Disclaimer: This work is a piece of erotic fiction, portraying events that the author freely admits are liable to be ridiculously improbable and indeed highly illogical, but would remind folks that this is basically a piece of stroke fiction, so lighten the fuck up! Oh, and if you're not of age or are of a sensitive disposition, then what the hell are you doing here? "Graduate Work" Chapter 7, by JValet ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jared sat on the plush "boyfriend bench" in the changing area of Victoria's Secret, his feet lost in a growing crop of shopping bags, listening to his mom negotiating with the store manager. "Ma'am, I'm afraid that this is highly irr-" the woman began, and then Jared heard the sound of bills being ruffled by nimble fingers. "I'm sure we can find some way to compensate for the inconvenience," Karen said. "Of course, we'll buy everything we try on; we simply desire a little, shall we say, _privacy_?" "I'm sorry, but-" more bills joined their brethren in a green chorus out on the floor of the shop. "If you're so adamant, then we'll simply take our business to the Frederick's across the concourse," Jared could hear his mother smile that carnivorous grin. Cathy sat next to him, legs crossed, dangling a shoe from her pretty little toes, one hand resting lightly on his thigh. The teenager's fingernails were tracing tiny patterns in the strained fabric of his pants, right over the swollen head of his fat cock. A small patch of dampness was beginning to show as precum stained his pantleg; Cathy stopped her torment just long enough to raise a wet finger to her lips and sample her cousin's juice. Karen strode back in, a collection of clothes hangers swinging from either hand, a wide variety of apparel in each, of many colours and fabrics; she gave one to Cathy, who clutched it to her chest, and dashed into one of the changing booths. "I thought it might be nice to get a _man's_ opinion on some of these pretty things," she told her son, running a long-nailed finger down his chest, coming to rest in his lap. "Be right back, honey." With that, Jared's mom turned and retreated into another booth, her ass sashaying back and forth underneath it's skintight denim covering. A sudden clatter out in the store jerked Jared out of his erotic trance. Peeking outside, he watched the store manager pushing the clear plastic doors across the door, as if closing for the day. His mom had been serious about wanting some "privacy," it seemed. He attempted to adjust his thickening tool as it threatened to split the inseam of his pants wide open, but it was no use, simply spreading the thick precum around, doing more damage than anything else. "Naughty, naughty," he heard Cathy chide. "Touching yourself like that..." she strode out of the changing room, wearing an apple-green polo-shirt that was a full size too small, the hem riding just above her navel, all three buttons undone to reveal her jiggling teenaged cleavage. A pair of tiny denim shorts wrapped themselves around her svelte hips, the material mechanically worn down so that they were as soft and tight as only an old pair of jeans could be; they were spattered artfully with paint and, as she pirouetted for him, Jared could see two white handprints across the boyish curve of her little ass cheeks. "I bet you wish those had been _your_ hands, don't you, cuz?" Leaning against the wall, Cathy bent over at the waist, filling Jared's view with her pouty little denim-clad butt. "Grabbing my sweet little cheeks, squeezing them, spreading that thick, creamy goo all over the place, spreading my tight little ass wide so you can have a look at my tiny little bunghole," one hand reached back to fondle and maul her own buttock, her slender fingers digging into firm teenage flesh. Jared wanted desperately to leap to his feet, to grab this hot little teasing slut and have his way with her, fill every hole in her body with his fuckmeat, to watch her limbs jerk with pleasure as he reamed that tempting little asshole of hers...he half-rose to his feet, forgetting about the steel ribbon that kept his cum sealed safely away. "Ah-ah-ahhhhh..." Karen's voice sent a quiver through her son's knees, and he found himself seated again. "Try on something else, Cathy darling; it's my turn, now." The teen slowly straightened, gave her cousin a salacious look, and returned to her changing room, blowing Jared a kiss. But his attention was riveted to the door of his mom's cubicle, through which she stepped, wearing a blue dress of some incredibly thin fabric that molded itself to his mother's incredible curves, revealing every hollow of her body, right down to the tiny veins that cris-crossed her erect nipples. The hem was ridiculously short, swirling about her upper thighs as she moved, giving him glimpses of the tiny black panties she wore underneath, and allowing Jared to drink in all of her long, sculpted legs, perched atop a pair of blue mules with four-inch heels. The top of the dress had an open