This is a story I wrote about five years ago, but I haven't seen it archived anywhere, so here it is again. I hope you enjoy it. The characters are fictional although based on people I knew a long time ago. They tumbled around in my mind for twenty five years before congealing into the cast of Vickie's Mom. 



VICKIE'S MOM  Chapter 1

by Cinque Manson






        
It started out to be a normal day. I was fifteen, it was
summertime, I had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a
swim. She was leaving as I pulled up.
        
She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced
placement chemistry class at the junior college. I knew it would be OK
to use the pool while she was gone.
        
Vickie and I were more friends than lovers. The two brightest
kids in our high school, we "found" each other, and decided to date.
We made out a lot, but the one time I pushed her to have real sex, she
trembled and said she wasn't ready for that yet. She was genuinely
upset, and I liked her too much to press her about it. Anyway I had a
string of dumb little bimbettes I could call for a quick jerk-off in
the park, or sometimes a fast screw when their parents were out for
the night. I could afford to be generous with Vickie.
        
I entered the front door to Vickie's house and called out
hello. Nobody answered. Vickie's mom was the reason I felt so welcome
at their house. Nearly every other mom I knew hated my guts because
they sensed I just wanted to smoke reefer and fuck their daughters.
They were right.
        
But I was truly grateful to Joanie, Vickie's Mom. She set a
place for me at the table whenever I stopped by after school, assuming
I would join them for dinner. She conversed with me in a way that I
could tell meant she didn't think of me as just some dumb teenage
gland with legs.
        
Little did she know. Joanie was shorter than her daughter,
about five-six. She had short black hair in a pixie cut, long slanted
brown eyes above sculpted cheek bones.
        
She was in her early forties, had borne four kids, but
maintained the body of a twenty-five year old. Once when Vickie and I
lay sunbathing by the pool, she had come out and joined us. I hid
behind sunglasses, but couldn't keep my eyes off her enormous tits,
bouncing beneath her bikini top as she walked around the edge of the
pool. Every part of her made me salivate. She sat in a lounge chair
next to me, with her feet to my head, and began leafing through a copy
of MS. magazine. I ogled her body when I felt she couldn't see. Wide
shoulders, delicate collar bones, full round breasts cupped by the
swim suit, creating a deep valley where they met. Narrow waist flaring
out to a wide womanly waist, a trace of belly, but flat from back to
front at the hips. Perfectly proportioned legs running down to
delicate ankles. And then her feet. I didn't know what it was about
her feet that aroused me so. I was a dumb teen, had no concept of
erotic notions beyond the quick feel of a boob or my prick spasming on
the sly, but Joanie's feet fascinated me.
        
I sat by the pool that day, staring at her finely formed feet,
tanned and narrow, widening slightly to her long toes. For some reason
her toes, their nails painted deep scarlet, gave me a rumbling feeling
in the pit of my stomach. As I stared, Joanie splayed her toes, then
idly brought one foot to the other's ankle and scratched an itch. My
dick was rock hard in my baggy shorts. I jacked off later that night,
and several times again, fantasizing about her feet. I didn't want to
think about it too hard, I just knew that Joanie was working her way
into my mind and cock.
        
I thought I was alone in the house that day, and went upstairs
to shower before I hit the pool. The master bedroom had the best
shower, so I strode upstairs to Joanie's bedroom. I showered
leisurely, grabbed one of Joanie's thick towels and padded into the
bedroom. Something on top of the bureau  caught my eye.
        
It was a photograph of Joanie, naked, in the shower stall I
had just vacated. I was thunderstruck. Her body was white where the
bikini tan lines were, and the whiteness of these forbidden parts, her
tits and loins, blazed obscenely out of the picture. My dick pulsed
and grew. I guessed that Joanie's estranged husband, Jim, had taken
the shot. Joanie expression in the photo was surprise, but not shock.
Just mildly surprised. She was frozen in the act of washing her hair,
arms raised, hands massaging her scalp. Her big breasts, nipples erect
and huge to me, who'd never seen a true woman nude before, were lifted
by the attitude of her arms. Her pubic hair, a thick thatch of black
hair, stood out in sharp relief against the whiteness of her skin. She
looked out towards the photographer.
        
I sat down on her bed and rubbed my dick through the towel,
staring at the picture. I opened my wrap, and spit in my hand. I
grabbed my dick and massaged the spit on the head, staring bug-eyed at
the photo of my girlfriend's mom.

