Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: It's Crazy but It's True
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climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
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we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
It's Crazy, But it's True - (crazy.txt)- It's crazy- but it's
true, your mom's a better fuck than you. Now baby, don't be blue- I
still want to fuck you too. M/F, oral, anal
("I Only Want to be With You" Dusty Springfield '64/ Bay City Rollers
'76- unauthorized lyrics)
Jimmy was strangely aware of his hard-on trying to move around
in his pants. At 17 it wasn't strange he'd have a hard-on. He still
popped boners when the wind blew up his shorts or a shaft of light fell
on his thigh. It was strange he would be thinking about his cock given
the sight before his eyes.
Mrs. Tyler, the 30-something mother of his girlfriend Debbie, was
totally naked. She had taken off her clothes in front of the washer and
was at that moment bending over to pick up her panties. The chubby
hair-covered lips of her pussy poked back at Jimmy as he stood,
transfixed, and thought about his hard-on.
It was real woman pussy and solidified what had been somewhat
vague feelings of lust toward the older woman. Jimmy had always felt she
was sexy in a girl-on-t.v. or picture in a magazine way. Seeing her
pussy made him realize she was more than an invitation to be titillated.
She had a cunt. She was woman and Jimmy's titillation turned into a very
specific desire to put his hard-on in that cunt.
He recovered his sense of reality just in time to flee the room
before Mrs. Tyler straightened up. Back in the car port, he found the
image was still burned into his brain. He stood for long moments,
hardly breathing, re-living the memory and seeing, as if for the first
time, the rest of his girlfriend's naked mother.
Mrs. Tyler had a nice ass above and surrounding her pussy. He
hadn't gotten a good look at her tits, but the memory running in his
mind like a video clip did reveal a fullness of movement in her chest
area as she bent down that promised a set of full breasts.
His imagination hadn't lied. The cantaloupes he envisioned when
Mrs. Tyler wore a somewhat revealing top weren't a fiction. He had
guessed right from all indications. Taken together, Mrs. Tyler was hot.
Jimmy started to breathe again, heavily.
"Jimmy, what are you doing here?" Debbie interrupted his thoughts.
Fortunately, Jimmy had been too involved or awe-struck by what he
had accidentally witnessed to start jacking off. He was both relieved
that he was not caught in the act and a trifle irritated that he
couldn't do anything about his hard-on.
"I was waiting for you, doll," Jimmy tried to act non-chalant.
"And I can see what you were waiting for," Debbie said, staring
pointedly at Jimmy's pants, which were still tented by his rampant
erection. "But, golly, it's the middle of the afternoon. We can't just
do it all the time."
Jimmy's obsessive pursuit of Debbie had just paid a big dividend.
She didn't question him standing outside her door with a hard-on. After
the way he had pursued her, it was in character. She didn't wonder for
a second why he was excited.
It seemed the only time she had seen him without a hard-on was
after she had given in to his repeated pleas for sex. And that only
lasted at most an hour or two after they had fucked. Jimmy was a hard-on
machine. She didn't have to suspect there was any particular reason for
him to be excited.
"You can come in, but don't expect me to..." Debbie started as she
opened the door.
She turned and pushed Jimmy back at the same time scolding her
mother, "Mom! Cover up. Jimmy's here. Put something on, will you?"
She had succeeded in blocking Jimmy's second chance to see her
mother naked. Jimmy decided it was a blessing and a curse. The curse was
obvious. The blessing was the incident had taken Debbie's mind off
everything else.
-----
Jimmy didn't understand it. He didn't care either.
Debbie's tongue was like an inquisitive tentacle exploring the
very wrinkled skin of his balls. It sent tingles everywhere it touched
and then jumped to a new tingle site. His cock was waving violently in
the air, threatening to explode without her even touching it.
It was torture, but the happiest torture in the world. Jimmy
wanted to feel her mouth cover his cock, wanted the chance to shoot off
and she was making it worse every second she licked. It felt so good,
but it wasn't enough to pull even his hair-trigger.
It was a wonder she had wanted to fool around at all. She almost
never wanted to do anything until it was late and almost time for him
to go. And then she didn't mind when he came quick. Today she was
purposely drawing it out. Jimmy didn't understand.
"Now you kiss mine," Debbie said as she stopped abruptly.
She didn't have to make him crazy first. Jimmy was one boy that
didn't mind eating pussy. Usually Debbie didn't want him down there
except when she was really excited. She didn't have to take him to the
brink of orgasm to make him eat her. She only had to hold still and
let him.
But she had made him eager. He dove tongue-first into the pink
folds of her pussy without another thought. It was unlike her, but he
wasn't going to let the chance get away because of that.
It was all Debbie could do to stop herself from clamping her
thighs around his head and imprisoning him there. She needed the
slippery feel of his tongue on her sex flesh. She was already excited
and Jimmy's tongue was squirming inside her, lifting her to ever higher
highs. Oh god, she needed it right now.
Something about her naked mother and her boyfriend in proximity
had done this to her. She wasn't questioning why. She only knew that
she felt hot and cold all at once as she pushed Jimmy back and closed
the door. Then she needed him, needed him and wasn't just giving in.
There was no chilling thought about consequences if she let
Jimmy know how much she liked it. There was no holding back. She
couldn't stop herself from grabbing Jimmy's head and pulling his face
hard against her crotch. If she wouldn't let herself lock him in place
with her thighs, she would ride his face.
Jimmy had never seen Debbie like this. He wasn't aware he was
doing anything different, but she was responding like never before. He
didn't even care if he could breathe or not. Debbie was going crazy
rubbing herself on his face and he was going to keep licking and
stabbing at her with his tongue. He wasn't sure what, but he must be
doing something right. He wasn't going to stop until she made him.
It was too much! Debbie felt like she was going to shit, piss and
puke all at the same time. It felt like there was something trying to
explode out of her belly and she was wet enough for it to slide out on
a wave. with a strangled moan she released Jimmy's head and threw
herself into a bow on the bed. She held on for dear life as this
demon took control of her hips and bucked them into Jimmy's face.
"Stop. Stop!" she finally managed to croak as Jimmy's fevered
tongue had become a torture on her sensitive clit. "I can't take any more!"
Jimmy's head popped up, grin first. His face was smeared from
ear to ear with her juices, possibly spread there by the width of his
smile. Debbie had never acted like that before. She was like some kind
of nympho. Jimmy wasn't sure how he had done it, but he was proud of
himself.
"You have a thing? You know, a rubber?" Debbie asked
breathlessly.
Well damn, it was like Christmas and his birthday rolled into
one, Jimmy thought. He liked the new side of Debbie. He hadn't given it
much thought when he was eating her pussy, but he did have a hard-on
that would be very happy to plunge into Debbie and fuck her good.
"I think there's one in my pants," Jimmy said and slid off the
bed to retrieve them from where Debbie had thrown them in her rush
to suck his cock.
"Lubricated and everything," he said as he held up the foil
package.
"Don't show me. Put it on and fuck me!" Debbie demanded.
Debbie never said 'fuck' when she meant fuck. That alone would
have hurried Jimmy between her legs if he hadn't already been in a
rush. He rolled on the condom and fairly dove onto Debbie to bury his
hard-on in her gaping hole.
"Don't be fancy," Debbie said before he got off the first stroke,
"Just put it to me hard."
It was like she had stepped out of one of his fuck books. Jimmy
couldn't believe Debbie was acting this way and talking this way. Not
that he was questioning it. He fucked her like he always wanted. He
prodded her just as hard and fast as he could.
She only wanted more.
"Yes! That's it!," she encouraged, "Fuck me good!"
Debbie had no more insight than Jimmy, or perhaps only the
slightest bit more. She was curious to see if it would be different
getting fucked while she was in a glow. She felt so good she thought
Jimmy might make her cum by fucking her. That would be nice for once.
She wasn't sure of the result. It felt better than usual, but it
was nothing like the overwhelming sensation that had gripped her just
before. It might have been an orgasm, but it sure wasn't an ORGASM like
she had felt when Jimmy was eating her pussy.
For Jimmy it was better. He had two categories: good and better.
He wasn't straining to get over the top. His cum burst on him in the
hard stokes and spewed out without any urging. He felt toasty warm and
pleased with the endeavor. Even better was the way Debbie had helped
and encouraged him.
He felt satisfied in a different way as he lay on top of her in
her bedroom in the middle of the afternoon. This was the way he wished
it was every time- no hassle and a great feeling of contentment. He
hoped it signaled the beginning of a new phase of their relationship.
-----
Mrs. Tyler was wearing a pair of loose gray shorts that looked
like they had been cut out of sweat pants. Jimmy didn't know what to
call the top she wore, but it was also loose and the parts that went
over her shoulders moved around enough he could see the bra straps
underneath.
The incident in the utility room made Jimmy notice what Mrs.
Tyler wore, but nothing she would ever put on again would erase his
X-ray memory of what was underneath. He had to remind himself not to
stare. It was a secret and he didn't want to give it away. Somehow that
would ruin the excitement of his illicit memory.
He tried to keep Debbie in his line of sight while he snuck
looks past her at her mother. But girls seemed to have radar about that
kind of thing.
"What are you looking at?" Debbie turned around to look herself,
"Why aren't you listening to me?"
He was listening. He just wasn't looking at her while he listened.
Jimmy didn't see what she was upset about. He particularly didn't want
her guessing what he was looking at.
"I was just trying to see what your mother was making for dinner,"
Jimmy said.
"You and food..." Debbie snorted, "Honestly, I wonder if you're
interested in me at all or if you just want... ah... food."
They were in the kitchen. It wasn't the place to announce they
were having sex. Debbie clamped it off and went back to her story about
Mille Headburger. Jimmy saw Mrs. Tyler smile as Debbie changed the
subject. He knew she wasn't fooled.
She looked so amused by it that Jimmy thought it was no big deal.
He felt that he and Mrs. Tyler were sharing a joke on Debbie. He liked
the feel of that.
He wasn't as happy when Mrs. Tyler got him alone later in the
week.
"Are you and Debbie having sex?" she asked him.
She sounded off-hand, like she was making conversation, but Jimmy
felt his ears burn. This was standard 'good parent' interrogation
technique. He wished he'd waited until Debbie was home to come over.
"Oh no, Debbie isn't like that," Jimmy lied.
"Oh- I see," she said in the way that said- I know you're lying.
"So I guess I don't have to tell you how difficult an unplanned
pregnancy can be on everyone involved and that sex brings up serious
emotional issues that are hard enough for grown-ups to deal with, let
alone young people?"
"Nope," Jimmy said. "We're not having sex, so we don't have to
worry about that stuff."
"That's good, because it's better to wait," she said. "It might
seem hard on you at your age, but it's the wise choice."
She said hard-on. She didn't say it together like she was talking
about one, but she said it and that was enough. Jimmy was having
trouble keeping his mind on the conversation.
"Debbie would never do that, Mrs. Tyler and I wouldn't try to
make her do anything she didn't want to do," Jimmy said with all the
sincerity he could muster.
He was looking at her tits. They were the one thing he hadn't
seen in the flesh. He was wondering what they looked like. Were her
nipples brown or pink, big or small? It was a big mistake. He instantly
formed images in his mind and just as quickly got a hard-on.
"Well I was going to say..." Mrs. Tyler started but Jimmy never
found out what she was going to say.
"Jimmy? ...Do you have an erection?" she asked.
His blush was his answer. Jimmy tried to look away but found
himself staring into his lap and his head bounced up again. Mrs. Tyler
was shocked. He braced himself for the tirade.
"What gave you the erection, Jimmy?" she asked.
He wanted to disappear, not be there or at least become
invisible. What could he say? You have nice tits, Mrs. Tyler?
"I don't know," he mumbled. "They just happen sometimes."
"Were you thinking about having sex with Debbie?" she asked.
He wasn't going to be trapped in that corner. It was his duty as
Debbie's boyfriend to protect her honor- at least he shouldn't rat her
out to her mother.
"No! I just get them sometimes," Jimmy blurted out.
He couldn't look at her. He didn't want to see the expression on
her face. She took that the wrong, or is that the right, way.
"Do I make you nervous, Jimmy?" she asked.
It seemed like an innocent question. It seemed like something
safe to admit. Jimmy didn't know what she was thinking.
"A little, I guess," he said.
"And did you get an erection because I'm right here next to you?"
she sprung that on him.
His look of terror told its own tale. He had 17 years of practice
at deception. He could handle it when he was prepared, but he was still
a child when caught off guard. Mrs. Tyler had many more years of
sensing deception. Jimmy never had a chance.
"Well, I'm flattered you find me attractive," she said. "And you
don't have to lie about that. I understand how it is with boys your
age. I'm not offended at all. I know it just happens."
She sounded so reasonable Jimmy was reeling. This was great. She
understood. It was okay.
"I didn't mean anything by it," Jimmy said. "But you are real
good looking- for a mom."
She smiled and nodded.
"So are you ready to tell me the truth about you and Debbie?" she
asked.
Parent! Jimmy thought it with the same emphasis he'd put on
'bitch!'. She had pulled him in. She tricked him. At least it made his
hard-on go away.
"We don't do anything, honest," Jimmy lied some more.
"You know, if you feel pressure, there are other things you can
do other than have sex," she said.
"Oh we do a lot of stuff and don't have sex," Jimmy said.
It was Mrs. Tyler's turn to have her words catch in her throat.
She had been ready to explain, but Jimmy's interruption made her
re-think what she was saying. Now she was the one trapped. She went on
in a halting voice.
"I meant there's, umm... other ways to get, er... satisfaction
without having sex," she stumbled through.
Jimmy looked at her. He had to. What she was saying was obvious
but he couldn't believe she was going to tell him. His reaction
revealed something more interesting: Mrs. Tyler was the one that
couldn't look him in the eye now. When he looked up, she looked away.
"You're old enough to know what I'm talking about," she said
with some difficulty. "You don't have to go 'all the way'."
"You mean like oral sex?" Jimmy asked.
He was surprised to hear himself say it, but something told him it
was important to say the words. He could see she was uncomfortable, but
it was some deeper instinct that told him to push the issue.
"Well, yes," she said and he could see her blush, "And there's...
there's manual stimulation."
She had meant this to make Jimmy uneasy, but he had turned the
tables on her. He had turned her into the stuttering nincompoop. In
the midst of her discomfort the rogue memory of Jimmy's erection ran
through her mind.
Suddenly she was embarrassed beyond reason. A confusing flood of
thoughts filled her mind and she was afraid to say anything more. She
wasn't aware of any single cause, but she knew whatever it was came
from Jimmy. It was too hot in the room.
"But since you're not having sex, I guess you've worked that
out," she said to cover the brief lapse in conversation. "And remember
it's a good idea to... umm, keep doing whatever you're doing."
Jimmy knew he had flustered her somehow. That felt good, but
not good enough to push the issue. He was happy to escape a longer
lecture and satisfied with his vague feeling of victory.
-----
"Your mom says you should blow me," Jimmy told Debbie when she
arrived.
"What?" Debbie asked with more concern than surprise.
As Jimmy told the story, Debbie felt a different unnamed feeling.
This time it wasn't excitement. Instead of a churning that made her
want Jimmy, this time the motion in her stomach was nausea. There was
something definitely sick about her mother giving her boyfriend a sex
lecture.
Beyond this unnamed queasiness, Debbie was angry. It was
embarrassing that her mother would bother Jimmy like that and she
wanted her to stop interfering in her life.
On the question of the blow-job, she was a bit more lenient.
It wasn't like Jimmy was one of those boys that only wanted one thing.
He liked everything, even eating her pussy. She didn't get much out
of sucking on his cock, but she didn't mind too much as long as he
didn't want it every time.
"So, you want this blow job now?" Debbie asked, seeing Jimmy
still had his pants on.
"You mean you're going to listen to your mother?" Jimmy mocked
her. "Since when?"
"You're right," Debbie switched gears, "I don't think I will give
you a blow-job. Now that you put it that way."
Jimmy laughed. He guessed Debbie sucked dick good enough. It
always got him hot, but what didn't? Still, he wasn't going to make a
big deal out of her sucking his dick. If she didn't want to do that,
they could just fuck. He liked that just as much.
"Then let's do what she said not to do," Jimmy suggested. "Fuck."
Debbie rolled her eyes, but his response was comforting. You
could count on Jimmy. If he couldn't get there one way, he'd find
another. Debbie found that reliability reassuring.
"Not in the middle of the afternoon. Not today," Debbie said.
"Then I guess we'll have to settle for manual stimulation,"
Jimmy laughed.
