======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST Mike15b Maude From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Date: 4 Jul 1996 18:00:16 GMT If you like thise story, please archive it. CONTINUED FROM PART a It was Vivian Harmon, our next-door neighbor. Grandma called out that she'd be right down, and she left right away. "Just ... just get cleaned up and get in bed," she said over her shoulder. I sat in the tub awhile longer. I felt kinda lazy, like I usually did right after I came. Plus I was still thinking about what happened. My grandma was pretty -- oh, she was no model or nothing, but when she smiled her whole face lit up, and sometimes when she got all dressed up to go out I could see her body looked younger than she was. Well, the water started to cool off so I got out and was drying myself off when I heard someone in the bedroom. I figured it was Grandma again, but was I surprised when the door opened! Vivian came walking in, saying something about how Grandma had gone next door to argue with some painters for her and asked Vivian to take care of me while she was gone. I was so surprised to see her I dropped my towel, but I grabbed it back off the floor right away and held it in front of me as I backed up against the sink. "Auntie Viv! What... uh, I'm ... could you please leave?" She arched one eyebrow and looked me up and down. I hung my head down, but she said, "Why, Philip, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about. You are a very good- looking young man. ... Very good-looking." She chuckled. "I'll let you finish in here. I'll just wait in the bedroom, OK? You sure you'll be all right? Maude said you were hurt pretty badly. You do look the worse for wear." I insisted I'd be OK and she left. I dried off and looked around, but Grandma hadn't left me any clothes. I grabbed the biggest towel I could find and wrapped it around my waist. Vivian was sitting next to my bed. The light coming in from the window made a halo around the soft brown hair that looked like a cloud around her face. Lots of clouds today, I laughed to myself. "What's so funny?" "Oh, nothing," I said. I started to go to my dresser but thought better of it. Didn't want to change in front of her, and she didn't look like she was about to go anywhere. I crawled under the covers, taking the towel with me. "Maude told me what happened," she said abruptly. I looked over. "Like a knight in shining armor," she went on, "defending his lady's honor. Or in this case, his mother's." I was getting embarrassed again. Billy had pretty much beaten me to a pulp and everyone was making me out to be some kind of hero. "You acted very grown-up today," Vivian said as she shifted in her chair. Auntie Vivian was shorter than Grandma, and younger too. Her faced looked a little funny, like it was all pulled tight around the sides. But she was still pretty, and as she crossed her legs I admired her slim, shapely legs. She was still talking, going on about how brave I was and how nice it was to defend my mom and stuff. Then she got this odd look on her face, kind of like a glow. She stopped talking and just looked at me. I squirmed. "You did something very nice for your mother today," she said in a hushed voice. "Would you like to do something nice for me, too?" I didn't know what to say. I just looked at her and finally figured, well, Auntie Vivian was usually nice to me. So I nodded. Then she stood up and reached down and I couldn't believe it. She picked up the bottom of her blue dress, reached underneath and pulled down a pair of black silk panties. I just stared as she pulled them off and stepped out of them. I think she said something about my learning to be a man or something, but I wasn't really listening. My heart started to beat really fast and my palms got a little sweaty. Auntie Vivian climbed onto the bed, facing away from me, and lifted her dress so her butt was starting me right in the face! At first I was confused; I had started to think she might, you know, fuck me, but this wasn't how that looked in the magazines I had stashed at the bottom of my sock drawer. Then I remembered another picture. "Do you want me to lick you?" I asked. "Oh, yes, Philip, what a smart boy you are!" Auntie Vivian laughed and lowered herself onto my face. She didn't smell as bad as I had feared, but I wasn't completely sure what was going on and I didn't know just what I was supposed to lick -- not her asshole, I hoped. But she talked me through it, teaching me to lick around the outside of her pussy and nuzzle right up to it. Then she had me stick my tongue inside her -- it tasted different, but not bad. In fact, pretty soon I got to like it and I pushed my tongue way inside her. It was hot in there, and she was getting really wet and stuff was oozing out around my tongue and all onto my face. Auntie Vivian was moaning and twisting around. I couldn't see anything, 'cause my face was right up to her and her dress had fallen back around me. But I could hear her and she sounded like she was getting really excited. "Oh, you're a good pussy licker," she said. "Stick your tongue in deeper. As deep as you can!" I felt something inside her, hard and small, and when I licked it she bucked back really hard so I was afraid I'd done something wrong. But then she explained that that was her clit and it felt really good to be touched, so I played with it, licking it and sucking it and even nipping at it with my teeth. Auntie Vivian kept encouraging me so I kept on sucking at her. My dick was tenting up the bedsheet by now, I guess, because she made some comment about it and even touched it through the sheet. But right then she started to buck even faster and her cunt started moving around so fast I couldn't keep up and she let out a long moan and collapsed on top of me. She might have done more to me, I think, but then we heard Grandma calling from downstairs. Auntie Vivian jumped up really quick and called out that she was coming down. She grabbed her panties and walked out, smoothing down her dress, and she told me I'd better get cleaned up. I wiped off my face and had crawled back into bed by the time Grandma came upstairs again. She