My dick felt huge to me, bigger and harder than it had ever felt. I
felt like every nerve in it was alive and attentive, responding to the
image of my girlfriend's mother. I began to increase pressure on it,
whacking myself into a frenzy.
        
"What the hell is going on here!"
        
I looked up from the picture to see Joanie standing in the
doorway, hands on the doorjamb, watching me with a slack jaw. She
looked far more surprised in real life than she had in the snapshot.
She had been down at the pool! She was wearing her pink floral bikini,
and I saw a flush rise from her chest and blush her fine facial
features.

        
There I sat, stupidly clutching my erect dick in one hand, the
picture of Joanie in the shower in my other. Joanie moved from the
doorway to the bed and stood in front of me.
        
"Well, I'm not going to ask you if you like that picture or
not, because its plain to see you appreciate it."
        
I tried to stammer an answer and wrap the towel around my
hardness at the same time. Joanie moved closer to me and stepped on
the end of the towel, trapping it. I couldn't pull enough to cover my
erection and all I could do was look up at her. I offered her the
picture, and she grabbed it from me and tossed it over her shoulder.
        
"You've gotten a good look at me, now its my turn. Put your
arms back and lean on them." She spoke evenly but forcefully. I was
overcome with shame, at being caught in her bedroom with a picture of
her I had found by snooping through her things, and then the worst,
masturbating to it on her own bed. I did what I was told. My head was
spinning as she looked at my dick throbbing. She stood in her bikini,
her naked thighs rubbing silkily against the inside of my knees,
spreading my legs, with her hands on her hips.
        
"You like playing with that while looking at my picture?" She
pointed a scarlet nailed finger at my twitching pecker.
        
I could only mumble and nod my head up and down. She reached
down a hand and dragged a fingernail lightly and slowly up my dick.
When she reached the head she stopped, and wrapped her fingers around
it. I was numb with fear and desire.
        
"I think you should be punished for snooping around in my
private things, don't you.?" I nodded yes as she gripped my cock. She
held it without moving, then took a finger tip and rubbed lightly on
the ridge under the head. I leaned back involuntarily and groaned.
        
"I also think you should be punished for the gall of sitting
on my very own bed and playing with this", she gave my cock a sharp
jerk, "and taking liberties of all sorts, don't you think so?" I would
have confessed to anything to keep her from stopping the maddening
sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock, just below the head, and
her finger waggling over the most sensitive part.
        
"Stand up", she ordered, releasing me and standing away from
the bed. I stood, my head down, my arms at my side, abject, but my
dick was standing proud and straight from my stomach. She walked over
to the chest of drawers and pulled out ... a pair of handcuffs.
        
"Turn around and put your arms up there", she pointed to the
top of the posts of the four post bed. When I complied she came up
behind me and slipped the pair of handcuffs around my wrists and to
the posts, leaving me spread from the waist up.

I heard her open a drawer, and shuffle its contents. Then I heard her
approach me.
        
"I think I can teach you some very valuable lessons today,
about respecting people's property, and about giving women pleasure."

On the last word I felt a sharp slap on my ass. This was followed by
ten more even strokes. I pulled away from them, but could not escape.
Then I felt Joanie's palm as she rubbed the areas of my buttocks that
she had just tormented. My skin turned hot and responded to her touch
like a dog responds to the touch of its owner. She moved to my side
and I saw she had taken her bikini top off. Her breasts stood
cantilevered from her body, tanned brown about half-way down, then
whiter where her bikini line started, crowned with huge nipples, their
aureoles the size of silver dollars, the nipples corrugated with
bumps, nipples standing erect and full. They had little holes at the
tip, like little dicks.
        
She stood beside me and looked up in my eyes. She held up her
right hand and I saw she held a riding crop for my inspection. She
raised her hand and drew the riding crop under my chin. Her left hand
rubbed over her tits, grazing the nipples with the tips of her
fingers.
        
"You're just a little pervert, did you know that?"
        
I didn't answer. She lowered the crop to my chest.
        
She said, "You'd better answer me." She flicked the riding
crop against my right nipple. She flicked it again, and again. Tears
came to my eyes.
        
"Come on", flick, "talk to Mommy." Flick.
        
When she said the word "mommy" I groaned. My cock jumped
towards my stomach. Joanie didn't miss this little exercise. She knelt
on the bed, and walked on her knees until she was right in front of
me. Sitting on her knees she was at eye level with me. She looked into
my eyes and asked again, "You're just a little pervert, aren't you."
She began to use the riding crop to bat my dick back and forth slowly.
She tugged at her own nipple with the scarlet nails of her left hand.
        
