Thursday, July 11, 2013

THE SOMERS SeXStoRY

Chapter 1 Missy Somers lay back on her bed with a sigh. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Her b*****r Donnie was coming home after an entire year at military school – no breaks and no holidays. She'd been thinking about him a lot as the day for his homecoming neared. Donnie was a year older than her sixteen years, and he was as cute as any teen heartthrob you cared to name. And she wanted to fuck him. Oh she knew that it was something wrong, taboo, disgusting and just plain yucky to contemplate, but he was all she could think of. She squirmed on her bed, loving the feel of her pink satin pajamas against her skin. She rubbed the slick material over her nipples and wondered if he ever thought of her that way. "Mmmm...Donnie," she whispered as she unbuttoned her top and gently massaged her B-cup sized breast. She'd caught him looking at her tits a time or two. And why not? She was cute with a nice figure – all her friends said so. She was a slender five foot six, with soft brown eyes and dark hair cut in a pixyish bob. Missy kicked off the fuzzy pink bunny slippers that matched her pj's. Quickly, she stripped off her pants and her bikini panties. Both her parents were out of the house and she loved the rush of freedom that she felt as she spread her legs. She unbuttoned her top and exposed her pert tits. Her nipples were nice and pointed with her arousal. She tweaked them between forefinger and thumb, sending a shiver of desire through her frame. She began to massage her clit with two fingers. She loved to masturbate to the fantasy of what Donnie could do to her body. She made lazy circles with her fingers above her clitoral hood. When the sexual warmth began to fade she whipped her fingers back and forth to renew the tension. . "Mmmm... that's so nice, Donnie," she said trying imagine his hands down there, arousing her, making her dizzy with lust. She moved her fingers to her vaginal lips. They were already wet with her juices. Damn, she was a horny bitch today. She slipped a finger into her cunt, feeling the slick inner walls. She began to finger fuck herself, imaging that Donnie lay on top of her with his dick plunging in and out of her willing pussy. She worked a second finger into her pulsing cunt. After all, his cock was at least that big – hell, probably bigger. She'd never seen her b*****r naked since they'd been little. But a couple of years ago she had caught him coming out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his jockey shorts. Her eyes had locked on the sideways bulge in those shorts. She had replayed that picture in her mind a thousand times. Was his cock that big when it was limp, or had he been playing with himself in the bathroom? She knew guys did that stuff a lot. Probably no more than you do, she told herself as her fingers pounded in and out of her slick cunt. "Oh yeah... fuck me, Donnie... fuck me," she moaned as her head whipped back and forth, and her hips gyrated on the bed. She bent her legs so that she could work her pussy and clit at the same time. The pleasure mounted until it sent her into a mindless orgasm. Her back arched and her hips humped up and down uncontrollably. "Oh shit, Donnie... OH YES, she cried out. She stared sightlessly at the ceiling as the waves of sexual release rolled through her cunt. Missy fell over on her side. As her breathing returned to normal her sexual frustration returned. One orgasm, no matter how good, was never enough when she felt like this. She grabbed one of her spare pillows and crammed it between her legs. She rolled over on top and began to hunch her hips and to rub her clit against the pillows softness. A few more orgasms would keep her libido down, at least until tomorrow when Donnie was due home. * Missy and her parents, Robert and Helen Somers, met Donnie at the airport the following day. She squealed out his name as he emerged from the flow of arriving passengers. He looked very handsome in his school uniform of light blue shirt and navy slacks. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. Wow, he must have grown two inches in the last year, she thought as she gave him a solid kiss on the cheek. Donnie repeated the hug and kiss routine with his mother and then he shared a hearty handshake with his dad. About eighteen months ago, Donnie had gone joyriding with some neighborhood boys. Their car had struck a SUV carrying a f****y of four. Two of the f****y members had sustained severe injuries. Donnie swore that he hadn't known that the car was stolen before he got in. Robert had huddled with Donnie's attorney and the district attorney, and they had hammered out a deal. Donnie would spend the balance of his high school years at a strict military school and, providing he did well, his juvenile record would be expunged. To everyone's mild surprise, Donnie had excelled at the school. He had even been named a squad leader over a dozen other first year cadets. After a long lunch at a chain restaurant, the f****y made its way home. Missy went to her room and changed into a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a tee shirt that was a size too small. She couldn't wait to talk to Donnie alone so she went to his room, tapped on the door and then entered. Donnie had already stripped down to his underwear. His uniform as well as his duffle bag lay on his bed. He was pawing through a dresser drawer, apparently looking for something much more casual to wear. "Hey," he said when Missy entered and closed the door behind her. "Hey," she said. Her eyes lingered on his lean, hard body. "Wow, you've been working out, haven't you?" Donnie saw the appreciation in her eyes and blushed. "Yeah, calisthenics at dawn everyday plus sports will do that to you," he said. He liked that way she was looking at him. And he liked the way she looked to. Her shorts revealed practically every inch of her slim, tan legs, and the way her tee-shirt was stretched across her breasts didn't exactly leave him guessing about them either. "You're looking good too, Lil' Miss s*s," he said, using his pet name for her. Suddenly he felt an erection begin. Damn, this isn't supposed to be happening, he thought. She's my s****r. But he had to admit that he had awakened many a morning with a raging hard-on and the memory of his s****r in his dreams. And now she was here, looking like that – even hotter than he remembered. Missy saw the way her b*****r was drinking in the sight of her body. She could even see the effect she was having on his cock. Was this her chance – so soon? Without giving herself an opportunity to consider her actions, she went his side. Her fingers slid across the warm, soft ridges of his pecs and abs. "Thanks," she said barely above a whisper. "I can't tell you how much I missed having you around. "Hey, I really missed you too," he said. The stared into each other's eyes for a long moment and then suddenly they were kissing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their open mouths hotly twisted against one another, and Donnie kneaded the twin globes of Missy's ass as he pressed his growing cock against her. Oh my god, he wants this as much as I do, she thought. Missy became more daring and let her hands rove all over his back and his hard muscled ass. She stopped kissing and hooked her fingers in the waist band of his briefs and pulled them down. His fully erect cock sprang up between them. "Oh my god, Donnie," your cock is beautiful