot pussy!"
Alice was having the time of her life saying anything and everything that came into her mind! It was one of the most thrilling and satisfying experiences of her life! She felt her blood quicken when she saw the thirteen-year-old boy drop to his knees between her legs. His handsome young face was just inches away from her burning crotch. Alice reached out and took the boy's head in her hands and slowly pulled his face to her pussy.
Arnie could hardly believe this was really happening to him! He was staring straight into a hairy cunt! It wasn't a picture from a magazine, it was a real cunt! It wasn't a picture from a magazine, it was a real cunt! He could see the thick lips of her pussy beneath the heavy mat of black pubic hair, and beneath them a pink flower seemed to be blooming before his eyes.
The boy's senses seemed to be under assault from all sides! His eyes were filled with the thrilling vision of her open sex, and his nostrils flared wide when the heavy aroma of her vagina caressed his olfactory nerves. It smelled a little like pickles, and Arnie loved pickles! He inhaled deeply and felt his balls strain as his heart began beating faster and faster.
"OOOoooohhhh!" Alice moaned when she felt his young face make contact with the trembling flesh of her vulva. With incredible accuracy, the boy's nose crushed against her quivering clitoris in the first contact of their flesh. Tiny rocket ships seemed to race through the divorcee's veins!
Alice gently pressed his face into her crotch and wiggled her hips to rub her entire slit over his darling cheeks and mouth.
"Now start licking, Arnie darling!" she sighed, holding his head pressed against her pubic mound.
The boy slipped his tongue between his lips and let it glide down the woman's slit. The strong, salty taste of her sex thrilled the youth. He savored it like he would a licorice stick, rolling the flavor around in his mouth and swallowing it slowly. He dug the point of his tongue into her hole and felt her whole body tremble. Boldly, the inexperienced young boy jabbed his tongue into her vagina.
"OOooohhh, Arnie! That feels so good!" Alice moaned, caressing the boy's head by running her fingers through his hair while he probed her sex with his darling virginal tongue.
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee was surprised to find that she was already aroused! It seemed that the moment she felt the cute child's tongue on her cunt she soared high on a thrilling cloud of passion! What surprised her even more was the knowledge that she was rapidly approaching the exciting mystery of orgasm! And the boy had just touched her! How was it possible? Yet the horny woman knew her body well enough to recognize the signals it was transmitting!
"AAAaaahh!" she moaned when the boy's tongue glided across her erect clitoris. "There! Yes, there! Lick that, Arnie darling! That's the place to excite a girl! Oh yes-YES! Oh God! Oh God yes!"
The young boy attacked the small hard bud nestled between the thick lips of her cunt with his probing tongue. He licked and lapped until her hips were writhing like a merry-go-round beneath his mouth. Her moans sent waves of excitement flowing through his young system. He sucked her clitoris between his lips and nibbled on it daringly with his teeth.
"OOOOoooohhh!" Alice cried, her passion now soaring to heights she couldn't remember achieving in her life! His teeth on the tender flesh of her sensitive clitoris were driving her crazy! She pressed his face firmly against her squirming crotch and rode his darling young mouth for all she was worth!
Arnie's throbbing prick was trying to break through the fabric of his jeans! He was so hot he could hardly stand it, but the way she was reacting to his tongue was too exciting to stop! He chewed, kissed, licked, and sucked her clitoris until his face was covered with the juices of her sex.
Her scream seemed to fill the house and bounce off the walls as she arched her hips high off the soft sofa and held his head locked to her steaming pussy with trembling fingers. Alice felt like two severe earthquakes had erupted inside her body! Wave after wave of passion seemed to crash against her ears!
Slowly, holding onto each precious moment of her fantastic climax, the woman's body began to relax. Her hips dropped back to the deep support of the cushion once again and her hands slowly released the child's head. She glanced down and saw his handsome face gleaming with the moisture of her sex. His precious mouth was covered with a light foam of her lubricating juices.
"Oh, Arnie darling, that was so good!" she sighed, looking lovingly into his young eyes.
"Did you have an ... orgasm?" the boy asked, remembering the word he had read somewhere.
"Yes, darling," she sighed with a warm smile. "I had an orgasm, a grand, glorious orgasm!"
"Gee!"
"And now it's your turn, Arnie," she said with a warm smile. "But you can't make love with your clothes on, darling. Stand up and take off your shirt."
The eager boy obeyed, awkwardly pulling himself to his feet and slipping out of his T-shirt.
Alice summoned up the strength to pull herself into a normal sitting position on the couch and reached out to unbutton the young boy's pants. There was a wet circle surrounding the sharp bulge in the boy's jeans and a thrill coursed through her veins at the prospect of seeing the cute young child's hard penis. When she at last had his pants completely unbuttoned, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and began peeling them down his lean hips like she was peeling a banana. The boy's skin-tight jeans hung on his huge, throbbing erection and the thirty-seven-year-old woman had to yank them down. When she did, his prick sprang free and waved tantalizingly just inches away from her face.
"Oh! What a lovely cock, Arnie!" she said in a throaty voice. "It looks good enough to eat! Do you like a girl to suck your cock, darling?"
"Yes!" the boy gasped. He was so excited his knees trembled as he stood before the naked woman with his cock bobbing around in front of her beautiful face.
"Are the girls at school good at sucking cock, Arnie?" she asked, placing her hand on his rigid shaft and running the tips of her fingers around the pulsating surface.
"I guess so," the boy stammered.
"Do they suck you dry?" Alice asked, cupping his cute young balls in her other hand.
"Ellen will," he said softly. "The other girls make you pull out before you shoot off."
"Silly girls!" Alice said in a mock scolding tone. "They don't know what they're missing! I love to have a man's honey in my mouth. Promise you won't pull out if I suck you?"
"You want me to come in your mouth?" the boy asked.
"Oh yes, Arnie darling! I want your honey running down my throat ... if you want to come in my mouth, that is. Do you, darling?"
"Yes!" he groaned as she began massaging his aching rod expertly with her strong fingers.
"This is such a beautiful prick I want to lick it like a piece of candy! UUmmmm! How sweet it is!"
Arnie looked down and saw the sexy woman begin licking his cock and balls like a hungry child attacking a piece of peppermint candy. Her tongue flicked every inch of his prick and licked his throbbing balls until he thought he was going to come in her eager face!
The cocksucking woman's tongue moved with abandon over the sweet surface of the thirteen-year-old boy's penis and testicles. The fresh, virginal taste of his organs thrilled her. It was the same excitement she had experienced when she first tasted twelve-year-old Johnny's delicious prick! Good lord, she sighed to herself as her tongue swirled around the blood engorged tip of his lovely young cock, I could really become addicted to this!
Alice could feel the blood pumping wildly along the veins on the shaft of his delightful prick. It was as if she could take his pulse with her tongue!
"Jeez, Alice, I'm so hot it hurts!" the boy moaned.
"Good! I want you hot, darling, so I can suck the honey out of these precious balls!"
Alice pursed her lips and brought them to the straining tip of his organ. Leaning forward, she slid her full, sensuous lips over the swollen head of his penis and slowly drew him into her hot, eager mouth. Even her tongue trembled when she experienced the full impact of his virginal flavor in her mouth! She hadn't exaggerated, his cock was as sweet as candy!
Arnie Baker thought his hair was on fire when he saw his aching prick slowly disappear into the beautiful woman's mouth. His scalp seemed like it was burning! The thirteen-year-old boy wondered if the sexy woman knew he had lied to her about having his cock sucked before? It was the thing he dreamed about, the thing he wanted most, the thing the boys all claimed girls did to them, but thirteen-year-old Arnie had never been able to get a girl to do it to him.
He saw-the woman's lips wrap around his prick and then he felt the impact of the warmth of her mouth on his aching rod. Loud bells seem to be ringing in his ears and his pulse was pounding against his temples!
A moan of ecstasy gurgled in Alice's throat as she drew the sweet young prick all the way into her hungry mouth. What was it about the taste of a young boy's cock that excited her so? She could feel, the juices in her vagina beginning to flow again-and immediately after such an incredible orgasm!
Alice swirled her tongue around the swollen head of the boy's prick, teasing and caressing it as she sucked as hard as she could on it. She could feel his young balls straining with their load and she wanted to drain them until they were deflated little peas!
The thirteen-year-old boy's mind was blown! Perspiration formed on his brow and began running down his face as his body strained with the incredible waves of passion sweeping through his veins. He saw her pearl-white cheeks draw in and then he felt her entire mouth wrapped around his surging organ.
Arnie suddenly realized that he was held prisoner by his pants wrapped around his knees. He couldn't move if he wanted to, but he had no desire to escape from the marvelously exciting thing that was happening to him. No wonder the guys all talk about getting a blow-job, the thirteen-year-old boy mused to himself as he watched the thirty-seven-year-old woman's mouth work its way up and down the length of his throbbing dick!
"Hey-Oh, hey!" he moaned when Alice reached up and cupped his balls in her hand and began fondling him while she glided her soft lips up and down his shaft.
The swirling, pounding surf in his testicles told the experienced woman that the child was about to pump his sweet load into her mouth. She massaged his balls firmly and doubled her oral attack on his sweet stick. His cock seemed to be flying in and out of her mouth now, and Alice loved it!
"Yiiiiieeeee!" the young boy cried when his balls erupted to send their molten rivers of juice spurting into her hot mouth.
Alice's whole body quaked when she felt the first jet of his hot sperm splash against the roof of her throat. How she loved the fresh sweet taste of his sex! She squeezed his throbbing young balls in her hand and pumped his juice into her throat, rolling the thick drops around on her tongue like delicious honey.
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee sucked and sucked until she had drained every drop from the thirteen-year-old boy's balls. Then she slid his sweet stick out of her mouth and licked it clean with her darting, flashing pink tongue.
"Did you like that, Arnie?" she asked, squeezing his still hard penis in her hand fondly.
"Christ, yes!" the boy moaned, his imprisoned knees trembling.
"Was I as good as the girls at school?" she asked coyly.
"Better!" he exclaimed. "That was the best ... uh, orgasm I've ever had!"
"UUUmmmm!" she cooed, licking his prick with a lazy tongue. "Your cock is so sweet, I'll bet the girls at school fight each other to see who gets to suck it, Arnie darling."
"Can I take my pants off!" the thirteen-year-old boy asked. "My knees hurt."
"Of course, darling!" Alice laughed, reaching down and helping the boy slip his pants and underpants down his legs. "Now step out of them, Arnie sweetheart," she said when they were at last wrapped around his ankles. "That's it. Now sit down here beside me."
The naked boy lowered himself onto the sofa beside the nude woman, his rigid prick still standing at full attention at his groin.
"Do you stay hard all the time, Arnie?" Alice asked with a giggle as she reached over into the child's lap and took his hard prick in her hand.
"It usually goes down after I shoot off," the boy murmured with a blush filling his cheeks.
"I guess you must still be hot," Alice laughed. "Well, so am I. It excites me to have a man shoot his load into my mouth."
"Really?"
"Yes, darling! I love to suck a man's cock, especially when the man has such a nice cock like this," she replied, giving his hard prick an affectionate squeeze. "What's your favorite thing in sex, Arnie?"
"Gee, I don't know. I sure liked the way you sucked my cock! What's your favorite thing, Alice?"
"I love it all!" the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee replied, stroking his rigid penis softly. "If I had to choose, I guess it would be fucking. I love to feel a man's prick inside me. Ooooh, I love that! It's so exciting to feel a cock working its way in and out of my cunt!"
"Gee, I'm getting all hot again just talking like this!" the boy moaned.
"I like to talk about sex, don't you?" Alice asked, squeezing his marvelously hard penis in her hand.
"God yes!" Arnie said. "Can I play with your tits, Alice?" the boy asked shyly.
"Of course, darling! That's what sex is all about, playing with each other, exploring each other's body with our hands and tongues. Play with my tits, kiss them, suck them. Do whatever you want."
Alice's heart filled with warmth when she saw the boy's awkward hands reach out to fondle her bosom. She felt her pulse quicken when his young fingers made contact with her nipples and she began stroking his cock firmly in her hand.
The young boy felt his balls tingle when he touched the older woman's soft yet firm tits. He caressed the exciting mounds on her chest with loving fingers. He had felt girls' breasts before, but always through their clothes and never in the flesh like this! God, he said to himself, Cindy's mother has a set of knockers! He fondled her erect nipples until he heard her moan with pleasure.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Oh yes, darling," Alice moaned, "it feels very good! Do you like the way I'm playing with your cock?"
"Wow, yes!" the boy moaned as she stroked him firmly.
"Why don't you play with my pussy a little?" Alice suggested, taking the young boy's hand and guiding it to her crotch. She spread her legs and placed his young hand on her pubic mound. "Rub my little button, darling, it's aching for your touch."
Arnie loved the feel of her hairy cunt. He ran his fingers through her dark, wiry curls, then slipped them down into her wet slit. The flesh of her vulva was slippery and warm to his touch.
"There!" she gasped. "Right there! Oh God, that feels so good, Arnie!"
The woman cradled the young boy's balls in her palm and kneaded them affectionately while he massaged her erect clitoris with his probing fingers. Alice couldn't remember being this happy! Her body felt so young and alive! And the feeling of the boy's throbbing young prick in her hand was so thrilling! Why had it taken her so long to discover the magnificent excitement of loving young boys?
"Can I shove my finger up your cunt?" Arnie asked in a low, excited voice.
"I'd much rather have you shove this fabulous cock up my cunt!" Alice replied, holding his pulsating organ firmly in her hand.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Only if you want to, Arnie," she giggled.
"You won't have a baby?" the boy asked excitedly.
"No, darling," Alice said with a smile. "I won't have a baby because I take the pill. But you're right to ask. You don't want to get a girl pregnant, especially a young girl. You should always ask the girl."
"And you really want me to fuck you?" the boy persisted, his excitement obvious in his voice.
"I'd love to feel this prick shoved all the way up my cunt," she sighed, stroking him even faster with her experienced hand.
"Alice?"
"What?"
"I ... I don't ... I don't know how!" the boy blurted out.
"Want me to teach you how?" Alice asked with a low laugh.
"Yes!"
"Okay. Here, let me stretch out on the couch. There, that's it. Now you kneel down between my legs. Closer, darling. Yes, that's better. Now lean forward."