I had to answer, "Yes."
        
Joanie took my cock in the palm of her left hand. She gave my
nuts a flick of the riding crop in her right hand. I jumped. She said,
        
"You're a little pervert who likes to jack off to pictures of
Mommy. Isn't that right." She rubbed my balls with the end of the
crop. When I didn't answer straight away she snapped the crop against
my balls once more.
        
"Yes, ohh yes, I'm a pervert."
        
Joanie moved her left hand up and down my cock, touching me so
lightly I strained to push against her. She whispered,
        
"Yes, little pervert, and what did Mommy catch you doing?"
        
"You caught me masturbating."
        
She moved closer to me and began rubbing her huge erect
nipples against my chest. When the stiff tips of her large nipples
touched my own erect nipples a sensation like an electric shock spread
down from my chest to my straining penis.  She said,
        
"Tell me again and call me Mommy."
        
She let the riding crop drop to the bed, unwrapped her fingers
from my cock and held my head in her hands. She looked me straight in
the eye and said in a steady tone, "Come on, pervert, tell me what I caught you doing."
        
I paused, then said,"You caught me jacking off to your picture, Mommy."
        
She closed her eyes and shuddered.
         
She leaned way from me, pinching and twisting the nut brown
nipples of her pendulous breasts. She reopened her eyes and said,
        
"You won't tell anyone about us, will you, little pervert?"
        
"No, maam."
        
"No, what?"
        
She was stroking me again, hunched over, looking at my bulging
cock. In my short life I had never been so full and hard. I felt like
my whole body had a hard-on.
        
I said it, "Never, Mommy, I won't tell anybody."
        
"Good", she said and dropped my meat like a hot potato. She
took a couple of steps back from me on her knees. She stood up on the
bed, put her hands on her hips and looked down at me.
        
"Now for your lesson", she said, and bringing her hands flat
down her sides to her hips she shucked the bikini bottom off. She
lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of them, and in the
process, stepping back to me, cuffed to the bedposts, until my face
was buried in her tan brown belly. I smelled her, her skin, spicy like
cinnamon, still warm from the sun, and felt like I'd drunk a six pack
of Old English. She turned around, and now my nose was level with the
top of her butt crack. She said,
        
"Have you ever eaten a girl out, little pervert? Well, you're
going to eat me out now, starting with my ass. Think you'll like
that?'
        
"Yes Mommy, I love to eat girls out. Please let me eat you."
        
"I think I will."
        
She bent at the waist, her large ass suddenly pushing against
my face. She grabbed her cheeks with her hand and spread them. I
stared at her obscene asshole, which she pulsed, popping it out at me
like a sea anemone.
        
"Stick out your tongue, come on, lick Mommy, she really needs
it, come on little pervert, lick your Mommy."
        
I did as I was told. She doubled over, on all fours, and her
ass and pussy were finally at the same level as my mouth. I opened my
mouth and began to lick her thighs, the creases where her legs met her
hip, and finally her ass crack, netted with thick black hairs. I ran
my tongue up and down her crack, and she rocked back and forth,
placing different parts of her behind over my lapping tongue. Joanie
lifted a bit and I moved my tongue over her asshole, circling it in
broad swipes.
        
"Mmm, that's it, lick my asshole. I want you to stick your
pervert tongue up my ass."
        
I would have walked down Main Street as naked as a jaybird if
she had told me. I was insane with lust. I pointed my tongue and
jabbed it at her puckered anus. She pushed against me, and as my
saliva lubricated her hole, I felt my tongue enter her, a quarter of
an inch at a thrust. Joanie relaxed her asshole and I felt the tunnel
of her anus sliding and engulfing my tongue. She was fucking my face
now, pulling away and bashing back in, and my tongue slid all the way
in her ass each time she pushed back.
        
"Oh yeah, fuck my ass, boy, fuck me good with your pointy
little tongue, you pervert. Make Mommy come all over your face. Oh
oh".
        
I guess she came again. She pushed one last time against my
tongue and stopped, leaving my tongue up her. Her ass spasm around my
tongue. I could barely breath and I felt my eyes roll up into my head.
I had known grownups did nasty things, but I had no idea why until
then. I was having a brain rush orgasm as Joanie twitched her ass
muscles around my tongue. She finally fell on the bed, twisting over
so she lay on her back.
       