and so big. She ran her hand ran the length of his hot meat and cupped his balls. "Is...is this alright?" Donnie asked. "I mean we're b*****r and s****r... and all." Missy answered by stroking his dick faster. "You're all I can think about," she said. "Don't you want it too?" He reached out and caressed her jutting breasts. He could feel her hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra and tee-shirt. "Oh shit yes, that feels so damn good," he said as a reply. Moving as one they lay on Donnie's bed. They faced one another and Missy raised her leg. Donnie took that as an invitation and began to massage her pussy through her shorts. "Down a bit," she said. He moved his hand an inch and was rewarded with a gasp from Missy. "Oh that's it," she said and began to grind her hot cunt against his hand. They worked at pleasuring each other, their breath coming faster each second. "I want to fuck," Missy said suddenly. "Whaaa...?" cried Donnie and his cock exploded. Ropes of thick boy cream erupted from his cock-slit. Two big streams landed on Missy's arm and then more of the stuff ran down his engorged cock and covered her hand. That seemed to trigger her own orgasm, as she trapped his fingers against her trembling pussy. When they had regained their breath, Missy's hand was still firmly wrapped around his cock. Donnie looked at all the cum he'd produced and said, "Hang on a sec." He reached into his open duffle and pulled out a tee-shirt. He carefully wiped up the evidence. "I guess you'll have to volunteer to do your own laundry," Missy said with a gleam in her eye and they both laughed. But then her face turned serious. "I mean it," she said. "I know how to do laundry," Donnie said. "I mean I'm serious about us having sex." She had never really stopped stroking his cock and it was already returning to life. Donnie glanced at the door. "We can't," he said. "Mom or Dad could walk in here any second. "Not now, silly," Missy said. "We'll wait until they've gone to bed. You know they won't hear anything." Donnie knew that was true. They lived in an oversized ranch style house. The master bedroom was an old converted porch on one end of the house and the k**'s rooms were completely on the other side. Donnie bit at his lower lip. "This a lot to process you know. I'm home for less than an when my s****r jacks me off and then declares that she wants to screw me." Missy unzipped her shorts. She took Donnie's hand and put it between her legs. "See how wet I am for you," she said. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about you feeling my up just like this." It was all he could do not to throw her on the bed and fuck her right that moment. "Alright, after Mom and Dad have gone to bed then." he said in a trembling voice. "Cool," Missy said, and then she gave him another kiss - this one on the cheek. She actually skipped out the door. Donnie couldn't believe it. His own s****r was coming on to him, and he liked it – a lot. He stroked his cock a couple of times. It was back to full hardness already. He was like that. He could cum and pretty much keep his hard-on. He'd spent many a night just after lights-out quietly beating his meat in his bed, thinking of some sexy TV star – or Missy, sometimes. He'd shoot his load into a wad of tissue, only to do it again the next morning before arising. "Mmm...Missy," he said softly as his hand flashed up and down his dick. He was already on the edge of an orgasm. He imagined what it would feel like with Missy and that put him over the top. He fumbled for his already cummy tee-shirt, and barely got it in place before he fired off another heavy load. He felt as if he could stay hard even longer, but then he looked down at his throbbing member and told it, "Easy, boy, we wouldn't want to disappoint Missy tonight." With a grin he began to dress. Donnie had grown accustomed to keeping a neat room, so he unpacked and got everything squared away. At that point, he realized that he really did need to do laundry. He was down to his last pair of clean underwear. * Helen heard movement in the f****y's laundry room. It was a small space next to the kitchen just big enough to hold a washer, dryer and a clothes rack. She saw Donnie sorting through a laundry bag, tossing his whites into the washer. "Oh, honey, I can do that," she said. "I got it, Mom," he said. "We have to take turns at laundry duty at school." Helen watched as he bent over, going through the bag. He certainly has a great ass, she thought to herself. She winced at the thought of looking at her son that way, but it was true. He was quickly becoming a man – and a damned hunk too. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and she admired the play of muscles in his legs as he moved. He'd certainly grown since she'd seen him last, and if he'd gained any weight it was all muscle. He was going to be taller and better looking than his father. Helen winced again. In just two more years, Donnie would be as old as his father when she'd married him. She had been s*******n and Robert had been nineteen when they'd married very much over the protests of both sets of parents. Now a smile played at Helen's lips. Those had been the days. She and Robert had been hot to fuck – any place any time. She'd suck him off on the way to a restaurant and he'd finger to orgasm under the table when they got there. They'd done it once in the bathroom of her parent's house in the middle of a Thanksgiving meal. They played hard but they'd worked hard to. Robert's first job had been pushing shopping carts for a major retailer and now he was a district manager of the same company. She had gone to work as a receptionist for a real estate firm. Realizing that the people there weren't exactly a bunch of Einsteins, she had gone to night school to obtain her real estate license. Now she was one of the firm's top salespeople. Donnie had been born shortly after the marriage and that had put a damper on their sex life. They had wanted a sibling for Donnie and so Missy had come along two years later. After she was born, their sex life had surged but then declined again. Now, she and Robert fucked only two or three times a month. That wasn't nearly enough for Helen. She had a collection of dildos and vibrators that she kept in a locked drawer in her closet, and she used them on a regular basis. She'd had affairs too – and so had Robert. She'd kept her figure and looks over the years so it hadn't been difficult to entice men, even much younger men, into bed. There had been that one guy, Artie something or another. He had been young and full of cum. They had gone at it like bunnies for weeks before she found out that he had lied about his age. He had claimed to be twenty-two... Helen stifled a gasp. It had just occurred to her that Artie had been only a few months older than Donnie was right now. "Mom?" Donnie said. She realized that he'd been asking her something. "Sorry, honey – just day dreaming. What did you say?" He held up a plastic container and shook it to show that it was empty. "Any more bleach?