The wicked divorcee guided the thirteen-year-old boy's swollen prick to her slit. Holding it firmly in her hand, she rubbed it up and down the length of her hot box. She massaged her anus with the tip of his shaft, then ran it quickly up to her clitoris and rubbed it against her erect sentinel.
Arnie's body trembled as he watched the sexy woman rub his cock against her cunt. In an effort to calm his excited young body, he tore his eyes away from the sight of his cock moving up and down her slit. As he glanced up, his vision was filled with the thrilling sight of her huge tits. They rested on her chest, the erect nipples at the peaks pointed straight up in the air. Arnie Baker was positive that at this moment he was the luckiest boy in the entire world! His eager young hands reached out and grasped her heavy breasts and he began massaging her nipples lovingly.
Alice was almost beside herself with passion! Rubbing the boy's hard cock against her clitoris sent sparks flying through her system! And then those eager hands of his caressing her nipples! She slid his swollen organ down her slit and lodged the blood engorged head in her hole.
"Now shove it up me!" she moaned, pulling on his hanging balls to urge him inside her. "Yes, that's it! Shove your cock up-meeeee!"
Although the boy had no knowledge to rely on, instinct guided him. He jerked his hips and pushed down hard on his prick. It seemed to hold for a moment, and then began sliding inside her hot sleeve.
"Deeper! Deeper, darling!" she grunted. "I want to feel that cock all the way up me! Christ, that's good!"
Arnie had to let go of her tits and brace his hands on the cushion at her sides as he drove his cock into her yielding vagina. The inside of her body was so hot it felt like his prick was burning! And the way she was holding his nuts and pumping them as she shoved his prick deeper and deeper inside her body!
As far as Alice was concerned, everything else in sex led up to this glorious moment when she felt her vagina stuffed with a hard prick! It was the ultimate moment, the one experience that mattered! She loved the way the walls of her cunt slowly expanded to allow the precious young boy's cock to penetrate her!
The divorcee ground her hips and wriggled her ass to take the boy's hard prick deeper inside her womb. Once again, the size of the teenage male sex organ had surprised Alice! Arnie's prick was even bigger than Johnny's, a full six inches long and moderately thick. Alice wondered if the male sex organ matured early, or if these two boys would end up with giant cocks that would terrify girls for the rest of their lives? The important discovery to Alice was the fact that teenage boys could fill her cunt in the most gratifying manner!
Alice knew that she had been blessed with a tight vagina. Even after Cindy's birth, which was supposed to stretch a woman's vagina, Alice's cunt had remained pleasantly tight. At this very moment she could feel every inch of young Arnie's prick touching the sensitive walls of her vagina, and that made screwing the most satisfying experience possible for Alice Herter.
The exciting warmth of Alice's cunt surrounding and gripping his throbbing prick made Arnie grit his teeth and hold his breath to keep from coming on his very first thrust into her body! Several times he wondered if he was asleep and dreaming. Would he wake up any minute to find himself with his cock in his hand after another wet dream?
Imagine screwing Cindy Herter's mother, the best looking woman in town! The very thought made his balls tingle with added excitement. Why go after the girls when you can fuck their mothers, he thought to himself?
The inexperienced boy had no sexual knowledge or technique, but instinct guided him as he jabbed his aching cock into her warm cunt. He found that movement inside her vagina gave them both intense pleasure and he thrust into her awkwardly until he found a rhythm that made both of them moan.
"That's it, Arnie!" Alice gasped. "Fuck me! Ram that cock to me! Oh, yes! Like that. Ram it up me! Cram my cunt full of that precious prick! Deeper! Deeper! Harder! Yes! YES! Fuck me!"
Alice had never talked to a man like this during the sex act before in her life and it excited her! She could hardly believe the words were coming from her own mouth! She knew it excited the boy because every time she used the language with him his cock seemed to fly inside her vagina and his breathing became more and more erratic.
"Fuck me, Arnie! I want to feel your hot sperm flood my cunt and ooze down my legs! Fuck me. Uhh! That's it, harder! Give me that beautiful prick! Deeper! Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Ooooohh! Slap those balls against my ass! I want them to explode and send their load up my pussy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Alice began chanting the four-letter words into the young boy's ear. She threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around the slender child's waist, locking her heels behind his heaving hips. Her body began writhing on the couch as she screwed her vagina up and down the length of his lovely young shaft. When his pelvis made a grinding contact with her clitoris, the thirty-seven-year-old woman knew she was on the edge of a climax.
"Now fuck me, Arnie! I mean it! Fuck me, damn it! Give me that prick! Now! NOW! A A AAaaaaiiiieeee!! "
The young boy's entire body seemed to explode! His balls rumbled and then erupted like a volcano, and for a moment he thought his life-stream would be drained out through his raging prick.
Their bodies arched and twisted, until they actually fell off the couch and lay side by side laughing contentedly.
Half an hour later, Alice prepared instant coffee in the Baker kitchen and drank three steaming cups before she dressed to drive home.
"You mustn't tell anybody," she cautioned Arnie as she prepared to leave, "even your best friends, what happened tonight. If you do, Arnie, I'll deny it-and, what's more, I'll never do anything again with you."
"I won't tell," Arnie promised. "Can we do this again, Alice?"
"Well, we'll see," Alice said noncommittally.
"How about tomorrow?" the boy asked eagerly.
"We'll see, Arnie," Alice said quietly.
CHAPTER SIX
"That's what Debbie said, I swear it!" Margie Conners said earnestly as she and Cindy Herter put the finishing touches on the sign for the country fair.
"Arnie said he made out with my mother?" Cindy asked incredulously.
"That's what Debbie told Betty," Margie responded. "Betty said she only knew what Dick told her, that Arnie said your mother went over to his house last night and he made out with her. He said she was drunk."
"That shows how stupid it is!" Cindy exclaimed. "My mother doesn't get drunk!"
Cindy's voice was far more confident than she was. She remembered her mother's hangover this morning. "The worst I've ever had," her mother had said. And Cindy knew her mother had been drinking fairly regularly lately. But she still couldn't believe that her mother would make love with Arnie Baker! Cindy couldn't deny that her mother had gone to Arnie's house last night, however, and that disturbed her.
"I suppose he'll be spreading that lie all over school next week!" Cindy said as she screwed the top back on the jar of paint.
"According to Betty, Dick told her it was a big secret. Arnie only told Dick after Dick swore he wouldn't tell anybody. And Dick swore Betty to secrecy."
"Like I said", Cindy responded bitterly, "it will be all over school next week! Honestly! Somebody should do something about Arnie Baker! He's nothing but a dirty, slimy rat! Did I tell you what happened yesterday at lunch?"
As the two girls washed up and placed the sign outside to dry in the dying rays of the sun, Cindy told Margie all about her adventure with Arnie Baker in the park the day before.
"That shows you just what kind of a rat he is!" Cindy said in conclusion. "Wow, it's late! I have to get home and change for the meeting tonight. Will you be there?"
"Sure," Margie responded.
"Okay, see you then!" Cindy cried, climbing on her bike and riding down the street.
The thirteen-year-old girl's mind was troubled as she rode the four blocks to her house. Was it possible that her mother could have made love with Arnie Baker? And why did everything in life center on sex? Only last month Cindy had discovered the joy of playing with herself, and that added to her confusion about sex. She had heard all the older girls talking about the things they did with boys. She told her friends that those things disgusted her, but secretly she admitted that they sounded strangely exciting. There was so much she wanted to know! The worst part was being so confused about how she actually felt about things!
Most of the girls thought sex was great fun, a natural and good thing. But most adults always acted like it was a bad thing for young people. Which was true?
Cindy knew one thing, the budding desires in her body seemed to be growing more intense by the day! She even woke up in the middle of the night and found her hand down between her legs rubbing her pubic mound! Was that natural? And what did her mother do for sex now that her father wasn't around? Cindy had wanted to ask her mother about that, but she could never summon up the nerve.
By the time she reached her house, Cindy Herter had a sinking feeling that there just might be some truth in what Arnie Baker was saying. Not that she believed that vile snake Arnie, but she was just a little suspicious.
Cindy found her mother in the back yard working on the brazier.
"Hi, Mom, feeling any better?" Cindy asked. "Not much, darling," Alice sighed. "I think I've been paying for all the booze I've consumed in the past month today! I swear I've taken almost a whole bottle of aspirin and my head still feels like somebody is inside with a huge hammer. Let this be a lesson for you, Cindy!"
"Maybe you need a hair of the dog that bit you," Cindy suggested.
"Where did you hear that?" Alice laughed. "From some of the kids at school," Cindy replied. "I don't even know what it means."
"Hungry?" Alice asked.
"Starved, but I'm running late. I have to get dressed for the meeting tonight."
"How about a pizza?" Alice asked.
"Takes too long."
"Or a submarine sandwich?"
"That'd be neat!"
"Okay," Alice smiled, "you get a shower and change, and I'll make us a big submarine."
Alice's head was pounding when she walked into the kitchen to prepare a light supper. She thought about Cindy's remark, hesitated, then poured herself a carefully measured ounce of gin and gulped it down. Alice had no desire for a drink, but she had to have some relief from this monumental hangover she had been suffering all day long!
The alcohol burned as it cascaded down her throat and for a moment the thirty-seven-year-old woman thought she was going to gag! Within minutes, however, the tension in her body began to ease and she felt much better. She made the long sandwiches and set the table. While she was waiting for her daughter, Alice decided to have another short shot of gin. This time she measured herself less than an ounce of the clear liquid. She was determined not to get drunk, or even high, tonight!
Cindy came out dressed in her scout uniform and they sat out on the patio to eat their sandwiches.
"Mom, did you talk to Arnie's parents last night?" Cindy asked casually.
"They weren't home, dear," Alice replied.
"But you were gone for a long time."
"Well, I took advantage of the fact that his parents weren't home and had a long talk with Arnie, Cindy. I don't think he'll bother you again."
"What did he say?" Cindy asked suspiciously.
"Well, of course he was very embarrassed. I told him it wasn't any easier for me than it was for him," Alice explained. "I'll say this for him, he didn't try to lie to me. He told me very much the same story you did."
"He admitted it?"
"Of course, darling. I told him that I knew what had happened and he admitted everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything, including the fact that you got in a couple of good feels yourself when you were wrestling with him."
"Oh, mother!" Cindy exclaimed.
"Well, I don't blame you, Cindy," Alice smiled. "It was the natural thing to do. In fact, I'd have been worried if you hadn't grabbed his prick to see what it was like."
"Mother!" Cindy exclaimed, blushing a bright red.
"It's all right, Cindy," Alice said reassuringly. "Like I said, it was the perfectly natural thing to do. You're growing up now, and it's time you learned all about sex."
"Not with a snake like Arnie Baker!"
"Well," Alice laughed, "I don't think you have to worry about Arnie Baker any more. In fact, he said he was going to apologize to you today or on Monday at school."
"I'll bet!" Cindy said sarcastically.
"Arnie's not all that bad, Cindy. But it doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure he won't bother you again."
"Did anything else happen?" Cindy asked as casually as she could.
"No, darling. We just talked and I came home." Alice didn't like this third degree she was getting from her thirteen-year-old daughter, but she could understand why Cindy wanted to know everything that had taken place between her and Arnie. Still, the conversation made her uncomfortable, and she had a strong desire for a drink.
"What are you going to do tonight, Mom?" Cindy asked as she finished her soft drink and stood up to clear the table.
"Oh, I don't know," Alice replied. "I suppose I'll watch some TV and read a little. When will you be home, darling?"
"Late, I guess. The meeting lasts until nine-thirty, and Mrs. Ackermann has asked us all over to her house for hot chocolate and brownies afterward. She said she'd drive me home."
"That's fine, dear. Have a good time," Alice said, kissing her daughter on the cheek.
Cindy was on her way out the door when the phone rang. She hesitated at the front door to see if it was someone calling for her. The thirteen-year-old girl heard her mother answer the phone and the tone of her mother's voice once she began talking cause the girl to listen.
"Oh, it's you!" Alice said in a disturbed tone. "Well, I don't know ... No, not there! ... Well, I don't know ... All right ... When? ... Okay, but be sure nobody sees you...."
Cindy heard her mother hang up the phone and the thirteen-year-old girl slid outside and closed the front door quietly. What was that all about, she wondered? The teenage girl's mind was troubled as she stood in the shadows of the entrance to her house. Whatever it was, she told herself, her mother certainly didn't want her to know about it. The way Alice had talked in whispers told her daughter that it was something secret. Could it have been Arnie Baker? Was he trying to see her mother again?
The thirteen-year-old girl hesitated at the door for a long moment and then made a decision. She walked quickly over to Mary's house, two doors down the block. Mary came to the door when Cindy rang.
"Mary," Cindy said in an urgent whisper, "I don't have any time, so please just listen. I'm not going to the meeting tonight. You tell Mrs. Ackermann for me, okay?"
"But...." her friend began.
"I don't have time to explain now. It's a big secret," Cindy said quietly. "I'll tell you tomorrow, okay? Just tell Mrs. Ackermann that I had a headache or something. But don't let her call my house about it!"
"All right," Mary agreed.
"Thanks," Cindy breathed urgently. "I owe you one. Gotta run."
Cindy disappeared into the dark and ran back toward her house. Instead of going to the front door, Cindy walked quietly along the side of the house and made her way to her bedroom window. The screen was broken from the time she locked herself out of the house and had to break in, so she unhooked it quietly and slid her window up. She was careful not to make any noise as she crawled in through her window and she closed it as quietly as she had opened it.
The girl was grateful that her room was dark as she made her way silently to the hall. She could hear her mother in the kitchen and she slipped quietly down the corridor and peeked around the room divider between the kitchen and the family room.
Cindy saw her mother pour a stiff drink of gin and raise it to her lips to drain it in one long gulp. It saddened the teenager to see her mother drinking like this!
Alice had no idea Cindy was back in the house. She was certain her daughter would be gone until well after ten o'clock. So it was only natural she did not see the young girl crouched behind the room divider when She walked by to make sure the front door was locked.
Cindy watched her mother putter aimlessly j around the house and held her breath every time Alice walked close to her hiding place. She noticed j that her mother kept glancing toward the patio door. Cindy saw Alice go to the kitchen and pour herself another drink, and from the way she swayed when she walked, the thirteen-year-old girl knew that her mother was getting high.