"She said that? She actually said manual stimulation?" Debbie was
shocked.
"Well, she kind of stumbled a bit saying it out loud," Jimmy
told her, "But she said that- and hard-on- only she didn't say it that
way."
"So now I'm supposed to jerk you off?" Debbie asked.
"Only to fight off the evil temptation to *have sex*," Jimmy
said. "I'm not sure we're allowed to do it for the fun of it. I'll
ask your mother next time we have a little chat."
"That better be never," Debbie snapped. "She has no right to
lecture you like that. She's not your mother."
"Then I guess we better decide to have sex and then fight off
the urge," Jimmy said reasonably.
"Are you serious?" Debbie asked. "You want me to jack you off?"
"Are you seriously not going to give me a blow-job?" Jimmy asked
back.
Blow-jobs were something that came forward, not like petting and
mutual masturbation. Even when you had gone down the trail all the way
to the honeymoon bungalow at Conjunction Junction, it was still valid.
Once you'd done the 'it' and been there, you wouldn't want to fall
back on substitutes. But the blow-job came along. It was a keeper.
It wasn't the grossest thing she could think of. There was even
a chance she might learn to like doing it if Jimmy would give her the
chance. But with Jimmy you were always a heartbeat away from hot salty
goo squirting out into your mouth. He had a random fuse. You could
never tell when it was going to go off.
It wasn't even the taste of cum. She wouldn't order cum ice cream
if they made it, but it wasn't that bad. It was the feeling of putting
your mouth on a booby trap. Sometime, probably when you least expected
it, Jimmy's cock would be erupting like Vesuvias and Pompei-ing all
over her. It made her gag and his semen burned when it went down the
wrong way.
"Will you, seriously, at least warn me before you pop?" Debbie
negotiated.
"I'll try," pledged Jimmy, "But I don't get much warning myself."
"A half a second would be great," Debbie insisted, "Just so I
know it's coming."
"I'll tell you as soon as I know," Jimmy said, holding his cock
out to her.
"Look, if you warn me, I promise not to take my mouth off it
until you're done squirting all the way," Debbie offered. "But if I
get surprised, I'll gag and you know how that goes."
"I said I'll tell you as soon as I know," Jimmy repeated. "I'm
not trying to trick you or anything."
This must be the serious emotional issues Mrs. T. warned him
about, Jimmy thought. Like he meant to trick Debbie. He hadn't done
that in months. Now he was actually trying to tell her things.
Serious emotional issues, his dick. It wasn't like boys weren't
wise to the ways of women- at least the ones their own age. They had
lots of precedent. There were dozens of guys that knew all about girls
and would explain it all at great length.
Jimmy's observations went dead silent. They were replaced by an
energy-saving hum as Debbie's mouth slid over his prick. This was not
the time for musing. This was the time to get a blow-job.
"Gee- I got it all the way in there and you didn't pop," Debbie
was contrarily interested in musing in the middle of a blow-job.
Jimmy gave her a look of agonized suffering and she rolled her
eyes and put his dick back in her mouth. How was he going to
concentrate when she kept breaking his chain of thought? Jimmy tried to
use the rhythm of her lips moving up and down his cock as a focus.
"Oh my god, Debbie, that feels so... onuuh!" Jimmy squawked as
his technique failed.
It was kind of a warning and Debbie had been all the way back
when it happened. She kept sucking the head of Jimmy's cock and letting
the spurts blunt themselves against the roof of her mouth. She thought
it might be a good way to train him.
To work it would have to be muscle memory. All the other circuits
were disconnected in Jimmy's brain while he was cumming. He could only
feel Debbie's mouth urging him to spurt more.
"I think you lasted longer than that before, but like once,"
Debbie said, wiping her mouth.
"What I need is practice," Jimmy smirked at her, "Lots and lots
of practice."
-----
It wasn't meant for him. Debbie's 'she better not' was directed
at her mother. Debbie had been completely silent on his talking to Mrs.
Tyler rather than vice versa.
On one level, he couldn't help it. That was the 'what the hell
made me do that?' level. He never understood, but he always found
himself smack dab where that unknown urge told him to be. At the present,
it was behind Mrs. Tyler in the kitchen.
"I just want to say how cool I thought it was that you wanted to
have that talk with me the other day," Jimmy ambled around the topic.
"Thank you- I guess," Mrs. Tyler responded. "It was cool?"
"Well, you know- worrying about Debbie and all... and a lot of
parents would never talk about sex like that," Jimmy sputtered.
That would have been fine, but Jimmy had a run-on mouth. He was
going to stop, but the words kept chugging out in hunks.
"I mean, we know you know about it, but it's like we wonder how
much you know because you always sound so naive when you talk to us,"
Jimmy said. "But I bet you know a lot about it. You sound like you know
all the stuff."
Mrs. Tyler took a deep breath. She could feel heat at her
hairline and was trying to prevent a blush. He daughter's boyfriend
thought she knew all about sex. He was sailing dangerous waters.
Without realizing what she was doing, she looked down to see if
Jimmy had an erection. There was a very seductive vibration in the air-
or was it just in her head?
He didn't have a hard-on. He couldn't have one in those pants
without her seeing it. Now she was confused.
"Are you looking at my crotch, Mrs. Tyler?" Jimmy asked. "Because
I don't always get boners. Just sometimes."
One of those times was on its way. Jimmy knew there was no way
of stopping it. Mrs. Tyler knew it was her fault.
She couldn't bother blaming herself as the lump grew in his
pants. There was something else about his having an erection- something
disturbing. There was no breathing that would take away the heat that
flushed her. It was a ticklish situation- that was it. She was reacting
to the jeopardy.
Jimmy wasn't looking at the flush of her cheeks or the red
spreading up from her chest to her neck. He was looking away, trying
without hope of success, to will his hard-on away. He didn't dare look
at her. He knew he would see her naked. He wondered what the hell made
him do it in the first place.
-----
There were more fictions in Violet Tyler's head than at a romance
publishing house. The best- most outlandish- worthy of its own novel
of tormented lust, was the idea of seducing her daughter's beau to
protect her child from his irresistible urges.
In that scenario, which to be fair occurred on the horizon of
sleep, she sacrificed herself- her own unsullied body, to rid Jimmy of
his lusts so Debbie would not be forced to submit to them. She drained
the dangerous venom into her own sacrificial vessel to protect her
child.
The dream that came afterward had little to do with Jimmy. It
featured a half-man, half-beast of leonine descent that committed all
the fleshly sins on her deserted body- over and over and over again as
she flitted back and forth from inside herself to halfway outside.
The sheets were soaked when she woke up.
More reasonably, she decided it was a surge of hormones causing
Jimmy's unruly dingus. That was not uncommon at his age. A hint of
pride or perhaps some vague sensing the truth warred with the too
simple explanation.
It was not far-fetched nor particularly outlandish that Jimmy
might find her sexually attractive. Again, at his age he had little
control over that sort of thing. She did feel attractive. She could
see Jimmy reacting naturally to that.
That didn't mean a bad thing for either of them. It was a bit
awkward in context, but at the core it was just biology. Taken out of
context, it was what healthy young boys did when they were aroused by
sexually attractive women. And she knew he stared at her breasts.
Debbie, bless her heart, was fast becoming a woman, but Violet
had been a woman for some time. She could understand Jimmy's
appreciation of a finished work as well as a work in progress. It
wasn't strange he'd have those feelings.
All her fictions stopped short of descending back to the earth
from which they sprung. Out of context never managed to find its
context again. It wasn't like she had to dwell on how odd it was in
context.
She didn't realize (really- certainly not consciously) what she
had put on until Jimmy was sneaking peeks at her very sheer nylon top.
She was wearing a bra under it, but it seemed that seeing her
undergarment only made it harder on Jimmy. She wondered how she could
have been so foolish.
-----
"Have you noticed how weird mom's been acting?" Debbie asked.
Not if you didn't count private conversations she didn't know
about, Jimmy thought. He wondered what he'd missed.
"Like what?" Jimmy asked.
"Like she's going out on a date all the time," Debbie said. "She
sure is dressing up more."
That was sort of true- but Jimmy had noticed something different.
Mrs. Tyler wasn't always dressed up. There was that day she was wearing
a halter top and shorts. He mentioned that.
"But she had like a ton of makeup on," Debbie said. "Who puts on
makeup when you're in grunge stuff?"
And why bother? Jimmy asked himself. The common thread had been a
titillating and unnerving display of her chest. Who was going to look
at her face when her boobs were hanging half-way out?
"She's your mother," Jimmy fell back to a stock position. "I
don't know what makes her act weird."
"I just hope she's not looking for my new daddy," Debbie said.
"Huh?" Jimmy grunted.
"She said that once a long time ago," Debbie explained. "She was
going to find my new daddy. She started going out all the time, but
then she quit just when I got old enough to make good use of the time
she left me home alone."
"We could make real good use of that time now," Jimmy suggested.
Debbie just glared at him. He wasn't seeing how serious it was.
He wasn't making a connection in his yet to become sly mind either. He
felt fortunate it was happening and giving him the opportunity to nail
down the complete fantasy of a naked Mrs. Tyler.
"What can we do about it?" Jimmy asked. "At least you're old
enough to take care of yourself now. So what if she starts taking off?"
"You just want her gone so we can screw all the time," Debbie
accused, not without reason.
"Not all the time," Jimmy wheedled, "Just whenever we want to."
"But you always want to," Debbie pointed out.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jimmy pouted.
He had closed in on her while they talked and took advantage of
her pause to respond to fall on top of her.
"Not right here," Debbie argued.
They were in the farthest corner of the back porch. They weren't
on immediate view even if someone came out the door. It was safe enough
for Jimmy, but not Debbie.
"Behind the bushes," Jimmy panted.
They scrambled over the railing into the greater concealment.
Jimmy was pleased to find that Debbie was in an aggressive mood. She
held onto him hard when they kissed and couldn't stand his clumsy
work on her buttons. She helped pull off her blouse and reached back
to pop the clasp on her bra.
They were going so fast Jimmy knew she wanted to do it. There was
no holding back by either of them. A minute later and he might have
been inside her when Mrs. Tyler called. As it was, Debbie had to
quickly restore her top and hop on the porch.
Jimmy was trying to will his hard-on away when Debbie re-
appeared.
"Mom says you should stay for supper if it's all right with your
folks," Debbie told him.
She didn't seem very happy to bring that news.
"You want me to stay? Because you don't look like you want me
to stay," Jimmy asked.
"No, it isn't that," she said. "Mom's just dressed up again and
she looks kinda slutty. I hope she isn't going out like that."
Debbie had at once both understated her mother's clothes and
given Jimmy an impossibly inflated expectation of them. What he saw
was a sleeveless blouse with a smallish rounded collar worn over a
simple black skirt. It didn't look slutty at all.
It took a second look for him to see the darker marks where her
nipples pressed the fabric and notice the motion that told him her
breasts were unbound in the blouse.
It took all his willpower to keep his looks toward Debbie during
dinner. He couldn't help the occasional stare, one of which brought him
the realization that an illicit amount of curve could be glimpsed
through the armhole of the blouse when Mrs. Tyler sat the right way,
but he had to break these expeditions of his eyes so Debbie didn't
notice his fascination.
He succeeded to the point that Debbie showed no reluctance to
leave the table after they ate. While she was gone Jimmy only felt
constrained to keep Mrs. Tyler from noticing.
At that he was a complete failure. She had noticed every stolen
peek from the time he walked in. That did not mean that she didn't
continue the pretense that she was unaware of his stare.
She had dressed this way for him. That she had done consciously
with full awareness of her intent. The reasoning behind her desire to
cause his erection was a bit more murky. She did know it touched
something in her and she liked it being touched. She held out for no
more motive than that.
It felt wonderful to see the honest appreciation in Jimmy's eyes,
even if she pretended not to be looking. She felt even more exposed
than she was as she let him stare unchallenged.
They were wonderful real woman breasts. Jimmy had seen more or
less all of their curve and arc in her various outfits and now he was
reasonably sure they were brown nipples. He could assemble the parts
into more or less a whole. He felt the stirring in his pants at the
thought.
For the first time since he had first seen her, Jimmy wished
Debbie didn't walk in at that moment. He was not the only one
disappointed. Mrs. Tyler saw the flickering of her goal for a moment
before Debbie's return make it shrink away.
They both, separately, knew they should be grateful for Jimmy's
reaction, but they wished they had just a moment more. And both,
separately, weren't sure where this impulse was coming from.
"We're going to study now," Debbie said a bit sharply.
She might as well have said: we're going to have sex now. Both
Jimmy and her mother took it that way. Perhaps Violet hoped it would
be the oral or manual sex she recommended, but she didn't allow herself
to think about it long enough to decide.
In that sense, Debbie's proclamation served as a do-not-disturb
sign to her mother. On some level both she and Jimmy knew that.
"Are you just going to do it now with your mother downstairs?"
Jimmy asked when they were in Debbie's room.
"She's always downstairs. What's the problem?" Debbie asked.
"Nothing," Jimmy said. "It's just I usually have to make you
forget that before you're willing to do it. It's just different."
"Well, I feel different," Debbie said. "In fact, I think I want
to be on top this time."
It was okay with Jimmy. Debbie didn't usually because she said
it was too much trouble to climb up on top of him for the second and a
half it took him to get off. Jimmy knew she was exaggerating the time,
but had to admit it wasn't that long.
He thought perhaps he had impressed her with his stamina in
recent weeks. In fact, Debbie had heard from a girl that she could
make it good if she made Jimmy rub his cock against her clit for a long
time before she let him inside.
"Debbie- Debbie- you're going to make he shoot off before I get
it inside you," Jimmy warned her.
She wasn't sure that was a bad thing. She was rocking
aggressively on his cock. She could feel it. She was almost there. If
Jimmy came off- oh well. She couldn't stop on the brink.
"Debbie- I'm going to cum right away now," Jimmy said in a
pained voice as she lifted up to guide him inside.
"Go for it!" she urged, "Go ahead and shoot a real big load."
She remembered those specific words because they haunted her.
They had not needed a rubber for her to rub his cock against her clit.
She wasn't thinking when she sat down on his throbbing cock and urged
him to shoot.
The next weeks felt like fog-shrouded moors, always an unknown
looming in the distance. Debbie worried about telling her mother how
it happened if she was pregnant. Jimmy thought she'd know how it
happened and was searching for a good excuse, just in case.
Debbie was certainly moody enough to be pregnant. Reasonably,
Jimmy thought it was a great excuse to have lots of sex. She couldn't
get pregnant twice, after all. Debbie seemed to shrink away from even
the mention of being near his cock. It was like she could bribe the
gods by abstaining or pretending that it really didn't happen.
As a consequence, Jimmy found himself talking with Mrs. Tyler
more and more. Debbie seemed eager to abandon him in her mother's
company lest he ask her to admit he had a cock.
-----
Not immune to the troubled vibrations, Violet Tyler felt forced to
discover the cause. It meant disturbing already troubled feelings she
didn't understand, but she sensed there was something important to
find out.
She deluded herself into thinking she was adult enough to bury
whatever made her mind cloud when she was with Jimmy. Not being able
to even consider the true source of her confusion, she didn't realize
that being an adult was at the core of the problem.
She was a grown woman with grown needs that had not been truly
satisfied in 10 years. There had been men since, but the relief was
small if at all from those brief encounters. But she couldn't consider
those kinds of feelings might provoke the strangeness she felt when
alone with Jimmy.
She couldn't think those things and she wouldn't if she could.
It would be so wrong and sick. It was so wrong and sick.
She found herself acting coy around Jimmy. She was being
seductive. She didn't have to understand her reasons to see what she
was doing. She didn't have to sort out her motives when she was an
eyewitness to her actions.
Jimmy saved her for a time. He attributed her coquettish behavior
to his own fevered imagination. Almost nothing she could do would
make him believe he wasn't making it all up in his head.
That did not extend to taking off her clothes.
"Oh Jimmy, if you want to see so badly... here," Mrs. Tyler said
as she caught him staring at her breasts- again.
She was wearing a blouse that came off her shoulders and she
pulled the neckline down until her chest was on display. It was a
reaction driven by frustration and she made it without thinking beyond
the reaction she hoped to elicit. As soon as she did it, she felt
ice water run down her spine. She had stepped into the abyss. She had
finally gone to the extreme. And there was no return.
That there was a return- a quick cover-up and perhaps a stern
scolding for staring- was not in her mind. The urges she had refused to
identify and therefore worked without ceasing in the shadows had
blotted out that possibility. No way back- her lust assured her she
had to go on.