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "It's in the big lower cupboard in the kitchen." "I'll get it," he said. He brushed past her as he left the room. Helen idly walked to the washer and pulled out some of his underwear. Well, she thought, at least he's keeping them reasonably clean. Nothing in there was too soiled. She picked up a tee shirt and noticed that it was wet. "What in the world?" she whispered to herself when she saw the gooey, milky stains. Oh shit, no, she thought to herself when she realized it was semen – boy cum. But there was so much of it. Donnie hadn't been home for two hours and already he was masturbating like – well, like the teen boy he was, she had to admit. After all, she had begun to notice his stained sheets and pajamas from the age of twelve. Whether from wet dreams or masturbation, she knew that he was a healthy youngster. But this? She held the tee-shirt up between her hands and examined it by twisting it back and forth. Had he been saving himself all that time in military school? What kind of equipment did he have? Was he hung with a couple of extra large balls swinging between his legs? And his cock, did he have something like one of those big-dong dildos in her bedroom? She heard steps. She dropped the tee-shirt back in the washer and stepped away. Donnie came back through the door, carrying the bleach. She cleared her throat and said, "About a half-cup in the dispenser." "Really?" said Donnie, "I usually pour most of the jug right on the clothes." He twisted the cap off and lifted the jug as if he might just do it. Helen heard the tease in his voice, though. She said, "Alright, smarty, I'll leave you alone." She reached up and ruffled his hair and then gave him a kiss on the lips that lingered just a beat longer than a mom's peck should have. "It's good to have you back," she said as she walked out of the room. Donnie watched her leave and put a finger to his lips. What had that kiss been about? It had felt just like the kiss Missy had given him a few minutes before, at least until Missy had shoved her tongue in his mouth. * There was a cookout later that day that left everyone complaining about stuffed tummies. After cleanup, they all settled down in front of the television. Helen went to bed early, mentioning a morning showing the next day. Robert dozed on and off in his recliner until eleven o'clock, and then he gave it up and turned in. That left Missy and Donnie studiously watching an old movie that they wouldn't have paid any attention to at any other time. Clearly, they were avoiding the i****tuous elephant in the room. Fifteen and then thirty minutes passed since their dad had turned in. It was Missy who finally took the initiative. "I think they're asl**p by now," she told Donnie as she went to where he was sitting and knelt at his feet. "I don't know..." he said hesitantly. He gazed over Missy's shoulder as if their parents might burst into the room any second. "We could do it right here," she said. She put her hand on his very evident cock bulge and gave it a squeeze. "Okay, okay," Donnie said, grabbing her wrist. "Let's go to my room." Once they were in his room, with the door securely locked, the two teens faced one another. Donnie may have had some mental reservations, but his cock was at full attention and raring to go. He was trembling – with nervousness or just plain lust, he wasn't sure of. He looked into his s****r's eager, expectant face and gave into his wanton feelings. He grabbed her ass and pulled her groin against his straining cock as he kissed her hard and then slipped his tongue between her lips. They kissed hungrily for a few minutes; their hands roaming all over. Then she pulled his tee-shirt over his head and he did the same for her. He fumbled with her bra strap until she giggled and showed him how simple it was once the tension on the clasp was eased. Donnie eagerly dived to her pert breast and drew the nipple into his mouth. He sucked and tongued the rough nubbin until it swelled with desire. Missy watched as his cock filled and lengthened until she wondered how his briefs could hold the thing back. She reached down and tugged at his underwear until Donnie's dick sprang upward, revealing it's red, distended head. At that point they parted and seemed to race to see who could get naked first. "You are so beautiful," Donnie said, running his eye over her nubile teen form. "I don't know anyone more handsome than you," she said. She kissed him wetly and reached between their bodies so she could stroke him. "Let's get on the bed," she said, leading him by the cock. Donnie had no choice but to follow. She positioned him on his back, and then she curled up beside him. She gripped his cock at the base, and to his incredible surprise, she took his cock-head into her mouth. "Oh...oh shit, Missy," he groaned as her tongue swished over the sensitive head. "How...how do you know about that?" She lifted her head and looked at him with mischievous eyes. "Girls talk," she said. "But I can stop if you want." "No, suck it please," he said, lifting his hips toward her lips. Missy actually licked his cock, tickling the sensitive skin with the tip of her tongue. She grasped his shaft just under the head and realized his cock was as big as her forearm. "It's so big," she said, gazing upward. "Bigger than most guys I bet." "Yeah, I guess so," he said modestly. Actually, he knew from looking at the other guys at school in the showers that he was bigger than even the oldest of the cadets. He had suffered a lot of k**ding, but he soon learned that it was out of jealousness. Missy kissed the head of his cock and drilled the tip of her tongue into his cum- slit. Donnie groaned with desire. "Suck it, Missy," he begged. She took pity on him and slipped her lips over the head of his dick. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, swirling her tongue around the tip. She was surprised that she actually liked this. The texture of his cock felt wonderful as it glided past her tongue. The boyish smell of his aroused body was intoxicating. She took longer strokes, letting his cock-head enter her throat. Donnie writhed on the bed. He'd never imagined that anything could feel like this. "Oh shit, Missy...this is amazing," he moaned. She grinned despite having a mouthful of heaving cock. She beat him off with her hands as she sucked. His shaft was runny with her spit and his pre-cum that was steadily flowing. She loved the feeling of power. By just using her lips and tongue she could make her b*****r writhe in an agony of sexual ecstasy and beg for more. Soon, she was meeting his thrusting cock with her plunging mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to experience the taste. Donnie gathered the bedclothes in his hands and held on as if it were a lifeline. The pleasure was almost too intense. His back arched as he tried to stuff all of his rigid dick into his sweet s****r's face. "Missy... oh- my-god... Missy... I'm going to cum... I'M GOING TO CUM!" The salty, creamy cum shot into Missy's eager mouth. She remembered how much he'd cum earlier that day, but this seemed like much more. She swallowed a mouth full, and then another. When it seemed he'd run out, she locked her lips around his engorged cock-head and sucked up even more. Finally, his cock-shaft softened in her hands. "That was amazing," said a dazed Donnie as Missy lifted her head. "I bet I've had a million orgasms, and none of them ever came close to that." "I'm glad you liked it," Missy said. She kissed him deeply. Her tongue made sure that he knew how his cum tasted. She was delighted that his kiss was as eager as ever. He responded by flipping her onto her back. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks and the hollow of her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved on to her tits. He squeezed her soft mounds and sucked the nipples into his hot mouth. "Mmm... your breasts are so beautiful," he told her. "Thank you," she murmured. "I wish they were bigger." "You're only sixteen; I bet they'll be as big as Mom's," he said, massaging her pert teen tits. "That would be cool," she said. Their mother had kept her great figure. Missy saw that Donnie's cock hadn't gone soft. In fact, it looked as hard as ever. She couldn't wait to feel it plunge into her pussy. She spread her legs in invitation and pushed at Donnie's head. He took the hint and kissed his way down her flat tummy. In seconds he was licking and nipping at the silky softness of her inner thighs. She had only the briefest strip of downy hair at the top of her pussy lips. He realized that she must shave for her bikinis, and suddenly he was filled with the desire to see her in a skimpy bathing suit. That was silly of course; here, her pink and creamy nude form was all laid out just for him. He kissed at her flowered pussy lips and then he slipped his finger inside. It was warm and slick and he could feel her muscles gently pulling. She moved her hands down there and spread her lips. Then she rubbed her finger tip across a nub of flesh at the top. "Lick my clit," she told him. "It's like me sucking the head of your cock." Donnie wanted nothing more than to plunge his renewed dick into what he knew would be the gloriously tight fit of her cunt. But he also knew that waiting would only make it better. Besides, he really owed her one. Missy felt the flat of Donnie's tongue run over her clitoris. Her little clitty was so sensitive right then that she gasped in pleasure. "OH, not so hard... but, yes that's it." Donnie worked his tongue and fingers. He looked upward to see if Missy was pleased. The young teen girl was holding her tits as her fingers played across her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head moved with the rhythm of his tongue. He wanted to do something else, though. He'd heard the older guys at school talk about eating out a girl. Some of them had bragged about how far they could get their stiffened tongues up a girl's pussy. At the time, that had sounded kind of gross. But not now, not in the heat of the moment. Missy was in heaven. Her handsome b*****r was between her thighs. His tongue was tickling her clit just right. His finger was doing something wonderful. She wasn't entirely sure about just where her g-spot was, but she thought that he'd found it. There was a surge of sexual energy each time his finger plunged inward. Then it all stopped. She opened her eyes and craned her head down just in time to see Donnie open his mouth wide and thrust his tongue into her wet cunt. "DONNIE...OH SHIT... OH FUCK," she hissed. Missy couldn't believe the mind blowing sensations that were ripping through her pussy. The feelings that her b*****r's mouth and tongue were creating were a hundred times better than she'd ever dreamed. Donnie knew that he was giving Missy at least as good an orgasm as she had given him. Her pussy was leaking juice and he lapped it up by running his tongue all over her vaginal lips and clit. She flopped around on the bed and came at least two more times before she quieted and drew his face up to hers. Missy gave her b*****r a soft kiss in thanks for all the pleasure he'd just bestowed. "That was great," she told him. "Now let's fuck." She stuck her finger into her heated, wet cunt and began to finger herself. Clearly, she hadn't had enough. "Do you really want to?" Donnie asked. "Are you k**ding?" she said. "And don't pretend that you don't want me." She pointedly looked at his cock. It was throbbing in its hardness and there was a steady drool of pre-cum oozing from its slit. Donnie looked at her lust filled eyes, the way her hair was wildly splayed on her pillow, the hardened nipples on her pert breasts and the way her fingers plunged into her cunt. He growled softly and raised up on his knees. He took his shaft in hand and bent it downwards as Missy removed her fingers. It was hard to believe that such a wide dick would fit into that tiny slit – but he was more than willing to try. He slotted the swollen head just inside her lips and then pushed. The sensation was unbelievable. "Donnie...Donnie, you're so big...oh god, you're filling me so good," she moaned. Donnie pushed until his cock was completely buried in his s****r's silky, tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around his hips and grasped his shoulders. She couldn't get enough of his hard muscled body. He began to stroke. At first, he was awkward. His cock would slip out and go sliding up her slit. Which wasn't so bad since it also slid across her swollen clit. But they quickly established a good rhythm as she pushed her hips to meet his thrusts. Missy felt her pussy lock around his cock. She could swear that she could feel his pulse as he surged in and out of her. His lips on her clit had been mind shattering, but this was even more pleasurable. She became overwhelmed in orgasmic bliss. Donnie felt his s****r's cunt milk at his cock. She was cumming good and he wanted to keep her there. He varied his thrusts as she twisted and moaned beneath him. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, but it was becoming tougher and tougher to hold off his own cum. Her cunt was milking his cock, urging him on. She came yet again and that put him over the edge. He felt his cock expand as a rush of semen roared through its length. His entire body jerked and trembled as he poured shot after shot of cream into her clutching pussy. "Oh, Missy," he moaned as he fell over sideways onto his back. Immediately, she kissed him. She kissed his neck, his nipples, his quivering abs and then she took his still hard cock into her mouth. His swollen cock-head was so sensitive he could hardly stand it. "Oh shit, Missy...oh shit... OH SHIT." His body tried to curl around his s****r's head as he came again – much faster than he would have thought possible. His cock thrummed with sexual energy. She emptied his balls, but his muscles kept on trying to pump out more cum. It seemed like he came for an hour. Chapter 2 Donnie awoke just as the light of dawn peeked into his bedroom. He had both feet on the floor before he remembered that he was at home and not back in military school. No one here was going to sound reveille over a PA system. He could sl**p until noon if he wanted – but first he had to take a piss. He was only going to step across the hall to the bathroom, so he threw on the first thing he came to – a loose fitting pair of gym shorts that he'd worn the previous evening. He crossed the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door. Hiking up one leg of his shorts, Donnie let loose an impressive stream into the toilet. When he was through, he did the obligatory finger rinse and dried them on a hand-towel. He opened the door and almost made it back to his bedroom when the smell of fresh brewed coffee hit his nostrils. He'd developed a caffeine habit at school, and it was hard to ignore the aroma. Oh what the heck, he thought. One leisurely cup would be good. It wouldn't be enough of a jolt to keep him from dozing through the morning. Helen Somers had arisen early that morning. She had three houses to show before noon and she hated to rush through her morning routine. She was eating a breakfast of fruit, yogurt, toast and coffee when Donnie padded into the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless. "Well, hello," she said as Donnie