("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Mom Candi, The School Slut by Rachael Ross (rache696@yahoo.com) *** Candi is the hottest girl on the planet and determined to prove it, much to the delight of her junior high school classmates... But that isn't really great news for Jack, is it? (F/M-teen, underage, inc, oral) *** Author Note: Original publication of this article appeared in the October 1951 issue of Sexy Science Projects! *** "Here comes Candi!" Ritchie exclaimed. "Oh shit!" Mark jerked away from his locker, dropping a half-dozen notebooks to the floor. "Where?" Todd whipped his head left and then right. "Oh yeah!" All three of my best friends stood there in the school hallway, lined up like soldiers for inspection. Sucking in their guts and pushing out their chests, as if fifteen-year-old boys had any. Well, Ritchie was sorta chubby, but you get the picture. They smiled and giggled like nervous little girls, glancing at each other just to make sure they weren't alone, but mostly keeping their eyes glued on the hottest girl in the universe. "Hi Candi... Hey Candi... What's up Candi?" they all said at once. She smiled back, sparing each of them just a fraction of her attention, because Candi never completely ignored anyone. She gave them a wave, a flitter of her eyes and a flutter of her fingers, just a little pink tongue between her pouting red lips. Only enough to give them a sliver of hope, like maybe they had a chance, which they did, to be perfectly honest about it. Anyone with a hard cock and less than five legs had a shot at Candi, but this morning she only had baby blue eyes for me. "Hey Jack," she said, stepping close enough to rub her perfect tits against my chest. "I forgot to give you something..." Candi's left thigh, bare beneath the short pleats of her cheer skirt, slid between my legs and upward. I offered her an involuntary gasp as she found my crotch, my balls and throbbing cock, giving me a serious rub with her leg while her hands reached around to grab my ass. I had no choice except to take the thirteen-year-old by the hips. She'd have fallen at my feet otherwise, but I'm sure the thought hadn't even occurred to her. Candi knew I'd catch her; boys always did. "Uh... What's that, Mom?" I asked, feeling my face redden with the word. "Your allowance," she breathed, looking upward to find my eyes. "It's Friday. You should have reminded me." "Sorry," I mumbled, wincing slightly as Candi's smooth, tanned thigh moved against my aching dick. "You're so tense!" She giggled, massaging my butt through my jeans, really digging her small fingers into me. "Do you want Mommy to take care of that after homeroom?" "Uhhh..." I blinked and gave my head the tiniest shake. "No, Mom... I'm, uh... I'm okay." "Well," she sighed doubtfully. "You just let me know if you do. Give Mommy a kiss now." I tried to kiss her cheek, knowing I had no choice. Candi got what Candi wanted and it wasn't a peck on the dimple. She caught my mouth with hers, slipping her long, delicate tongue between my lips and we frenched- out hot and heavy for thirty seconds at least. Candi's tits, those amazingly large, firm breasts that had no business being anywhere near a junior high school, pressed against my chest through her cheer top. The bulge of my erection found her taut belly, and my family jewels rode her thigh with an instinctive grind of pure pleasure. "Oh!" I gasped, blinking rapidly as I suddenly spilled in my pants. "Jack!" Candi giggled and licked her lips, feeling my cock spasm violently within the warm, and now very wet confines of my underwear. "Oh Man!" Ritchie laughed. "Did he blow?" Mark asked nobody in particular. "Jeeze, Jack!" Todd shook his head. "You shoulda jerked off this morning, dude!" "He should have!" Candi agreed, pouting as she let me go, planting both feet firmly on the floor. "Alright, young man. Come on, let's get you cleaned up before the bell rings." "But, Mom!" I frowned, blushing beneath the stares and whispers of fifty kids. The hallway was crowded and Candi always got a lot of attention anyway. "No buts!" She reached for my crotch and I shivered as she gave my still spurting cock a squeeze. We both felt the semen squishing around my dick and balls. I came a lot. She led me by my trousers, by my penis really, pulling me behind her like a little kid at the mall and into the boys bathroom. A dozen other guys followed us in, of course, but nobody was going to say anything. Candi probably spent more time in the boys bathroom than she did in the girls and the principal didn't even seem to care. Maybe because she always ate her lunch in the teacher lounge, I wasn't sure. "Take off your pants, Jack," Candi told me, but I didn't know why. She was already on her knees and unbuckling my belt all by herself. "I've told you a thousand times, a boy your age has to jerk off before breakfast!" "I know, Mom." I nodded, looking up at the ceiling and biting my lip, burning with humiliation. "That's why I gave you those pictures of me," she sighed, unsnapping my jeans and dropping the zipper. "You didn't sell them, did you, Jack?" "N-No, Mom!" I cleared my throat. "I like your pictures a lot, but..." "I guess I'll just have to start jerking you off myse... Oh! Jack! What a mess!" Candi clucked her tongue as she peeled my briefs down my thighs. My cock, which hadn't gone soft at all, sprang out immediately, slapping my mom's chin with a loud, wet shmwap! "Sorry," I breathed. "Hey!" Candi said at the same time. "You're not going to cum again, are you?" "Huh?" "I'd better make sure," she decided, taking my cum soaked erection into her warm, wet mouth. I felt my knees weaken as her tongue tickled the underside and then swirled around the sensitive head. "Oh! Ummm... Mom!" I shivered and my hands went to her head, my fingers digging into her thick, golden hair as she slid her lips down the shaft. "Umph!" Candi opened her throat without much more than a soft swallowing noise, and