She tried to make the best of it.
"Do they look like you thought they would?" she asked Jimmy.
"Oh god, Mrs. Tyler," Jimmy gasped. "They're great."
"Would you like to touch them?" she moved them forward onto the
tracks of the hell-bound sin express.
"Wow! Mrs. Tyler, I've been so hot for you since the day I caught
you washing your clothes naked," Jimmy's confession rolled out of his
mouth. "You're great."
Violet felt a tingle that relieved some of her apprehension. He
had seen? That was so naughty. She wanted him even more. She was
willing to be deaf to a louder level of screaming from her common
sense. He had seen? Then it wasn't so shocking if he saw again.
"Then you owe me," she said and smiled to herself at Jimmy's
frightened reaction, "You've seen me naked and I've never seen you."
"You want me to.. you want me to take off my pants?" Jimmy
gulped.
"I want you to take off everything," she amended.
It was his erection that most interested her. That was the dirty
little devil she felt she could blame most for her situation. Jimmy's
hard-on loomed largest in her memories of their sex-charged
conversations. It stood as a symbol of the disturbing feeling it set
off in her body and mind.
Watching Jimmy shed his shirt was like a stripper building the
anticipation for her. He was going to reveal that igniter of her dreams.
She would finally be in the unprotected presence of the phallus
that had disturbed her normality.
Jimmy was in no way extraordinary. His cock was a firm, hungry
boy cock. For Violet, however, his hard-on emerged surrounded by
light and to the music of tortured violins. To her it was the prod of
passion, the erection of ecstasy. Her conflict of feelings made her
light-headed as it came into view.
"Oh my, I guess I better catch up," she said to cover her
momentary swoon.
It was easier to move, to do something as strange feelings
wrestled in the pit of her stomach. Her hands worked the closures on
her clothes and drew them off to fight off the doubt.
She found support in Jimmy's amazed stare. His eyes told her she
was a goddess being revealed. His appreciation was comfort in the chaos
roiling inside her.
"Jesus! Mrs. Tyler, you're beautiful!" Jimmy said with genuine
worship.
"Thank you, Jimmy," she said automatically, "Does that mean you'd
like to touch me some more?"
At 17, Jimmy was already taller than Violet. That helped to make
it seem less like she was surrendering to a child. She pulled him to
herself when he stepped forward and let her hands trail down his back
to his buttocks.
"You can touch me too," she whispered in his ear.
His hands were eager, a bit rough as he grabbed at her. She felt
that as his need and it encouraged her to reach between them to
fondle the cock that had taken over her dreams. Jimmy followed suit
with his own hand, only this touch was much more knowing.
Violet couldn't remember being caressed that way, with such
gentleness, yet such effect. All other concerns were dimming as she
found real arousal in the skilled movements of Jimmy's fingers.
She was the aggressor when they kissed, but Jimmy held his own
where his fingers slipped through the lips of her pussy. She stroked up
and down on his cock in return. There was no comparison. She stroked
firmly but carefully up and down his hard-on to bank the fires of his
passion. His fingers nudged, penetrated, parted, rubbed and shook her
like finger-fucking had been his only purpose since he was born.
She felt it in her scalp. Any hidden thought of stopping before
it was too late was slaughtered. Her strange attraction to Jimmy had
proven to be a very perceptive judgment of the pleasure he could give
her. Her crazy urge was now a burning between her legs and an
embarrassing flood of secretions at his touch. She squeezed harder on
the cock in her hand. That could only bring her greater joy.
She wanted it in her mouth, but more, she wanted it where Jimmy's
fingers were making obscene wet sounds sluicing through her dripping
pussy. She had given in so much, no greater torment could await her
for completing her infamous surrender.
There was a more primal call from between her legs. Long denied
urges were breaking through the crust of disuse. She needed a cock.
Jimmy might not be a good choice, but she no longer thought about
choice. She needed a cock. There was a cock in her hand. She didn't
need more information. Desire and desired were together. That was all
she needed in her world.
It no longer was about anything for Violet. Her need to fabricate
a reason had faded as she gave in to her urges. It was basic beneath
thought. She turned away from Jimmy and lifted one foot onto a chair.
Then she bent forward and grabbed the edge of the table.
Jimmy didn't need a reason, only a conviction that this moment
was worth any consequence that could come after. It was the pussy that
started his madness, only with Mrs. Tyler's lifted leg raising her
buttock and opening the glistening gates for him. Nothing that could
happen could be worse than missing his chance to put his cock in that
beautiful pussy and screw it good.
"Please, Jimmy, you can see that I want it."
Violet's breathy plea was more a call to action than a
persuasion. Jimmy had made up his mind. It only jarred him into action.
It was marvelous, wonderful pussy. It was his girlfriend's
mother's pussy. It was Mrs. Tyler's pussy. Jimmy felt the impact of the
moment sparkle through his body. He was putting it to this hot older
woman.
"Yes. Give me that cock! Fuck me with that cock!"
If Violet hadn't been busy, she might have wept for the lost
years forgoing this pleasure. The familiar but almost forgotten feel
of a cock filling her made her cry out for more. She had a sense of a
great debt she owed herself and her only thought was to have Jimmy
make as many payments as she could urge out of him.
"Yes. There! Like that, like that!"
Violet quickly found out Jimmy was a free but small spender as
she felt him erupt inside her. He had put down pennies on a million
dollar debt.
"Give me that cock!" she cried, "Fuck me with that cock! Give it
to me! Fuck my pussy! Come on! Fuck my pussy!"
It felt like her insides were stroking him with some watery, kelp
like swirl as he fucked her. She was rocking her hips back, not letting
him stop plunging into her. Jimmy felt obligated to keep it up as long
as he could.
He pumped his cock into her and she responded with a spew of the
most affecting encouragements.
"I need to feel that! I need you to give me your cock! Fuck my
pussy with your cock. Give me that cock! Oh yeah! Fuck me!"
Violet squeezed down as her hips moved. She was not letting this
one escape without giving her what she missed. There was still
stiffness and she would not give up hope. Her idea was one idea. She
moved to ram herself on Jimmy's cock and she voiced that idea.
"Fuck my pussy! Give me your cock! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck
me good! Come on! Fuck me good!"
Jimmy was somewhere past will on his way to obedience. Mrs. Tyler
made it seem so important and sounded so grateful that he had to fuck
her. She wanted it. There was a longing in her instructions that
resonated with Jimmy as well as the feeling he was having such an
impact on a mature woman.
Violet blessed his 17-year-old cock as she felt it grow again.
If he could only last a little longer this time... She felt very ready.
There was only a short jog to the peak and then the luscious fall into
the fuzzy wonderland.
"Look at me, Jimmy," she said with some fierceness as she turned
her head to look over her shoulder.
When their eyes met she held his and dug to the root of her need.
"Look at me, Jimmy," she said, "Watch me cum on your cock. Look
at my face. Look what your cock is doing to me."
Jimmy was frozen in an emotion akin to fright as he met the
intensity of hunger in her eyes. His hips worked normally, driving his
revived cock into Mrs. Tyler's pussy. He felt owned, compelled to
thrust wildly to satisfy this intense craving he saw in her eyes.
"Ohhhhhh Yes! Watch me! Look into my eyes while I cum on your
cock! Look now!"
It felt as if she had bashed down the door where the orgasms were
kept. She had forced herself to the pinnacle and commanded this strange
instrument of her satisfaction to drive her to the climax. It took her
as an almost physical blow. It forced itself through her body like
Jimmy's cock was still pounding into her pussy.
It was almost brutal in its intensity and couldn't have been
more needed or desired by Violet. There was a flash of every memorable
orgasm of her life in it and still it seemed to open on a deeper hunger
to never let this part of her die again.
To say Jimmy didn't realize the white stuff was shooting out the
end of his dick would be an outright lie. But in that moment, even the
most significant event he had ever known passed below the emotional
swirl of watching Mrs. Tyler dissolve into an orgasm- one he had caused
all by himself with his cock and not his mouth.
In some sense it made it more significant, though it is hard to
say if he would have felt that deeply if he hadn't been cumming
himself.
"Oh my god, Mrs. Tyler! Did you really, you know, do it?" Jimmy
asked in awe, still pressing firmly against her rear.
"You mean did I cum?" Violet asked and then answered, "Yes, I
did. I wouldn't fake that with you. It was very... reminiscent."
It was also very much her daughter's boyfriend she had just
fucked. The harpy inside her had been screaming that non-stop. It took
a quiet moment for those shouts to be heard over the din of lust, but
then they were immediate and unceasing.
"You know Jimmy, this is probably not a good thing," she caved
to the inner harpy.
"It was real good for me," Jimmy said, "You want me to eat your
pussy so you like it more?"
"No, I mean that Debbie is my daughter," Violet said, "I don't
think she wants you to fuck her mother. It's really strange because
as her mother, I wouldn't want her to have a boyfriend that had sex
with other women when he was with her."
"Oh yeah," Jimmy said, realizing what she meant.
He had never put it out of his mind, only out of his actions.
It probably was wrong- but worth it. He hoped Mrs. Tyler was pointing
toward a solution. He liked fucking her. Debbie was great and all, but
there was no question Mrs. Tyler was better. Once was not enough for him.
"I know it wasn't your fault. It kind of happened, to both of
us," she said, looking for where she had discarded her dress, "But it
isn't right for a lot of reasons. We have to try and not let it happen
again."
Whoa! That was the wrong direction. Jimmy wanted a plan where he
could have both Tylers. It wasn't really the same as cheating because
it was all in the family and... But he couldn't figure out how Debbie
and Mrs. Tyler being related became an excuse to bone them both.
"But I liked what happened," Jimmy went with blurting out what
he felt, "You're the best, Mrs. T, and I think I'm, like, addicted to
you already. I don't want to not fuck you again. I don't think I could
stand not fucking you again."
She didn't want him to not fuck her either. They were in
agreement on that. It was only the other part of her brain, the
responsible side, that she was fighting and at the moment that other
half was exerting its authority over her like she had over Jimmy.
"Well, it was very... enjoyable," Violet slipped in before she
was forced to be the grown up. "But we shouldn't have. It only makes it
that much harder to stop now. But we must. We can't have an affair
behind Debbie's back. It's wrong."
"You can't say you want to stop like this," Jimmy protested. "You
just can't. "Maybe it is wrong somehow, but we've already done it once.
If it's wrong, then it's already wrong. Stopping isn't right either."
Jimmy felt it. He wasn't sure what he was saying, yet something
very true was coming out of his mouth. He even had Mrs. Tyler's attention.
"Wasn't it good for you? You liked it, didn't you? It was the
greatest for me. We did it for a reason," Jimmy stumbled on. "I don't
think either of us thought it could happen, so there must be a reason.
We can't stop if there's a reason. We have to find out why at least."
Violet was weakening. Part of her was calculating how much longer
it would be before Jimmy could fuck her again. She didn't have the
resolve to drag out the argument.
"Well, we shouldn't," she said firmly and added less firmly, "But
we'll talk about it later. Now get dressed."
Part of her was disappointed that Jimmy didn't argue. If he had
started at that moment, he might have been able to screw her again
before she chased him away. The rest of Violet was shaken by the
predicament she found herself in.
-----
Debbie was recovering slowly from the scare. They had lucked out.
That should be the only warning they needed to be more careful.
Unfortunately, from her point of view, Jimmy wasn't suffering enough
over the incident.
She could only be miffed by that fact. None of her other efforts
had seemed to have any effect on Jimmy. He had taken her rejection of
his advances too easily.
If he had stopped hanging around, she would suspect he'd been
cheating on her, but he'd been there. She and her mother were the only
ones there. She had to conclude Jimmy could go without sex.
That was not a comforting thought. While it was her dream that
Jimmy loved her so deeply that he would never leave for any reason,
lack of sex included, it diminished her feeling of control. What else
did she have to keep him in line? If a grip on his cock was not a
lock on his will and his soul, how would she get her own way?
She had to stop this dangerous sulking. Jimmy needed to be
reminded how much he missed sex. His need needed to be re-charged.
Debbie needed to re-establish why Jimmy needed to listen to her. She
had to quit pouting and give Jimmy something that would blow his mind.
They had pretty much done it all. She gave him blow-jobs all the
time and she'd swallow and everything if he didn't choke her with a
premature explosion. They fucked all over the place and in every
position either of them could think of.
That made it hard to think of something special. It kind of left
that thing you know about but never bring up. She could let him go in
the back door.
It was a dangerous step. The myths tended to gather at the two
extremes of opinion. It hurt, it always hurt and it just hurt. It
didn't have to hurt at all. Even boys didn't really like it, they just
did it to dominate girls. It was the greatest feeling of all.
Debbie's personal opinion was in the hurts- boys don't like it
camp, but she couldn't think of anything else. Well, maybe dressing up
in latex or bondage or spanking, but all those things sounded like
they would end up being worse trouble and she was sure she wouldn't
like them.
Anyway, she felt like she needed to get back his attention. She
might feel a little guilty about being moody, but in any case she felt
the need to be extra special nice to Jimmy.
"You want to try something new?" she asked seductively when she
had Jimmy corralled in her room.
"I want to do anything," Jimmy told her. "You're the one that
hasn't wanted me around."
"And I wanted to do something special if you're not too pissy
to appreciate it," Debbie's tone hardened.
"Sure," Jimmy said, back in his right mind and mindful of the
stakes.
"I thought we could try the other way," she smiled.
Jimmy's face showed his confusion.
"You know, the way less traveled," Debbie said. "The alternate
entrance, the back door, the other side..."
Jimmy wasn't that stupid. Whatever she was trying to say, he
wasn't going to guess wrong and catch hell. He wasn't going to guess
at all.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," Debbie finally huffed.
"Really?" Jimmy asked, "Are you sure? Doesn't that hurt or
something?"
"I hope not," Debbie said with real concern and then put on a
show of spunk. "But we won't know until we try, will we?"
Debbie had decided to hedge her bets. All the girls that said it
was great and didn't hurt also said it was no big deal. Soap was nice,
spit was okay, but you didn't have to make it a production. The girls
that said it hurt and was stupid recommended lube and more lube.
She was going to believe it didn't hurt and was no big deal, but
make sure plenty of lube was involved. She gave Jimmy the job of
greasing her asshole and made sure his cock was heavily coated herself.
She had high hopes. Jimmy's finger felt weird, but not nasty as
it squirmed on a slickness of lube in her butt. She'd have to get used
to the feeling, but it wasn't all bad. She could see how it might be
nice.
"You want to do it now?" she asked Jimmy.
"How do we do it?" he asked.
"I guess you get behind me and put it in," Debbie said.
They had been laying head to foot as Jimmy fingered her butt and
she coated his cock with lube. As he got up, Debbie squirmed back with
him toward the bottom of the bed. She ended up half hanging off the
end.
It was a little low, but Jimmy saw the target glistening up at
him. He'd heard this was the greatest. He was a bit concerned about
the kind of guys he'd heard it from. They were just the kind to like
doing things girls didn't like.
He promised himself he'd go easy. For one, any future attempts
rode on this one. And he didn't want to hurt Debbie. Unless it was
really, really good and she didn't mind that much.
It was hard to keep his cock in place on the slippery surface of
her anus. He had to guide his cock down his finger to keep it from
slipping off in the direction of her pussy. Then Debbie yipped.
"Be careful now," she said, her voice riding up octaves.
He pushed and it felt like a ring of snakes squirming around his
cock. They moved, but there always seemed to be resistance to pressing
his cock into her ass.
"It's so big!" Debbie's voice was quavering.
Jimmy felt himself move forward. His persistence had overcome the
resistance and his cock began to slip into Debbie's ass. She moaned.
Then his foot slipped and his cock rammed in.
"No!" Debbie screamed. "Take it out! Take it out!"
"My foot slipped," Jimmy tried to explain, "I didn't do that on
purpose."
It made no difference. Debbie had followed her scream with a drop
to the floor. She was now sitting on her offended asshole and not about
to move. She was re-thinking her idea.
"Okay," she said a bit more calmly, "We can try it again, maybe,
but not right now. We'll do something else."
"But I'll be more careful. It was an accident," Jimmy pleaded.
It was an accident, but that didn't lessen the feeling. Jimmy
didn't know his dick could be squeezed so tightly and not hurt. It felt
like her asshole should be making him scream, but it was an incredible
pleasure being crushing in her tight orifice. He didn't want to give it
up after an interrupted trial.