crossed to the coffee maker. He wore only a pair of gym shorts and he looked lean and cut with his wide shoulders and six-pack abs. "I didn't think you'd be up this early." Donnie snorted. "At school, we'd call this sl**ping in." Helen raised an eyebrow as Donnie took a mug from a cupboard and poured it half full of coffee. She'd never seen him express any interest in the liquid. Then she smiled as he stirred in liberal portions of milk and sugar. "I see you like a little coffee with your cream and sugar," she said. Donnie smiled. "Yeah, I guess so." He nodded to the newspaper and said, "Sports?" Helen pulled out the sports section and handed it to her son. "Thanks," Donnie said. Helen was seated at a small table in the f****y's breakfast nook. The nook was separated from the kitchen by a high counter that doubled as a wet bar during social events. The bar had a couple of high-backed, swiveling stools situated there. It had been Donnie's habit for years to eat breakfast at the counter. Helen took the last bite of her breakfast. She scooted her chair sideways so that she could hold the newspaper in its properly unfolded position. Movement caught her eye and she looked up to see Donnie practically facing her as he sipped at his coffee. The sports page was lying on the counter top, but he wasn't reading it. He sat in a slouch, slowly swiveling back and forth, his eyes unfocused. Clearly, he was lost in thought. Because of the difference in height between the stool and her chair, Helen's eyes were on a level with her son's crotch. She couldn't stop herself from taking a peek up the loose leg of his shorts as it flopped open with his movements. Helen was getting a glimpse of Donnie's cock every couple of seconds. Her first thought was about her son's lack of underwear. Her second thought was about his considerable dick. The last time she had seen his penis, closely anyway, had been when she was still giving him baths. He would giggle and grab himself as she washed his cock and balls. It had been amusing, embarrassing and even a little exciting to see it fill out. There was nothing small about his cock now, though. The thing lay across his balls and down the leg of his shorts. And it seemed to be getting bigger. Was her son getting hard right here, early in the morning, in the kitchen of all places? Unconsciously, Helen crossed her legs. She didn't notice that her robe fell open, revealing her leg nearly to her butt. She flexed her inner thigh muscles, squeezing her clit. She could masturbate to orgasm doing this. It was a trick she'd learned years ago, and it had gotten her through many a dull business meeting. What in the world am I doing, she wondered to herself. Am I so horny that I'm trying to get off at the sight of my son's cock? Her inner thighs clenched and released sending little thrills through her clit. Apparently, that's exactly what I'm doing, she thought. She could actually tell that Donnie's cock-head was getting bigger and closer as his dick lengthened. He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen, she told herself. Her husband, Robert, had nothing to be ashamed of in the male equipment department, but their son had him beat. Donnie held the mug of coffee just under his lips, occasionally taking a sip. He had the sports section in his other hand. He'd started to read an article about the MLB Braves needing better pitching if they were going to make the playoffs, but the words failed to hold his interest. The memory of his first fuck kept repeating in his mind. Missy had been so damn hot. She had gone wild on his dick and cum so many times. His eyes drifted downward. He was rock hard just thinking about her. His dick was tenting the loose leg of his shorts. OH SHIT, his mind screamed. He had a full fucking hard- on right in front of his mother. He glanced her way just as she sniffed, cleared her throat and turned the page of her newspaper. Good... it looked as if she had been engrossed in some article or another. She hadn't even noticed that her crossed leg was bare to the hip. Damn, even his mother looked good to him this morning. Nice smooth, shapely legs. He could see the slope of her tits down the top of her dressing gown. Shit... he turned away, hiding his cock. He searched the sports pages. He needed something to take his mind off sex and loose his hard-on so he could go dress properly. Helen saw Donnie's eyes slide in her direction. Quickly, she ducked her head and hid her discomfort behind a screen of movements and sounds. She thought she'd die of embarrassment if her son caught her staring at his stiffened cock. When she dared to peek over the top of her paper once again, Donnie had turned away. His eyes scanned the sports page. Helen gave up on her masturbation fantasy. It would have been deliciously naughty to have quivered with a fast orgasm, but now it was time for her to get ready for work. She arose, rinsed her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. "So what are your plans for today?" she asked Donnie. "His head jerked up from the paper. "Oh... uh... I might go back to bed for a while," he said with a laugh. And maybe crank out a load of cum to get the day started right, he added silently. "Enjoy it while you can; I think your father wants you working at the store next week," she said. Donnie moaned and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he said, resigned to his fate. It would be another summer of pushing shopping carts and helping little old ladies carry their purchases. He didn't work directly for his father. Actually, he worked for the manager of the local Charles'Mart, Rick Allison, their neighbor from across the street. Helen walked over and put her arm around his bare, warm shoulders. "Hey, don't knock it. I know you get top pay for anyone in that job, plus you make all those tips." Donnie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I can charm the pants off those old women." Now why in the hell did I put it that way, he asked himself. Helen laughed in agreement and said, "I just bet you can." She leaned over and kissed him – not on the cheek , but nearly on his ear – so that her warm breath tickled. "See you later," she said quickly, and then she f***ed herself to leave the room before she could pull anymore flirty tricks on her son. * Helen had one showing early that morning. She was trying to set up a young couple with something they could afford on middle class earnings. She rushed through the second showing because at noon she had something that could draw a really nice commission. Shortly before twelve o'clock she drove to the upscale side of town and pulled into the drive of a large Tudor style home. Her clients, the Thompsons were already there. They were a couple in their mid-fifties. Hal was a handsome man with a thickening middle. Marie was stocky but dressed fashionably. "Hello, sorry you had to wait on me," said Helen as she exited her car. The couple said their hellos. "No, really, Hal's not happy unless he's very early to an appointment," said Marie. "Helen, this is our son, Frederick." She gestured to the third Thompson in their midst. Helen smiled at Frederick. He looked as if he was old enough to be in college, plus he was dressed about a preppie as you could get. He was wearing madras shorts with a matching, solid polo shirt. His sockless feet were clad in a pair of deck shoes. "Please, call me Freddie," the young man said as he stuck out his hand. "Hi, Freddie," said Helen, taking