collar with a deep neck, and a pair of silky blue strings hung from the lapels, their purpose to tie the neckline closed, for a more modest look; Karen, however, had left them untied, allowing her tits to jiggle freely for a captive audience. "My poor baby," she said in mock sympathy, "did that nasty little girl tease you with her sexy little body?" Stepping over the shopping bags, she settled her delicious ass in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pushing all that soft, smooth titflesh into her son's face. "Silly girl should know that it's a mommy's job to make her baby all hard and hot and leave him wanting," Karen wiggled her ass on Jared's cock, feeling his fat meat pressing into her like a lead pipe. "This is mommy's toy, mommy's cock to play with as she sees fit, isn't it?" A muffled reply came from the depths of her cleavage. "That's right, and as much as we both might want you to take all that hot cock and stuff it into my sloppy li'l mommycunt, or kiss my greasy little asshole with your tongue, or drink all that sweet, sweet, cream straight out of your balls...the tease is much more fun...for now." She pulled Jared's head out of her tits long enough to share a long, sloppy kiss with him, then hopped off his lap, and traipsed on back into the changing room. Cathy soon appeared, wearing an abbreviated denim dress whose halter top was only just wide enough to cover her stiff nipples; she bent over for her cousin again, giving him a glimpse of her shaved mound, and pretty pink pussy lips, leaking cunt juice down her creamy legs. The teenaged sexpot fingered her clit a little, sampling the liquid streaming out of her snatch. "Don't you wish this was your tongue, cuz?" She asked with a smile. "Don't you want to be on your knees, between my legs, lapping away at all this *smack* cunt cream? I bet it'd taste _reeeal_ good on that big ol' dick of yours; wouldn't you like me to slurp up all my girly goo off your fat meat? Maybe take the head of it in my mouth and give it a suck, a nibble, a lick..." Before he could answer, she straightened, laughed, and returned to the privacy of the cubicle, just as her aunt was coming out. Karen was in her new "workout gear," a pair of yoga pants that were tight enough to mould themselves perfectly to the curves of her ass, and a tiny pink tanktop with a built-in bra that pushed her already huge tits up and out. She began to squat-thrust, and lunge, as though he weren't there, pushing her ripe ass into his face, spreading her legs wide for him so that he could see the wet spot forming at his mother's crotch, finishing with a move that nearly popped her tits right out of their tight pink prison, pushing those massive mammaries out in obscene fashion. "You're drooling," she commented with a smirk before leaving him alone once more. But not for long, as Cathy soon followed, wearing her "pj's" a black, skintight, square-necked t-shirt that fell to the slim curve of her ass cheeks, and a pair of low-cut bikini briefs of the same colour. The fabric was just diaphanous enough that an observer could make out the shape and size of her nipples through the top. "D'you like?" She asked impishly. "Cuddling up to my favourite cousin in this ...or less; you sleep naked, right, Jared? I don't know what I'd do if your thing got all stiff in the night." She feigned an innocent look. "I'm sure you'd show me what to do with it, wouldn't you?" The stain on his pants was growing wider and darker by the second; his cock had been leaking precum for God only knew how long, now. Jared's mother came out next in a red babydoll with flyaway panels that exposed her taut, flat belly; the scalloped demi-cups did a poor job of concealing her nipples, the dusky aureolae peeking out for all to see. Smiling devilishly, she simply knelt between his legs and began kissing the tube of meat pressing against his pantleg, her tongue flicking out to sample the widening precum stain; the changing area was filled with the sounds of Jared moaning in pleasure as his mom mouthed his cock through his khakis. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the bench, his body crying out for release, but unable to achieve it. His next groan was one of disappointment as Karen stood, smacking her lips; she walked to Cathy's door, and rapped on it sharply. "Wear the one at the bottom next," she instructed her neice, "and wait until you hear me coming out, okay?" "'Nkay," the teenager replied, the glee in her voice undisguisable. Both doors opened simultaneously, or nearly so, as Jared sat there, insides quivering, cock throbbing, balls churning; he knew that there was still an ordeal to survive in this sexual odyssey his mother had been leading him on. The first thing he saw was Cathy's leg, that long, slender limb slowly extending from the changing booth, strappy black sandal dangling from her little foot; the heel defined and shaped the teen's creamy calf muscles. It just kept coming, an expanse of smooth skin that went on forever, up her firm