The light tapping on the sliding glass door to the ( patio startled Cindy and scared the young girl half out of her wits. She held her breath as her mother , walked quickly to the door and opened it. Alice was blocking Cindy's view and she couldn't see who walked in until her mother stepped aside.
It was Johnny Parson from across the ravine! Cindy was so surprised she gasped aloud and she trembled with the fear that they had heard her. In her mind, the thirteen-year-old girl was certain that it was Arnie Snake Baker who had called. Instead, it must have been Johnny Parson! What did her mother have to do with Johnny Parson? Why they hardly knew the Parsons!
"Did anybody see you?" Alice asked.
"No," Johnny said positively. "I was careful."
"I still don't like this," Alice commented. "I don't want people in the neighborhood to start talking."
"Nobody saw me, honest!" Johnny said.
"I hope not!" Alice remarked. "Now what was so urgent that you had to see me tonight, Johnny?"
"Well, I knew that Cindy was going to a scout meeting ... ," Johnny said hesitantly.
Cindy's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name and she scooted down as low as she could behind the room divider.
"And?" Alice prompted.
"And, well ... well, there's no use lying to you," Johnny said with a flush crossing his cheeks, "I just wanted to see you, that's all."
"Why?" Alice persisted, a trace of a contented smile crossing her full, sensuous lips.
"Well, gee, you know ... ," the shy boy responded.
"So we could play games together?" Alice prompted.
"Yeah!"
"Did you get a hard-on thinking about me?" Alice laughed, looking pointedly at the bulge in his pants.
"Yes," the boy admitted in a small voice.
Cindy could hardly believe her ears! Was this her mother talking? And to Johnny Parson! Johnny was even younger than Cindy was! Cindy wasn't sure, but she thought Johnny Parson was twelve! And her mother was asking him if he got a hard-on thinking about her!
"I'm going to have a drink," Alice announced with a light laugh, "do you want anything?"
"Gee, I could use a coke. I'm thirsty," the boy replied.
"How about a root beer?" Alice asked. "Cindy doesn't like cokes, and we don't keep them in the house."
"Hey, a root beer would be great!" The awkward young boy said.
Alice poured herself a generous gin and water and opened a bottle of root beer for the young boy. Handing him his soft drink, she led the way into the family room.
Cindy's heart was in her throat when the two of them walked just inches away from where she was concealed behind the room divider. She thought sure they would see her, but they didn't. She had no way of knowing that they were far too occupied with their own thoughts about each other to notice that she was hidden in the room. She saw her mother sit down on the couch and watched Johnny boldly sit down next to her.
"So you got a hard-on thinking about me," Alice giggled as she took a long swallow from her drink.
"Didn't you think about me at all?" Johnny asked.
"Sure," Alice said brightly. "I remembered all the fun we had together."
"You did!" the boy asked eagerly.
The fun they'd had together! Cindy breath came sharply with the sudden realization that her mother and Johnny had been together before!
"Of course I did, Johnny," Alice replied. "I enjoyed what we did together. You know that. It's just that I don't know if it would be wise for us to keep seeing each other. Have you any idea what people would say? What do you think your parents would say if they knew?"
"Aw, they don't have to know!" the boy said. "Nobody has to know. We can be real careful and nobody will ever know. Beside, you promised to teach me all about sex, remember?"
"Well ... ," Alice began.
"And if we like each other, why shouldn't we have fun together?" the boy demanded.
"It's just that I'm worried about somebody finding out, Johnny," Alice said softly. "We could get in plenty of trouble."
"Nobody will ever know if we're real careful," Johnny persisted.
"I wish I was sure of that," Alice sighed.
"Don't you want to have fun with me?" Johnny asked in a depressed voice.
"Of course I do, Johnny darling!" she assured him.
Cindy was having trouble believing her ears when her eyes suddenly seemed to betray her! She saw Johnny boldly reach out and grasp her mother's breast in his hand! She heard her mother murmur something, and then Johnny was kissing her on the mouth. And while they were kissing, Cindy saw Johnny's hand drop to her mother's leg and begin creeping up her thigh. And instead of slapping the fresh boy, Cindy saw her mother actually part her legs!
"OOOoooohh, Johnny!" Alice purred. "You're a quick learner! That feels so good!"
The thirteen-year-old girl reached down and actually pinched herself to make sure she wasn't having a wild dream! Johnny had his hand up under her mother's skirt and her mother was telling him that it felt good! Cindy's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she saw her mother reach down and place her hand over the huge bulge in Johnny's lap! She saw her mother begin rubbing Johnny's prick while they kissed!
"God, you are a horny little devil, aren't you?" J Alice sighed as her pulse beat rapidly when they ' boy located her clitoris and began massaging it gently. "What do you want to do, Johnny?" she j teased coyly.
"Everything!" the responded eagerly.
"Do you want me to suck your cock?" Alice asked teasingly.
"Yes, and I want to eat your pussy," the boy moaned.
"UUuummm, that sounds good! And do you want to fuck me!"
"Jesus, yes!" the boy groaned as she rubbed his cock with her talented, experienced hand.
"Then why don't you take your clothes off, darling?" Alice said softly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thirteen-year-old Cindy was so embarrassed she wanted to die! She had wanted to find out what her mother was doing, but now that she knew she wished she were anywhere else in the world but where she was! And there was no doubt in the teenage girl's mind that she was stuck! She couldn't escape. No matter which way she tried to move from behind the room divider where she was concealed she would be completely exposed to their view!
Cindy's young cheeks were burning and her tummy was filled with butterflies as she saw young Johnny Parson stand up and begin peeling off his clothes. She wanted to close her eyes, to hide her face from this embarrassing sight, but her body would not obey the commands of her mind. Her curious young eyes were glued to the sight before her.
Alice Herter's eyes were also fixed on the youth's lean body as he slipped out of his shirt. She felt her own body react as she stared at his naked shoulders and chest. Her skin became warm and flushed and a familiar itch sparked between her thighs. Why did these young teenage boys turn her on so? Their bodies lacked the masculine strength of mature men, and in a way they were in a awkward stage of development at this age.
Was it the sheer animal delights she had experienced with both Johnny and Arnie? The physical pleasures of raw sex without the emotional involvement of the usual male-female relationship? Or was it the urgent needs of their young bodies and the joy of seeing them discover the pleasures of sex?
Whatever it is, Alice said to herself, it turns me on like crazy! She felt her pulse quicken as she watched Johnny loosen his belt and begin peeling his pants down. Her tongue coursed her lips lasciviously in anticipation of seeing his vigorous young penis!
Cindy's cheeks burned even brighter red when she saw her mother obscenely lick her lips as Johnny began taking his pants off! How could she! Was her mother nothing more than a bitch in heat! Cindy wanted to hide her eyes when Johnny pulled his pants down, but she couldn't force her young eyelids down!
Then the boy's rigid penis jumped into view and Cindy almost gasped aloud. She had never seen a boy's sex organ before and the size of it surprised her! It was so long and hard, and sticking straight out from his groin! The tip was swollen and bright pink, almost like a light bulb from a Xmas tree! His testicles hung in a tight sac beneath the rigid pole at his crotch.
The teenage girl almost cried out when she saw her mother reach up and grasp Johnny's hard, quivering penis in her hand! How could she? It seemed so unreal to the young girl!
"What a beautiful hard prick!" Alice exclaimed, holding the instrument of joy in her hand and fondling it affectionately. "Is it hot, Johnny darling?"
"God yes!" the boy exclaimed, "aren't you ... aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Do you want to see my body?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes?"
"Why?"
"I live to look at your tits!" the twelve-year-old boy moaned as the thirty-seven-year-old woman fondled his throbbing organ. "And your pussy!" he added quickly.
FIVE
"Why don't you help me get out of this dress?" Alice asked in a little-girl voice, holding onto his rigid prick like a handle as she pulled herself to her feet.
How could he dare use those words in front of her mother, Cindy asked herself? The teenage girl's idea that perhaps her mother was just playing a game with the twelve-year-old boy, that she would soon laugh and send him home, disappeared when Cindy saw her mother bend down and grasp the hem of her dress and begin pulling it up.
"Unzip me at the back," the woman said to the naked boy. "All the way, Johnny darling, or I won't be able to get it over my head. That's it!" Cindy could hardly believe her eyes! Her mother was stark naked under her dress! She didn't have on a bra or panties-or anything! The thirteen-year-old girl's blush deepened when she found herself staring at her mother's full, heavy breasts. Cindy was vaguely proud of her own breasts. They were full and firm and stood straight out on her chest, but they were pimples compared to her mother's sculptured tits!
The young girl's eyes dropped to her mother's lush pubic mound. She envied the older woman's full mat of curly pubic hair. Cindy's own mound was sparsely coated with a soft fuzz and she couldn't seem to will it to grow fast enough!
As the embarrassed teenage girl watched, her mother fell naked into the nude boy's arms. Her hand stroked and pumped his rigid penis while they kissed, and to Cindy's horror she saw Johnny's hands roam freely over her mother's body! Even worse, it was obvious that her mother enjoyed his caresses! She could see Alice's body tremble with pleasure as the young boy fondled her breasts.
"What do you want to do first, Johnny darling?" Alice asked breathlessly as their lips parted.
"Would you ... would...." the boy began hesitantly.
"I'll bet you want your cock sucked!" Alice exclaimed, squeezing the boy's hard member fondly in her hand. "Is that it?"
"Yes!" the boy blurted out.
"Don't be shy, Johnny darling," Alice said in a mock scolding tone. "You know I love to suck your cock!"
Cindy couldn't believe her ears! Was it really her mother talking, saying those things? And did she mean what she said? Did she really like to suck Johnny's cock? Was it fun for the girl to suck the boy's cock? Cindy felt so frustrated that she knew so little!
Alice laughed as she pulled Johnny down on the couch and had him stretch out on his back. The years seemed to lift from her weary back as she cavorted with these exciting young boys! She felt like a gay teenager without a care in the world! The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee ran her fingertips lovingly over the youth's lean body, letting his youth and strength flow through her like an electric charge. She gazed fondly at his rigid penis, standing straight up at his crotch like a graceful stalk of lovely asparagus. His prick glistened invitingly with a coat of his lubricating fluids and the swollen head was capped with a tiny tear.
Alice pulled the young boy's legs apart and placed herself on her knees between his trembling thighs. Her fingers traced burning trails along his thighs as she reached out to fondle his pulsing balls.
"This is my favorite piece of candy," she said in a throaty voice as she bend down and brought her mouth to his throbbing stem. Alice darted her tongue out and captured the tear poised in the slit at the tip of his blood swollen penis. "Uummmm! A delicious drop of Johnny's honey!"
Cindy's mind seemed to scream with confusion as she saw her mother begin licking the twelve-year-old boy's rigid prick. Everything seemed so terribly wrong! Was it really her own mother talking like this and doing these things-especially with a boy who was even younger than her own daughter? And how could she actually lick a boy's penis and like it? The thought passed through the shocked young girl's mind that her mother might just be pretending, but Cindy knew her mother well enough to realize that she wasn't putting on an act!
What was even more confusing to the young girl was the tingling sensation between her own legs. Although she had only recently discovered the pleasures of her body, Cindy knew that she was becoming excited! It was like there was a tiny fire flickering about in her young pussy!
Cindy watched her mother purse her lips and slide them over the swollen head of twelve-year-old Johnny Parson's penis. Then she saw the young boy's prick begin to disappear inside her mother's mouth. Her mother's lips seemed to work their way slowly down the rigid stalk until the boy's entire organ was gone from sight! The flames in the thirteen-year-old girl's loins grew hotter, but Cindy held herself in rigid control. She consciously fought back the urge to reach down and relieve the growing tension in her groin with her hand.
Johnny Parson was on top of the world as he watched the sexy woman suck his cock! The sight of his throbbing prick gliding in and out of her pretty mouth filled his vision and made his balls ache! For the past two days his every thought had been of the fantastic things she had done to him in the club house that afternoon! The twelve-year-old boy was certain he was the luckiest guy in the whole world!
"Oh wow!" he moaned as her head bobbed up and down at his crotch. Johnny wished he could last longer! He could feel his balls swelling up to the size of oranges as they prepared to send their hot, pulsing load gushing into Alice's mouth. He could feel her hard nipples grazing his thighs as she leaned down to swallow his rod in her hot throat. God, how he loved her tits!
The divorcee's entire body seemed to catch fire as she felt the boy's penis swell and throb in her mouth! She knew he was about to cum and the anticipation of having his boiling sperm gush into her mouth made her cunt steam with excitement! She swirled her tongue around his pulsating stem and drew the swollen head as deep as she could into her throat. She reached down between his lean thighs and grasped his aching balls in her hand to massage and pump them as she ran her full lips up and down the length of his shaft.
Cindy dug her fingers into the carpet to keep herself from reaching down to rub her stirring pubic mound. She did not completely understand what she was seeing, but there was no mistaking the animal excitement of the two people on the sofa! Their mew's and moans seemed to transmit electric sexual current directly from the young girl's ears to her loins! She saw Johnny's body writhing beneath her mother's hungry mouth and the thirteen-year-old girl found it strangely exciting to realize that a woman could give a man such pleasure! Then she saw Johnny's hips arch off the sofa and she heard him cry out.
"AAAAAaaaaaaah hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" the twelve-year-old boy groaned as his dam burst and his juices went rocketing into the sexy woman's throat.
"UUnuummmmm!" Alice mumbled, her gasp of pleasure muffled by the spurting penis in her mouth. She was not surprised that she experienced a tiny, but very nice, orgasm the moment the boy's cock began spurting hot sperm into her throat. The divorcee had reached the conclusion that sexually anything was possible with these delightful children!
Alice sucked the boy's throbbing prick until it was completely dry, then she slid it out of her mouth and licked it to capture every exciting drop of his intoxicating juice in her hungry mouth.
"Did you enjoy that?" she said to the boy, squeezing his still rigid penis affectionately in her hand.
"Christ, yes!" the youth gasped.
"So did I!" Alice sighed. "It makes me so hot to suck your delicious cock!"
"Do you like me to shoot off in your mouth?" Johnny asked.
"I love it!" Alice sighed. "I actually had a tiny little cum when you did, darling."
"Gee!" the boy exclaimed in a soft voice. "I dreamed about licking your cunt last night, Alice."