 "Good little pervert, you did that pretty well, considering
what a bad angle you had to work from. Maybe next time I'll sit on
your face. That would be nice, wouldn't it little pervert?"
        
"Yes, Mommy". I was a fast learner.
        
She scooted a little closer to me on the bed.
        
"Poor little pervert, I've cum twice and you're just hangin'
around, waiting for Mommy to take care of you. Do you want Mommy to
make you cum?
        
Did I ever.
        
"Yes Mommy, please let me cum."
        
Joanie wiggled around on the bed like she was scratching an
itch she couldn't reach. She was unbelievably sexy to my fifteen year
old over heated brain. She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows. She
brought her left foot dragging up my right leg, describing circles to
my thigh, then insinuated her toes along the inside of my upper thigh.
She ran the top of her high arch under my balls, applying a light easy
pressure.
        
"Poor little pervert nutsack. Look at how your little pecker
jumps when Mommy puts her foot on it."
        
Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat
up the length of my cock. I was shivering. This felt so nasty.
No back seat jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close. My
girlfriend's unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly
proportioned foot up and down my bouncing tumid dick. She spread her
toes, white in between where the sun never reached, and pressed under
the head of my cock, and caught me between her big toe and the middle
one. She masturbated me with one foot and brought her other foot up
under my balls. She used the big toe of that foot to probe my ass and
rub the sensitive space between my balls and asshole.
        
"Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all
over Mommy's toes. You're such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see
you come on me."
        
It was irresistible, finally. It felt so good I wished it
would never end. But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of
her feet and massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could
hold back no longer. I arched my back and let fly. My cock shot three
globs of spunk in a high arch, landing on Joanie's shelf-like breasts.
Using some of my cum as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over
my dick and nuts, coaxing out four more spurts in decreasing strength
and amount of jism. I had never cum like that before, didn't even know
it was possible.

Before I had merely ejaculated, but this time had been the combination
of shame; shame at being caught, shame at being so aroused before my
girlfriend's mother, the shame of my helplessness, and shame at my
twitching cock's enthusiastic response to her beautiful feet brought
me to my first orgasm. I slumped, hanging by the handcuffs, limp.
        
Joanie got back up on her knees. She took hold of my head
lifted it and guided it to her tits, where the bulk of my thick cum
sat in puddles. One string hung off her nipple. She said,
        
"Clean Mommy's tits, be a good boy now, lick your cum off
Mommy's tits."
        
I had been dying to kiss Joanie's breasts since I'd first seen
her. They had given me a boner the first time I'd seen her in her
lounging around by the pool in her bikini. Now she was inviting me to
kiss them all over, but with a catch. I'd been through a lot, grown a
lot that afternoon, but this was counter to all I'd ever understood
about sex and manhood. I looked at her stiff brown nipple, wet with
the pearly translucence of my cum. She brought my head firmly towards
her breasts and I opened my mouth.
        
I fought the strong reaction to gag as my mouth surrounded her
nipple, covered with my slime. It tasted a little like the ammonia
that my mom used to clean the bathroom, a little like the chlorine in
Joanie's swimming pool. As I washed Joanie's nipple clean of my cum, I
realized that this wasn't so bad after all. None of it was. I was
Joanie's little pervert slutboy, and I was lucky she'd let me
tongue-fuck her asshole earlier and doubly lucky now as I formed my
tongue into a tube and began to suck on her tit like I'd seen Linda
Lovelace do to a dick in that eight millimeter porno movie Richie
Murphy stole from his dad.
        
"MMM, nice. But your missing some over here, cum-licker."
        
I wanted her to call me every filthy name in the book. I
wanted her to tell me to do nasty things some more. I left her nipple
and washed the rest of her chest clean of spunk. I cupped my tongue
and washed the deep valley between Joanie's breasts.  I was fifteen,
young and eager, with my girlfriend's forty year old mothers perfect
silky titflesh splashed with my spume under my tongue. I was getting
hard again. Joanie felt my dick poking her in the belly, and ran her
finger tips over it. She took a finger and rubbed the peehole on the
head of my cock. I was still slimy down there, and her touch drove me
wild.
        
"I think I'm clean enough for now. You didn't take long to get
nasty again, did you, little pervert. Did it excite your little dicky
to clean your cum off  Mommy's tits?"
        
"Yes, Mommy."
        
"Yes what?"
        