his hand. He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a couple of gentle squeezes. He had his father's good looks minus the excess weight. She could tell from his confident smile that he probably had great success with the coeds. "Well, let's take a look inside, shall we?" said Helen as she led the Thompsons into the house. They made a tour of the downstairs of the two story home. The elder Thompsons expressed approval of some features and disapproval at others. Freddie seemed to content to simply tag along and only offered an opinion when he was asked. The tour ended at the French doors to a flagstone terrace that overlooked about a half-acre of decorative garden. "Hey, guys, why don't you check out the garden while Ms. Somers and I do the upstairs," Freddie said to his parents. Mr. Thompson checked his watch and said, "Good idea, son. We're running a bit late." And with that, Hal and Marie were out the door. "I knew they were dying to get out there," said Freddie. "They're just a couple of frustrated landscapers." "Uh...okay," said Helen. If that's how they wanted to do things, she could only go along. "The foyer is this way." She led Freddie back to the main entrance and the stairway that curved upward to the second floor. At the top of the stairs she turned left and said, "The smaller bedrooms are down here." They made a cursory inspection of those bedrooms and baths. That put them back at the landing at the top of the stairs. "I really wish your parents would see this," Helen said as she gestured to a double door. She opened one of the doors and stepped inside an enormous master bedroom. "As you can see, it's a generous space for a master bedroom," Helen said as she walked to the center of the room. "I'll say," said Freddie. He stood, hands in pockets, just inside the door, taking the high ceiling and square footage. "You could almost play half-court basketball in here," he said with a laugh. "There's more," said Helen. She went to a pair of folding doors and pulled one to the side. "Plenty of closet space, too." Freddie gave an appreciative whistle at a closet that could have held a couple of the lesser bedrooms of the house. "I suppose the bathroom is just as opulent?" Freddie asked. Well, at least he's showing some interest, thought Helen. "Of course," she said aloud. They trekked next door to the bathroom. "It has dual basins," she said as she motioned at the marble topped counter. "And over here is a whirlpool tub for two." The oversized tub sat next to a shower. "That looks like fun," he said, leering into the tub. "Yes, it can be," Helen said with the air of someone who knows from firsthand experience. "Now let me show you the view," she said before Freddie could respond. She strode out of the bathroom and across the room to a set of French doors that mirrored the ones from downstairs. Opening the doors, they walked out on a balcony that overlooked the garden. Helen went to the railing and rested her hands on the top. Freddie stood beside her and put his hand on hers. Helen glanced at his hand, but didn't move. Out in the garden, Hal and Marie were gesturing and pointing as if they were already directing a revision of the grounds. "You know," Freddie said, "they really like this place." Helen looked at him, encouraging him to continue. Freddie stroked the back of her hand with his little finger. "In fact, I think my parents like this place more than they want to let on." Helen lifted an eyebrow. "And I think I could be persuaded to persuade them to close the deal." "I see," said Helen. "So what would it take to persuade you?" Now it was his turn to quirk an eyebrow. "The I'm a man and you're a woman sort of persuasion." Freddie's look was expectant – with a trace of boyish hope. Helen liked that; it was cocky and condescending that she would have rejected. She took his wrist and pulled him back inside. She made sure they were out of sight from the doors before she stopped and lifted her face. Right on cue, Freddie kissed her. Mmmm...he's good, thought Helen. He had soft, playful and moist lips. They kissed lightly for a full minute before Helen decided that this was not some romantic make-out session. She slipped her tongue between his lips. That seemed to rev Freddie's engine. His hands went to her waist, and their kisses became deeper and wetter. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her closer. Helen moved her leg between his and rubbed her pussy mound high on his thigh. She could feel the pulsing hardness of his erection. Her hands moved over his back and squeezed his biceps. Freddie was slim but soft. He certainly didn't have the broad shoulders and well defined muscles of her son, Donnie. Oh god, why am I comparing him to Donnie, Helen wondered? She had an armful of aroused, young male right here, no need to bring in thoughts of someone she shouldn't have. Freddie kissed her cheek and then began to nibble his way down her neck. He reached up and fondled her breast. Helen had worn a light silk blouse over a navy hued, lacy full cup bra this morning. That let her tits move like dark, full shadows under her top. It was something that her male clients appreciated. Now Freddie was sliding the slick material of her blouse over her thirty-eight D cups. "Mmm...your breasts are beautiful," he whispered. He undid a button on her blouse and slipped a hand inside. He gently squeezed and fingered her bra clad breast. He was almost too slow, too reverent. She wasn't some school girl who needed to be seduced. Her mind wondered back to Donnie. She wondered if he had fucked yet. She bet he had. He had the looks. He had that slow, shy smile that drew girls in. She bet that all he had to do was to pull out that club of a cock he carried around and the girls would swoon. She bet... Oh shit, girl, you better get on with this, she told herself. She withdrew Freddie's hand from her blouse. "Come on," she said and pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it without letting the garment brush the floor. She folded it neatly in half and laid it on the counter. Her panties, thank goodness they were the frilly ones that matched her bra, soon fell atop her skirt. Freddie was standing there looking slightly stunned. "Never seen a woman undress before?" she asked. "Of...of course," he stammered. "You're just so damn hot." His hands arrowed in on her tits once more. Helen could practically feel her cunt oozing her juices. I'm hotter than you know, she thought. She unzipped his shorts and soon found that Freddie was a boxers kind of guy. That made it easy to pull his rigid cock into the open. Helen stroked his swollen penis. It was averaged size, maybe a bit bigger. It certainly wasn't as big as her husband's, and far from what Donnie had down there. But Freddie's cock had the virtue of being here, and of being hard and eager. "Nice one," she said. You could never go wrong by praising a young stud's cock. "Thanks," he said, trying to sound as if he heard that compliment all the time. Helen stepped back and jumped up so as to be seated between the basins on the counter. She moved until she knew that her pussy was situated at the edge. She and Robert had fucked in more than one bathroom. "Come here, Freddie," she said as she spread her legs. She saw that he was so hard, his dick fairly vibrated as he moved between her legs. He was one second from plunging his cock into her lust swollen pussy lips when she said, "You better make sure I'm all lubed up down