"You did?" Alice replied in a pleased tone.
"Yeah."
"Was it fun, darling?" the divorcee asked, stroking the child's hard prick.
"Uh-huh," the boy said.
"Tell me about your dream."
"Oh, I just licked your cunt and kept licking it until you begged me to fuck you," the boy said slowly.
"Ummm! That's exciting! Do you want to do that now?"
"Yes! If you want me to," the boy added quickly.
"Want you to?" Alice laughed. "Darling, you know I love to feel your tongue in my pussy! "
Cindy's head was spinning with the things she was hearing! Her knees were cramped in her hiding place behind the room divider, but the thrilling sensations coursing through her young body overcame her discomfort. As she watched with curious eyes, her mother and the young boy changed positions on the couch. Alice stretched out on her back like a Roman empress and Johnny climbed on his knees between her widespread legs.
The burning itch between the thirteen-year-old girl's thighs seemed to double in intensity when she saw the young boy reach out and place his hand on her mother's pubic mound. She saw him begin playing with her mother's pubic hair and then dip his fingers down into the dark jungle of her mother's vulva.
"OOooohhh, Johnny!" Alice sighed.
Cindy was virtually hypnotized by the sight of Johnny Parson's face slowly lowering to her mother's crotch! He seemed to move so slowly, as if he was teasing her mother! Then, as his mouth neared her pussy, Cindy saw his tongue dart out between his lips and disappear into the heavy matted mound. The thirteen-year-old girl's will melted as the fire in her young vulva raged. As she watched Johnny dip his tongue into her mother's pussy, Cindy could feel it touching her own vagina. She reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped her hand up to her crotch to ease the growing demands of her youthful body.
"AAAaaahhh!" Alice crooned. "God! That's so good, Johnny! OH! You have no idea how good that feels, darling!"
The thirty-seven-year-old woman's pussy seemed to be on fire! She could feel the darling young boy's tongue gliding sensuously up and down the length of her wet slit, the tip probing eagerly every inch of her sex. She felt the quivering tip of his tongue dig into her anus, then shoot up inside her rectum for a delightfully intense moment. The next moment, his twelve-year-old tongue was probing inside her excited vagina! Alice placed her hands on the child's head and pressed his face against her crotch affectionately. God how she loved to have these young boys eat her!
"OOOooohhhh! Yes, darling! Lick me there! Oh God, lick me there!" she cried when the boy began running his eager young tongue over the sensitive ' surface of her erect clitoris.
Her mother's cries of pleasure seemed to sear the very core of the scandalized girl's being! The strangeness of the scene she was witnessing from her concealed position behind the room divider faded and Cindy began identifying with everything she saw and heard. She imagined that she could feel the exciting pleasures her mother was experiencing as little Johnny Parson eagerly licked her pussy. At first Cindy's young hand simply pressed against her itching public mound, but now her fingers were busily moving up and down in a rubbing motion that made her very warm.
The thirteen-year-old girl's eyes darted from the sight of the young boy's face buried in her mother's crotch to the rigid pole sticking out from his groin. The sight of his hard penis fascinated the young teenage girl! She wondered what it felt like? Was it as hard as it looked? And she loved the way his testicles hung down below his shaft, swaying as his body quivered with its building passion!
"Are you hot?" Johnny asked, removing his tongue from her straining cunt and resting his chin on her lush public mound.
"I'm burning up!" Alice moaned. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm all hot again," Johnny said in an almost apologetic voice. "Can we fuck?"
"Oh darling, of course!" Alice moaned, her body still writhing from the fantastic desires his young tongue had aroused. "Shove your cock in my cunt! But hurry, darling, before I cook down!"
Cindy's breath caught in her thirteen-year-old throat as she saw Johnny Parson mount her mother! Hearing her mother use the language of sex sent butterflies racing through the teenaged girl's veins, and watching Johnny bring his hard stem to her mother's pussy caused the young girl to moan softly. Fortunately, her moan went unheard in the excitement taking place on the sofa.
"Hurry, darling!" Alice cried softly, reaching out and grasping the twelve-year-old boy's throbbing stalk in her hand and guiding it to her steaming vulva. "Shove this prick up me and fuck me!"
Cindy's young body was suddenly no longer satisfied with the soft rubbing of her hand through her panties. Unconsciously, the thirteen-year-old virgin slipped her fingers beneath the leg bands of her nylon panties and brought them into thrilling contact with the moist flesh of her young sex. She began running the tip of her index finger up and down her virginal slit as she watched her mother pull the boy's prick toward her vagina.
The teenage girl saw her mother actually pull Johnny's rigid penis into her hole. From her position behind the room divider, Cindy was staring directly at Johnny Parson's buttocks as the boy mounted her mother like a stud mounts a mare in heat. She could see the dark circle of his anus between the cheeks of his ass. His balls swayed back and forth as he began pressing his .j hard weapon into her mother's body and the young girl could see the glistening shaft slowly f disappearing into her mother's dark red vagina!
"Ram that prick up me!" Alice cried, throwing her legs around the young boy's waist and wiggling her hips to work the lips of her cunt up his throbbing shaft. "Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me!"
Little Johnny Parson needed little urging! His whole body ached with screaming desire as he thrust his prick into the woman's hot box! The tight fit made it feel like the walls of her vagina was grasping his cock in a vise-like grip! He jerked his hips and thrust, working his aching penis inch by inch to the boiling depths of her womb. The thought flashed through the excited young boy's mind that he could fuck Alice like this twenty-four hours a day!
It was all teenage Cindy could do to keep from crying out as she saw Johnny's gleaming shaft sliding in and out of her mother's body! She could hear her mother's excited moans and she saw Alice's body twist and squirm beneath the boy's plunging penetration! The girl wondered what it would feel like to have a hard prick digging inside her body like that? She dug the tip of her finger in her own hole and gasped at the surge of pleasure that swept through her young body!
"Give it to me! Give me that cock!" the divorcee cried, digging her heels into the boy's ass to urge him on as he pumped his hot stem into her. She threw her arms around the boy and pressed him against her bosom tightly. She loved to feel her nipples crushed beneath his smooth chest!
"Tell me how it feels!" she moaned in his ear.
"Good!" the boy gasped.
"Do you like fucking me?" she asked, grinding her hips on the couch to rub her quaking clitoris against his surging pelvis.
"I ... like ... to ... fuck ... you ... more ... than ... anything ... else!" the boy replied, his words punctuated with grunts as he dug his dick into her squirming pussy.
"Tell me how it feels!" she moaned, darting her tongue into his ear as she bucked her body against his.
"Your cunt is so tight!" he gasped.
"I love to hear you talk about it!" Alice moaned. "And I love the way your beautiful cock fills my cunt so! Talk to me about fucking."
"I want to shove my cock so far up your cunt you'll scream with joy," the boy whispered hoarsely.
"Oh Johnny darling, do it!" the thirty-seven-year-old woman cried. "I want to feel that root of yours crush my tonsils! OH! Oooooohhh! That's it! Fuck me! Rub your balls against my ass when you ram it all the way up me like that. I want to feel those lovely balls rubbing against my asshole! Christ yes, that's it! Fuck me, darling!"
Johnny Parson had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding! Talking about sex like this while he was driving his prick to the very depths of her scalding womb made the blood boil in his young veins! He could feel the cheeks of her ass nibbling at his balls as they rubbed against her tight asshole. Her clitoris was grinding against his pelvis and his passion soared to heights the twelve-year-old boy had never known before!
Cindy's young body was writhing and straining in her hiding place as her eyes remained glued to the sight of Johnny's lunging cock flying in and out of her mother's writhing cunt! The young girl was rubbing her small, budding clitoris with her thumb while she dug her finger up her young vagina and she could no longer control the gurgling cries of pleasure in her throat. She tried to muffle the sounds of her own passion, unaware that the two grunting, excited people on the couch would probably not hear her if she screamed at the top of her lungs! Her hot little body was straining against her inexperienced young hand as she tried to relieve the almost incredible tension of her budding desire.
''Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee cried, kicking her heels into the twelve-year-old boy's pumping buttocks. Alice knew the game was over. She could no longer hold out! She wanted to feel his hots sperm splash into her womb!
"I'm going to come!" the boy gasped, ramming his prick to the depths of the older woman's vagina with hard, vicious thrusts.
"Come! Give me your hot sperm! Shoot it up my cunt! Oh sweet Jesus! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Alice screamed when the first jets splashed against her uterus and began swirling around inside her vagina to trigger a ripping earthquake inside her body.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
The whimpering, muffled sound escaped from thirteen-year-old Cindy's throat when she felt her own body explode with unexpected force as her fingers worked feverishly on her excited young pussy. For a moment the child was afraid that the two on the couch heard her cry. Her heart seemed to stop beating, but when she saw that the sound of her own climax had been lost in the animal excitement of their own satisfaction, the young girl breathed a sigh of relief!
Cindy saw her mother and Johnny Parson collapse into a confused pile of arms and legs on the couch as their bodies struggled to return to normal. She glanced up at her mother's pretty face and the satisfaction written in her mother's expression warmed the young girl's heart. She also noticed that her mother's eyes were closed and Cindy recognized that this might be the moment for her to escape.
Reluctantly, the young girl withdrew her wet hand from her crotch and slowly pulled herself into a half crouching position. She waited for a long moment, and when she saw that Johnny also had his eyes closed, Cindy quietly slipped away from the room divider and made her way down the hall to her room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost ten o'clock Sunday morning before Cindy Herter emerged from her room and came wandering into the kitchen in her bathrobe.
"Well, you certainly slept in this morning, sleepy head!" Alice remarked, looking with concern at her daughter's downcast expression. "How about some breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry," Cindy replied, almost, under her breath.
"You need some breakfast, darling," Alice said. "At least let me fix you some orange juice."
'T said I'm not hungry!" Cindy said a little testily.
"Cindy do you feel all right?" Alice asked.
"Just because I'm not hungry doesn't mean I'm sick," the thirteen-year-old girl replied impatiently, walking nervously around the kitchen and keeping her eyes glued to the floor to avoid looking at her mother.
"I asked, darling, because Mrs. Ackermann called this morning to see if you felt better. She wanted to know why you failed to show up at the meeting last night. Want to tell me about it?"
Alice watched her daughter fidget with her hands for a moment. She poured herself the remaining cup of coffee from the pot and walked over to sit down at the breakfast table by the window.
"You'll feel better, Cindy, if you get it off your chest," Alice said, sipping the steaming coffee and glancing at her daughter.
"Maybe you're right," Cindy sighed, walking slowly over to the table and lowering her body dejectedly into a chair facing her mother.
"Of course I'm right, Cindy," Alice said quietly. "Tell me what's bothering you. Why didn't you go to the scout meeting last night? I thought you put on your uniform and left."
"I did. Then I came back home," Cindy remarked slowly, making the difficult decision she had been avoiding all morning in her room. She would have to confront her mother with what she had seen and have it out.
"I didn't hear you come back," Alice commented with her heart skipping a beat. "Did you forget something?"
"No, mother, I wanted to see what you were doing with the boys," Cindy sighed.
"And?" Alice asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"I saw it all-everything!"
"You what?"
"I saw everything, Mom," Cindy said gently, hating herself when she saw the stricken look on her mother's face. "I crawled in through my window and hid over there behind the room divider. I saw Johnny Parson come in, and I ... I saw everything you did together!"
Tears welled up in the thirteen-year-old child's eyes and spilled onto her cheeks. Not understanding the reason behind her daughter's tears, Alice became a little indignant in defense of herself.
"Well, I hope you're proud of yourself, Cindy! Sneaking around the house and hiding to watch me!"
"I'm sorry, Mom," Cindy responded apologetically. "I hated myself for doing it, but I ... well, I had to know!"
"And now that you know?" Alice asked quietly, wondering how in the world she was supposed to handle this situation with her sensitive young daughter. What should she tell Cindy? How should she explain herself and her actions?
"Now ... Cindy sobbed, "now I'm so terribly confused!"
"Want to talk about it?" Alice asked softly.
"I don't know. I guess so."
"Do you think what I did was terrible?" Alice asked cautiously.
"I don't know!" Cindy cried. "I don't understand Why did you do it?"
Alice considered a moment before responding. Finally, she decided there was nothing to do but tell her daughter the truth, try to explain herself as best she could.
"Cindy, each of us has a powerful sex drive," Alice began calmly. "It's so powerful it affects almost everything we do in life. We have to have an outlet for this drive. I suppose the normal outlet is through sex in marriage, but, as you know, marriage didn't work out for me. And since I've been alone, darling, I've been sexually frustrated to the point of being miserable."
"But couldn't you have ... affairs with men?" the thirteen-year-old girl asked.
"I did, Cindy," Alice replied with a sigh. "And I'm afraid that those didn't work out either. I even tried masturbating. I sent off for a vibrator and I found that it gave me some pleasure. But, Cindy, a vibrator is nothing like the real thing. Oh darling, I'm as confused as you are! "
"You are?" Cindy asked, drying her eyes.
"Of course. I know that mature women aren't supposed to play with young boys, but-and I don't expect you to understand this because I'm not sure I understand it myself-I've found more sexual satisfaction with young boys than I ever knew existed in this world!"
"Really?"
"Really, darling," Alice assured her daughter. "And I know that I'm helping these boys."
"How?" Cindy demanded, doubting her mother's last statement.
"Well, darling, adolescence is a very difficult period to go through, especially from the sexual side of life. A young person needs someone experienced to teach them all about sex. It takes the pain and frustration out of it and allows the young person to enjoy sex from the very beginning. I didn't have that, and I blame a good deal of my unhappiness in life on that fact."
"I ... I don't understand," Cindy said hesitantly.
"It's difficult to explain, honey," Alice replied with a warm smile. "And to be honest with you, I'm not certain I understand it fully myself. Let's take Arnie Baker and Johnny Parson for an example."
"Then it was true about Arnie!" Cindy exclaimed.
"If you mean that I had sex with him, yes, it's true," her mother admitted.
"Oh, Mother, how could you?"
"That's what I'm trying to explain, Cindy," Alice said patiently. "Why do you think Arnie tried to make a pass at you? I'll tell you why, because he was horny! The sex urges in his young body were burning him up and he wanted to find some release for his drive. He fumbled around, feeling your breast and getting his orgasm when you rubbed his prick while you wrestled . , "He did?"