young thighs, the hem riding high on her hip; as she came all the way out, Jared saw that his cousin was wearing a long, black nightgown of the sheerest fabric he'd ever seen, the hem cut so that it exposed the entirety of one fantastic leg while covering nearly all of the other. It was so thin that he could make out the cleft of her tiny pussy lips; the whole was trimmed in pink, with a long bow tied between her perky little tits, bobbing just out of view. "I think he likes it, darling," Karen said as she strode into view, wearing a similarly long nightgown, but one with a more modest hem; however, the neckline was a deeply-cut V, extending down to her cute little navel, a thin lace straining to hold her huge, wobbling breasts behind the fabric. It was decorated with a black, lacy pattern, leaving huge expanses of her toned, ripe flesh exposed to his view; there were strategic concessions to modesty, covering her nipples and the pouty lips of her cunt, but nothing concealed the line of pubic hair that pointed the way to heaven. The back was cut away completely to reveal her bare shapely back right down to the first curves of her ripe ass. Jared's mom walked over to her niece and hugged her from behind, towering over the slim blonde, revealing the stark contrast between Cathy's young curves and Karen's wet-dream body; the older woman began running her hands over the teen's body, fondling her orange-sized breasts, revelling in the silky skin exposed by the high-cut skirt, nibbling at her neck. "She's got such a sweet little body, doesn't she, baby?" Karen asked, looking Jared in the eye. "Look at these li'l titties...just big enough for my hands, or a mouth...firm, fresh curves that just make you drool...and who could forget _this_," she pulled the fabric away from Cathy's thighs to reveal her pouty, bare cunt. "Looks just like a juicy little peach, doesn't it, honey? Without the fuzz, of course." Her fingers ran over the hairless pubic mound, making the teen writhe in her arms and press against the older woman's curvaceous form. Karen's nimble digits spread the lips of that beautifully smooth little cunt and took a quick dip inside; Cathy responded with a whimper and a shudder. When the invading fingers were withdrawn, slick with cunt cream, the teen whined in disappointment. Her aunt greedily slurped the juice from her fingers. "Mmmmm...she's sooo sweet, baby. Wouldn't you like a taste?" Jared, his body limp in an erotic trance, slid from the bench to his knees on the floor, scattering the shopping bags in a tumble of shoes, lingerie, and other assorted goodies. "That's right, honey, crawl over here and sample your cousin's sweet little pussy," she cooed, flicking the teen's clitty, eliciting more excited groans from Cathy. Eagerly, Jared did as he was told, moving on all fours as fast as he could until he sat between Cathy's legs, and took hold of her slim thighs, pushing his face into her tiny cunt. He began to feed from her pussy as he had fed from his mother's, with abandon, even though her sweet cunt juice did nothing to satisfy the intense hunger for Karen's snatch. "Oh God oh yesssss..." Cathy breathed as she felt his skilled tongue lapping away at her inexperienced pussy; her nipples were aflame as Karen mauled the teen's firm tits, pulling and twisting the pink nubs. Her first day under her aunt's tutelage had been a highly arousing trip, and she was now quickly reaching her peak, finally recieving the direct stimulation she'd craved all day long. The teen's fingers tangled themselves in Jared's hair, holding onto his head for dear life as she rode his face; he was soon rewarded with a gush of fragrant fuck juice, sweeter tasting than his mom's, but not anywhere near as delicious as the nectar he thirsted for. As the boy pulled his sticky face from his cousin's sopping snatch, he heard his mom say "I think it's time we went back home, kiddies; mommy wants to play for _real_." * * * The three of them hadn't gotten much further than the front entrance when Karen instructed her son to "strip and kneel...right here, right now; Cathy, be a dear and take some of these bags up to my bedroom while your cousin gets rid of those confining pants of his." As her niece scampered upstairs, carrying a wealth of bulging shopping bags, Jared's mom stood over him while he pulled his clothes off as fast as he could. Her eyes raked his body hungrily, lingering on that massive fuckstick as it wobbled into view, dripping precum, jutting proudly from his groin. Raising her foot, she ran her delectable little toes over the slippery head of his dick, sending a shuver through the boy's body. Karen chuckled to herself as the heady aroma of his arousal wafted up from his kneeling form; her dark eyes met his, and she saw the pleading there, the bottomless need she'd inspired in Jared's mind that only she could satisfy, the hopeless desire and sexual hunger that kept him firmly under her thumb. She licked her lips, realising that the events of the last few days