"No. I'm too scared," Debbie said. "We can try it again- later."
Debbie knew she had to take charge. If she hadn't smeared his
cock full of K-Y, she would have started sucking it. She had to get
Jimmy off the subject. She grabbed his cock and dragged him to the
bathroom.
"We'll wash this stuff off and then I'll give you the best
blow-job you've ever had," Debbie promised as she washed his cock off
in the sink.
Lubing his cock had felt great. His part of a second in her ass
was heavenly. Now she was rubbing his cock under a stream of warm
water. Jimmy could only take so much.
"Debbie! I'm going to..." Jimmy panted.
She knew what he was going to... She pulled his cock up and dove
on it. She was there for the first spurt, but it meant the water was
running through her hair. Mouth and cock together moved back so she
could bob on his shooting cock.
She was reckless and adamant. She had to make something very
good. Even so, she felt her grand plans disintegrate.
"That was great, Debbie," Jimmy said, seeing her disappointed
look.
"Good," she said with an edge. "I wanted it to be special."
It was one of those silent times. They were frequent when the
pair first started having sex.
Debbie fought with her desire to blame Jimmy's hair trigger like
she had done in the early part of their relationship when he came in
six strokes. She was washing his dick, for chrissakes.
Jimmy felt embarrassed he couldn't control himself. It wasn't
particularly painful since it had been good for him, but he did feel
like he had let Debbie down.
"You want me to go down on you?" Jimmy put forth the solution
that had worked before.
"No, it was supposed to be special for you," Debbie said,
stopping there to keep from blaming him for ruining her plan.
"I just need some time alone," she said, wincing as the words
came out.
It was the exactly wrong thing to say. She was trying to make
Jimmy forget the time she needed alone. Somehow she was saying just the
wrong things.
"It okay if I hang around downstairs?" Jimmy asked.
Debbie nodded. If she could think herself out of this one, at
least he'd be available. It wasn't all his fault. She was feeling bad
enough for wimping out of the anal sex.
Violet was trapped. Jimmy was a disturbing presence given their
unresolved relations. Jimmy was also manifestly moping. She didn't
want her heart to go out to him because she was afraid her loins would
follow, but she couldn't help it. Both the sensible mother and the
derelict wanton felt sorry for him.
"You and Debbie have a fight?" she jumped to the obvious
conclusion.
"No, she just needs time to be alone," Jimmy said.
"That sounds like a fight to me," she said.
Jimmy wanted to explain it, but he didn't dare. Mrs. Tyler could
probably make sense of it, but he couldn't talk to her about having sex
with Debbie. He didn't want her to think they were fighting either.
"There would have been if I stayed," he admitted, "But we don't
do that now. We take time out to think."
"That's very mature of you," Violet said, relaxing a little. "I
think that's a great idea."
"Yeah," Jimmy said dejectedly and dropped on the couch.
Mrs. Tyler felt the tension return. He was planted there. She
had to restrain herself longer than it would take him to get to the
door. The uncomfortable event injected her with jabber serum.
"So what do you have to think about?" she asked Jimmy.
"I kind of ruined her plans," Jimmy said after a moment to sift
a bland fact out of the situation.
"What was she planning?" Violet felt driven to ask.
"You know, stuff," Jimmy said with an unconvincing evasion.
She knew what he meant. She knew exactly what he meant and
neither one of them should ever admit it. He and Debbie were having sex
problems. She felt the flush begin to rise in her body. She couldn't
think things like that with Jimmy there.
"Well, if you want to discuss it, I'm here," she said vaguely,
losing interest in being a chatterbox.
"I can't tell you, but I wish I could," Jimmy said. "I know you'd
know what to do to fix it."
"I might not be as smart as you think I am," Violet tried to
duck under Jimmy's confidence.
She didn't want to have this conversation. She didn't want to be
there. Already she was having bad reactions to the boy on the couch.
She wanted to have sex. He was a sure thing. He was the wrong thing.
She didn't want to referee the fight in her head.
"Well, I can't tell you," Jimmy decided. "Even if you know, I
can't say it."
Fight the good fight, Violet urged Jimmy silently. Maintain
silence. Don't drag me into this.
"But there is something I've been wondering," Jimmy hit upon the
perfect ploy- at least perfect in his mind.
Violet knew it. She was going to have too much information. On
the good side, the specter of that dampened her growing itch for Jimmy.
But she was going to pay for that by knowing too much about her
daughter's sex life.
"Some guys talk about doing it the other way," Jimmy said.
Violet was puzzled. Other way?
Jimmy knew this one. He took the direct approach.
"Putting it in a girl's butt," he said bluntly to save time.
Violet felt dizzy. She had hoped Debbie and Jimmy only had sex
once or twice and did other things mostly. Anal sex? She had allowed
it once in her life. Her baby was taking a cock in her ass? What other
unspeakable things must they be doing if they were doing that?
"They say it doesn't hurt, but I don't see how it couldn't,"
Jimmy went on. "Is it really an okay thing to do?"
Violet wanted to tell him he had no reason to know and that he
should take up a hobby- building models for instance, but she knew that
wasn't realistic. If she didn't provide guidance, Jimmy would listen
to peers who knew as little as he did.
"I don't know, Jimmy, but people do it," she volunteered.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Jimmy asked.
Maybe Jimmy was bi-sexual. His concern sounded genuine enough to
be self-directed. That was somehow more comforting than thinking of her
daughter with a cock in her ass.
"I suppose it's different for everyone," she said. "Most sex
practices are like that. I suppose you have to like it first."
"Have you... ever..." Jimmy's voice failed him.
He'd fucked her, but she was still Debbie's mother. They had
shared complete intimacy, but he didn't feel right questioning her.
"You mean done that?" Violet asked quietly.
It was a dead end. It was a direct question. She had to tell him
the truth or pull away. For all her misgivings, she knew the right
thing was the truth.
"I did it once," she admitted.
She felt strangely unaffected by the words. She'd said it. It
didn't stop time or even shake her up. She felt a bit triumphant
at being honest.
"So you didn't like it?" Jimmy drew his own conclusion.
"It wasn't pleasant, but... I don't know," Violet reached the
end of the honest rope. "I don't think we should be talking about
this."
"Yeah- you're right," Jimmy said with a shrug. "We have to work
it out for ourselves."
Little pins of danger stuck Violet all over. This was not
something she wanted to leave to children. She was the adult. She had
to find a way to stop Jimmy from trying it without telling him dirty
stories about herself.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about 'manual stimulation'?"
she asked.
Jimmy looked up and smiled at her reference. It was a wan smile
but Violet felt she had moved him in the right direction. Apart from
the other issues, she hated to see him look so depressed.
"I shouldn't have said anything. We have to work it out," Jimmy
said. "I shouldn't have gotten you involved."
Oh sure, now you figure that out, Violet thought. Like I can
forget what you said. Violet knew what she had to do. If she was honest
with herself, she didn't hate the idea entirely. She saw mostly large
clouds of doom and peril, but there was a small, nasty voice inside her
that held out hope that she might enjoy herself.
"I don't know what you think of me, Jimmy, but I want you to
know I've thought about this a lot," Mrs. Tyler had a big speech
to cover her confusion.
So far Jimmy had heard, blah, blah, blah. Grownups always said
a lot of stuff that didn't count before they said what they meant.
"What is it, Mrs. Tyler?" he asked.
"What has happened between us is very troubling," she said. "I
don't understand it myself. But it has and that's a fact."
Her words were the same words, but Jimmy didn't think she was
going to say they could never do it again. It didn't feel like she was
going to say that. It felt like she was starting that way to tell
him something worse.
"I should tell you we can't be together, but that doesn't seem
to work," she said.
"I'm not blaming you," she reacted to a concern Jimmy didn't
have, "It's my fault too. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I
can't seem to resist you."
"Maybe we're supposed to be together," Jimmy offered as a guess.
"Well, if we are, then I've decided I might as well be a good
influence on you," she said.
That didn't sound healthy to Jimmy. Truthfully, he was more
worried about Debbie than Mrs. Tyler. Mrs. Tyler was hot and all but
she was an old woman and he'd had her.
That didn't mean that he wouldn't fuck her in a perfect world,
but at the moment his world wasn't perfect. Debbie was acting funny
and he didn't want to lose her. Debbie was someone to take on dates
and dream about the future with. Mrs. Tyler might be a better fuck,
but Debbie was his girl.
"A good influence?"
Violet was hoping for some response along those lines, but
Jimmy just looked at her, mouth open slightly. It had taken all her
courage to start this monologue. She was having trouble finding the
courage to say what she meant.
"I want to help you with your problem with Debbie," she said.
Jimmy looked up. He was amazed again that old people could know
these things. He didn't have a lot of faith in her help, but he was
surprised she knew he needed it.
"How can you do that?" he asked.
Violet was hoping for some help here. It was totally obvious to
her what the problem was and she wished Jimmy would at least be the one
to bring it up. She took a deep breath.
"I'm willing to teach you about anal sex," she said.
Jimmy's shocked look soothed Violet a little. If he wasn't going
to help her bring up the subject, at least he could look like her offer
overwhelmed him.
Jimmy was just shocked. He'd gone more than 17 years without
anyone wanting his dick in their ass and now he'd had the same offer
twice in a day. It didn't have anything to do with Debbie that he
could see, but he wasn't going to say that.
"It's possible to hurt someone if you don't know what to do, and
I don't want either of you hurt," Violet rationalized. "Not that you
should need to know things like this. I'm not saying I like it. I
think you know I think you shouldn't be doing anything like this. But,
well..."
Her overcharged rush of explanation ran down. Jimmy's mouth
closed a little but he still stared. Okay, he thought, it had felt
pretty good for the split second he'd done it. Anyway, he felt a bit
trapped. He couldn't really turn Mrs. Tyler down.
He never thought there would be a time when he felt like that.
He was learning the difference between fantasy and reality. In real
life women never did what you wanted. It was like they had their own
plans. That sucked.
"I was hoping you'd be a little more grateful," Mrs. Tyler said
when Jimmy still didn't respond.
"Oh well..., ah, I don't know what to say," Jimmy sputtered. "I
guess it's good to know stuff like that. Maybe you can show me what we
did wrong, but I don't think Debbie will ever want to try it again."
This was going as well for Violet as it was for Jimmy. Her
decision to lead Jimmy down perverted paths owed a lot to thinking
that he and Debbie were engaging in anal sex regularly. How much was
concern and how much was competition with her daughter, she didn't
want to know.
She wanted to take it back, but she felt trapped. She was the one
to bring it up. What would Jimmy think if she took it back? The worst
thing she could think of was that he might not care.
"We can't do anything here," Violet finally spoke. "We'll have to
go downstairs."
Downstairs was a good starting place for both of them. It still
had the ancient furniture from when the Tylers were starting out and
didn't have central air and spent summer in the basement to keep cool.
It was also where Jimmy had first made out with Debbie, got to second
base and where she told him she would have sex with him- eventually.
It even had a bathroom where Violet could commandeer the necessary
lubricants for her upcoming ordeal. She might have a hope that it was
going to be miraculously exciting and shockingly pain-free, but her,
albeit limited, experience told her it was going to hurt and be at best
an annoyance.
She had only survived her first time because she had been so much
in love and pretty much pinned in position. Being in love stopped her
from screaming out for him to stop and having nowhere to go stopped
her from evading his intruder.
"You're all ready to go, aren't you?" she asked as she looked
down at the bulge in Jimmy's pants.
"You know I can't help it, Mrs. Tyler," Jimmy pouted.
"I just meant that we should get right to it," Mrs. Tyler said,
wishing she was wearing a skirt.
She felt strange taking off her slacks in the basement. This was
not a naked area and the only times she had taken off her clothes in
the basement had been when she was first married and going to have
spontaneous sex. The sex part was right, but she felt particularly
naked without her pants on.
"You have to take off your pants too," she told Jimmy, who had
just watched as she got naked from the waist down.
It was worse when he gave her time to think. She wasn't just
vulnerably naked with no conceivable excuse for it. She was naked so
Jimmy could put his cock up her rear. And she wanted to stop thinking
before she thought of Jimmy putting his cock up Debbie's rear.
"Now I have to get you all slippery," she said advancing with a
finger full of goo.
"Just like that?" Jimmy squawked. "Don't we have to do anything
first?"
"It is important that you have a full, very firm erection, but I
see that's taken care of," she said, she hoped, lightly. "I'll talk you
through the other stuff."
Even Violet's subconscious was having a pissing contest. She
hadn't consciously decided to only uncover her ass as a sign it was a
lesson and not really sex, but it was her deeper motive. Then she bent
forward to have Jimmy grease her asshole and the whole thing twisted.
She had uncovered the important part because who would bother
with the rest? She was butt-up like a convenience hole and going to
have Jimmy fuck her because that was her place.
It sounded so demeaning- ass-whore, quick-fuck, easy score- but
the nastier she felt, the more excited she became. She was. She was
bent over, butt up, encouraging Jimmy to put two fingers in her ass.
Then he was going to ass fuck her and she was going to tell him it was
good.
"Okay, Jimmy, let's start with your penis now," she said as the
nasty excitement hit its peak. "Just put it in place and I'll push
back on it."
Can you be any more subservient? her harpy squealed. You're
raping this poor child!
By this time that voice only sounded like encouragement. Violet
was such a bad girl. Violet was so bad she was going to cum.
Her excitement slammed a hard wall of reality. Jimmy's cock felt
huge as she pushed back. She felt herself open for him at the first
push back, but then realized she had managed only the barest part of
the tip of his cock before it didn't open any more.
She was a bad, nasty, dirty girl and now she was going to pay for
it. Quitting was not on option. She had to do this. She pushed and felt
the pull and the strain, but no cock popping inside her.
"You have to push too," Mrs. Tyler told Jimmy, trying to keep
her tone level.
She just didn't have the guts to find out how much it was going
to hurt by herself. Every time she pushed, her asshole told her that
Jimmy's dick was going to keep getting thicker forever. She couldn't
gather the resolve to push back hard enough.
"But only as hard as you have to!" she was a bit shriller as she
felt Jimmy lean into her.
When the head did pop in, she was so surprised that her shriek
of pain became a sharp grunt from deep in her chest.
"Are you okay?" Jimmy asked immediately.
"Don't move!" she gasped.
She felt Jimmy pulling back. She couldn't take that. It had been
bad enough going in the first time. She didn't want to repeat the
process.
"Just take it easy and let it slide in by itself," she said.
"Did it hurt?" he asked.
Why yes, Jimmy, thanks for asking. You just jammed something
three times the size of what normally comes out of there up there.
It hurt. And it isn't feeling real good right now.
"Just at first," she edited. "I'm sure the worst part is over."
That was her prayer at least. Given her other experience, she
thought it could be true. Just at the end, the other time, she felt
like everything was okay. If her first lover hadn't insisted on
jamming away at her right off 'because I can't last long', she
suspected she might have adjusted sooner- or at least been adjusted
for longer.
For sure it was going to seem like forever. It had already been
an age and Jimmy was barely past the head. (She thought.)
In fact, Jimmy had gone deeper than she knew when his cock
breached the guardian of her sphincter. Now he was halfway up her ass
and in no hurry. He'd had the same crushing, sucked down a drain
feeling as in Debbie's ass when he penetrated Mrs. Tyler, but it only
lasted a half second and then there was something else.
It was hot and cramped in there. And nowhere was more cramped
than the part right around her asshole. As he slipped deeper into
Mrs. Tyler's ass, he wished her whole ass was asshole. He loved the
feel of it squeezing down on new parts of his cock, but he missed it
grabbing the parts that had passed by.
"How far are you now?" Mrs. Tyler asked in a strained voice.
Her answer came a few seconds later when Jimmy's belly brushed
her buttocks. It was almost a rush of relief to feel that. She knew she
felt like she couldn't take any more almost from the start, but it was
a relief to know he was all the way in. At least as much relief as she
could feel with her ass stuffed full of Jimmy's cock.
"Does it feel good like that?" she asked.
"Ohhh, yes, it's great," Jimmy half moaned, half sighed.
Being up her asshole was something else when he pushed against
her ass. For sure the best place to feel her asshole grab him was
right at the base of his cock. Then there was the feeling of her butt
up tight against him and his cock all the way up inside her so fucking
deep.
That wasn't why she asked. She wanted Jimmy to stay where he was.
It was reasonable to assume that it would be no worse, in fact, better,
as bad, better, as bad if he fucked her, but she wasn't ready for that
step. There was something jammed in her ass. She needed to take a
couple of deep breaths.