started telling me about what she'd done, arguing with some painter who didn't want to do what Vivian had asked him. Grandma was really good at arguing, so lots of people asked her to help. Anyway, I didn't get to hear the end of the story because Grandma stopped and pointed to the bed. My dick was still hard, and it was sticking up in the middle of the sheet. And there was even a little stain at the very top. "Did I do that to you?" Grandma asked. Well, what could I say? I didn't want to get Auntie Vivian in trouble. So I said "yes." Well, Grandma got a far-away look in her eye and she just stood there a few seconds. Then she looked down at me. "Do you really think I'm sexy? An old grandmother like me?" I just nodded. "That's a very sweet thing to tell me, Philip." She started to say something else, but she stopped and turned away. "No, I shouldn't. I can't! He's my grandson." I figured it was my fault that she felt bad, so I tried to make her feel better. "It's OK, Grandma! I mean, Maude. It's not your fault you're so good-looking." She turned back to me then and caught me. My cock had been beginning to ache, so I was rubbing it underneath the sheet. "You poor boy," Grandma said. "Here you are with a problem and I'm worried about myself. I bet I know what you want. You want to relieve that hard cock of yours, don't you? You want your grandmother to suck it for you, don't you?" I'd never heard Grandma use a word like that. But it wasn't just what she said. She reached out and pulled back the covers so I was exposed, and then she crawled up between my legs. I looked down, and my cock was waving in the air right in front of my grandmother's nose, and she was smiling up at me. Her breath was hot on my cock, and I held my breath as she took hold of it and pulled it toward her. Then she opened her mouth and took me inside! This was way better than anything else! Her lips tightened around it, like I would do with my fingers when I masturbated. But this felt lots better. And I could feel her tongue sliding around the head, poking at the very tip. "Oh, Grandma!" I said. "That feels so good!" Then she started moving up and down on it. I got so excited looking at my cock sliding out of my grandmother's mouth that I almost came right then, but she squeezed the base of my dick with her hand and that seemed to stop it. Her mouth was all warm and wet and she kept her lips tight around me. She even licked the underside, the real sensitive part. Her hands were massaging my chest and I pulled one up and started licking at it. I'm not sure why I did that, but it seemed to make her happy. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked really hard on my cock. It got even harder and then I couldn't hold back any longer and I let loose and Grandma didn't even flinch, she just swallowed it all. In fact, she even licked a few drops of cum off the tip of my cock when I was done. "Thank you, Maude," I said. "You can call me Grandma," she said, and then she tucked the covers back over me and left, closing the drapes so I could sleep. I must have slept for three or four hours, because I didn't wake up until I heard the doorknob turning. It was my mom, Carol. She must have just gotten home from work, because she still had on her office clothes. Now, my mom isn't a bad lady, but you could see why Billy said some of the stuff he did. She was really, really pretty, and no matter what she wore it showed. She has really dark black hair, lots of it, and it shows off really nice against her smooth white skin. And she wears short skirts a lot, so you can see her long legs, and usually a pair of silky stockings like that day, and high heels. But most of all, she has really, really big breasts. You'd almost think they'd tip her over, they stick out so much. And sometimes she wears these tight sweaters, especially the ones with stripes across the chest, and that makes it even more obvious. But at work she usually just wears a blouse and a jacket, like that day. The jacket and her skirt were bright red, and she looked really great. Well, right away she walks in and starts asking me about what happened and wanting to look at the bruises and scratches. They didn't hurt so much by then, but I guess they still looked pretty bad because she started oohing and aahing over me. And I guess Grandma had told her pretty much what I'd said, because she said she was proud of me for sticking up for her -- even though I should have found some way out of fighting. And she asked me if I was ashamed of the way she looked. "No!" I said, really loud. "You're beautiful. I think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world, and I'd say that even if you weren't my mom. All my friends think so. Last week, Eddie Packer said you were even sexier than Raquel Welch." Well, there I'd gone and said something without thinking again. Mom had been caressing my forehead but she just stopped and looked at me then, and then looked at herself. I tried to apologize, but she said it was OK. "Gee, Mom ... Carol -- I love you," I said. "I'd do anything for you, really I would." Mom bent down and kissed me on the forehead, and then on the lips. It was just a little peck, but when I reached up to hug her she stumbled a little and pressed down harder. And then I felt something come over me and I held onto her and kissed her back, and I felt something hot and wet slide across my lips and she had her tongue in my mouth! And I touched it with mine, and it was like a lightning bolt. Pretty soon Mom was on the bed next to me and we were kissing and hugging and nuzzling. I put all my love into it and it felt like my mom was loving me back. But then she jumped back all of a sudden and put her hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, Mom!" I said. "It's not your fault," she said quickly. "It's mine! I'm your mother! I don't know what got into me. Oh, God, what did I do?" She was still sitting on the bed, and I sat up and hugged her close and tried to tell her not to worry. She was crying a little, so I reached out and wiped the tears away from her smooth cheek. And then she turned to me, and I kissed her again. And this time she kissed me back, and