had awakened the hunger that'd she'd spent so many years hiding under baggy clothes and a veneer of normalcy: his addiction was feeding her own, and she couldn't care less. Jared sat there on his haunches, gritting his teeth while his mother played with his overteased meat; he knew that his only option was to suffer through it, if suffering it could be called, knowing full well that the path to satisfying the need in his massively swollen balls, and the craving in the depths of his head, lay on the other side of whatever she had in store for him. Her toes tickled his boiling, churning testicles while his mom stroked his prick with her soft little foot, coaxing more and more slippery, salty grease to spill from his tortured cock, but none of the cream that was bursting for release. Karen drew her foot away from his pole, eliciting a disappointed groan; she watched in fascination as a strand of sticky goo roped its way between her toes and his cock, eventually splattering on the floor in a thick, silvery line. "Look at the mess you've made on mommy's new shoes," she said gently. "I taught you better than that...sop up all that nasty goo with your tongue, baby." Dropping to all fours, Jared began sucking, licking, and nibbling at his mother's toes, slurping his own salty spew. As he worshipped her feet, Karen couldn't help but paw at her dripping snatch through the soft, worn denim of her skintight jeans. She heard Cathy's heels clip-clop back down the stairs, but couldn't bear to look away from the spectacle of her own son lapping obediently at her feet. The teen, too, was transfixed by the sight of her aunt, that tall, chestnut-maned sex-goddess, breasts heaving underneath a flimsy white off-the-shoulder blouse, rubbing her denim-covered cunt, receiving the adulation of a naked Jared, his titanic member swinging freely, leaking copious amounts of precum onto the floor. "Look at him," Karen addressed Cathy, her eyes never leaving Jared's back. "Look at what his cock has reduced him to. Grovelling, desperate, a toy for our use, made that way by the brain between his legs; he needs to cum so badly, he'd do anything, absolutely anything to shoot all that beautiful, sweet semen he's got stored up in there. It's backed up into his stomach, by now, and mommy's little boy needs to blow his load soooo badly, don't you?" "Yes *smack* mommy *slurp*." "I know you do, baby boy, but you're going to have to wait 'til mommy says so." She withdrew her foot from his worshipping mouth. "Now get in that recliner over there." As soon as the boy was seated, Karen pulled the lever on the chair, forcing him into a recumbent position, legs spread, dick pointing accusingly at the ceiling. She directed Cathy to seat herself on the footrest, between his splayed thighs, staring at his meaty tower and the hairy, swollen sac resting beneath it. "Why don't you give your cousin's cock a friendly little peck, Cathy honey?" Grinning, the girl leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the angry purple head of Jared's cock. Her soft, bubblegum pink lips came away slick and sticky with his goo; she smacked her lips and, tasting his arousal, swooped in again, this time latching onto the weeping slit and suckling gently. Her fingertips gently traced the network of thick veins that was mapped across the sensitive skin of his cock, eliciting wordless encouragement from Jared. "Now why don't you keep him occupied while I go change into something more... appropriate," Karen bent to give her boy a quick lick on the earlobe, then traipsed upstairs, leaving the "kids" to their own devices for the moment. Once her aunt had mounted the stairs, Cathy took her mouth off of his dick and looked Jared straight in the eye. "I can't wait to get this monster inside me," she said, tickling his scrotum. "Aunt Karen says that this is the only kind of cock that a girl like me should have...not a normal little needledick, but a nice, thick, pillar of boymeat to split my slippery little cunt wide open; so I guess that means we'll be having _lots_ of fun together, 'cause I don't know anybody who's got a tool like _this_." She licked the crown of his dick, just as Karen had instructed, slurping his precum loudly. "Oh, I'll probably keep Bobby Franklin around, but mostly 'cause I figure his tongue will be, like, sooooo good up in my cute li'l cunny." She winked at him, and stood. Reaching under her tiny white skirt, the teenager quickly skinned out of her brief thong panties and threw them in Jared's face. "Put those in your mouth, cuz; I want you to taste me while I play with your big ol' prick." He eagerly stuffed the scrap of fabric in his mouth, and the taste of her sweet pussy made his tongue tingle. She straddled his hips, and gently lowered her steaming gash onto his massive dong, pushing it flat against his belly. His cousin's tight cunt was hot against his skin, the juice from her quim running down the shaft as the plump lips were spread by the pole between her legs. Cathy began to hump his