"Then you let me do it again," she suggested.
She moved her ass around and Jimmy was happy to let her take
over. It was great. His cock felt so good up her ass and he was just
beginning to think that it was Mrs. Tyler and that he had his cock up
Mrs. Tyler's ass.
But even the cold shiver when that realization hit him didn't
threaten to make him shoot off. Jimmy didn't understand it, but Jimmy
wasn't exactly devoured by the question either. He was happily baking
in the heat of her bowels as his girlfriend's mother worked her ass
on his cock.
It became easier. It became easy. Violet felt a new batch of
sensations in her ass. Oh yes, she was full up. Jimmy was deep in her
ass. And now her anus wanted more stimulation. It was no longer
stressed by his girth. It felt like an itch she knew how to scratch.
"Mrs. Tyler! That's so good!" Jimmy announced as she began to
fuck herself on his cock.
"Shhhhh!" she shushed his loud reaction.
She didn't need the distraction. She wanted to feel his cock
pound, drive, surge, build a rhythm. She felt an elusive satisfaction
awaited the right speed, the right depth, something. It was
tantalizing. It was like a faded image of fucking.
"Help me now," she gasped to Jimmy. "Fuck back like I'm fucking
you."
She needed something more. It felt so very like, yet it was not
bringing her to a crest. She became downright ferocious pushing back
as Jimmy drove into her. She needed more.
She was almost surprised by her own touch. It was as if her hand
understood better than she did. It made perfect sense from the first
touch of her fingers on her slit. There was the more. She only had to
touch herself and...
The amazing, incredible Jimmy was trying to keep up. Debbie never
let him fuck this hard or fast. Mrs. Tyler was pushing him to his own
physical limit. He was fucking that ass, fucking that ass hard. He was
butt-fucking Mrs. Tyler with a wild commotion that he couldn't fully
absorb in the moment.
And then she moaned. Her ass shook. Her anus fluttered.
"Yes, Jimmy! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she begged. "Cum in my ass.
Cum for me Jimmy!"
It was like his cock remembered its purpose. For an oddly long
time it had pounded her hot channel without going off. Mrs. Tyler
bucking under him and begging him to cum was like a wake-up call. Cum
poured into her ass as he tried to fuck out the last few spastic
thrusts into her butt.
He didn't know what to say. Every question made him think of a
million more. He just fucked Mrs. Tyler in the ass. That would do
for the present.
Violet was a bit more disturbed. She was even more of a slut than
she had called herself before. She wasn't ass-hungry and going to beg
on street corners for men to fuck her ass, but it hadn't been so bad.
She could point to the pain at first and honestly say a lot of it was
not fun, but she couldn't honestly say she hated it.
Without that first part, she was afraid she would have to say
she loved it. Her orgasm had been as intense as any and it was a
naughty thrill to do something so dirty. It didn't fit in her picture
of herself.
Then again, she refuted herself as she dressed, fucking her
daughter's boyfriend wasn't in that picture either.
Debbie was in the kitchen when they walked in.
"Where have you two been?" she asked.
It wasn't a shrill question. It still needed a good answer. Mrs.
Tyler found one waiting.
"If your boyfriend is going to hang around like he lives here, I
thought he might as well do some chores," she said.
Debbie found that typical. She could see her mother getting
aggravated with Jimmy doing nothing. It was just like her to make him
do something. That wasn't her concern anyway.
"Well, you can go home now," she told Jimmy. "Those things we
were thinking about... Well, I'm going to have to think longer."
Jimmy just nodded. Debbie sounded a little guilty herself. He
figured she felt bad and that was good. It meant it would be okay
again and they'd go on like nothing happened.
He was also glad to escape before something bad did happen.
-----
"Are you sure? Because I really meant for it to happen before,"
Debbie questioned Jimmy as they sat on her bed.
It was that rare afternoon when Mom was gone. Debbie felt it was
the right time to bring it up again.
"You don't have to. I like doing what we usually do," Jimmy said.
He was only half kind. Part of him trembled with the guilty
knowledge of his tryst with her mother. That same part despaired that
Debbie would let him fuck her anywhere near hard enough to make him
cum.
It wasn't without pride that he made that judgment. Without
question, without any contenders, he had fucked Mrs. Tyler's ass longer
than he had ever fucked anything before without shooting off. And that
had been full throttle, everything he had fucking. He felt good about
that.
"Well, if you change your mind sometime, I'm willing to try it
again," Debbie offered. "Only we better have some time because I don't
want to rush it."
"If you want to try it, I will," Jimmy said, "But you don't have
to. I just like being with you however we do it."
If that was how he really felt, it would be fine, but Debbie
thought it sounded too much like Jimmy was saying what he thought she
wanted to hear. She felt the pressure of the opportunity. Her mother
didn't leave them alone much any more. But if he didn't want to, she
could live with it. It wasn't like it was the great passion of her life
to have a boy stick his thing in her butt.
She decided to accept his words at face value. If he changed his
mind, she could yell at him then.
"I like what we do too," Debbie said. "I'm sorry I didn't feel
like it for a while."
At least Jimmy didn't have a monopoly on stupid. Those were the
words that would have soothed Jimmy without Debbie resorting to an
ill-chosen demonstration.
He smiled at her. The important thing, as he had always said, was
doing what they did. All his concerns at not doing it were easily wiped
away by doing it.
"Then what if we try something else I heard about?" Debbie asked.
Jimmy tried not to groan.
"It's not new. It's just a different way of doing what we do,"
Debbie said when she heard him.
The terrain was still familiar, but Jimmy found it awkward to
move his tongue in the opposite direction. Not that he minded too much.
Debbie's pussy pressing down on his face was nice, but nowhere near as
nice as having her suck his cock while he ate her.
This was a good idea. Jimmy found it hard to keep his mind on his
tongue, but Debbie didn't mind. Jimmy might not be paying as much
attention to licking her, but that didn't mean his tongue wasn't
obsessively active as her mouth moved up and down on his cock.
For her part, Jimmy's tongue gave her something to think about as
she gave him a blow-job. She wasn't thinking about the sudden squirt
that might cum at any time. She was enjoying Jimmy learning to eat
pussy in a new way, or at least a new direction.
-----
Mrs. Tyler was a great lady. Jimmy thought that outside of any
sexual urge he felt for her. He had really thought she might tell him
what went wrong with Debbie. But he understood. He couldn't really ask.
He could see how she couldn't tell him.
She was nice to sit down and worry about him. He liked having her
around. She was pretty hot.
Jimmy's mind followed a 17-year-old's arc. Mrs. Tyler was sexy
and he had found out first hand. That memory wouldn't stray far from
his consciousness for long. It was starting to have an affect in his
pants.
"Mrs. Tyler... before, you know, we said we'd talk about it,"
Jimmy said. "Is this a good time to talk?"
It seemed like it. Jimmy wasn't urgent and energized. He might
even be a bit easier to manipulate in his mood. It seemed like the
perfect time to let him down easy.
"If you want to, Jimmy," she said to make it his idea.
"I don't think it's so bad if we do it as long as Debbie doesn't
get hurt," he said. "I mean, it feels really, like perfect to me. And
I think you like it too. I don't think that's bad. And it's not like
you're going to laugh at Debbie or tell stories behind her back. That's
the part that would hurt her."
The old argument was as weak as ever, but Violet was weaker.
Jimmy's hard-on was evident and she was being seduced by his words.
Just this once... Take this cock inside you again and enjoy it just
this once...
Violet hadn't had time to act on her resolve to join the sexually
active again. To be honest, she was picky about who would be her
partner. At least two likely subjects were still in the limbo of
indecision, largely because part of her wanted Jimmy.
Jimmy was the non-threatening lover, the boy who would perform
and not make demands. She wasn't sure she was ready for a man with a
man's desires. Consequently she was vulnerable to the feelings creeping
over her.
"But it's wrong," she protested weakly.
"How can it be wrong when it feels so good?" Jimmy asked. "You're
the best and I thought it was good for you too."
Jimmy dropped into such a pout that Violet felt ashamed of
herself. She didn't want to crush him.
"It's been very good, Jimmy," she said to cheer him, "But that
doesn't make any difference. We shouldn't. That's just how it is."
"Sometimes I do things I shouldn't because I want to so bad,"
Jimmy said. "That's how I feel about you. I want you so bad."
It was easier each time. She could let her resolve slip away
because she had before. It was not a tense journey into the unknown to
let her mouth meet Jimmy's. Becoming naked for him was no longer his
first look.
There was only one glitch.
"We can't do it here," came out muffled into Jimmy's mouth.
His hands were under her bra, roaming the pliant flesh of her
breasts. She had opened his pants to let his cock out, but their
clothes were still on their bodies.
"What?" Jimmy asked.
"The door is right there. We can't do it here," she repeated.
It was a sign for Jimmy. Mrs. Tyler led him into the utility
room where he had first glimpsed her naked body. He couldn't think of
a sexier place on Earth.
"Will you take off your clothes and bend over?" caught in his
throat.
"No foreplay?" she asked in surprise.
"Not to do it," Jimmy explained. "I just want to see you like
that again."
"Then you'll have to wait until you've taken off your clothes and
posed for me," she said.
Jimmy felt silly bending over naked with Mrs. Tyler watching from
behind, but his cock had never been harder or throbbed more. She
might be making fun of him, but it turned him on.
"Now lean against the washer and wiggle your hips," she directed
Jimmy.
She didn't look like Mrs. Tyler when he turned and saw her face.
She had been transformed by the steamy heat of her own desires into
someone else. If she was sexy in a picture in a magazine way, it was
a magazine Jimmy wasn't old enough to buy yet.
She had been taking off her clothes as she watched and was left
in her panties with her bra hanging loosely off her shoulders when
Jimmy leaned back against the cool steel. It didn't feel silly to shake
his cock at her. This Mrs. Tyler looked like she would be drawn
irresistibly to the movement.
Jimmy sensed her mood accurately. Behind the cover of cotton cups
her nipples were erect and tingling. Her pussy was swollen and seeping.
Pleasure was a recent memory and that made her reaction to his hard
cock all the stronger.
"Now you said you'd bend over for me," Jimmy said with a dry mouth.
Jimmy learned something about desire as she obeyed. She swept
off the bra, exposing pebble-hard nipples and then hooked her thumbs to
pull down her panties. As she bent to push her underwear to her knees
where she could kick them off, Jimmy felt an ache in his groin.
She was so hot and she was getting naked for him. She posed as if
picking up the panties with her eager pussy pouting back at him. It was
the same pose and it was nice, but there was something missing. It
wasn't the same this time.
Catching a forbidden glimpse, and this wasn't even forbidden, was
one thing- a thing of fantasy. It no longer had the power when he could
command it at will. And it paled to insignificance next to Mrs. Tyler
taking off her clothes because they were going to fuck.
"Are you going to surprise me?" Violet asked, feeling forgotten
as Jimmy had his revelation.
He could. He could put his cock in her like he had fantasized the
first time. But Jimmy was wary that it too would be less, like his
fantasies before they had sex.
"Maybe later," he said, "But I want to kiss you some more."
There was one drawback to fucking children, Violet let herself
see the reality as she straightened up. Jimmy's quick trigger had made
her fight for her release the first time. She was concerned too much
kissing and touching might set him off again.
Then it occurred to her that a quick release might be a good
solution to the problem. Jimmy had been there through her climax with
his second erection.
"Then don't be ashamed to... you know, if you feel like it," she
said. "I'm sure we can get you another erection."
Jimmy blushed a bit. It was inevitable that anyone he fucked
would know how quick he shot, but that didn't make it easier to take.
Violet felt the beginnings of her own response. She felt the need
to rush him into readiness before something else ruined their momentum.
"Would you like me to kiss it for you?" she asked.
It was the right thing to say and the wrong thing to offer. She
felt Jimmy's cock come up against her belly. The idea was enough. She
didn't want to follow through.
Once down to eye level other urges took over. This was the
hard-on that had triggered her memories. This was the proof of a
desire that had unlocked her own. She wanted to kiss it. She wanted to
suck it into her mouth and feel its throb beating inside her.
She had stopped before in her rush to soothe awakened passions.
This time she would give in. The rest would sort itself out.
Jimmy moaned as she took his cock in her mouth. It was more than
the tantalizing wetness of her mouth. Mrs. Tyler had his cock in her
mouth. The thought itself was orgasmic. The sight was beyond reality.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Tyler, that feels so good," Jimmy sighed as he looked
down where his cock was disappearing into Debbie's mother's mouth.
It did feel good. His cock was so hard and emanated his desire
for her. She clasped it tightly to the roof of her mouth and let
herself glory in its excitement, its homage to her desirability as the
hard meat moved in her mouth.
It was exciting to feel how much he wanted her. It did her good
to know she was the object of such lust. It was a compliment too
manifest to be false. Her own excitement grew as she sucked his cock.
"Mrs. Tyler- I'm gonna..."
Debbie would have immediately understood Jimmy's tone. She would
have braced herself. Violet wasn't quick enough or she may have been
able to stop him with a skillfully applied pinch. Instead, she lacked
Debbie's experience with Jimmy and was taken by surprise.
She felt his cock swell and tremble before the actual spurt but
that was far too late. She managed to pull back, still hoping a
squeeze just behind the head of his cock would delay Jimmy. She got the
first gush of his cum in the face. She aimed him down. Hot splat after
hot splat hit below her collarbones and ran down over her breasts.
"Oh Mrs. Tyler, I'm sorry," Jimmy whined.
She didn't want to soothe a pouting boy. She wished he was more
of a man. It wasn't that bad. Feeling his sticky cum dripping down her
chest was mildly amusing. She might have appreciated it more but for
the need that still ached between her legs.
"Why? Don't you like this?" she put on her best face and most
seductive voice.
She put her hands to her chest and lightly dragged her fingertips
through his semen to spread it over her hard nipples. She touched them
for him, all the while spreading his seed over her skin.
"That's really sexy, Mrs. T," Jimmy breathed.
"I like the feel of it on my skin," she said in a husky voice
and punctuated by licking a drip of his cum that had hit her face over
her lip and into her mouth.
Jimmy gulped. Her performance had him breathless, but that only
increased his guilt.
"Let me... let me do something for you," he begged her. "I didn't
mean to do that so quick."
Violet didn't have a plan. She was making desperate attempts to
get what she needed from Jimmy. It wasn't going well. She gave up.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
"Debbie says I'm real good at... kissing, you know, down there,"
he sputtered out.
Oh, what did it matter? Nothing was going right. He would lap
like a monotonous dog or do irritating and uncomfortable things. Still,
Violet had no better idea. It was more surrender to cruel fate than
agreement.
She lay back and Jimmy eagerly crawled between her legs.
She smelled like a woman. A heavier musk and sharper edge greeted
Jimmy's nose as he pushed his face between her legs. This was Mrs.
Tyler's pussy. He was in awe as he reached out his tongue to lick her.
Oh my. Jimmy's tongue made her squirm as it explored the fluted
lips of her sex. He was making it worse. The slithering touch only
increased her need. God, she wanted to fuck! She needed something to
quench the fire he was starting.
Then his tongue pushed into her. Her back came off the floor.
She needed that. She needed that so much.
"Yes, Jimmy, like that!" she gasped.
Jimmy knew her real need. For once he was in his comfort zone.
His life-long fascination with female genitals had put him in this
position many times before. His success at getting a close-up view had
been a result of finding where joy lived in those mysterious folds.
He had paid his admission by learning to eat pussy.
He slipped two fingers into Mrs. Tyler as a substitute. He toyed
with the joy button at the top of the valley.
"More, Jimmy, more!" she begged.
Her hips were arching off the floor now, trying to push farther
onto his fingers. Her pussy was seeking out the pleasure he was
teasingly applying around the edges. Her entire body stiffened when
he swiped his tongue over her clit.
Jimmy went to work on the holy pearl. He twisted his fingers as
he licked and Mrs. Tyler trembled.
Violet didn't know if it had ever been that good. She was in no
condition for comparison. She could only feel the electric arc of
passion shake her body. There was no room for memory. She only knew
it was good.
"Don't stop! Oh Jimmy, please.... Please..." she gasped through
an orgasm that left her limp and laying on the floor like a puddle.
"So that was okay?" Jimmy said as he crawled up to look down at
her.
Violet was too dizzy to respond. She didn't know what
superlatives to heap on him anyway. All the angst, the tension, the
concern had been drawn from her body. She smiled at him.
"That was very nice," she said when she had regained her
composure.