"Yes Mommy, my dick is really hard. Its hard for you, Mommy.
Its always hard for you."
        
"You know, you're going to be a good little boy for Mommy. I
think I can let you down for a while."
        
She jumped off the bed and went behind me to the bureau. She
came up behind me, reached up, and unlocked the hand cuffs. I rubbed
my wrists.
        
Joanie hugged me from behind, pressing her tits against my
back, reaching around me and handling my dick with both hands. I felt
proud of my dick, tall and hard, and proud that a mature beautiful
woman like Joanie would stoop to teach a slug teenage boy like me.
        
Joanie pushed me onto the bed and said,"Roll over, my little slutboy."
        
I did. She straddled me, and waddled up my body on her knees.
She leaned her tits in my face, and jiggled them back and forth. She
sat on my cock and ground her cunt against it. She stuck her butt out
so she could rub the underside of my prick against her clit.
        
Her breathing was strong, puffing out of her nostril like a
dragon's steam
        
"Oh yeah, uh, know what I like, huh, I like using your cock to
get me off, huh huh huh. I like rubbing my old hairy pussy on your
slimy hard dick, huh, your nasty teenage stiffy, huh."
        
She did like it. She was dragging her hairy cunt in long
strokes over my boner. She pushed down, and I could feel her cuntlips
spreading. She was soaking my dick in her juices. She sat straight up
on me, and used her fingers to spread her cuntlips as wide as they
would go. I looked down and saw my cock head pressed flat against my
stomach, disappearing and reappearing in Joanie's bush as she slid
back and forth.
        
"Tell me, pervert, did you, huh, ever fuck Vickie, huh, did
you ever put this thing in my daughter?"
        
"No, Mommy, she wouldn't let me." I was panting now, too.
        
"I didn't think so. Well, today's your lucky day, slutboy, cuz
Mommy's gonna pop your cherry."
        
I didn't care whether I'd screwed some little bitches in the
back seat of some one else's car, Joanie was right, I was a virgin,
compared to her. She could take me to sexual heights I could never
have found in the panties of immature little teengirls or in the pages
of my girlie magazines. She said,
        
"I'm gonna fuck you like a cowgirl, and you're never gonna
forget it."
        
She twirled around, facing my feet, and grabbed my dick. She
pointed it at herself, raised up and impaled herself on me in one
stroke. My dick felt like it was engulfed by an oven. Joanie's vagina
was super hot, and super slick, as I found out when she started
bouncing up and down an me. My cock slipped in and out her pussy
making obscene slurps with every stroke. She was incredibly tight for
a mother of four kids. On the outstrokes she clenched her cunt muscles
tightly around me. I felt I was being milked. Every muscle in my body
was tensing in anticipation of my cum. My thighs were like bars of
iron as she bounced on me so fast it was driving my teenage brain to
the brink of insanity.

I was getting close, almost there, I was groaning and panting. Joanie,
the sexual expert, intuited when I was right on the brink and jumped
off me. She kneeled next to my hips, grabbed my aching dick and
started jacking me off in deft quick movements.
        
"Cum for Mommy again, show Mommy how you like to fuck and
suck, you dirty filthy little boy."
        
I didn't need the encouragement, I bucked my hips off the bed
in time to her fist flying on my cock. She placed her face over the
head of my cock, opened her mouth and ran her tongue around and around
the head of it. I started to cum and she pointed my dick into her
mouth. I sprayed her tongue with more of my boyseed. Three spurts this
time, and I fell back on the bed, exhausted in body and mind.
        
Joanie crawled up the bed until her face hovered over mine.
She took my face in her hands, lowered her mouth and we tongue kissed,
our saliva and my cum mingling in our mouths.
        
We lay there for about half an hour, our arms wrapped around
each other, then Joanie slowly raised herself on an elbow. She idly
ran the end of her index finger over my lips, down my chin, down my
neck, a couple of times around my nipples, around my navel, and then
to my boy cock. She ran her finger tip along its length, watching it
hop and begin to grow again. She said,   "You better get out of here
before you get caught again, you delicious little slutboy."
        
As I left, the towel wrapped around my waist, my stiff dick
waving in front of me, Joanie said one last thing to me.
        
"As long as your little dickie gets hard for me you can come
and play."  I looked at her, stretched out on her side, her breast
still gleaming from our play, her delectable toes that I wanted to
lick like popcicles, her black bush, her thick pink pussylips, and I
knew. Whatever it took to get back here, I would do, no matter how
humiliating.