every inch of my penis was buried in her beautiful face. Her pert, upturned nose poked into my stomach, my balls were tight against her chin, and Mom's luscious lips were snug around the very root of my aching manhood. "Oh shit, dude!" Ritchie said. "I can see it going down!" Mark told everyone. "She swallowed his dick!" "Fuck!" Todd laughed. "She's licking his balls too!" That was a fact. Even with my cock stretching Candi's tight throat, with her moist lips sealed around the base of my straining prick, she somehow managed to push out her tongue and tickle my semen stained ball sack. If I hadn't just blown a huge load five minutes before, I'd have totally lost it! Candi's throat muscles seemed to ripple around my cock, squeezing the head and shaft. She made swallowing noises and I felt the contractions tugging at my manhood like the softest, most gentle fist imaginable. My mom was the best cocksucker in the world, no doubt about it! "Mmmmwaaah!" She pulled off my cock with a happy gasp, flushed and breathing hard. Candi smiled at me as she moved her head around, playing with my glistening cock and letting it rub across her cheeks and nose while she held my ass in her hands. She tilted her head upward and pursed her lips, dragging a long kiss along the underside of my dick until she could mouth my balls, washing away the salty spend of my earlier orgasm. She took my baby makers in her mouth one at a time, rolling them with her tongue, drawing the skin of my scrotum tight before letting my testicles pop out of her mouth with a distinctive, wet plop. Then she really went to work, knowing our time was short. The bell would ring any minute and Candi never started what she couldn't finish! She bobbed her head up and down, fucking my cock with her mouth, breathing through her nose, and not gagging even once. The girl just didn't have a gag reflex. If my cock went too deep, she merely swallowed around it, giving me her throat for a second. Up and down, back and forth, making loud, sloppy noises that filled the bathroom. Spit and pre-cum spilled from the corners of her mouth, drooling down her chin to drip onto her breasts as they heaved with the effort. "Ahhh... Oh! Mom... I'm gonna cum!" I groaned, trying to hold myself back, but Candi had other ideas. She slid her middle finger up my tightly clenched ass and tickled my prostate, knowing exactly what that would do to me. "Ulmph!" She swallowed hard and fast, drinking my hot, incestuous spunk straight from the tap as I gasped and flexed my knees and arched my back, thrusting my cock deep inside her sucking mouth. "Oh God! Please!" I nearly sobbed with the raw joy of shooting my cum directly into her tummy. Once again Candi had my cock in her throat, and this time she wasn't going to pull off until I'd finished. Jesus! That little girl could hold her breath! "Hmmmm..." She sat back on her heels a minute later, drinking cool air and smiling up at me. "Feeling better, Jack?" "Y-Yeah, Mom." I nodded, glancing over my shoulder to see my three friends sharing whispers and chuckles with a bunch of other guys. "Good!" she said. "Now I can clean up your mess!" I'd sort of forgotten about that, but Candi hadn't. I felt more than a little embarrassed as my mom started sucking the cum out of my underwear, but how else was she going to do it? Candi would push the cotton inside- out, taking my briefs into her mouth and washing the sperm soaked fabric with her tongue. How well that worked, I had no idea, but I didn't stop her. I couldn't stop her. Candi did what Candi wanted, and sucking cum out of my underwear was one of her sixteen favorite things. Sometimes I thought she made me spill in my shorts on purpose, you know? "Now..." Mom said after five minutes of washing my briefs, having pulled them back into place and leaving me to fix my pants, "Where's my purse?" She gave me twenty dollars, my allowance, and quick kiss on the lips as the bell for homeroom started ringing. "Have a nice day, dear!" she said with a cheerful smile and a wave of her fingers. "Okay, Mom," I agreed, nodding and walking a little funny because my underwear felt pretty damp, but with spit more than semen. "I wanna fuck your mom so bad!" Ritchie sighed. "Take a number," I said, knowing I'd have to listen to stuff like that all day long. "I got number seventeen," Mark chuckled. "Right after lunch." "How'd you get that?" Todd frowned, holding up number thirty-five. "I bought it off Dave," he said. "Thirty bucks." "You paid thirty bucks?" I rolled my eyes. "Fuck! It's worth it," Ritchie said. "I'll give you forty for it." "No way, dude!" Mark laughed, putting his ticket in his wallet. "If I don't fuck her today, my balls are gonna explode!" "No shit!" Todd agreed. "Man! That chick's so hot!" "You're so lucky, man!" Ritchie told me. "You got no idea!" "Right!" I laughed unhappily. "I bet I do!" They didn't understand why I wasn't all excited about Candi, but they didn't know what it was like. My mom was the biggest slut in school, maybe in the whole city, and that might have been fine for them, but I loved her. I mean, she's my mom, you know? Sometimes I really wished my dad hadn't built that regression machine and I really wished he hadn't tried it out on Mom first. I bet Dad was sorry he let his thirteen-year-old slut of a wife use it on him too, but how sorry can a two-year-old be? Mom swore it was an accident. At least Grandma was happy and she loved babysitting Dad while Mom was in school. Grandpa wasn't too thrilled, but only because the machine had broken down and nobody could fix it... except Dad. When he got older again, I mean. Gramps had been looking forward to being sixteen again, but now he just grumped a lot and he'd look at Dad and say, "Hurry up, George!" But that never did any good. All Grandpa could do was wait and Dad didn't seem to be in any hurry to grow up. The End Visit my website for further disinformation: http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 70