fuckstick, grinding her pussy against it, juicing her tasty little peach on his meat; Jared's hands rose to take hold of her hips so that he could hump her back, desperate for any sensation that might lead to an orgasm, but she grabbed hold of his wrists and, with surprising strength, pushed them back. Leaning in over the boy, she kissed him hard on the lips, tasting her own cunt cream; her tits, unencumbered by a bra and separated from his chest by a thin tanktop, were pressed tightly together by the shirt and almost spilled out as Cathy loomed over her cousin. Her nipples, poking out like pencil erasers, were drilling hot little holes in the skin of his torso. Her nimble tongue slipped past his lips and, taking hold of her own panties, she drew them out from his mouth; she spat them aside, and dove in again to take Jared in a sloppy soul kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she rode him like a bedpost, spreading her scalding-hot pussy juice all over his cock, running over the cock ring in rivulets to soak his huge, dangling balls. "Do you wanna fuck me?" The teen pulled back again, her short, blonde curls in disarray, her eyes smouldering with blue heat, tits pushed against his chest. "Do you wanna ram that cock into me? Bust my little cherry? Split my tiny cunt wide open with all this _meat_?" She stopped humping for a moment, the lips of her pussy poised at the head of his cock, spread ever so slightly by the mushroom cap that was almost as large as her own fist; precum flowed freely from the spasming slit, mingling with the tasty cream that dripped from her snatch. "Yes," Jared replied, gritting his teeth; he knew what the consequences of one premature thrust upwards would be: tight, hot heaven, followed by a punishment that didn't bear thinking about - he'd learned the lessons of the day before. "Well, you're just going to have to wait, cuz." Cathy giggled, and resumed humping. "Your mommy told me I was supposed to wait until she said otherwise." She ground her swollen clit hard against his steely meat. "I can't wait 'til she does, though. I bet you fuck soooo good, cuz. I bet it feels soooo good to be packed full of _cock_." "Oh, it does, honey," Kathy's voice rang out through the room. "To feel so completely _full_, as though every nook and cranny of your panting little cunt is simply crammed, stuffed with meat, thrusting, pounding, pulverising your pussy until it feels like your whole body is being rammed full of stiff young cock." Jared's mom walked into view, heels striking the floor loudly in the stunned silence. She was wearing an almost sheer bodystocking; the dusky nylon, stretched tightly across Karen's curves, was barely dark enough to hide her pink nipples, not enough to hide the thin arrow of hair, pointing at her tight cunt. She turned to give Jared a look at her ass, those beautiful cheeks jostling against one another inside their thin package, and bendt over to give him a good, long, look at the sopping wet peach of her pussy... meanwhile, Cathy gave his fat cock a hard ride, her hot, wet pussy sliding along the sensitive underside of his dick. She, too, was staring in rapt wonder at this gorgeous creature who'd walked into their midst, exuding sex from every pore. Jared's mom stalked over to where the two teenagers were humping in the chair and gave her neice a sloppy kiss, one hand groping Cathy's firm tit through her tight tank-top. The girl responded by releasing one of Jared's hands to play with her bloated clitty while she arched her jiggling breastmeat into Karen's hand. Suddenly, Jared's head was surrounded by darkness as his mother spread her thighs obscenely wide to straddle his face while he lay prostrate in the chair. The silky texture of the nylon caressed his cheeks as her sopping pussy descended upon his mouth. Releasing Cathy's tit and her tongue, Karen bent over, laying her body atop his, pressing her huge tits against his stomach, hair spilling out over his abdomen, tickling his sides; her mouth came to rest right at the juncture of his cocknob and Cathy's cunt, and she fell to making a meal of both his dong and her gash, lapping up the cuntcream and the precum like a kitten, sending both teens into a paroxysm of lust. Cathy's hands released Jared's so she could stabilize her trembling body; Jared used his newfound freedom to take a double handful of meaty asscheek so he could push his mother's juicy cunt as far onto his thirsty mouth as he could. While he slurped down mouthfuls of Karen's cunt cream, she eagerly french-kissed his massive cock, jamming the tip of her agile tongue into the slit of his cock, eliciting a frantic jerk from Jared's hips, and a new flood of sweet precum that splashed against her chin. Soon, Karen, herself quite revved up from the day's festivities, was cumming atop her son's face, slaking his thirst for her juice. "Oh yes, little boy! Make your Mommy cum! Drink down all mommy's juice, just like every day for the rest of your life! You're gonna suck mommy's sweet