there." In truth, she knew that she was more than ready. But she wanted Freddie to work for his fun. He began slowly, at first merely brushing his lips up and down on the wet lips of her cunt. As he licked gently along her puffy slit, he extended his tongue a little and stroked it along the dewy crease where the outer lips of her cunt were barely parted. Freddie spread her vaginal lips and flipped his tongue across her distended clit. "Ohhh, Freddie!" Helen moaned as she pulled his face to her pussy. He was surprisingly good at this. "That's it," she urged as she hunched against his questing lips and tongue. He laved at her throbbing clitoris as his lips closed around it to suck the bud-like nerve center up inside his mouth. Electric-like bolts of sexual excitement thundered through Helen as she felt his teeth nipping at her sensitive bud, she threw wide her legs and f***ed him on. Helen kept Freddie at his heated oral play for two full minutes. She could feel her orgasm building. Pulling at his head she said, "Now Freddie, get that prick of yours in me." "Yeah," Freddie said, as he looked up with sex glazed eyes. He stood, positioned his cock head between Helen's inviting pussy lips, and pushed in one movement. "Oh yes," he moaned as her flesh wrapped around his like hot, oiled satin. "Come on, show me what you've got," urged Helen. "Pound my pussy...POUND MY PUSSY." "Yeah...okay," Freddie said. He grabbed Helen's ass and shagged her as fast as his hips could move. Helen dug her fingers into Freddie's shoulders. His cock was no pussy stretcher, but he was slamming it to the hilt with every stroke. She came. It was a nice orgasm, but she knew the next one would be the one to send her into that realm where nothing mattered but the sensations in her loin. If he could just... Helen felt Freddie's strokes falter. She opened her eyes to see his expression screwed up in an orgasmic grimace. His body shuddered and he slowed to a breathless stop. He'd lasted all of thirty seconds. Helen sighed in frustration. No wonder the boy was better than expected in foreplay – he couldn't last worth a damn. He stepped back. Already, his cock was a shriveled, wet disappointment. "Helloooooo?" came the faint voice of Marie Thompson from somewhere on the first floor. Hello indeed, thought Helen. She pushed a dazed looking Freddie away from her. "Put your dick back in your pants," she instructed him. "Then go tell your parents that I'm powdering my nose, or whatever." "Oh...yeah... sure," Freddie said. He put his wilted dick away and left the bathroom. Helen flipped on the room's vent fan. She dealt with the fluid leftovers from their little session – thank goodness the plumbing was working. Then she took the time to get her makeup refreshed and her clothing back into place. As she combed her hair, she wondered if she should cultivate Freddie as her next young stud. She could probably teach him self control. It took her about a second to decide that he was too moneyed and too privileged to easily contain, and besides, he was never going to be a stud – her pussy felt distinctly underused. As she left the room, she decided that if Freddie lived up to his promise to nudge his parents into a buy, then that would prove to be her most fulfilling part of the day. * Robert Somers, husband to Helen, father to Missy and Donnie gazed across the top of the clipboard he was carrying. Ten feet away were a couple of teen girls carefully scrutinizing various shades of eye shadow. This was a perk of working for the retail giant Charles'Mart. In each of the acre-plus sized stores there were always at least a few good looking women to gaze upon. In the middle of the day you had your young moms who had regained their prenatal figures. Yeah, they were burdened with k**s, but they also tended to want to show the world that they could fit back into their tight jeans and tee shirts. Said tee shirts over flowing with hormone enhanced breasts. Early evening was best though. That was when girls in their late teens and early twenties showed up. They were on their way to or from somewhere more socially interesting, but they came to Charles'Mart to pick up the necessities. And, like those two a few feet away, they took the time for hair and makeup and they wore clothes to attract the eye. One of these girls was nice looking but kind of plump. The other was a real beauty, though. She was wearing a sun dress and heels. The dress showed off her flawless, tanned skin while a cascade of dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Presently, they made their selection and moved on. Robert's eyes flicked back to his clipboard. "Is everything alright, Mr. Somers?" Robert turned and saw the middle-age woman who ran the beauty aids department of the store. He winked at her and said, "Everything's in good shape, Vera." He'd known the woman for years, but it was a good thing she had on her nametag, otherwise he'd have been stuck. She nodded as if he'd just confirmed what she already knew. "Well, I try," she said. "Heaven only knows where they expect me to put all the stuff that's back in that storeroom." "But you always do," Robert pushed in when she paused for a breath. "Now, I've got to head over to hardware and see what kind of a mess they have." Vera laughed. "Okay, see you later, Mr. Somers," she said as he moved away. Robert was the district manager over a dozen stores and it was his duty to inspect each store on a regular basis. That was what he was doing here, about fifty miles from home. He felt a vibration at his belt; it was his cell phone. Robert checked the screen. It said 'Scheduling,' but that was just a cover. He knew from the number that it was his lover, Mia. "Hey," he said into the phone. "You must be halfway down seventy-eight by now," naming the road between this store and the regional office where she worked. Mia was a five foot tall firecracker. She had dark hair and eyes, perfect tits and a great ass. She had been a cashier at one of Robert's stores when they met. It had been lust at first sight. He had conspired to just happen to be at the employee entrance when she left the store that day. Thirty minutes later she was giving him a stellar blowjob in his car. And not long after, they came to an agreement. He would advance her position within Charles'Mart to the limit of her capabilities and she would give him her body; it having the benefit of a decade of gymnastic training. The girl could fuck him upside down, sideways and backwards. On the phone, Mia said, "No hell no, my car broke down. I'm at the dealership. I'll have to leave it here so they can take a look at it in the morning." Robert sighed. Mia drove an old Honda with reckless abandon and with reckless disregard to any sort of maintenance. He was tempted to give her an 'I told you so,' but that wouldn't help the situation. "So how are you getting home?" he asked. "Dad's coming to pick me up," she said. She still lived with her parents. "Okay," Robert said, trying to sound positive. "You could drive his truck over here." "Oh...Robert...it's too late. You know, by the time I got there we'd have lost the dinner reservations and then I would be so late getting home, not to mention the fuss Dad would have over the mileage I put on his precious pickup." "Mmm...I was really looking forward to tonight," Robert said in disappointment. He had made reservations at a nice restaurant, and then after dinner he and Mia would have spent a couple of hours fucking their