No reason to give him a swelled head, she thought. He would
probably appreciate something more direct than words anyway.
"You did that very well," she said, "You've practiced, I
suppose?"
That was dangerous territory. Jimmy wasn't sure she wanted to
know how many times he had made Debbie cum that way after shooting off
too soon.
"I just like it, I guess," Jimmy stayed away from the danger.
"Well, I liked it too," she said. "But I think we better get
dressed now."
"All right," Jimmy said, but with gloom in his voice.
As Violet pushed up onto one elbow she saw the reason for his
disappointment. Her 17-year-old lover had another erection.
"Wait, Jimmy," she said, "Did you get that for me?"
"I can't help it," Jimmy said, trying to apologize. "You're so
sexy and... I can't help it."
He had his face in her pussy. How could that not excite him?
Jimmy didn't understand why she didn't know that. She was so hot. And
hard-ons? They were a fact of his life.
Violet was having a different series of thoughts. This was his
second. Could this be the hard-on that lasted?
Disregarding strident warnings from the harpy within, she went
with that problem. The harpy only said no anyway. Could this be the
chance to have real sex that would be like she remembered? Could this
be her chance to fuck like the old days?
There was nothing wrong with the orgasm she just had. It was
incredible as an orgasm, but it was like masturbating- which she had
perfected in recent years. It was her alone and she felt a need to feel
a partner striving with her when she came.
She was still horny. She wanted to fuck again.
Jimmy didn't hear the chorus of voices in her head. He was
confused by her hesitation. And he wanted to do something about this
hard-on. The later ones were always the worst. They ached more and
demanded touching louder.
"Mrs. Tyler?" he asked, "Were you saying something?"
"I was thinking it was mean to let you be so nice to me and then
send you off like that," she said.
"You were real nice to me before when I couldn't...." Jimmy
blurted out and then stopped- screaming, stupid, stupid, stupid to
himself.
He didn't have to remind her if she didn't remember. She sounded
like she wanted to do it and he was fucking it up.
"Then maybe we should do something for both of us," she said.
Jimmy was happy, but unsure. Did he get between her legs and put
it in? Did he have to ask her something? The last time she had taken
over and told him what to do. He was more comfortable with that.
It was Violet's turn to be frustrated by his internal
conversation. She wished he would do something. It wasn't enough to
get upset over. She would take the lead. It was probably better that
way.
"You made me pose before," Violet reminded him, "Would you like
to have sex that way?"
Any plan was Jimmy's plan. He nodded. It was better when she told
him what to do. It might take the melancholy out of his realization
that he could never revisit the kind of charge he got out of seeing
Mrs. Tyler naked the first time.
"Oh my goodness, Jimmy!" Mrs. Tyler squealed as he pushed his
cock into her from behind. "You caught me naked and now you're fucking
me!"
Jimmy appreciated her effort. He was not surprised that she
understood. Mrs. Tyler was smart. Still, it wasn't the same as if he
had done this when he first saw her.
"I don't know what to do!" Violet went on. "It's so bad of me,
but your cock feels so good fucking me!"
Jimmy liked her saying sexy things, but he was beyond the need
for her help. His cock had just told him something important. Being
all hot and horny for Mrs. Tyler was exciting and all, but fucking her
was better. His cock didn't care if he had the same tingle of forbidden
sights. His cock liked being in a warm, tight pussy better than being
tempted by a possibility.
"Your pussy feels good on my cock, too," Jimmy replied. "I like
fucking you better than looking at you."
Violet felt her insides twist. She felt heat as if she had been
dropped into boiling water. It took her by surprise. She started her
perverted encouragement out of a combination of her own needs and a
sense that Jimmy needed instructions.
When he responded in kind, she found that she had a secret
longing to hear the kind of things she had been saying to him.
"Oh my goodness! It's so wrong!" she gasped out.
Her ass wasn't moving like it was wrong. Jimmy didn't get the
wrong idea from her protests. He fucked her harder to make up for his
initial and stupid impression that fucking her in that 'holy' place
and position wouldn't be great.
"You like it. I know you like it," Jimmy told her. "It feels
good for you too."
He was hardly a master of sex chatter, but Violet needed little
encouragement. The larger issues furnished a background of sinful
excitement and she needed only one more straw to break down into the
whore and slut she feared becoming.
"Oh God! I do!" she moaned. "Fuck me Jimmy! Fuck your dirty old
whore!"
She wasn't a whore. She was a great lady. Jimmy's confusion at
her self-labeling didn't stop his cock from driving into Mrs. Tyler,
but it did provide a fortunate break in his growing excitement.
"I want to make you cum," Jimmy said. "I want to fuck you so you
orgasm!"
He didn't know what to say. That came out. It was the proudest
moment in his sexual history. He wanted to feel like he could make the
miracle happen again.
"Oh yes! You are! Keep fucking me!" Mrs. Tyler urged him, "I'm
almost there!"
"Oh Yes! Jimmy! Oh my God!" she squeezed out as she felt him
urgent inside her. "Oh yes! I'm there!"
She was a shameful whore. Against every instinct that told her it
was wrong to fuck this boy, she was encouraging him. She was even
willing to use deceit to strengthen the unholy bond between them.
She felt his short butting strokes and shrieked. She felt him
wiggle as he pressed hard against her and she played out a most
compelling orgasm. It sounded very real and was very false. It was just
one more failing for her to use to beat herself.
Jimmy came like he had never cum before. He wasn't in his own
closed tunnel of ecstasy this time. Instead of being a personal, almost
internal explosion rocking his being, he felt he was cumming in a
big, bright world that welcomed his contribution, indeed wanted to make
it better, greater.
"That was the best ever, Mrs. Tyler," he said when he had caught
his breath. "I tell you, we're made for each other."
"All right, Jimmy, I won't tell you how wrong it is again," she
relented. "But it isn't right either."
It wasn't even that good. She had needed him the first time. She
had needed him so badly that she made him satisfy her. Certainly, he
had made her climax, but that wasn't the same.
It was evil to think this way after she had led Jimmy on, seduced
him, but he wasn't the lover she wanted. He was reliable and convenient
but not without risk. It was insane to prefer the chances she was
taking for the fucking she was getting over the uncertainty of opening
up to one of the men who had an interest in her.
It all came as a revelation as she tried to quiet her thumping
heart which was still hoping for the excitement to find a crest.
Instead, there was no excitement left. But the dark truth remained.
She had seduced a child and this was not a thing she could easily put
right. Jimmy, she conceded, had a certain right to expect their illicit
love go on. She was trapped by her sin in an unspoken web of extortion.
-----
"You're not sharing secrets with my mother, are you?" Debbie
made Jimmy's blood freeze with her question.
Fortunately he was tongue-tied long enough for his brain to start
working before he blurted out a confession. "Sharing secrets" was not
what Debbie would say if she knew what was going on.
"What do you mean?" Jimmy feigned ignorance.
"Mom's been asking some strange questions about you and me,"
Debbie said. "And somehow it doesn't sound like she's guessing."
Jimmy didn't want to hear any more about this. He didn't want to
have this conversation. He didn't even want to know what Mrs. Tyler had
been saying. He didn't want to the subject brought up.
"Like what?" he said anyway, knowing Debbie would think it
strange if he showed his non-interest.
"Like if we're having sex. Like if you're trying to make me do
strange things. Like if we've experimented with strange things," Debbie
said.
"It sounds like she's decided to lecture you instead of me,"
Jimmy said with relief.
"But why all this talk about 'strange things'?" Debbie wondered,
"It was weird, but I felt that we both knew she was talking about
putting it in my butt."
"You're just being paranoid," Jimmy tried to convince her.
"You weren't there. You didn't see how she looked at me. It was
like she KNEW," Debbie protested.
"That's the oldest parent trick there is," Jimmy said. "They know
it makes you think about whatever you've been doing that you thought
they didn't know."
Jimmy was in a good position to explain. He was mindful of the
strategy both from Mrs. Tyler and from Debbie. He wasn't devious by
nature, but these two women were teaching him how to be.
"Then we're going to do it," Debbie announced.
It wasn't the time for feigned ignorance. Jimmy knew what she
meant and it would be plain stupid- obviously stupid for him act dumb.
It didn't make him feel any better about the prospect.
"Are you sure?" he asked instead. "Letting her influence you into
doing something is worse than letting her talk you out of something."
"Don't you want to?" she asked.
Jimmy had to step carefully in this minefield. He needed to be
her ally here, but at the same time be the voice of reason.
"I don't know," he said carefully. "It hurt you a lot the last
time. I don't want to hurt you."
"You said you slipped," she pointed out. "We just have to be more
careful."
Careful. That was the word he wanted to hear. He had fucked hard
and strong into Mrs. Tyler's ass. It had gone on forever. He wondered
if he could get off being careful.
"I'll do it if you want to," Jimmy conceded. "We'll see if it's
different this time."
It started the same. Jimmy worked a finger into Debbie's ass and
greased it the best he could. Her anus grabbed at his finger.
Debbie couldn't help it. Jimmy's finger felt odd. She was ready
for the feeling, but she couldn't help clamping down as the finger
squirmed inside her. She was new to this after all.
But one thing wouldn't be new, or at least unforeseen. However
much of a shock and accompanied by whatever pain, she had at least had
Jimmy's cock in her ass. She knew it was possible. And she was
determined to go through with it this time.
It hadn't hurt as bad as she had reacted. Mostly she was scared
and surprised. It was pretty bad, but she was ready to suffer that much
to do it for Jimmy. If she was lucky, it would be better than at first
and then it wouldn't be so bad at all to give up her ass to the boy she
loved.
"This time why don't you do the pushing," Jimmy suggested. "Then
we can go as slow as you want."
He could have thought that up. It made sense once you heard it.
And Jimmy knew he'd help without saying anything, just like he had the
only other time his cock had been up an asshole.
"Okay," Debbie said in a small voice.
For all her internal bravery, it was now the moment of truth. She
bent over the edge of the bed and waited for Jimmy to get behind her.
She did her best not to shake. She was going to do it, she told herself
firmly. It didn't make her any braver.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked Jimmy as she pushed back hard and
didn't feel any change.
"I'm fine, but you better relax," Jimmy responded. "It feels like
your asshole is trying to keep me out."
For some reason that sounded funny to Debbie. She started to
giggle and then it was choked off as she felt Jimmy's cock push into
her asshole. Here it comes, she thought.
But Jimmy wasn't pushing, at least he wasn't pushing hard. He was
waiting for Debbie to fuck herself on his cock. He was taking up the
slack, but he wanted Debbie to be in charge.
"I thought it was going in," Debbie gasped. "What happened?"
"You relaxed a second then clamped down again," Jimmy reported.
"Relax again and it will go in some more."
"Push down like you're taking a shit" Debbie remembered someone
saying. She wasn't sure if it came from the pro or con camp, but she
was ready to try anything. She pushed down and got a cold shiver up
her backbone.
It was going in. A cock was sliding up her ass. It felt like
taking a shit in reverse and it was spooky. Dozens of stray thoughts
flashed through her head too fast to recognize. One loud fact shouted
down all the rest. There was a cock sliding up her ass. She was going
to get butt-fucked now for sure.
For Jimmy it was a medium. He was having less trouble pushing up
Debbie's ass than he had with her mother, but he could sense that
Debbie was going to be tighter when she relaxed than Mrs. Tyler. He
guessed it made sense that assholes would be as different as pussies.
"Is it in now?" Debbie asked in a strained tone.
"A lot of it is," Jimmy said. "I guess the worst is over."
"Then it wasn't so bad," Debbie reported happily. "It didn't
hurt much. It was just weird."
"Well, push back when you're ready," Jimmy said, "But relax
again, you're getting pretty tight back here."
Tight was okay. It made Jimmy's cock feel huge. She was stuffed,
crammed, packed, overflowing with his cock. But there was a warning
insisting on her attention. She had more to take. She didn't know how
much more. She had hoped it was all in her.
"How far are you in?" Debbie asked.
Half would be a generous guess. A third was more like it. Jimmy
sensed the proper direction to skew his answer.
"Almost all the way, three-quarters at least," he said.
"Good," Debbie sighed, "I feel so full right now. I don't think
I can take much more."
She didn't need to know Jimmy was the expert. When he'd slid to
the hilt in her ass she'd know she could take so much more. He'd keep
that knowledge to himself until her grip eased and he put the rest of
his cock up her ass.
It was a good enough time to try that other thing. Debbie felt
strangely pre-meditated as she snuck her fingers between her legs.
Jimmy had his cock inside her yet she had to remember to touch herself.
Getting fucked in the ass was a strange kind of thing.
It was an appropriate subject for her meditations. She found it
very easy to get in the mood as Jimmy moved that huge-feeling cock in
her ass. As she got in the mood, Jimmy's motion was inward. It was
frighteningly exciting as she experienced the peril of his cock invading
her core in the midst of the flaming fire in her pussy.
For Jimmy it was as if the seal had rolled back to let him in.
Debbie's ass still surrounded him firmly, but he could feel it soften
and his cock moved deeper into the heat inside her. He couldn't call it
loose, but it was less forbidding.
"How much more is there!?" Debbie panted as the invasion went on
and on.
"Just an inch," Jimmy wheezed as he reached very near that
actual mark.
"Then put it in!" Debbie growled.
Her fingers were busy between her legs and the continual
distraction of his cock cramming her colon was making it hard for her
to concentrate. It was an event, not even a bother, and she wanted
Jimmy to ram it in and get it over with.
Pressing against Debbie's butt with his cock all the way up her
ass was an interesting feeling. He was all in her and she was all
around him all at once. And it was like an oven in there.
Particularly, he wasn't balls deep in Mrs. Tyler's ass. He was
feeling the raw sensation in Debbie's ass. He wasn't freaked out by
the idea of fucking Debbie. He was feeling what it was like to be deep
in the other hole without the interfering significance of his partner.
Debbie squirmed her rear against him.
"Aren't you going to fuck me or something?" she asked with a whine.
It was going to be good. It was going to be very good. She wanted
the feeling of a cock driving into her. She was going to cum. She was
going to cum so hard.
"Please, fuck me!" Debbie cried out.
Okay, okay, thought Jimmy, who was loathe to leave the hot embrace
of her asshole. I'll give you the short and deeps. That's fucking.
Oh yes it was. Debbie could have stood, even relished, more
action, but it was only a stray thought. She was cumming and there was
this big log reminding her how stretched her asshole was with every
spasm of climax. More was always appreciated, but this was more than
enough to light up all the circuits in her switchboard.
"Just keep doing it!" she proclaimed as she shivered in the
aftershocks of her eruption.
She was cumming! She was cumming all over his cock. Jimmy had a
sympathetic shiver while his cock screamed at him to get back to
business. It was good in there, so warm, so motherlike, hovering,
smothering, squeezing hard...
"Oh Jeeze! Do that again!" Jimmy yelped.
Debbie did. He grabbed her hips and drove into her. He had
certainly slandered her when he thought she couldn't take it. She
wanted it harder than her mom. She demanded it harder. When he drove
in hard enough, she would clench her ass. It was an ultimate reward.
Debbie was reacting. Her fingers were making froth in the juices
that had seeped from her pussy and she was only clenching when Jimmy's
cock jabbed her hard enough to make itself noticed over her growing
second passion. There was something very big jabbing in her and this
time it was the focus of her excitement.
It had her. It was forcing her open wide. She couldn't resist.
She was going to cum again.
"Hard! Now! Hard!" she gasped out as she came to the precipice.
Jimmy was ready. He balanced on a wonderful edge of squeezing
ambushes and he only needed to assert himself. He fucked Debbie long
and fast. He was giving it to her. She was taking it. He was putting
it all the way in.
They sounded like cats fighting in a bag when they came. It was
no time for restraint. It was easily the best shared experience of
their short sex life.
"I, uh... made you do it with my dick," Jimmy said casually.
"Yes you did," Debbie confirmed. "Twice."
Jimmy basked in the glow of that as the glow of orgasm faded.
He wondered if they were going to ass fuck all the time now.
"So how is it we can be all loud and lay around naked and stuff?"
Jimmy asked on another topic.
"Mom's gone out. I guess she's looking for my new daddy," Debbie
said.
"I didn't think you liked her to do that." Jimmy said, feeling
rather passionately against the idea.
"I've changed my mind," Debbie said. "The way she's been sticking
her nose in my business lately, I'm glad to have her out of the house.
Anyway, we know how to use the time better now than when I was 10."