"Of course, Cindy," Alice laughed. "He told me that he shot his load all over his pants the minute you rubbed his cock."
"Serves him right!" Cindy said indignantly. "Anyway," Alice continued with a smile, "Arnie would have gone on bothering girls until he found some way to relieve his desires. And if one of the girls at school had cooperated with him, he would have more than likely failed to satisfy her because he simply didn't know the first thing about sex. The young girl would have been left high and dry and yearning for something she didn't understand."
"But wouldn't that be....?"
"Now let me finish, darling," Alice said, placing her hand fondly over that of her daughter. "I'll admit that I was pretty drunk when it happened with Arnie, but I knew what I was doing. When I saw that hard little prick of his sticking out in his pants, I knew I had to have it. Incidentally, he came the minute I put it in my mouth," she added with a chuckle. "Arnie was so damn hot I think he would have cum if I hadn't touched him. Anyway, I can assure you that Arnie Baker has had the edge taken off his sexual appetite! He won't try to rape everything in skirts, and when he makes a pass at a willing girl, he'll satisfy her like crazy with what I taught him! She won't go home frustrated, believe me! The same is true of Johnny Parson. In fact, Johnny's tongue is going to drive some of those girls at school right up a wall!"
Alice saw that her daughter was blushing and she patted the confused young girl's hand.
"Does it bother you to talk so candidly, Cindy darling? Do I shock you?"
"After what I saw and heard last night," Cindy laughed, "what could possibly shock me?"
"I'm sorry you saw us," Alice began, stopping in mid-sentence. "No, I'm not! Not really. In a way,. I'm glad it's all out in the open now. I've been wanting to talk to you about sex for a long time, and this gives us a good opportunity. How did you react to what you saw and heard last night, Cindy?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean did it excite you?" Alice asked. "Did you masturbate or get excited?"
"Yes," the girl admitted in a small voice.
"Well, then, you're normal," Alice said with a smile. "I'm glad. Do you feel that you're ready to start enjoying sex?"
"I don't know!" the girl protested. "Isn't it wrong?"
"It's only wrong if you think it's wrong, Cindy," Alice replied. "Of course, you should be prepared. I mean by that that you should take all the precautions and learn as much as you can first. I think, for instance, that it's time you started on the pill. Regardless of whether you're ready to start having sex or not, it's time you began taking the pill. Then, whenever you decide to indulge your body, you'll be protected. Here, I'll get you one right now. There's no time like the present to begin."
Alice went to the bathroom and returned with a full container of birth control pills. "Take one right now," she said to her daughter, "and make it a religious habit to take one every morning first thing."
"I'll take it," Cindy said, swallowing the pill with a glass of water, "but this doesn't mean I want to start having sex. I mean, after all, is it right for me to start making love when I'm thirteen?"
"If your desires are strong enough...." Alice began.
"Oh, they're strong enough!" Alice sighed.
"And if you want to," Alice continued. "Look, Cindy, I'm not going to urge you either way. This is a decision you have to make on your own As long as you have protection against getting pregnant, and as long as you sincerely want and enjoy sex, I can see no reason to deny yourself. No boy in this day and age expects to marry a virgin, after all!" she laughed.
"Oh, I'm so confused!"
"Of course you are, darling," Alice said softly. "I understand what you're going through. I went through it myself, remember? I only wish my mother had talked to me the way I'm talking to you. But my parents wouldn't let me make the decision, so here I am, at the age of thirty-seven, unable to find any satisfaction except with young boys!"
"But you enjoyed it with Johnny last night, didn't you?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, I did. I really did!" Alice sighed. "Do you hate me for it?"
"Oh, mother, of course I don't hate you!" Cindy exclaimed. "I'll admit I was shocked, but that was because I didn't understand. I understand now."
"Do you, darling? I wish I did," Alice sighed. "And after you explained it, I don't see how it can hurt anybody," the thirteen-year-old girl added. "It's great for Arnie and Johnny, I guess.
And I know it's good for you."
"But what has it done to you?" Alice asked quietly.
"Nothing!" the girl exclaimed nervously. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm so confused! I wish I understood myself!"
Cindy jumped up from the table and ran down the hall to her room. Alice sighed deeply and picked up her coffee cup to carry it to the sink and wash it. She had some idea what her thirteen-year-old daughter was going through, and she sympathized with the girl. She also knew that she wouldn't bring this discussion up again until Cindy indicated that she wanted to talk about it.
CHAPTER NINE
By Wednesday afternoon, Alice Herter was becoming seriously worried about her future. Bright and early Monday morning she applied for unemployment insurance. After a mountain of paperwork and a brief interview she was assured that she would receive a weekly check from the state until she found employment. She was also given several places to go for interviews, companies who had listed their needs with the State Unemployment Office. All three of these turned out to be dead end streets. Since listing themselves with the agency, the companies had each found people and no longer had positions available.
Tuesday morning Alice began following up the positions she had marked in the Sunday paper. Once again she found that she was too late. The businesses, she learned, had been swamped with applicants on Monday morning and had filled the various positions rapidly.
The area usually had among the highest unemployment rates in the nation, and now that the economy was in trouble jobs were becoming very difficult to come by. Several personnel managers had even hinted none too subtly that the country was already in the first stages of a depression and that things would get a good deal worse. At first Alice had shrugged this off. Over the years she had known a number of people who delighted in seeing the bad side of everything and she thought these men were among that group. But as she progressed in her search for employment Alice was beginning to wonder if perhaps they might be right.
Alice parked her Pinto behind the old brick building between Santee and Lakeside and searched through her purse for the note she had written with the man's name to see. A friendly secretary at the last company where Alice applied for a position had told her about an opening with a branch of the county juvenile authority and suggested that Alice drive over and have a talk with the director. One of his assistants, it seemed, had been in an automobile accident over the weekend and had died in the hospital Tuesday night. The woman who passed away was a friend of the girl who told Alice about the possible opening.
Alice had passed the old brick building a hundred times, but she had never realized that it was a county facility. She walked around to the front door and entered the building.
The county facility was badly in need of repairs, particularly a paint job inside. There was no receptionist, and after studying the hall for a moment Alice walked over to a door marked "Director" and knocked.
"Come in!"
Alice opened the door and found an elderly man in his shirt sleeves sitting behind a cluttered desk. He held a phone to his ear and motioned her to a chair beside his desk. Alice sat down and studied the man casually as he finished his conversation. He was, she judged, close to sixty. He looked tired and harried. His thin gray hair was tussled and from the look of his desk it seemed to Alice that he was overworked.
Bert Walker put the phone down and greeted Alice without rising. In a weary voice, almost as if he feared the worst, he asked why she had come. When Alice explained that she had heard there might be an opening, Bert Walker sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair.
"You may have been sent by Providence!" he said. "You understand the situation? With Elaine Masters passing away last night, we're even more short handed than usual. Do you have any idea what we do here, Mrs. Herter?"
"I gather this is a county facility," Alice ventured.
"That's right. We're under the jurisdiction of the juvenile authorities, Mrs. Herter. Actually, we're sort of a way station for wards of the state."
"Wards of the state?"
"Children-in our case, male children-who either technically, legally, or by court ruling been declared wards of the state. From here the boys go into foster homes or orphanages."
"I see," Alice said.
"I'm glad you do," Walker laughed, "because nobody else seems to. That's our problem. We exist because these children have broken no law and the juvenile department is against having them mixed with the more imaginative group at the juvenile detention facilities. They argue-correctly, I believe-that the other little bastards would corrupt our kids. So we were established to be, as I said, a way station to provide these wards of the state food and shelter for anywhere between a week and eight weeks while their fates are determined. The original concept was one or two nights, but in actual practice it takes a second coming of Christ to move a boy through here in less than ten days, and most of the time it takes closer to a month. Unfortunately our budget was set on the original concept and the department chooses to ignore the actual practice. Do you begin to see the problem?"
"I think so," Alice responded with a warm smile. She couldn't help but like this elderly man! He had a kind voice and a ready wit which made him sort of an old shoe to be with.
"We're understaffed, overworked, underpaid and overcrowded," he laughed. "Nothing that couldn't be solved readily by a moderately intelligent administrator. Unfortunately, the county has been short of intelligent administrators for a while-about a century, I'd say."
"Come now, it can't be that bad," Alice laughed.
"Of course it isn't!" he replied. "It's worse! That's why I wondered why an attractive, well groomed woman in possession of a sound mind and body would apply for a position here," he added.
"And I'm not all that good," Alice returned with a smile. "Besides, I have plenty of problems of my own."
"Well keep them to yourself, young lady! I have all the problems I can handle. And I imagine your problems could be reasonably solved with a job. Right?"
"Not entirely, but that would be a major step forward," she laughed. "What were Miss Masters' responsibilities?"
"Still interested? My, you are desperate-or foolish, or both. Elaine Masters was technically listed as my assistant. Actually, along with Fred Johnson, our janitor and handyman, Elaine and I were the entire staff. Whoops, I forgot Mrs. Johnson, Fred's wife! Don't ever let on I did or she'll poison my grilled cheese sandwich. She cooks for the boys and does the laundry."
"What did Miss Masters do?" Alice persisted.
"Well, whatever needed doing, of course," he replied with a chuckle. "She'd wipe the boys' noses, break up fights, listen to their individual problems, read to some of them at night if they were scared, organize games, check the dormitories, order supplies, fight with the department over items we needed, argue with the public health department over the medical and dental needs of the boys, and in her spare time keep up my correspondence. How's that for a job description, Mrs. Herter?"
"I think it's designed to discourage me, but it hasn't."
"You mean you'd consider a crazy position like that?"
"I might, if you thought I could handle it," Alice responded.
"Mrs. Herter, nobody can handle it! We just do our best. That's all we can do. The pay isn't too good-five hundred. And the hours can be hellacious!"
"Be honest, do you think I could do it?" Alice asked seriously.
"I refuse to be your psychiatrist or priest, young lady. You appear moderately healthy and reasonably sane. I suppose you could handle it. But to be perfectly honest, I can't offer you the position until I iron out a small wrinkle in the department. Elaine Masters technically worked for Public Health. She came over to give me a hand about a year ago and sort of stayed on. Now I'll have to get approval to hire somebody. If you're interested, make the rounds with me and see the place. That way, you'll know what you're getting into if I can get approval to offer you the job."
"I'd enjoy that," Alice said, standing and following him out of the office and down the hall.
He showed her the bottom floor of the facility, introducing her to Mrs. Johnson in the kitchen. Alice was surprised to find that the building was much smaller than it appeared from the outside. Mr. Walker explained that it had been built for use as a county school. Once the area grew into a suburb of San Diego, the school was abandoned. When the county decided to use it for the juvenile department, funds were not available for a massive remodeling. So minor changes had been made on what was then called a "temporary" basis. That, Mr. Walker explained, was over ten years ago and nothing had been done since.
Although she did not let Mr. Walker know it, Alice found the building rather depressing. The rooms were dark and dingy, and although the place seemed relatively clean, it was somehow messy to her orderly mind.
The tour upstairs was much more interesting to Alice.
"This is where the boys live while they're with us," he explained, showing her the large play room with the two dormitories at the end.
"How many are there?" she asked.
"Usually no more than thirty," he sighed, "even though we only have beds for twenty-four."
As he spoke the room gradually filled with young boys. They ranged between eight and fourteen. Alice was surprised to find most of them good looking, cleanly groomed boys. She noticed that many of them had a wary look in their eyes, as if they were afraid of her.
Mr. Walker introduced her as a visitor and she saw the boys visibly relax. Several of the children smiled at her tentatively, offering her friendship. Others ignored her and found other things to occupy their minds.
Alice noticed one boy in particular, a handsome child of about eleven or twelve who had remained at the back of the group when she was introduced. As the others moved away, the boy remained standing and staring at her. As Alice looked at the child she saw a large bulge at his groin. Her breath caught momentarily in her throat when she realized that the boy was studying her figure and had a hard-on.
The woman quickly averted her eyes from the boy's bulging crotch. She glanced at Mr. Walker to see if he had noticed, but the elderly man's attention was directed to another boy who was shyly discussing a problem with the director. Alice sighed with relief and glanced idly about the large room. She almost blushed when she realized that her eyes darted from; crotch to crotch as she looked at the young boys. She was surprised to see that more than several of the children had suspicious protrusions at their groins!
It's not unusual, she scolded herself. There is a very real link between sex and security, and these children must certainly face a security crisis while they are here.
Alice's thoughts were interrupted when Mrs. Johnson appeared at the door and called to Mr. Walker with the news that he was needed downstairs. She followed the director down the steps, thanking him for his tour of the facility and assuring him she would consider the position while he sought the authorization to hire.
"Because you came out here on your own, Mrs. Herter," Bert Walker said as they parted, "you have first call on the position if it becomes available."
Heading toward home on Mission Road, Alice was glad that she hadn't been required to make a decision today. She was filled with mixed emotions about the county juvenile facility. It appeared to be loosely organized, and she was certain that this would be one of those jobs that could eat up twelve or more hours a day if you let it. There were no defined job responsibilities, which was always difficult on the employee. And it was a line of work in which Alice had little, if any, experience. On top of all of this, the salary was just medium range.
"It's a job, though," Alice sighed aloud as she turned the Pinto onto Carlton Oaks Drive, "with a guaranteed income. Any port in a storm, I suppose."
There were, of course, the young boys. Alice had tried to push this from her mind, just as she had tried to ignore the stirring in her loins when she saw the handsome young child's protruding hard-on. She was certain that in no time at all she could work out ways to have all the sex with the darling young boys she wanted. And it would be an ever changing supply of precious young studs! The very thought made her body tingle with excitement! Her vision was filled with the dozens of rigid young penises she would have to play with and feel inside her body! That was a fringe benefit few positions offered!
Alice pulled into the A&W drive-in and ordered a root beer to give herself a moment to collect herself. It wouldn't do to arrive home all hot and bothered! In the three days following their talk on Sunday morning, Cindy hadn't mentioned a word about sex or Alice's adventures with Johnny Parson and Arnie Baker.
Her thirteen-year-old daughter's silence on the subject was driving Alice wild, but she held onto her decision not to bring the subject up until Cindy did. Cindy had been warm and friendly. In fact, Alice felt their relationship had improved in the past few days. The only thing Alice could attribute this change to was that perhaps Cindy understood her mother better as a result of their discussion.