soon our tongues were together again, and we were holding each other tight. I pulled her back down on top of me and we kept on kissing. It felt so good I didn't want to stop. When Mom started to pull back again, I reached up and kissed her on the neck and all around and she fell back down onto me. "Oh, Mom," I whispered into her ear, "You make feel so good. Can I do something for you?" She didn't know what I meant, so I crawled onto the floor and knelt in front of her and started to pull down her skirt and her pantyhose. She tried to stop me, but I told her I wanted to show her how much I loved her. "Wh-where did you learn something like this?" "From Auntie Vivian," I said. Mom just fell back onto the bed and I pulled her stuff off and crawled in between her legs and did just like Auntie Vivian had told me. Mom had even more hair down there than Auntie Vivian did. I rubbed her hairy mound with one hand while I spread her pussy lips apart with the other. Pretty soon I had my tongue inside her. Mom grabbed hold of my head and pushed me into her, moaning "Yes, son, oh, God, yes, that's so good!" I was in heaven, lapping at my mother's cunt. I found her clit, too, and she shrieked a little. "Oh, God, oh, God, yes, right there, Philip!" She started writhing around on the bed, getting all tangled in the sheets, and I kept sucking at her dripping cunt. Eventually she started groaning and then she went stiff as a board and then shuddered over and over again and she pushed my head away. By that time my cock was so stiff and sore I knew that if I didn't do something about it soon I'd just die. So I stood up and pressed the tip of it against the entrance to my mother's cunt. She just looked up at me and shook her head. "No, Philip, don't do it! We can't!" "Oh, Mommy, I have to! Please, Mommy, I want you so bad!" She just sighed and spread her legs wider and my cock slipped right in. I held it inside her. She was so hot and wet and her pussy squeezed around my cock, it was even better than Auntie Vivian's mouth. Pretty soon I started moving back and forth and Mom started moving with me. "That's it, Philip, sweetie, push it into me. Oh, God, yes, fuck your mother's cunt, Philip! Make Mommy cum again! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock!" What she said made me even hornier and I started bucking really fast, pumping away at her hot box. I reached down to touch her and my mom ripped open her blouse and popped off her bra. I'd seen her in a bikini before, so I knew how round and full her breasts were, but I'd never seen them all the way like this. Her nipples were the size of my little finger, and they stood out in dark circles about as big around as saucers. "Touch Mommy's breasts," she said, and I did. I shook with excitement. I kneaded the massive globes and when she told me to suck them, I bent down and took them into my mouth one at a time. I couldn't get much of them in, they were so big, but I licked them all around and I suckled at her nipples. She pressed me down into them and I almost thought I 'd suffocate. Still I was pumping away at her cunt, and her legs closed in around my waist and she pumped right back. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck your mother harder!" She reached down and put her fingers around my cock when it slid out of her pussy and she squeezed and rubbed it, urging me to go faster. Then she had another orgasm and I held on as she bounced underneath me. After that she made me stop. When she saw the look on my face she laughed. "It's not over yet, Philip," she said. "Just hang on a second." She sat up on the bed and peeled off the rest of her clothes. Her breasts jiggled and I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Go ahead," she said, and I reached for them again, massaging them as she slipped out of her blouse and jacket. Then she told me to lay back on the bed and she crawled on top of me. As I held her hips she lowered her cunt onto my cock and we started pumping away again. "Grab my tits," Mom said, and I did. "Squeeze my nipples," she said, and I did that too. She took my cock all the way into her cunt and her crotch ground against mine as we fucked away. We moved together like a dance team or something, she said. I guess she meant the way we matched our thrusts. Her pussy was really soaking wet by this time, and juices were streaming out and covering my crotch. The room seemed to be getting really steamy and there was a thick odor that was something like Auntie Vivian's cunt but also different. After awhile, Mom got off me and turned around. She motioned me to come up behind her and she reached back and guided my cock into her cunt again. As it slid in, she moaned and said "God, you're still so hard! I've never had any man like you! You're fucking your mother's brains out, do you know that?" That made me hot and I slammed my cock into her. She groaned again and I kept it up, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward. "I'm gonna fuck you, Mom," I shouted. "I'm gonna shoot into your cunt!" My cock got bigger and I started to tense up. Mom started bucking back at me faster. "Cum inside me, Philip! Fill your mother's cunt! I want you to FUCK ME HARDER!" This time I felt like my balls were going to swell up and explode. I was right on the edge but nothing happened and I just kept pumping and pumping. My whole crotch was aching and I could feel every nerve in my cock being massaged by my mom's hot cunt. I grabbed at her tits, hanging low, and squeezed them hard. My mom was shouting all sorts of stuff and I was moaning and groaning and finally I felt the cum boil out of me and burn through my cock and I shot it all deep inside my mother's pussy, wave after wave of cum pulsing through me. She came with me. "Yes, yes, Oh, God, yesssssssss!" After our shudders subsided and we lay next to each other on the bed, holding each other close, my mother caressed my cheek. I nuzzled into her neck. "Mmmmm, Philip. Did your Auntie Vivian teach you all that?" "No, Mom," I said. "Some of it just came naturally, I guess." I thought of how the day began, and smiled. "And then there's Maude." Mom grinned. "Well, right on, Maude," she said.