Jimmy was distinctly enjoying having Mrs. Tyler stick her nose in
his business, but he couldn't share that with Debbie. He couldn't
sound jealous either, and he was unsure why he would want to. He
guessed it was human nature to want to keep all the pussy for yourself.
"So, who's she going out with?" Jimmy tried to sound casual.
"Who cares?" Debbie replied. "I just know we've got time to fuck
again if you want to."
Just a little more... Please, just keep going a little more. Just
- oh, don't stop! don't stop! don't stop!
Violet was freed from her begging into the land of candy gauze
as Bill the butcher bounced on her belly. He was going on. She twitched
in his arms and he kept thrusting into her. She squeezed him with her
thighs to pull him deeper.
She was glad they hadn't gone out. She would be holding hands in
a movie or eating rather than cumming on a hard cock. This was what she
wanted. She was glad they got right to it.
It was like a new rubber band snapping back into place. The
misshapen years of denial, even the artless stretching of her response
by the boy had done nothing to mar the resilience of her response. Bill
was making her feel like a woman, making her feel all those womanly
things as he brought her to climax and kept thrusting.
There was no going back now. The brief spasm followed by feeling
like a child molester was no substitute for being fulfilled by someone
that didn't need training wheels.
But that was unkind. She had to be grateful to Jimmy for rousing
the beast. That he was unequal to the task of exercising it only made
her path clear. Without his reminder, she would have drowsed and not
felt the need to find a man to satisfy that beast that Jimmy couldn't
tame.
"Yes! Oh yes! That's so good!" Bill grunted out as he lunged
into her and came in a series of shivers.
He collapsed half off her, half on and they listened to the
ragged sounds of their breathing for a while. Then he propped himself
up on one elbow.
"You seem to make up your mind in a hurry," he commented.
"You know this was the hard part," Violet answered, "I could have
gone out with you and turned you down a long time ago, but that wasn't
fair. I know you wanted sex with me. I didn't want to lead you on and
I just now made up my mind to fuck you."
"Then I guess I know what we're going to do the rest of the
evening," he said, carefully moving his cock inside her to remind her
he was still there.
"But other times you can take me out first," Violet said brightly.
-----
"Jimmy, it is unnatural. Whatever happened before does not excuse
continuing," she told him.
She had shot his best argument out of the water. He tried to tell
her how he felt instead.
"But I feel like I need you," he said. "I get all these feelings
inside me when I see you. You can't just make me stop like this."
"I understand. I would never have... done what we did, if I didn't
have those feelings too, but they're wrong and it is wrong to give in
to them," Mrs. Tyler remained firm.
It was easy to resist now. How different he seemed from the
embodiment of need he had appeared to be. His passion came with a price
of regret and self-loathing she did not need to fall into. How simple
it would have been to take a lover and avoided the tawdry affair.
Violet's excursion into self-reproach was interrupted. There was
no reason for Debbie to ever find out. She put on her happy mother face.
"What are you rebels plotting?" Debbie asked lightly. "Sounds
pretty serious."
"I was just asking about her date," Jimmy said, either naively
or very cleverly remaining on the forbidden ground.
"You did come in awful late," Debbie agreed. "I hope you spent
all that time talking."
Debbie knew better. Violet realized she stank of sex when she
came home. Bill had managed to fuck her three times in a row, although
the last time seemed more sweat than cum. Her daughter knew.
But Violet was comfortable with that. If her daughter was old
enough to know what was happening, then she was old enough to know that
her mother had every right to live her life the way she chose.
"I enjoyed my evening. That's all you need to know," she said.
"I think I'll be seeing Bill again."
"That's all you need to know!" Debbie mocked her mother as she
and Jimmy sat on the back porch. "I don't want to talk about how Bill
fucks me, but I'm going back for more!"
"Ease up, okay?" Jimmy shifted uncomfortably, "I thought you said
you didn't mind."
Jimmy was coming to that way of thinking. His discomfort came
from the realization that he was getting excited thinking about another
man fucking Mrs. Tyler. He might still want her, but it was clear that
wasn't an option. He wasn't sure how queer it was to get excited about
another man fucking.
"I didn't mind, but I wasn't thinking she'd drag in with jizm
running down her legs and a look on her eyes like she fucked a football
team," Debbie answered.
That image didn't help. Jimmy groaned as he felt his cock expand
in his pants. He had been holding back, but now the image of Mrs.
Tyler leaning against the door frame with spunk-covered legs made it
pop up like a switch was flipped.
"Did you get that thinking about my mother?" Debbie asked.
He wasn't clever enough for her. He couldn't convince her with a
lie. The truth was the only thing left.
"You made her sound so slutty," Jimmy defended himself.
Debbie grinned at him. Jimmy felt relief, seeing she was not
going to interrogate him about his feelings for her mother. She had a
more personal thought in mind.
"She might have given it to you, but I have a place that will
make it go away," she smirked.
It was odd, but so was her mother dating. Jimmy had great hopes
that he might be compensated for his loss of Mrs. Tyler by a horny
Debbie. It was going to take away the sting this time, he was pretty
sure.
The garage was an oven of the afternoon heat. Jimmy pulled his
shirt off while Debbie was dragging his pants to his ankles. The womb-
like warmth was like another presence as Debbie pulled off her top and
pressed against him.
They both were surrounded in a sea of heat that brought instant
perspiration to stick them together in their first embrace. Jimmy's
cock felt like it was in a foreign country as it jabbed into Debbie's
shorts. The rest of her was hot, sweaty flesh. Jimmy felt an extra
urge to burrow through to her naked skin.
"Where's the thing?" Debbie panted and Jimmy knew exactly what
she meant.
After a period of the usual hopeful hoarding of a rubber in his
wallet when he was younger, Jimmy now had a turnover that would do any
high-schooler proud. The resident condom had been there a whopping
three days because Jimmy had another rubber in his other pocket the
last time he visited Debbie.
Debbie had already found it by the time Jimmy bent over to help.
It was at that moment Violet had her own revelation. The scene
was eerily the same, but her reaction was from a different place than
Jimmy's automatic arousal at the sight of her naked.
She pulled back and closed the door as far as she could without
cutting off her view of the teens. A vertigo of thoughts spun in her
head. She should not be a passive witness to this. She shouldn't be
a witness at all, but she should do something to stop them.
Not intervening was like permission. She shouldn't have stalled
this long. They were clearly going to have sex. She couldn't condone
that. She should be out there stopping them already.
Failing that, she should at least close the door. She knew she
was asking too much to rush out and confront them. There was a much
scarier danger stored in Jimmy's head. She dared not disturb so dire
a dragon for such a common trespass.
But she should close the door. The girl was her daughter, even if
Violet had barely noticed Jimmy's partner. She shouldn't watch while
her teen lover screwed another woman. It was very sick to intrude on
that private moment.
"Now let me take away that hard-on Momma gave you," Debbie leered
at Jimmy and reached down to push his sheathed cock between her legs.
Violet felt her knees shake. She pushed her hand into her mouth
to stifle a cry. Her pretense was over. Her self-respect was gone. Her
daughter knew who her mother really was. Violet felt the power in the
relationship shift to her daughter.
But that was not all. Her despair did not account for all of her
feelings. Jimmy was backing Debbie toward shelves on the wall of the
garage. His cock was trapped between her thighs and she took tiny steps
as he pushed her toward a place where he could lean her back and put
his cock where it belonged.
With her life in ashes, burnt down by the flames of illicit
passion for a boy, she was still fixed to the crack left between the
door and the jamb. She couldn't deny the urge that kept her eyes on the
naked pair. She could not explain away the trickle of wetness leaking
from her pussy. She was too shameless to stop watching. She was a
slave to urges too terrible to name.
Her hand automatically dropped to her crotch as Jimmy leaned
Debbie against the shelves and then crouched down. Yes, his talented
tongue, so beyond his years, Violet could almost feel it as she pressed
her fingers to her cleft through her shorts.
"Oh come on, give me that hard-on- the hard-on Momma built,"
Debbie urged Jimmy.
It was her daughter. That fact emerged from her obsession with
Jimmy as Jimmy stood up. It was her sin, her failing, but also her
daughter about to usurp the cock that had thrown Violet's life into
its downward spiral. Part of her was happy that Debbie could benefit
from such a prick, but it was a very, very small part.
The hard-on that had set her on the road to destruction was in
her daughter. They were fucking 15 feet away. There was no longer time
to blame, to muse, to be jealous or happy for her daughter. They were
fucking. Sex. Lust. Orgasm. Violet let all else go as she worked her
fingers through her slit. She was cumming. Best to concentrate on that.
"Should I stop for a second?" Jimmy gasped. "I'm about to do it."
"No- that's the point," Debbie panted back. "I'm taking that
hard-on away. Go ahead. Get rid of it."
Debbie was on her own erotic journey of competition. Despite her
mother's perception to the contrary, Debbie didn't know she had already
won. In some deep level of her brain Jimmy's hard-on carried in it her
mother's sexuality. It was an emblem of her mother's appeal and Debbie
was going to take it for herself.
Jimmy's hard-on was more than his cock as she spread her thighs
wider to make sure she got every inch of it. He was fucking her with
all the other desires of the world. Whatever gave him a hard-on, she
could be the receptacle to receive it.
It made her the object of all desire. Jimmy was cumming. It
didn't matter. The feeling that all impulses were directed to her kept
warmth tingling in her body. She felt uber-sexy.
"That was real good, Debbie," Jimmy said politely.
"It was good, wasn't it?" Debbie replied. "I know it did
something for me."
She looked at the dumb expression on Jimmy's face and decided
against even trying to explain it. He was happy. No reason to confuse
him.
-----
"Mom's been acting real weird lately," Debbie complained.
"You mean crazy or just bitchy?" Jimmy asked.
"No- all, what can I do for you? do you want to talk or
something? how are you feeling? you know you can say anything," Debbie
tried to explain.
"Sounds like she thinks we have sex," Jimmy said with a laugh.
"No, it's more like she thinks I have a secret and she wants me
to tell her," Debbie said.
Jimmy noticed what a fine ceiling Debbie had in her room. This
was not a good topic anymore. He felt the prickle of guilt. He had told
Mrs. Tyler they were having anal sex.
"Why should now be different?" Jimmy asked. "Don't you always
have secrets? What do you think she wants?"
That was safer. Let Debbie guess. Whatever she came up with
would have nothing to do with him.
"I think it has something to do with you," Debbie said.
Jimmy froze.
"She keeps asking about you- how we're getting along- how I
feel about you now, what kind of things have you been telling me,"
Debbie said. "She seems worried about you."
"Sounds like she thinks we have sex," Jimmy said through a much
drier mouth.
"It sounds like she thinks we do all sorts of things," Debbie
countered. "I mean she seems, like, scared when she's talking to me.
Not right out spooky, but like trying to be natural and being really
weird instead."
Jimmy got it now. At least he had an idea it had something to do
with fucking Mrs. Tyler. He knew how wrong she thought it was. He
thought that would shut her up, but now he was afraid it was giving
her an urge to confess.
"I wouldn't tell her anything," Jimmy used a lie as advice. "You
can wait her out. She'll give up after a while."
"I hope so," Debbie said and turned to Jimmy. "Now let's forget
about her and think about us. What do you want to do first?"
"But Bill, there are other people," Violet whispered, "Can't I
just use my hand?"
"No one cares," Bill said. "Just bend over. No one will see."
Violet blamed herself. Bill hadn't believed her explanation.
Why should he? Whatever she said, their first date had been a trip
straight to bed to fuck three times. She had let her needs build to
the point she had given him the wrong impression.
She should stop it now. But the misunderstanding was her fault.
Bill would be wrong to blame her for not acting such a slut, but he
did have a valid complaint about being led on. Unfortunately, the cinema
wasn't the place to have a discussion.
She could bend over and take his cock in her mouth or she could
fabricate some excuse. Bill would get over it- especially if she saw
to it he was well-fucked later. But he'd remember it. She would be
setting limits, but he'd have a pass to cross them.
She bent over. She couldn't believe someone didn't see her head
disappear. She let Bill's cock fill her mouth as she thought about that
lone observer knowing what she was doing.
It was Jimmy. Her observer became the teen and he moved up to
look over Bill's shoulder as Violet sucked Bill's cock. It was Jimmy
watching her give head in the back row of the theater. It may have been
Jimmy's cock she sucked. It was only a hard pole of meat fucking into
her mouth. Violet was centered on nothing more than a blow-job.
Then it was Bill's hand that came down on her head. He pushed
her down as he thrust up, gagging her. She was trapped in her scrunched
pose and her struggles did nothing to relieve the smothering cock
ramming into her throat. She tried to calm herself, to breathe. She
could only endure.
His orgasm was five seconds of salty torture that seemed to last
an hour. She had time to see her whole future unroll before her as Bill
shot his load deep in her gullet.
She was the kind of bitch that would suck you off at the movies.
She'd do anything. Bill would have all manner of ideas how to use her
and humiliate her. She was fuck fantasy. Now her time with Bill would
be spent on an escalating path of perversion as he took out his
weirdest desires on her.
"Sorry if I was a bit rough there at the end," Bill said
sheepishly as she came up out of his lap coughing spooge. "I couldn't
help it."
The apology that was no apology. I didn't mean to, and I won't
mean to when I do it the next time either.
"That's okay..." she gasped, dealing with a tickle she hoped to
stop without making more of a scene.
She was very aware of her surroundings. She felt the silent
accusations of everyone in the theater. It was no longer the erotic
dream of her teen lover. Now it was everyone there seeing her naked.
"It's all right, Jimmy. It's all right. It's all right!" Debbie
panted.
They had found the holy grail and Debbie had pinpointed its
location. The secret wasn't in the path to bliss, it was in the
augmentation. Jimmy didn't have to stick it up her ass to make her cum
on her fingers. The fingers were the key.
Debbie bared her fangs at the world as Jimmy drove powerfully
into her pussy. Her sheath felt alive as he invaded her. She could feel
the shocks of contact as he fucked her. It was all wrapped in the glow
of her fluid-slicked fingers rolling her clit.
This was the heaven his cock was supposed to drive her to. This
was the heaven his cock was driving her to. Debbie felt the fireworks
go off. She jerked as Jimmy kept driving his cock into her pussy.
"I'm cumming, Debbie! I'm.. oh god! I'm cumming!" Jimmy gasped.
Her pussy had grabbed him. She was cumming and he came too. It
was a different way of feeling the white stuff shoot out of his dick.
His very personal joy was in some way shared and enhanced by knowing
he had helped to set off a like joy in Debbie.
Again, it had the more personal feeling of connection with his
girlfriend than the first time with Mrs. Tyler. Like his appreciation
of the sensations of ass-fucking, his experience of Debbie's orgasm
with his cock inside her was not diminished by the shock of it being
his first time.
"Did you really, you know, while I was doing it?" Jimmy asked
later.
"Why? You want a medal?" Debbie snickered.
She was feeling pretty good. Jimmy was a nice guy and he always
was willing to make her cum, but it felt better to have him do it the
right way and not with his tongue. They were more normal now. She felt
they had made a great discovery.
She had been dead accurate with her quip. Jimmy didn't really
doubt her climax. He had confirmed it to himself before he asked his
question. He wanted Debbie to acknowledge his prowess.
"I just want it to be good for you," Jimmy retreated to being
all thoughtful after her rebuke.
Debbie had not a shred of resentment after Jimmy's performance.
She settled into this harmless game-playing exchange with a light
heart.
"And you were. This time better than ever before," she
congratulated him. "I'd be willing to give you a reward if you want
one."
Bill had rescued Violet's terror in the car. There were many
reasons why he might agree to leave the movie. She wasn't sure it was
compassion.
"I just want to say again that I am sorry about what I did in
there- at the end I mean," Bill said. "I have to learn to grip the
arms or something. I'd like to let you do it your way, but I stop
thinking or something."
It was at least: I didn't mean to, and I really intend not to
the next time. And it was backpedaling. Maybe Bill would at least be
slower up perversion path than she feared at first.
"Then you need more practice in a controlled environment," Violet
said.
It was appropriate. Violet felt brazen making an offer like that
but they were already on the subject. And she felt like Bill needed
encouragement to break his bad habit.
"What say we go home and see what's to do there?" Bill suggested.
We were hoping for a split-screen shot here, but the women made
it impossible. As happily casual as Debbie looks off at an angle,
resting her head on Jimmy's thigh and toying with his prick, it is
impossible to light and, in any case, clashes artistically with the
more stern and regimented feel of her mother squatting between the
butcher's legs.
