Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter Two: Mr. Matty Gets Head (Msolo, Mf, cons, oral) Author's Note: This is a dark story about a man who loves kids. It's dark, as desiring children the way he does is bad for them (and him). If you're not an adult, or if sexual fantasies involving children offend you, don't read this. And in any event don't do this shit. Matty scratched his balls and played with his hard cock while he showered. He thought about watching girls shopping with their mothers. He thought about seeing girls naked. In all of his 43 years, he had never done that, although he went looking for opportunities week after week. The closest he came was when he met Annie, whose cute daughter, Chrissie, was 13 and didn't wear a bra. Annie encouraged him to think sexually about girls until he got a fierce erection and she jerked him off. That was all she did, gave him a hand job one time, and it was disappointing but better than jerking himself off in the shower - even though she said his cum was disgusting and made him wipe himself off. Instead of visiting stores again that afternoon to steal furtive glances at girls, Matty followed the twisting roads back to see Annie and especially Chrissie. It rained hard through the morning, but a cool spring breeze had dried the roads and it wasn't long before he saw their aging brick house on a deserted stretch that ended on a cul de sac. "Well, Mr. Matty, I kind of didn't think you were coming back," Chrissie said. "I m - m - missed you guys." "Come on in, you'll be able to see my chest better." "I'm n - n - " "Of course you are. Mom told me that you played Mario Kart so poorly because you couldn't stop looking at these." Chrissie puffed up her chest and flexed it with her shoulders. "Sh - sh - she said it was okay too look at you like that." "And then she used her hand to make your dick happy, like she does with all the men. Guys like to look at girls like me even if you could go to jail if I took my shirt off. She like isn't home yet." Mattie never spoke to such a forward girl before. He looked away from her at the bags, boxes, piles of clothes and everything else that cluttered their living room. The walls were pale blue where they hadn't cracked, spilling white dust. "Mom's a slob and I'm too busy doing homework to help," Chrissie continued. "Did she tell you that I have a genius brain, I'm two grades ahead already and could be working on a doctorate about the time kids my age graduate college?" "You - you - you're smart." "That's why I don't like boys. Really, I prefer older men like your age." "You d - d - didn't say anything last time." "I was messing with your mind, old man. God, I think you're like older than my sperm donor, whoever that was. Mom won't talk about him. He must have been like a nuclear physicist or something to give me such brains. They sure didn't come from mom." Chrissie stretched her shoulders again, taking Matty's attention from her large nose and square jaw. His hard cock made him brave, and he stared openly at the jutting points of her nipples against her thin, vermilion colored shirt. She turned sideways, showing breasts that were already larger than her mother's. "Time for me to do more homework, Mr. Mattie, because if I don't get enough done by the time mom gets home, she'll be angry. She says I have to study hard and make a lot of money like I'm her meal ticket. Go practice Mario Kart. Dust billowed as Matty settled onto the thin couch cushions. He was getting comfortable with the game by the time Annie arrived home. He was never going to be as good as Chrissie, but maybe she wouldn't embarrass him the next time they played. "Whose car - ? Oh, it's you," Annie said. She was skinnier and more plain than Matty remembered, or maybe he was comparing her to Chrissie. "I told Mr. Matty we didn't think he was coming back," Chrissie said from the kitchen table where she did her homework. She scratched one young tit. "It's because I didn't suck his dick," Annie said, stepping towards the kitchen. "You never suck any of them." "How is your homework? I sure as hell don't understand quadratic equations, but I'll know if you're skipping any exercises. Finishing all your work now." Matty followed Anne. Chrissie scratched her tit once more, winked at him, and returned her attention to her mother, saying, "I'm three chapters ahead of everyone else already." "You're bright enough to start calculus next year. If I could afford a tutor, you'd start now. You're PhD material." "What did I tell you, Mr. Matty? She has big plans and all I want to do is take off my shirt. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Chrissie said. "Study first, and then fun and games. Since you like Matty so much, you can make him happy tonight." Anne swung on Matty, adding, "Provided you clean the living room for me in the meantime." Matty wasn't sure what to believe, but while Anne changed, Matty washed dishes and kept an eye on Chrissie's chest. While Anne put frozen burgers into a skillet and fries into the oven, he moved boxes, dusted the living room and vacuumed. "Wash up," Anne commanded. There was hair in the sink, blood stains in the toilet and a ring of scum in the bathtub. The soap and the hand towel were dirty. Matty grabbed at his crotch before exiting the bathroom. It was his biggest erection since he last spent time with Chrissie and Anne. "There's a lot of work to be done around this place, and us girls don't have time for it," Anne said. She slid a French fry in and out of her mouth. Chrissie giggled. "I n - n - noticed." "There's more than meets the eye. You'll have to red the attic, move some boxes and bags up there, throw out stuff, move furniture, wash walls, shampoo carpets - more than you can possibly imagine. Not to speak of the basement. By the time you're done, Chrissy will have even big boobs and a full bush, and you won't be interested in her any more. Well, say something." "I d - d - don't know what to say, Anne. You know I l - l - like looking at her." "She likes you and wants to take off her shirt for you, but there's no accounting for kids' tastes today." Matty ogled Chrissie while she wiggled her shoulders at him, her growing tits bouncing inside her shirt. "I'm okay with whatever she wants to do, anything, you better just be nice about it," Anne continued. "Because it makes it easier on her. She likes having a man around to clean house but not doing anything to keep him here," Chrissie said. She wiggled her tongue at Matty. "I get tired from how hard I work," Anne said. She pulled at her straight brown hair. "I'll h - h - help with your house." "Promise?" Anne asked. "C - c - cross my heart." "Then take him into your bedroom and do something for him," Anne said, turning to Chrissie. She sighed. "I'll do dishes." Chrissie noisily slid her chair across scuffed kitchen floor tiles. She didn't look at Matty as she headed for the dusty steps, which squeaked as they walked up. If he thought of what Anne expected, he would have been dismayed at how much work waited for him at each new room he saw. But his mind was on Chrissie's 13-year-old butt and parts of her he couldn't see. Chrissie's room was sparse compared with the living room. There was none of the boxes, bags, knick knacks and other items - just her sagging bed, scratched night stand, well worn dresser and fraying throw rug covering a floor dark with dirt. "Well, show me," Chrissie said, sitting on her unmade bed. "You - you - you - " "Unzip your pants and pull out your dick," she said. Amazed at how his hard cock grew even bigger, Matty grabbed at his crotch before unbuckling his pants and letting them drop. He stared at her eager face before letting his eyes drop to her chest and crotch. "Come on, the boxers, too, old man," she said. Matty pulled down his underwear. His circumcised cock stood straight out from him, curving to the right. It jumped with his excitement. "You w - w - were going to show me your ch - ch - chest." "I was beginning to think you wouldn't ask." Chrissie smiled at him. It was a warm grin. Her eyes bounced as she grasped the bottom of her vermilion colored shirt. Without taking her eyes off his cock, she lifted it to show her gently curved belly, not fat like bellies were anymore, and innie belly button and ribs that pressed against her pale white skin. Matty looked to where her shirt was bunched in her hands just below her tits. He grabbed his cock. "Don't touch," Chrissie warned. "Sh - sh - show me." Chrissie lifted her faded shirt all the way off, baring her chest. Her tits were high and capped with erect light brown nipples surrounded by a tight circle of darker brown. They were different sizes. The smaller one was higher on her chest and pointed right towards his face. Matty reached towards for her tits. "Don't touch," Chrissie repeated. She stared at him as she leaned towards him but his eyes were on her chest, the most awesome girl tits he could ever imagine and they were naked for him to look at while his cock was hers to see. It was like lightning when she touched his cock. He barely remained standing on her throw rug as she grabbed too hard and clumsily stroked it, abrading it with her hand. Yet he didn't correct her technique, especially not when she leaned forward, licked her lips and opened her mouth. Her crooked teeth, the spaces between them and her one chipped tooth barely registered on Matty as she took his cock into her mouth. Chrissy stopped, pulled away and said, "Look at me." Matty's eyes traveled away from her tender breasts, past her wide mouth to her bright green eyes. "I'll kill you if it squirts in my mouth, do you hear, you'll be dead," she said. "Do you understand?" "I un - un - understand." The young girl returned her mouth to his cock. Matty loved how her thick, wet tongue caressed his cock. He felt her sucking also. In no time, there was a familiar tightening in his balls as his cock grew larger. In a panic, he pulled it out of her mouth. His cum shot onto her face and hair, and some landed on her girl tits. While his cock grew limp and his cum cooled on her, Chrissie giggled the way Matty thought teen girls should giggle. Matty laughed with her. Comments and suggestions are welcomed at threeriversguy@hotmail.com.