Alice meanwhile had denied the two boys pleas to come visit her. Even though it was out in the open, Alice didn't feel she could flaunt her sex games with the teenage boys in her daughter's face.
Tipping the carhop, Alice backed out of the drive-in and headed home. The divorcee frowned when she saw Arnie Baker sitting on the curb in front of her house. She parked the car and met Arnie near the front porch.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a tone of voice that indicated that she was clearly angry.
"I just had to see you," the boy replied in an embarrassed voice. "You won't talk to me on the phone or anything!"
"Doesn't that tell you that maybe I don't want to see you right now?" Alice asked.
"But gee, what did I do, Alice?" the boy pleaded.
"Is isn't that you've done anything, Arnie," Alice replied as patiently as she could. "I have some things to work out, that's all."
"Gee, I thought maybe I'd done something," Arnie sighed.
They were both startled when the front door opened. They turned to find Cindy standing framed in the doorway.
"Isn't it silly to be standing outside talking like that?" Cindy asked with a smile. "Come on inside where the entire neighborhood won't be watching you."
"Arnie was just leaving," Alice said quietly.
"Oh, don't be silly, Mom!" Cindy laughed. "Come on in, Arnie. There's nothing to hide from me. I know you've been screwing Mom. Come on in!"
Arnie Baker's mouth flew open and the startled expression in his eyes made both Alice and Cindy laugh. Alice shrugged her shoulders and walked into the house. Arnie seemed to be frozen to the doorstep.
"Well?" Cindy demanded. "Are you coming inside, Arnie?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure," Arnie stammered, following the pretty young brunette into the house and closing the front door behind him.
"I could have thought of a more delicate way to put it," Alice sighed as she poured herself a generous drink in the kitchen.
"I thought I was talking as you would," Cindy said with a strange twinkle in her eye.
"Maybe you were, sweetheart," Alice laughed. "Anyway, see if our guest wants a coke or something."
Alice walked into the living room and kicked her shoes off and plopped down on the couch to make herself comfortable. Arnie, the startled expression still on his face, walked into the living room slowly.
"You mean ... she knows?" he asked.
"Of course I know!" Cindy laughed, walking in with two bottle of root beer and handing one to the startled thirteen-year-old boy. "Mom told me all about it."
"You did?" Arnie demanded, looking at Alice.
"Yes, Arnie, I did," Alice sighed.
"Look, Arnie," Cindy said importantly, "I may be a virgin, but I'm certainly not innocent! Am I, Mom?"
"No, I don't think we can say you're innocent," Alice returned, taking a long swallow from her drink and wondering what this was all about. For three days Cindy had been mum about the whole thing and now she seemed determined to make a scene out of it!
"Well, I'm going to do something about the other, too!" Cindy announced with a light laugh.
"What?" Alice asked.
"About being a virgin!" Cindy said. "I've made my decision, Mom."
"What decision?" Arnie asked, wondering what in the hell this was all about.
"Yes, Cindy, what decision? Alice added.
"I've decided I want to start having sex," Cindy said, blushing slightly as she looked at Arnie. "I mean, after all, if I have all these desires, why should I deny my body what it wants? Isn't that what you were trying to tell me Sunday, Mom?"
Alice drained her drink quickly and held it out to Arnie.
"How about mixing me another drink, Arnie?" she said, handing the boy the glass. "Just a couple of ice cubes and half gin and half tonic. Okay?"
"Sure," Arnie replied, taking the glass and leaving the room.
"I don't know that I was trying to tell you anything special on Sunday, darling," Alice said to her daughter when Arnie had left the room. "The only thing I'm wondering about right now is why you decided to make this announcement publicly tonight."
"Because I finally made my decision this afternoon!" her daughter replied simply.
"But why announce it in front of Arnie?" Alice persisted.
"Why not?" Cindy asked. "He isn't exactly a stranger here, is he? Besides, somebody has to teach me."
"You mean you're thinking about having sex with Arnie?" Alice asked in a surprised voice.
"You said he's good," Cindy replied with a smile. "You said he would satisfy any girl he made love to. Isn't that important?"
"Of course it's important, Cindy," Alice responded. "I'm just surprised that's all."
Cindy walked over and put her arm around her mother's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Cindy said in a sincere voice. "I was so wrapped up in my decision I never even considered that I'd be taking one of your boy friends! It didn't dawn on me until a minute ago! I'm sorry, honest."
"It isn't that at all, darling!" Alice laughed. "Lord knows, I'm not in love with these boys! I don't mind if you want one of them, or both of them for that matter! It simply surprised me that you chose Arnie."
"I'm not as confident as I sound, Mom," Cindy confessed. "If you want the truth, I'm scared half to death! I just want to get started, and I want somebody who knows something. Mom, can I have a drink?"
"A drink?"
"I'm so nervous!"
"Why don't you have a glass of wine, sweetheart?" Alice suggested. "If you've never tried alcohol, wine is the softest way to relax."
"Okay," Cindy remarked, walking to the kitchen just as Arnie came back into the living room with Alice's drink.
"I hope this is right," Arnie said, handing Alice the drink he had prepared for her.
"Perfect!" Alice declared after taking a long swallow. It was far too strong, but with the events in progress Alice decided a stiff drink would help! "You're a good bartender."
"I'm trying to learn," the boy replied, sitting on the couch, beside Alice. "There's so much to know!"
Alice smiled, thinking of her daughter and what was taking place in the thirteen-year-old child's mind and body. The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee experienced a moment of doubt. Was it all right for a girl to start her sex life at the age of thirteen? Her doubt quickly passed when Alice remembered her own sheltered teen years. If Cindy suppressed her desires now, she might well end up like Alice! With modern contraception and the disappearance of the virgin ethic in society, the decision was Cindy's alone to make!
Cindy returned to the living room carrying a water tumbler filled with wine.
"Oh, darling!" Alice laughed. "You should have used a wine glass!"
"Does it taste different in a wine glass?" Cindy asked with a smile.
"No, of course not. But you've got a good deal of wine there. Aren't you going to ask our guest if he wants some?"
"Do you, Arnie?" Cindy asked.
"No thanks. I don't like wine. Root beer is fine with me, Cindy."
The threesome sat in silence, glancing at each other and then averting eyes in the building tension. Cindy drank her wine like it was a coke, in long swallows, and pretended she enjoyed it when the truth of the matter was that she had to force it down. She couldn't understand what was supposed to be so great about wine!
Cindy listened quietly when Alice finally broke the silence and exchanged small talk with Arnie about television programs. The adolescent girl felt a strange change gradually taking place in her body as the alcohol began to circulate in her bloodstream. She felt warm and flushed, as if she were running a temperature. All of the tension seemed to leave her body and she felt wonderfully relaxed! Cindy wondered if she was drunk? If she was, it wasn't at all unpleasant!
"You know what I think?" Cindy suddenly announced. "I think we should have a party!"
"What kind of a party?" Alice asked.
"An orgy!" Cindy said with a giggle. "A sex orgy. And you could teach me all about sex, Mom. You could help me on my first time. Look! Arnie already has a hard-on!" she added, pointing at Arnie's bulging crotch.
Arnie blushed a beet red and tried to hide his erection with his hand. At first Alice was shocked, then she thought that her daughter's suggestion contained a great deal of wisdom. Obviously, Cindy wanted her mother to be with her on her introduction to sex. Alice was pleased, and she knew that she would feel a lot better about it herself.
"We can ask Johnny Parson to come over," Cindy suggested, "and have a real party. Hey. I'll run over to his house and ask him."
"Wait, Cindy!" Alice said quickly as her daughter started to head for the door to the patio. "It might be better to call him. No, that would be bad if his parents are home."
"Hey, if you want Johnny," Arnie said, "I'll run over to his house and get him."
"That might be the best way. Yes, it would be," Alice said. "Nobody will think anything if you go after him. But come back through the ravine and take care that nobody sees you!" Alice warned. "The last thing we want is a lot of gossip in the neighborhood!"
"Okay, and I'll be careful," Arnie said, rushing out through the patio door.
"Cindy," Alice said quietly, "are you sure this is what you really want?"
"Sure I'm sure, Mom," Cindy smiled. "What is it you say? I'm horny! That's it, I'm horny! But, Mom, I'm also scared. I'll feel much better if you're with me this time!"
"I understand, darling," Alice said, getting up and placing her arm around her daughter affectionately. "I'll see that they give you a good time, darling. Don't worry about that. I think I'll have another quick drink before they get back. Want some more wine?"
"Why not?" Cindy said gaily.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hey, what's it all about?" Johnny Parson asked Arnie Baker.
"Quiet!" Arnie cautioned as the two boys made their way up the ravine toward the Herter house. "We don't want nobody to know we're here. Cindy and her mother want to have a sex orgy."
"A sex orgy?" Johnny blurted out.
"Will you keep it down!" Arnie said. "Come on, this should be a blast!"
The boys knocked quietly on the patio door of the Herter house and waited nervously until Alice opened the door.
"Nobody saw us," Arnie announced importantly as they followed Alice into the living room.
"Good!" Alice responded. "Were your parents home, Johnny?"
"Naw," the boy replied. "They won't be home until about midnight."
"That gives us plenty of time," Alice laughed. "I hope you boys are good and horny! You've got two hungry girls to satisfy."
"Neither one of them has a hard-on," Cindy giggled from where she was seated on the couch.
"We ran all the way, for Christ's sake!" Arnie said defensively.
"Oh, I think we can take care of their lack of hard-ons," Alice laughed. "Hey, I'll bet you can do that, Cindy darling."
"Me?"
"Sure! Why don't you show them your sexy body? That should get them good and hot!"
"You mean undress?" Cindy asked with a flush filling her young cheeks.
"If you don't want to, darling, I will," Alice said softly, reaching back to unzip her dress.
"No, let me! Cindy cried. "I can't have sex with my clothes on, can I? I'll make out like I'm a famous stripper! That'll be fun! Let me put some music on-some stripping music!"
Cindy rushed to the stereo on the wall, a little surprised that she was suddenly having trouble with her balance. Her legs seemed unsure! She shook her head to clear her vision and began flipping through her records. What kind of music did she need to strip? It doesn't make any difference, she giggled to herself, selecting a favorite Englebert romantic rock disc and placing it on the turntable.
The thirteen-year-old girl rushed to the center of the room and clapped her hands for attention as the music filled the room. She began her act by doing her favorite rock step, then reached down and began pulling her sweater over her head while she continued the slow rocking motion to the music. Twice the young girl had to catch herself from falling. Her head was spinning with the wine and the movements of her body seemed to intensify her condition.
! Alice could tell that her daughter was high, but she wasn't certain if it was the wine or the excitement of her first sexual experience. She watched Cindy wrestle her sweater free of her head and toss it gaily across the room as she shook her long raven black hair from her eyes. Without hesitation the young girl unbuttoned her short skirt and let it drop to the floor as she continued keeping time to the music. Then she kicked her loafers off and stood rocking before the group dressed only in her sheer nylon panties and her bra.
The thirty-seven-year-old woman's chest filled with pride when she looked at her daughter's near-naked body. Cindy had quite a figure! No wonder the boys all wanted to date her! Her breasts were large for her body and very pointed.
Her tail was full and stuck out behind her at a saucy angle. And her legs were beautifully shaped, slender and perfectly formed! Alice envied her daughter her youth. She was like a gorgeous young flower just getting ready to bloom!
"Well, here goes!" Cindy cried out, reaching back and unhooking her bra. She twirled several times, teasing the eager audience, then slipped her bra off her shoulders and threw it high in the air with an excited squeal. She increased the tempo of her rock, jutting her young, full chest out and shaking her breasts at the group seated on the couch in an imitation of a go-go dancer.
Johnny thought his prick was going to break right through his pants when he saw Cindy's bare tits! God, was she ever built! Her tits were like a couple of big ripe pears! He loved the way they stuck straight out from her chest without the hint of a sag. And her nipples! Her nipples were dark pink and like small tits themselves! They capped her breasts like ripe strawberries!
Alice was about to burst with motherly pride! She hadn't seen Cindy naked in some time and she was surprised at how much her daughter's breasts had developed! They were so perfectly formed, and so full for a teenage girl! With a set of tits like that, Alice said proudly to herself, Cindy is going to drive men wild!
"Hey, look at the hard-ons we've got now!"
Cindy cried out, pointing at the two boys.
Arnie and Johnny blushed and made embarrassed moves to cover their bulging erections. Cindy seized on this moment to quietly and quickly slip out of her sheer nylon panties. The thirteen-year-old girl was embarrassed and self-conscious about her sparse pubic hair and she didn't want to let anybody call attention to it. She stepped out of her panties, ran to the sofa and flopped down.
"Show's over!" she announced a little breathlessly.
"Oh no it isn't!" Alice laughed. "Now it's the boys' turn!"
"Hey, I can't do no striptease!" Arnie protested.
"You don't have to dance," Alice said, "But you've got to stand up and take your clothes while we watch."
"Great!" Cindy giggled.
"Yeah!" Johnny laughed.
"You too, Johnny!" Cindy said.
"Hey!"
"Come on," Alice scolded. "Cindy and I want to see those hard pricks! Now get with it!"
After shyly protesting, the young boys finally stood up and began undressing. No effort was made for grace of movement. They simply pulled their clothes off as they would had they been going to bed. Cindy giggled when Arnie got his arm stuck in his shirt and the thirteen-year-old boy's face flushed.
A new sensation swept through Cindy's young system when both boys suddenly pulled their pants down and her eyes were filled with the sight of two erect, quivering male sex organs. Her pulse seemed to quicken and her body tingled.
"Look at those gorgeous cocks, darling!" Alice said in Cindy's ear as she placed her arm on her daughter's naked shoulder.
"Wow!" Cindy said quietly. She glanced at her mother and was surprised to see that Alice had quietly taken her clothes off and was stark naked!
"Do you want to feel them?" she whispered in her daughter's ear.
"Yes!" Cindy replied immediately.
"Boys," Alice said to the two naked youngsters standing in the center of the room, "come here and let Cindy feel your lovely pricks!"
She motioned the boys over and had them stand side by side in front of her thirteen-year-old daughter.
"Take a cock in each hand, Cindy darling," Alice said, watching Cindy reach out hesitantly to grasp a penis in her eager, curious fingers. "There! Aren't they nice?"