Who was on the perverse path now? Violet asked herself. They had
started with playful intent, but Violet had made sure the ties around
Bill's wrists were tightly knotted.
She was sucking his cock again, but this time with the assurance
he would not interfere. Perhaps he would be able to free himself with
enough effort, but that would violate the rules.
She stopped sucking to tickle the underside of his cock with her
tongue. It was also a perfect time to extract whatever revenge she felt
owed. That power put evil thoughts in Violet's head.
"I could fuck you again or something..." Jimmy felt uncertain as
Debbie closed in on his resurrected cock. "I want it to be good for you
and all..."
"Shut up," she scolded him over his cock. "If you want what I
want then let me do this for you. I like it to be good for you too,
you know."
Jimmy lay back. He still felt slightly nervous that he wasn't
doing something for Debbie. He was too insecure to take without giving.
But her mouth did feel good. There was nothing like it. There
was a certain slickness and softness that only a mouth had. Jimmy
relaxed a little more as Debbie sucked his cock.
"Oh Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum! I'm right there!" Bill was
grunting and groaning as he lunged up out of his chair.
Violet evaded the impact of those thrusts by moving back with
them. He wasn't as close as he thought. A good suction on the head, a
few bobs and he would pop, but Violet had other plans. She was going
to make him wait.
To his credit, Bill had yielded to the ties on his wrists and
was gripping the chair arms rather than trying to break free. But
there was no yielding his desire to thrust into her mouth and find
the completion that barely evaded him.
He had to reach exhaustion before he dropped back to the chair
and rested. His cries had reached a howl of pain. They were gratitude
when Violet took pity on him and sucked him again.
It was as if he was nailed to a board and not just tied to a
chair as Violet gripped his staff and covered the knob with her mouth.
He stiffened and vibrated as she jacked his passion into the hot
vacuum of her sucking mouth.
His orgasm came like a hope he had given up. He was lost in the
fiery flow of his jizm before he knew what was happening. He could
only jerk in response to the spasms in his groin as the burning cum
blazed its salty trail up his cock and into Violet's greedy mouth.
He hung there for an eternity. Violet's hand was forcing up
the dregs of his balls so her mouth could suck them out of him. It
felt like it went on forever.
They met like spies on a cruise, their secrets both a burden and
a thing of pride. They were stuck with each other, so keeping their
secrets became a task, but they knew what they knew.
The events of hours past left them with contradictory feelings.
Violet felt little pride for being able to suck a cock. Certainly she
had impressed Bill with her performance, perhaps both performances,
but she had made her own plight darker.
Not only had she done nothing to set them back on a normal
path, she had come home as horny as when she left, perhaps more. It
was regression in every area. She worried what Bill would expect from
her next. She had managed to get into that predicament without even
being satisfied.
Debbie was more pleased with her prowess. She enjoyed the silly
faces Jimmy made when he was squirting into her mouth. It was absolute
proof that he was feeling nothing but the joy she had given him. She
was happy to claim that position in his memory.
More now than ever, because that blow-job had been a reward for
Jimmy finally making her a real woman- a woman who came while her lover
had his dick in her. Things were looking pretty sexy in the future.
"So, how was your night, Mother?" Debbie asked.
"It was fine," Violet said, betraying more than she meant to.
Debbie let a crack about her mother not stinking like a whore die
without being formed. She didn't want to sabotage this relationship
now. She liked having the house to herself so Jimmy could fuck her.
"So when do I get to meet my new daddy?" Debbie asked a trifle
too casually.
Violet's demons cracked their whips. The harpies howled. She knew
what Debbie was saying. It was horrible. Her own demon child was going
to demand her due. It was perverse. It was sick. Her suffering for one
transgression would never end.
What man would refuse her when he heard her story? A perverted
criminal like herself had no standing. She certainly had no recourse.
Debbie would seduce Bill and she was helpless to stop it.
"I didn't think it was a stumper," Debbie said as Violet gaped
at her in horror.
"I don't think you have to think of him as your new daddy,"
Violet said with some edge and immediately regretted it.
That was removing all barriers to Debbie taking her revenge. If
he was just another guy he was even more like a certain oversexed teen
boy. The shoe was on the other foot now.
Yes, she did have the right to be concerned about any sex had
by her daughter. But she knew sex was not the issue, or at least not
if her daughter was having sex. The issue was how she felt right now.
She felt vulnerable. A young girl like her daughter could steal her
man away.
It was the same thing her daughter must have felt when Jimmy
told her they were lovers. She must have felt vulnerable and betrayed.
Something inside Violet felt she deserved whatever Debbie wanted to do.
Her sin had been great. Her punishment should be terrible.
"I'll arrange for you to meet him, if that's what you want,"
Violet surrendered. "And I'm sorry about Jimmy."
-----
"Okay, yes, don't hate me," Jimmy cracked.
"I know she's going to say it sometime. She's been trying to
hint at it right along. But you've got to understand how it happened,"
Jimmy chattered.
"How what happened? What are you talking about?" Debbie asked.
She was wondering what was wrong with Jimmy. She was totally
mystified. Her mother made it sound like he was dead or something. She
brought it up and Jimmy broke down. She had no idea what was coming.
"I fucked her, okay, I fucked her," Jimmy said. "But it was when
we weren't doing it and I was a little crazy."
He cringed, hoping his excuse would blunt some of Debbie's fury.
What he got was no response. She was looking at him like he was nuts.
"When did you have this dream?" Debbie asked sarcastically.
She was letting him off. He could retract. But he felt the
inevitable closing in on him. It would be worse if she heard it from
her mother.
"No, I'm sorry, but it's true," Jimmy said. "It was when you
thought I was doing chores for her."
Debbie wasn't ready to swallow it yet, but he had pricked her
certainty. They had been alone together. They had the opportunity.
"Why would my mother want to fuck you?" Debbie scoffed.
"She was... she was... kind of eager," Jimmy stared at his
hands, "I think she was real horny."
"You pig! My mother!? Why would you even make up a story like
this?! It's sick!"
It was no longer a question of whether it happened or not. The
basic dynamic was so disturbing even the discussion made Debbie's skin
crawl. She didn't want to think about it.
"I understand if you hate me, but I didn't mean to hurt you,"
Jimmy plowed on. "It just happened. I'll never do it again."
There was one part of his revelation that went as planned. Debbie
gave no thought to whether Jimmy or her mother ended it. That was the
mootest of moot points in her mind. But suddenly whether the story
was truth or fiction became an issue.
Debbie recalled her mother prying. Maybe that was her mother
trying to confess rather than interrogate. She was getting an eerie
feeling. What if Jimmy had fucked her mother? Her mother?
She couldn't even put good old familiar Jimmy in that picture.
She didn't want to think about it.
"Is this the truth?" she asked.
"Why would I make it up?" Jimmy returned her question unopened.
Jimmy had fucked her mother. He had been contentedly herding all
the cows in the family. It was funny in a way, but Debbie didn't feel
like laughing. She didn't feel like much of anything. She felt empty.
"I didn't want to tell you because I knew it wouldn't help,"
Jimmy said. "But I think your mother was going to and I wanted you to
hear it from me first. It just happened. I'm really sorry"
"Go away! I don't want to talk to you!" Debbie screeched.
"You avoiding an argument again?" Mrs. Tyler said too sweetly.
Jimmy was sure the neighbors heard Debbie yell. It was her fault.
She was the one that couldn't keep her mouth shut. Debbie was mad at
him because of her.
"We wouldn't be if you could keep your mouth shut," Jimmy
snapped.
Violet's history was jumbled. She was on a different page. She
figured that Jimmy was angry because of Debbie's intention to fuck
Bill. It was no worse for him than it was for her. She reacted
negatively to his martyred attitude.
"Look who's talking," she snorted. "Debbie wouldn't be after
other men if you'd kept your mouth shut."
Debbie? Other men? At the moment, betrayal wasn't an issue, at
least not by Debbie. What Jimmy heard was the pass back into Debbie's
good graces. If she was cheating too, then how mad could she be at him?
"She's your daughter," Jimmy picked an obvious and safe retort.
"Which you knew before we got involved, so don't blame me if your
girlfriend wants to give us both a taste of our own medicine," Violet
ranted.
Jimmy was getting a pretty complete picture. Only the face was
missing. He'd run around on her. Her turning the tables was his
medicine. It was confusing what it meant to Mrs. Tyler.
"Like it hurts you oh so much," Jimmy responded.
Like it hurt him oh so much. But all he had so far was shouted
accusations. He needed facts if he was to balance the ledger with
Debbie. Mrs. Tyler had the key and he was going to get it.
"Believe it or not, it does," Violet said with more control. "It
took a long time for me to open up to another man. Maybe I can see how
it is justice, but it hurts."
Jimmy was getting it now. Mrs. Tyler was being pretty dramatic,
but there was only one way to make the pieces fit. He had fucked her
mother and now Debbie was fucking her mother's boyfriend. But that made
no sense. Debbie only just found out.
Debbie was the one getting it. She really didn't want to think.
As soon as she chased Jimmy out of her room she felt trapped. She only
wanted it to go away, to not be true. The shouts from downstairs were
a welcome distraction. She went to the top of the stairs to listen.
She was finding out many things. For one, there was no more hope
that Jimmy was deluded. Even if she chose not to believe her mother
either, they were quarreling like lovers. That part was true.
And now she understood the scene with her mother at the door. She
had even unraveled the confusion that still baffled Jimmy. Her mother
thought Jimmy had told her before. She had been acting weird because
she was carrying that guilt. Good. She deserved it.
Without those clues she would never have made the next leap. But
now that she knew, she understood what her mother thought. It was
absurd to her own desire, but it did make some kind of fevered sense
for a guilt-ridden mother.
"You're making it up!" Jimmy accused, having found the weakness
in Violet's argument. "Debbie doesn't want anything like that."
"You didn't hear her insist on meeting him tonight," Violet said.
"It's not very nice when it's happening to you, is it?"
Debbie was in agreement there. It was ugly to even think about
Jimmy with her mother. Her being angry for him cheating on her, not so
much. It was different than another girl at school. It was worse, but
it carried none of the usual resentments she would feel.
Oh Jimmy, give it to me. Make this old woman young again with
the pecker of youth. Debbie couldn't face it, but it twisted into the
ridiculous to dance in front of her eyes. She could face the absurdity
if she couldn't look at the dark reality.
"It's not happening," Jimmy said. "That's all in your head."
Even Jimmy was getting it. Debbie knew it was only a matter of
moments before he said something to ruin her fun. She had nothing to
say. but she knew it was time to join the conversation. She got up and
cleared her throat.
"Am I allowed to hear this conversation, since it's all about me?"
she asked as she came down the stairs.
"Tell him," Violet said. "Tell him how you feel. Tell him what
you want. He won't believe me."
"That's because you're wrong, Mother," Debbie said curtly. "I
don't know how I feel and I only want it to not be true. That's what I
want."
"I am a dog, Debbie," Jimmy was back to his need to placate. "I
thought of you, but I didn't care. It was your mother. It was one
chance in a lifetime..."
He distracted Debbie for a moment. Something in his choice of
excuses resonated. She had a teacher. She would never tell him how she
felt, much less actually do it, but she understood impossible dreams.
But her business was with her mother and Jimmy needed to shut up.
"Then get down in the corner, dog," she turned on Jimmy. "I'll
speak to you when it's your turn."
Jimmy was cowed. He was also relieved of the burden of begging.
He shut up and stepped back.
"And just because I want to meet my new daddy doesn't mean I
want to fuck him. I'm not a slut like you," Debbie told her mother.
Violet bristled at the name. It might be true. She might call
herself that and worse, but she was the mother. Debbie should show
more respect.
"Honey, I'd explain if I could, but I can't," Violet said. "It
just happened. It had been so long and Jimmy caught me at a low point."
"Like you'd have to be scraping the bottom of the barrel to
want Jimmy?" Debbie was amusing herself turning her mother in circles.
"No- I didn't mean that," Violet chased her tail, "I had to be
desperate to do something I knew was so wrong."
"So how was he?" Debbie had gone cold.
She was beyond the thought of Jimmy with her mother only in
geography. She had passed it by to find this ground from which she
could hurt the one who had hurt her.
"Why are you asking that?" Violet sniffled.
"I want to know if it was worth it," Debbie said. "I want Jimmy
to know what you really think."
Violet could see the trap. She was not going to walk into it.
"We don't need to talk about it," Violet refused. "We need to get
past it. It will never happen again. That's all you need to know."
Debbie felt perverse. It was no longer about her mother and
Jimmy. She could feel the power of her position. It had become about
every mother-daughter issue they ever had. She wanted to rule.
"What if I want it to happen?" Debbie asked. "What if I think
it's a turn-on? What if I say get naked and do it right now so I can
watch?"
The words felt creepy coming out but that was quickly forgotten
as Debbie saw the impact of her words. Each one hit its mark with
visible effect. Her mother was shaken.
"It's disgusting for you to even think that," Violet recoiled.
"Get those ideas out of your head. I will never do anything like
that."
Which begged the question, why did she think Debbie was going to
fuck her boyfriend? There had been no loud protest when she thought
that was what Debbie wanted. Why hadn't she protested then?
Her mother was trapped. Debbie had yet to work out he exact
nature of the snare, but she knew how her mother was acting. She had
more power than she knew. She knew she could force her mother to do
just as she had said.
She didn't have to form images of her naked mother to feel the
thrill of that power. That was only a symbol of all she could command.
Now what of Jimmy? She was already largely in charge of their
relationship. Then again, he had gone off and found her mother on his
own. Even if she could understand how he had been tempted, he had still
cheated.
But Jimmy was a good boyfriend. He treated her good. She'd never
find another boy who could eat pussy like he did. And she had this
guilt like a collar around his neck. She'd be hard put to find another
boy she could rule so completely.
"Don't worry, Mother, I'm not a pervert like you," Debbie finally
decreed. "But you know you would do it if I told you. You know you'd
have to. Just remember that."
Debbie didn't know what she was talking about, but she knew she
was right. Her mother's reaction confirmed it. The rush of power Debbie
felt was almost like lust. It was good to be Queen.
-----
Jimmy couldn't keep still. Debbie was happy for the confirmation,
but the activity was irritating. She jabbed him with her elbow.
It wasn't joy unalloyed for him to watch. There was conflict in
him in addition to the straining hard-on. Debbie had no idea what the
conflict was and she was barely less ignorant than Jimmy.
He was excited. He could forget that debate. Watching this
stranger fuck Mrs. Tyler had turned him on. He didn't know why and he
wasn't sure he wanted to know. It wasn't the easiest thing to watch.
Debbie interest was also far from prurient. She was interested
in Bill's dick, for comparison purposes, but watching the back of a
paunchy man bounce up and down on her mother was more disturbing than
erotic.
She wasn't there for erotic. She was there for punishment. She
was there to witness the proof of her new power. Her mother knew they
were watching. She was to bring Bill home for that purpose. She was
to fuck him on her bed, knowing they would watch.
Debbie had worked out the source of her power. She had divided
it into levels. They could always report her for statutory rape if it
came to that. Then there were neighborhood gossips. There was Bill, who
even now was giving Debbie more ammunition to use on her mother.
Debbie had nothing but vague plans for that power. It was enough
to feel she was in charge.
"Now what?" Jimmy whispered when Bill went to the john.
Debbie pulled him back and down the hall to her room. They had
seen enough to use on her mother. She was having a harder time finding
a way of punishing Jimmy. Perhaps she'd have to settle for the uneasy
feelings he got watching another man fuck her mother.
She had instantly taken a hold of relegating Jimmy to pussy
eating for a long, long time. But he enjoyed that too much. He seemed
to miss sex, but not enough.
"Okay, Jimmy, show me your hard-on," Debbie was going to
experiment.
"Now stroke it for me," she said.
Billy didn't look happy. She was getting that part right. But
she wasn't happy either. Watching Billy yank his crank was mildly
interesting but not exciting. It was punishing him, and doing her no
good. It was a stupid option.
"Okay, quit it," Debbie said. "You ought to be doing something
nice for me, but, damn it, don't enjoy it."
Maybe he didn't need to be punished. He was a dog. He couldn't
help it. And there was no point in cutting off his sex if it cut off
hers.
She could take it out on her mother. Life had to go through the
dark before the days were all sunshine, it seemed to Debbie.
Everything felt pretty bright as she lay back and felt Jimmy's
hard cock slide into her. He'd enjoy it despite her words. She knew
that. But that wasn't the point any more. The point was that she would
enjoy it.
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