cunny all the time, little man...whether she's dirty or clean...maybe some day I'll get a harness, and see if you can spend the _whole_ day with your face strapped to mommy's cunt...Mmmmmm...yes! Oh God! Ohgod ohgodohgodohgodohgAAAWWWWDDDD!!" Once she finished coming down from her orgasmic high, Karen disentangled herself from Jared's worshipping tongue, stood, and pushed Cathy off his cock. "You're going to have to wait, darling...I want _this_...I want my special little toy..." Spreading her legs and bending at the waist to grab hold of the coffee table, she gave Jared a salacious look. "Come _fuck_ mommy, baby...take mommy's cunt like I know you want to..." Rising slowly, struggling for breath, his chin still dripping with his mother's pussy juice, Jared lifted himself from the chair; on unsteady feet, he walked over to his mom, waiting impatiently for his dick. She shook her ass invitingly, egging him on; the teenager took hold of a firm grasp of her ass, taking a moment to stare at her winking bunghole through the thin veil of fabric that separated mother and son. Gritting his teeth, Jared positioned the dripping, tortured head of his massive fuck stick at the entrance of Karen's sopping gash, feeling the heat and savouring the sensation. Then, with a single thrust, he rammed his bloated member right through the flimsy barrier between them, sending his cock home as far as he could push it until he hit bottom. Grunting like an animal, he simply began to pound away at Karen's pussy, slamming his hips against hers, feeling the flesh ripple under his hands; his fingers were tearing holes in the nylon, and soon bit into her buttery flesh. "YES! FUCK MOMMY'S CUNT!! Oh, GAWD, baby...that it! J-just like THAT!! OH! GOD, you're so FUCKING huge...fill me up...FUCK ME HARDER!" Of her own volition, Cathy scooted between Jared's legs and applied her mouth to his balls, dripping with a tasty cocktail of his juices, Karen's, and her own. "C-cathy..." Jared's mother panted, her body trembling from the sheer punishment her needy pussy was taking. "Cathy, on th- *OH* the b-bottom *OH*f my left *GAWD* sh-shoe, th-there'sssssss a k-key..." The girl kept up her assault on Jared's testicles while her nimble hands slipped underneath her aunt's shoe, quickly coming back up with a tiny silver key, scotch tape still flapping from it. The *click* of a lock coming open was barely audible over Jared's inhuman noises and Karen's loud encouragements, but for him the difference was immediately noticeable. That impenetrable steely dam that had held him back all day long vanished; he could feel the sheer liquid pleasure soar from his tightening balls to the swollen head of his cock. He rammed his mom's cunt faster as his dick jumped; her pussy spasmed around that pole of meat when she felt the first splash of Jared's steaming hot cum against the back wall of her womb. Orgasm washed over the two of them simultaneously, Jared's triggering his mom's; Karen's tight cunt filled with her son's cream to overflowing as his massive testicles released their long-delayed payload. He continued thrusting while Karen came and came, pumping his semen like a piston, working it up into a froth; the excess goo spilled out in copious amounts, splashing all over Cathy's upturned face. The teen tried to catch as much of the milky spew as she could, slurping it all down as though it tasted like a vanilla milkshake. Suddenly, the pair on the table collapsed, crashing to the floor in sexual exhaustion; Jared's dick, jerking like a firehose, pulled out of his mom's leaking cunt, still firing rope after rope of cock cream; on her hands and knees, Cathy scuttled over to take his spurting cock in hand and feed from his manmilk, sperm dripping from her sweet, teenaged features. Karen simply lay on the floor, panting, a huge grin painted across her face. The boy had long since passed out. * * * He awoke on the couch, wearing a pair of distended boxer shorts; on the coffee table in front of the TV sat a huge bowl of potato chips and a two-litre of cola. "Jared, honey," Karen walked into view, wearing an abbreviated red t-shirt dress that came to about midway down her firm thighs and was cut low enough to expose her massive tits, jiggling freely beneath the tight fabric. "Your cousin and I are going to go catch a movie; I think you could use some rest to recharge those 'batteries' of yours." She gave him an impish smile. "Think you can stay out of trouble for one evening?" Without waiting for an answer, she walked away, supple ass swaying beneath a flippy skirt, feet perched atop a pair of red thongs with four-inch heels. Outside, in a dark car, a pair of female eyes watched aunt and neice wave goodbye to Jared from the doorway and pull out of the driveway. A pink tongue swept across dry lips, and a dainty foot in a high-heeled black mule clicked against the sidewalk as the watcher left her car and stalked up to the Smythes' front door. Beneath a knee-length black skirt, her panties were already moist...