Cindy could feel her entire body tremble when her fingers made contact with the moist, warm, steel-hard flesh of the two cocks. Touching them was even more exciting than she had imagined it would be! She could feel their hearts pounding as the blood raced along the veins that laced the shafts beneath her fingers! The thirteen-year-old girl squeezed them both and giggled when she saw a drop of heavy clear liquid form a tear in the slit at the end of Arnie's swollen penis.
"Careful, Cindy darling," Alice laughed. "Arnie's hot. Look! If you're not careful, he'll cum and shoot his load in your face!"
"You can say that again!" Arnie gasped. "Man, I'm really way up there!"
"If you're that wound up," Alice said with a smile, "I want you in my mouth, Arnie! Johnny, you go down on Cindy. Johnny's the best at eating pussy, sweetheart. Spread your legs and scoot your tail forward, Cindy. That's it. A little further forward so he can really lick you."
Cindy was burning up! She was so hot she thought her skin was on fire! The thirteen-year-old girl didn't know if it was from embarrassment or because she was so aroused. She was so embarrassed she wanted to die! The way her mother talked! It was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time to the young girl's ears. She followed her mother's instructions, scooting her tail to the very edge of the cushion so that her crotch was completely exposed and extended out beyond the sofa.
She reluctantly spread her legs wide apart, hopeful that Johnny wouldn't say anything about her lack of pubic hair, and watched the twelve-year-old boy quickly drop to his knees in front of her. For a moment she wanted to close her eyes and pretend this wasn't happening to her, but her eyes refused to leave the sight of Johnny's handsome young face slowly approaching her most intimate region.
Cindy remembered watching him eat her mother's pussy last Saturday night and a tickling sensation began in her virginal young vulva. This was one of the things that excited her the most!
"Lick her cunt good, Johnny," Alice cautioned. "Make her scream with joy."
Johnny nodded and reached out with his hands to spread the flower of Cindy's virginal pussy. He hadn't been around Cindy Herter very much and he'd never realized what a beautiful girl she was! In the twelve-year-old boy's mind she was much more beautiful than any of the girls in the magazines he treasured! He loved the sight of her cunt! The hair was so soft and silky and the lips of her pussy were as gentle to touch as velvet!
"Do you ... like to do this?" Cindy gasped as she watched him pull the lips of her cunt open. He was the very first person to ever touch her there and his fingers were sending electric darts racing through her young body.
"I love to lick cunt," he said softly, "and yours is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, Cindy!"
Cindy's heart jumped when he said her pussy was pretty! He didn't mind her lack of pubic hair! Her eyes brimmed with happiness as she watched his mouth slowly moved forward. She saw his tongue slide out of his mouth and then she felt it on her!
"OH!" the thirteen-year-old girl gasped.
"I told you he knew how to use that tongue of his!" Alice cried triumphantly. "He'll make you see skyrockets, believe me! Now, Arnie, let me taste that hot stick of yours! "
Cindy saw her mother lean forward to take Arnie's straining prick in her mouth, but the thirteen-year-old girl could think of nothing other than the raging fire in her virginal young sex. She could feel Johnny's hot tongue running up and down the length of her slit, probing every nook and cranny of her pussy, and the flames he was sending through her inexperienced, virginal body were threatening to consume her.
The young girl remembered wondering what it felt like when she watched him lick her mother. Now she knew! It was like heaven! Nothing she had ever done to herself with her hands could compare to this!
"OH! Oooooooohhhh!" Cindy moaned when Johnny's tongue located her budding clitoris and began massaging it. The thirteen-year-old girl didn't know that anything could feel this good! No wonder her mother liked it so much!
Alice smiled to herself when she saw Cindy's body trembling out of the corner of her eye. She watched her daughter raise her beautiful young legs in the air and place them on the twelve-year-old boy's lean shoulders as he buried his mouth in her virginal groin. Johnny had a natural technique with his tongue and Alice was glad that her daughter was having her first oral experience with the precious boy.
The thirty-seven-year-old divorcee's own body was very excited as she worked her mouth up and down the length of thirteen-year-old Arnie's delicious cock. Her new addiction to having a young boy's hard prick in her mouth seemed strange to the older woman. She had never been overly fond of having a man's cock in her mouth, but with these delightful children she couldn't get enough of the taste of their fresh young sex! She loved to feel their pricks throb against her swirling tongue and she delighted in feeling their young balls in her hand while she sucked their stems!
Cindy couldn't understand what was happening to her! Her body seemed to keep climbing higher and higher as she watched Johnny's eager face buried in her pussy. His tongue was something else! It seemed to know every sensitive spot in her vulva, particularly that one he kept licking and rubbing until she thought she would scream out at the top of her lungs! She could even see the tip of his tongue flicking about between the lips of her vagina, and seeing it and feeling it at the same time were almost too much for the inexperienced girl!
"OOooooooohhh! Oh, Johnny, Oh!" the thirteen-year-old girl panted excitedly. "I ... can't ... stand ... it!"
"Eat her cunt, Johnny!" Alice cried, slipping Arnie's straining prick out of her mouth for a brief moment.
"Oh! Johnny! JOHNNY!" Cindy cried, her body heaving and her pulse pounding in her temples. "AAaaaahhh! AAAAAIIIIIIII-"
Cindy's orgasm was so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced before in her life she thought she was going to faint! Her trembling young fingers held onto Johnny's hair as her body seemed to float off into space. And his fantastic tongue wouldn't stop! The young virgin thought her whole body was coming unglued!
The young girl's excitement was contagious. Arnie caught the first waves of it and felt his balls rumble like an angry volcano. He loved to watch the older woman run his prick in and out of her hot mouth. The way her hungry lips seemed to nibble at his shaft as it flew between them thrilled him.
Arnie tried to hold out, to prolong his pleasure and enjoy the warmth and excitement of her mouth a little longer, but her hand got him. That hand pumping his balls was too much!
"Get ready!" he shouted just after Cindy's scream of joy. "I'm about to ... COME! Yiiieeeeeeeee!"
And again it happened. Alice felt a small climax explode inside her body the moment his first jets splashed into her throat! She moaned and sucked his sweet stick with everything she had, milking every last drop of his intoxicating sperm from his swollen nuts. "UUuummm! That was good, Arnie!" Alice said, licking her lips after she had licked his darling young penis dry.
"Is that fun?" Cindy asked in a far away voice. "Sucking a boy's cock?" Alice asked with a smile when she saw her daughter's completely relaxed body sprawled on the edge of the sofa. "Yes," Cindy replied.
"I think most girls like to do it," Alice replied slowly. "I know I love it. With these two boys I have an orgasm when I feel their juices spurt into my mouth. I've never had that before. How did you like what Johnny did to you?"
"I can't believe it!" Cindy sighed contentedly. "It was so good! Does it always feel that good?"
"It depends on the boy, darling," Alice laughed. "Few are as talented with their tongues as Johnny is."
"You taught me!" Johnny said.
"And you're one hell of a pupil, Johnny!" Alice replied.
"Can we practice on you, Johnny?" Alice asked with a bright smile.
"Hey, how about me?" Arnie said.
"Your gun is empty, darling," Alice returned with a giggle. "Besides, I want you to save up and fuck me, okay? How about it, Johnny?"
"Gee, sure!" Johnny said. "What do you want me to do?"
"Sit down between us here on the couch," Alice laughed, moving to allow a space between her and her beautiful teenage daughter. "That's it. Now lean back and let us play with your lovely cock. First, Cindy, lick it like this and taste how sweet it is!"
The thirteen-year-old virgin watched her mother lean down and run her tongue up and down the length of the twelve-year-old boy's rigid penis. When her mother looked up and smiled, Cindy bent down and took Johnny's stalk in her hand and darted her tongue out to swipe across the velvety flesh of the swollen tip.
Cindy wasn't certain she liked the salty taste that suddenly seemed to fill her mouth. It was different than anything she had ever tasted before. It certainly wasn't sweet! At least not what Cindy would call sweet. And yet it had an exciting quality all of its own! She brought her tongue out again and this time ran the tip from the swollen head of his organ to the base. The second taste was more familiar and the young girl thought that she was beginning to like it!
She knew that she liked the smell of his sex! It smelled like sweat, like the body of an athlete who had just played a game, but it also had a strong animal odor that made her nostrils flare wide apart as she inhaled deeply.
"Like it?" Alice asked, watching her daughter's expression as the thirteen-year-old girl's face hovered above the twelve-year-old boy's straining penis.
"Uh huh," Cindy said.
"All right, now let me show you how to suck it. Watch me closely. A boy's cock is sensitive, so you mustn't bite him. The idea is to make him feel like he has it in your cunt. You keep your teeth away from his flesh and use your lips and cheeks, like this."
Cindy watched her mother purse her lips and slide them over the inflated bulb at the peak of Johnny's prick. Her eyes were just inches from her mother's mouth as Alice slowly drew the boy's stick into her throat. She saw her mother's cheeks draw in to caress the throbbing rod as it glided deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Johnny Parson had to grit his teeth and dig his fingernails into the material of the sofa to keep from exploding! He was propped up on his elbows and he could see everything that was happening to him. The sight of the two beautiful faces at his crotch made his body ache with desire. And when they took turns licking his prick his balls roared so loud he thought he would go off and shoot his load all the way to the living room ceiling!
"Now you try it!" Alice said, raising her mouth free of Johnny's wonderful penis.
"Okay," Cindy said, once again wrapping her slender young fingers around Johnny's hard penis. She brought her lips to the blood engorged tip of his cock and slowly opened her mouth. When she began lowering her face to take him in her mouth, the inexperienced virgin found that her jaws ached as they were forced apart to take the thickness of his prick between her teeth.
Cindy was careful not to touch his cock with her teeth, and she found it terribly exciting to have his organ in her mouth. By now she had learned to like the taste of his sex, and the throbbing of his blood pumping through his veins and pressing against her tongue excited her.
"Now move it in and out of your mouth slowly, darling," Alice said. "That's it. How does that feel, Johnny?"
"Are you kidding!" Johnny gasped, his balls roaring in his ears while he watched the beautiful young girl work her mouth up and down his aching shaft! Cindy had such a pretty face! Her technique in blowing him wasn't as good as her mother's, but there was something about the way she pressed her tongue all around his prick when she sucked it that thrilled him. Most of all, the twelve-year-old boy decided, he liked to see his prick spearing her pretty young mouth!
"Play with his balls, sweetheart," Alice told her daughter. "Cup them in your hand like this," she said, grasping Johnny's pulsing balls in her palm, "and caress them gently. But be careful. A man's balls are very sensitive and you can hurt him. Here, try it."
Cindy reached down and took the swollen sac from her mother's hand. She was surprised that she could actually feel a good deal of motion inside his testicles. She felt the two little marbles and held them gently in her hand as she continued sucking his penis.
The teenage girl wished she hadn't drank the wine! Her mind was so fuzzy and there was so much to learn! Cindy decided she liked sucking a boy's cock, but for a different reason than her mother. Cindy enjoyed getting the boy hot! It gave her a sense of power. She could hear Johnny's labored breathing and she could feel his heart beating faster and faster in the veins along his rigid prick. She knew she was doing to him what he had done to her, making him climb higher and higher until he would explode, and Cindy liked it!
"Jesus!" Arnie exclaimed. "It really turns me on to see her gobble his joint like that!"
"You mean you're ready again?" Alice asked teasingly, reaching over to take Arnie's straining prick in her warm hand. "Wow, I'll say you are!"
"I'm always hot when I'm with you, Arnie," Alice replied, squeezing the thirteen-year-old boy's throbbing prick affectionately. "What do you want to do with this hot rod, darling?"
"Can we try something new?" Arnie asked.
"What?"
"Have you ever had a prick up your ass?" Arnie asked in a low, halting, obviously embarrassed voice.
"No," Alice admitted, "I haven't."
"Want to try it?" Arnie asked.
"Well, I guess so," Alice laughed.
"Hey, my mouth is tired!" Cindy complained.
"Just a minute or two more, Cindy!" Johnny pleaded.
"I can't, Johnny," the young girl said apologetically. "I'm sorry, honest! My jaws ache."
"Okay, Cindy," the boy moaned.
"Here, let me drain those sweet balls," Alice said enthusiastically.
"Mom, can't Johnny fuck me?" Cindy protested.
"Hey, yeah, let Johnny fuck her," Arnie agreed. "We got our own thing, remember?"
"Do you want to go that far, sweetheart?" Alice asked.
"Sure!" Cindy said brightly. "I don't want to be what the guys call a technical virgin. I don't want to be a virgin at all! I know it will hurt a bit the first time, but I want it."
"It will only hurt for a moment, darling," Alice said reassuringly. "The pain will go away quickly."
"Do you want to fuck me, Johnny?" Cindy asked with a radiant smile.
"Christ, yes! I mean, well, sure!" Johnny fumbled.
"What do I do?" Cindy asked.
"Just stretch out on your back," Johnny said, "and spread your legs."
"Here, darling," Alice said, "I'll show you."
"Leave them alone," Arnie protested. "They can make it by themselves! Johnny knows how to fuck, don't he?"
"Doesn't he," Alice corrected.
"We'll make out fine, Mom," Cindy assured her mother.
"All right," Alice agreed reluctantly as she watched her daughter stretch out on her back and spread her legs wide apart while twelve-year-old Johnny climbed up to mount her in the classic position. As she turned back to thirteen-year-old Arnie, the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee remembered something she had once read about anal intercourse. "Just a moment, Arnie. I have to get something."
Alice ran to her bathroom and searched her medicine chest for a jar of Vaseline she remembered having. When she found it, she opened the jar and gathered a large gob on her finger. Then she bent over and shoved the finger up her rectum. Alice did this three times to make sure she had a good coating of the lubricating jelly in her rectum.
The thirty-seven-year-old woman returned to the living room and saw the precious twelve-year-old boy on top of her beautiful daughter. They make such a lovely couple, she thought to herself as she sat down on the end of the couch, took Arnie's rigid prick in her hand, kissed it briefly, then began coating it with Vaseline.
Cindy was becoming very hot! Johnny was between her legs holding his prick to her slit with his hand and rubbing the inflated head of his cock against her clitoris. She was moaning and squirming with the exciting contact and her body felt like it was ready to explode!
"Oooooh, Johnny!" she moaned. "Please! I'm so excited! Please fuck me now!"
The thirteen-year-old girl felt the twelve-year-old boy move his hard penis slowly down her slit until he had the swollen head pressed against her hole.
She had read a book about sex and knew that the first time he shoved it in her it would hurt, so she braced herself for the coming pain.
Suddenly she could feel him inside her. He was just a little way in, maybe just that swollen bulb at the tip of his penis, but it felt so good! Her whole body seemed to be filled with his hard organ. Cindy felt stuffed, like her body was wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock!
"More!" she panted. "Give me more of your prick!" Then, remembering her mother's words, she said, "Shove your cock up my cunt, Johnny!"
Hearing the words from Cindy's beautiful mouth spurred the young boy on. He gazed down at her majestic tits standing firmly on her young chest, braced his feet and lunged into her body hard with a swift thrust of his lean hips.
"Ow! Ow! OW! AAarruuuuughhhh!" Cindy squealed when she felt the searing pain rip through her body as his hard penis tore the thin membrane of her maidenhead. The pain raced through her body and made her muscles spasm. Cindy gritted her teeth and dug her nails into the cushion.
"AAAaarrrruuuughhhhhhh!" Alice screamed when she felt Arnie's rigid member shoot up her ass. She was on her knees on the sofa and Arnie was standing on the floor behind her ramming his steel-like cock into her rectum. This foreign invasion of her anal canal was painful, in spite of all of the Vaseline she had used and for a moment she regretted having indulged the thirteen-year-old boy in his wish to screw her in the ass!
Thus both mother and daughter were being penetrated for the first time at the same time. They both wiggled and fought against the invading rods that tore at their bodies until the pain faded away and was replaced with a rapidly intensifying excitement.
Once Cindy's body adjusted to the penetration of the twelve-year-old boy's hard prick, she found his in and out movements electrifying! It felt like she was possessed by his rigid pole that rubbed and caressed every inch of her vagina. She could feel his hard balls slapping against the soft cheeks of her young ass in rhythm with his strokes into her hot hole. His pelvis hit and ground against her clitoris with every downstroke and sent sparks coursing through her veins!
The young girl's thirty-seven-year-old mother was herself discovering a new joy of sex with her thirteen-year-old lover. Once the pain was gone, Alice loved the feeling of Arnie's prick up her ass! It wasn't as exciting as having it in her womb, but this was a new sensation that gave her a strangely different type of joy. It was like the pleasant feeling of a good bowel movement, intensified a hundred times!
Johnny could no longer control himself!
Fucking young Cindy was the most exciting thing he had ever done in his life! Her cunt was so tight it almost hurt to screw his cock to the depths of her hot virginal body! And the way she was squirming beneath him and grinding her hips against him while she mewed and moaned!
Arnie was also at a fever pitch of excitement as he pumped his prick into the thirty-seven-year-old woman's ass! He liked the thought that he was the first man to ever shove his cock up Alice's tail, and the tightness of her rectum seemed to grip his throbbing penis like a firm hand!
The Herter living room was filled with grunts, groans and excited squeals of pleasure as the four bodies ground, writhed and slapped against each other. Alice, who was positioned on her knees with an unobstructed view of twelve-year-old Johnny's hard prick plunging into her daughter's thirteen-year-old cunt, reached out and grasped the excited boy's swaying balls in her hand and began pumping them as he rammed his cock into Cindy's virginal hole. That action seemed to trigger a series of wild climaxes on the Herter couch.
"HOLY CHRIST!" Johnny cried, the first to explode.
"AAAaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" thirteen-year-old Cindy screamed when she felt the first jets of hot sperm to ever enter her body and trigger the violent spasms of a quaking orgasm.
Her attention wrapped up in her daughter's first screwing, Alice was caught off guard when thirteen-year-old Arnie's swollen penis exploded to fill her rectum with his hot juice. The sensation was so charged the thirty-seven-year-old divorcee dropped Johnny's balls and dug her fingers into the sofa to hold on as her body was caught up in a sudden and intense orgasm. It was like having a boiling hot enema!
"OOooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Alice gasped, her body wracked with one violent spasm after another.
Thirteen-year-old Arnie was the silent member of the foursome. His climax crept up on him as he stared down at his rigid prick plunging in and out of the thirty-seven-year-old woman's asshole. It came without warning as he drove a deep thrust into her bowels and the only sound that escaped from his throat was an animal like grunt.
Their bodies continued to jerk and spasm long after their passions were spent. Undoubtedly they would have collapsed to enjoy complete relaxation of their exhausted muscles, but the phone rang.
Alice resented the ringing intrusion and wondered who in the world could be calling. She was tempted to ignore the clanging bell, but a warning light flashed brightly in her subconscious mind. Later she would call it intuition, but at the moment she simply sighed and forced her body into motion as she climbed over the naked forms of the children on the couch and skipped across the room to pick up the telephone.
"Mrs. Herter?" the strange voice said.
"Yes?"
"This is Mrs. Parson from across the way. Is Johnny there? He left a note saying he'd be at your house."
Alice's breath caught in her throat as her heart skipped several beats. "Why yes, Mrs. Parson, Johnny's here," she managed to say in a relatively calm voice.
"Oh good! We've had a small family crisis. Tell him I'm coming right over for him."
"Is there anything I can do?" Alice offered, trying to stall for time while her mind caught up with the situation.
"No, no, Mrs. Herter. Thank you. I'll be right . over."
Alice heard the click on the other end of the line and sprang into action.
"Everybody get dressed!" she shouted across the room. "NOW! Johnny's mother is on her way over here NOW, I SAID!"
The three youngsters jumped off the couch and began pulling on their clothes. They exchanged remarks, but the tone of Alice's voice told them not to waste one second!
"Johnny, for God's sake did you leave your parents a note saying you'd be over here?" Alice asked as she slipped into her dress.
"Whenever I go out," the boy responded meekly, "I'm supposed to leave a note where I'll be."
"Shit!" was Alice's only reply.
"Should I straighten up the room?" Cindy asked as she finished dressing.
"There's no time," Alice replied. "Turn the television on and we'll pretend you were all watching TV together. And get rid of those glasses! "
Cindy had no sooner turned the TV on than the doorbell sounded. Alice went to the door, straightening her hair with her hands and hoping she didn't look like she'd been in an orgy.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Herter," Mrs. Parson said. "I've just come for Johnny. Is he ready?"
"I'm sure he is," Alice replied, forcing a smile on her face. "Won't you come in? Or perhaps you're in a hurry?" she added hopefully.
"I'd love to see your house," Mrs. Parson said, "but maybe we can make it another time. I am in a hurry."
"Johnny!" Alice called toward the living room. "Your mother is here."
Johnny came trotting out of the living room, thanked Alice for having him over to watch TV with Cindy and Arnie, and left with his mother.
"That was a close one!" Alice sighed, closing the door.
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"Maybe I should go home, too," Arnie offered. "I don't know what time my folks will get home tonight."
Awkwardly, Arnie shook both Alice's and Cindy's hands, then left. Alice walked into the living room and flopped down on the couch with a deep sigh. Cindy stretched lazily and let out a little purr of contentment. She looked over and saw the deep concern etched on her mother's face.
"Didn't you have a good time tonight?" Cindy asked. "I had a super time! Sex is even better than I dreamed it would be! What's the matter, Mom?" Alice was visibly shaken. Her hands were trembling and there were beads of perspiration on her brow.
"Uh? Oh, I'm glad it was so good for you, darling," she said almost absently. "I guess I'm suffering aftershock or something like that. It was too close a call, that's all."
"Mrs. Parson didn't suspect a thing!" Cindy assured her mother. "We carried it off. I know we did!"
"I hope you're right," Alice sighed. "All we need is for her to be the tiniest bit suspicious. Just a seed in her mind and she'll be watching us quietly."
"She won't, I'm sure, Mom."
"Perhaps, but it was still too close for comfort as far as I'm concerned," Alice said seriously. "Look, sweetheart, you can screw yourself blind and nobody will say very much. They might raise their eyebrows and even call you a wild girl, but that would be the extent of it. With me, it's a different story entirely. A thirty-seven-year-old woman just doesn't go around playing with teenage boys!"
"What's the difference?" Cindy asked.
"Let me give you an example, darling," Alice said patiently. "Let's say Johnny's mother caught you and Johnny screwing. She'd have a fit, and she'd blame Johnny and give him holy hell and forbid him to ever see you again. She and her husband would worry themselves to death about you getting pregnant, and sigh with relief when nothing happened.
But if they caught me with Johnny, it would be a different story. They wouldn't blame Johnny. They'd blame me!"
"How could they?" Cindy demanded.
"They would, and what's more they'd go to the police and have me thrown in jail for molesting a minor. They'd say I'd corrupted their son, and the judge would leave me in jail, believe me! Well, that won't happen!"
"What are you going to do?" Cindy asked.
"First, I'm going to stop all of this with Johnny and Arnie! Tonight was the last dance!"
"But you enjoyed it so!" Cindy protested.
"I know it, darling," Alice sighed. "For the first time in my life I've really enjoyed myself. I don't know what I'm going to do without those precious boys, I really don't! But I'm sure if we go on their parents will eventually find out, and I couldn't stand that!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Life at the Herter house became a war of nerves. Alice intensified her drive to find employment, only to be disappointed at almost every turn. Jobs seemed to be harder and harder to find. Her depression seemed to rocket to greater depths every night and her frustration was evident. She was in a constant state of irritation and snapped at everything that went wrong in the house. She became preoccupied with saving money, going out of her way constantly to stop the outflow of their capital in everything she did.
Cindy came directly home from school every day. She was worried about her mother and hated to see her suffering as she was. Cindy tried to help in the house in every way she could, braving her mother's often unreasonable tirades for things she couldn't have helped. The thirteen-year-old girl exhibited wisdom far beyond her years in her quiet tolerance and understanding of her mother during this difficult and trying period.
Fortunately, nothing came of the incident with Mrs. Parson. The two boys were a problem for the first few days, but Alice handled them firmly and finally convinced them that it would do no good to come to the house. Both boys then directed their sexual attentions at Cindy, but the thirteen-year-old girl managed to turn them off without making them mad. She was anxious to pursue her newly discovered sex life, but she Was also determined to see her mother through this crisis before she did anything.
A week after the orgy, Alice began taking tranquillizers to calm her nerves. She had given up drinking entirely because she didn't trust herself and her nerves were on raw edge. She was, in fact, so edgy, she knew she lost a chance at a position simply because she was so nervous. The tranquillizers seemed to help during the day and on Wednesday of that week Alice Herter got what she considered was her first real break! She rushed home to tell Cindy about it.
"It's not very glamorous, darling," she related excitedly, "but it's a job!"
"Calm down and tell me about it," Cindy said. "Where is it?"
"With a cosmetic firm," Alice replied. "They sell direct to women at home-like Avon. It's commission work, but they're willing to pay me a guaranteed wage to start. They're just getting started here in California and they want quality representatives. Once I've learned the business, I can train other women and I'll receive a commission on what they sell. Oh, I won't get rich, darling, but I can make six or seven hundred dollars a month pretty easily. Why, they're going to guarantee me six hundred for the first month if I'm accepted."
"You mean they didn't hire you yet?" Cindy asked.
"No," Alice replied. "With a salary like that they want to check into my background and everything. I don't blame them. I'm supposed to have an interview with the vice president of the company next Monday. That's when they'll tell me definitely!"
"Oh Mom, I'm so happy for you!"
"So am I, sweetheart!" Alice said, taking her daughter in her arms and squeezing her affectionately. "I've never done anything like this in my life and I'm scared. But I'll learn! I know I will. I'll work hard and learn."
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Cindy said. "A man called you a while ago."
"Who?"
"What was his name? I wrote it down on the pad in the kitchen. Oh, I remember! Mr. Walker. He left a number and asked for you to call him when you came home."
"Walker? Walker? Oh, I'll bet I know who it is!" Alice said as she suddenly remembered the director at the juvenile home. Her heart fell to her stomach at the thought that she would now have to make a decision. It was something she had put out of her mind. "Well', aren't you going to call him?" Cindy laughed.
"In a minute, darling. In a minute. I have to think for a moment." Alice went over and sat down on the sofa, resting her chin in her hand as she fell into deep thought.
Cindy watched her mother, wondering what it was all about. Alice had never told Cindy about her visit to the juvenile facility and the thirteen-year-old girl had no idea what was going on in her mother's mind. Cindy made a half-hearted effort at cleaning the living room, watching her mother out of the corner of her eye all the while. More than fifteen minutes passed before Alice slowly pulled herself to her feet with a strange smile etched on her lips. Cindy listened as her mother dialed the number she had written on the pad, identified herself and asked for Mr. Walker. The rest of the conversation did not make much sense to the thirteen-year-old girl. "You did! That's wonderful ... I see ... Yes, you told me that....
Well, let me ask you one 'question Mr. Walker. Do you honestly believe I can handle it? ... Yes ... That's true, we never know until we try, do we? ... When? ... I see ... Yes, I've thought about it ... Well, Mr. Walker, I'm willing if you are ... Thank you ... When? ... Yes, I can be there tomorrow morning ... Fine, I'll see you then." Alice replaced the receiver and sighed.
"What was that all about?" Cindy asked.
"Your mother, I'm afraid, is a weakling, darling."
"What?"
"I just accepted a job for five hundred dollars a month, sweetheart. I start tomorrow."
"That's great! Isn't it?" the confused daughter asked.
"It's less money that I would have made with the cosmetics company, darling," Alice said with a strange smile on her face. "And it's work I've never done before."
"So was the cosmetics thing," Cindy argued. "That's true," Alice laughed. "But this is a job I don't particularly like or want, Cindy. I'll probably work long hours and even go back at night."
"What is the job?" Cindy asked.
Alice slowly explained the position, going into some detail about how the juvenile facility came into being. She told her daughter about Mr. Walker and the small staff. Then she told her about the boys and what she would be doing.
"It sounds kind of interesting," Cindy replied seriously.
"I'm sure it will be," Alice laughed. "But that isn't why I accepted the position. Want to know why your weakling mother took the job, darling?"
"Why?" Cindy asked.
"Because I'll have inexhaustible supply of young boys, darling! All the hard little pricks I can eat!" she giggled. "And none of them have any meddlesome parents!"