brains out. With the help of one of his little blue pills, Robert could usually make it three or four times. "I know, me too," Mia said. "But we'll have that convention in Vegas in a couple of weeks. Listen, Dad's here – I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow." The two said their goodbyes. Robert snapped his phone closed and did his best to shove it angrily back in its case. He hadn't had a good screw in two weeks. Tonight was supposed to tide him over until he got together with Mia in Las Vegas. Oh well. He checked his watch and did some figuring. He had planned on finishing his inspection of this store tomorrow morning. But if he pushed things along, he could be home and in his own bed – no matter how horny – around midnight. He pulled out his phone and called the house. Helen answered on the third ring. "Hi, honey, how's it going?" he asked. "Mmm...things are pretty calm," she answered. "We had pizza for dinner, and then Donnie went to a movie. Jennifer came over; she's going to spend the night with Missy." "How's Jennifer holding up?" Robert said. Jennifer Allison was the daughter of Rick Allison, the manager of the local Charles'Mart in the town where the Somers lived. His wife had left to, "find herself," as she put it, somewhere in northern California. Jennifer had taken it badly. "Oh, between the crying jags, she's okay," Helen said with a snort. "Well, too bad," Robert said. "I'm going to finish up here tonight, so I'll be home late." They talked a few more minutes and hung up. Not for the first time, Robert reflected on his marriage. He and Helen usually meshed together nicely on the practical matters in their relationship. Too bad there was no passion left between them. A couple or three basic fucks were all they could manage in a month. He felt that their sex was only slightly better than masturbation. * Missy watched as Jennifer took a tour of Missy's bedroom. Jennifer hadn't visited there in months. "Why do you have a math book?" Jennifer asked, pointing to the textbook on Missy's dresser. Missy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh, I failed the advanced placement math test. I'll have to take it again in July." Jennifer sniffed and said, "I thought you were smart." "I am smart," Missy said, trying to sound offended when she knew that her friend was only ribbing her. "There're just a couple of things I can't get." "Hey, I know who could tutor you," said Jennifer. "Who's that?" asked Missy. "Ned Turkleton," "Nerdleton?" Missy said, surprised. "He's not so nerdish these days," Jennifer said. "He got Lasik, or maybe contacts, anyway those awful glasses he used to wear are gone. He's let his hair grow out. He's looking pretty good." "Hmm...well maybe," Missy said. Ned was a rising senior at the high school. He was also an A student who tutored for a fee – most of his clients were the school jocks who ran to him when it looked as they might go on academic probation and thus lose their playing privileges. "Oh," was all Jennifer said. She was getting that look in her eyes again - the one she got just before another crying spurt. Oh crap, Missy thought. She'd done her best to keep Jennifer's mind off her runaway mother. They'd even played dress up – of a sort. Missy had pulled out her nighties and they had tried them on. Missy had ended up wearing a satin navy number that fell only to mid-thigh. Jennifer was wearing a frosted white one with lace bra cups. It was supposed to fall loosely to below her knees. The hem was below her knees, alright. But there was nothing loose about it. You see, where Missy was slim and cute – Jennifer was a blonde bombshell. Her breasts practically spilled out of the cups made for a less endowed girl. The thin straps looked as if they might part at the least exertion. And the sheer material of the nighty clung to her curves so that there was no doubt that Jennifer was wearing a low rise, flower patterned panty. Missy was seated on her bed. She motioned for Jennifer to join her. "Come here and I'll tell you a secret," she said. Jennifer seemed to perk up at that. She lay down on her side beside Missy, propping her head up on her hand. "What is it?" she asked. "Donnie thinks you're hot," Missy confided. "No way," Jennifer said. Donnie had always treated her like another little s****r, when he'd taken notice of her at all. She turned her head down so that her long ash blonde hair fell across her face. It was something she did when she felt uneasy. "You're teasing me," she said. Missy reached out and brushed her friend's hair back behind her ear. "My god, Jen, have you looked in the mirror lately? You're sexy as hell." Jennifer giggled and sat up. "Really? I mean about Donnie?" she asked. Missy nodded. "Really...to both." "Thank you," Jennifer said with a catch in her voice. Missy leaned forward. She said in a low, soft voice, "There's something else; he's a really good kisser too." She tilted her head and kissed Jennifer on the lips as lightly as a feather. Jennifer responded, soon their lips were parting as they brushed one another. Missy put her hand on Jennifer's thigh. Her tongue began to play about on Missy's lips. They had done this before. At first it had been 'let's practice kiss,' but there had also been just plain old make out sessions which had led to some heavy petting. Missy had always ended those evenings masturbating furiously, alone. They never talked about it, but Missy had often dreamed about them going farther. Jennifer caressed the back of Missy's neck and pulled her closer. Her tongue slipped between Missy's lips and their kiss grew deeper and wetter. They went at it for three full minutes before Jennifer pulled back to get some air. "I bet he doesn't kiss any better than you do," she said. She paused for a beat and he eyes shot wide open. "Wait a minute, how do you know he's a good kisser?" "Because I've kissed him," Missy said in a matter of fact voice. "Oh you're k**ding me," Jennifer said. "Huh uh," said Missy, her face was only inches from Jennifer's. She slid her hand beneath Jennifer's nighty and made circles on her soft skin with her forefinger. "And another thing... he's got an incredible cock." "He does?" Jennifer asked in a weak voice. "You've seen it?" Missy moved her hand up Jen's feverishly hot thigh. If she went another inch she'd be pressing on her friend's pussy. "Seen it... felt it... I've jerked him off. He cums... so much. It's unbelievable." Jennifer whimpered. "But he's your b*****r." "I don't care," Missy said. "He's a hot stud. Maybe it's that school. He's horny all the time." Jennifer pulled Missy back into another kiss. This one was frantic. Their tongues twisted and fought as their lips locked hungrily. Missy pressed her hand all the way until her thumb was stroking the other teens panty covered pussy. Jennifer moaned. "Oh my god, you guys have done it, haven't you?" she asked breathlessly. "Yes," said Missy, "and it's amazing. I mean, you can't believe how good that cock makes me feel...how good it'll make you feel." "Oh shit, Missy. You've got to fuck me... right now!" Jennifer demanded. * Robert Somers made good time traveling home. It was a few minutes after midnight when he pulled into the drive at the rear of his house. It wasn't the first time he'd come home late from work, or some rendezvous with a girlfriend. He closed the door to his car as quietly as possible and entered the house through the back door into the kitchen. The house was quiet and dark except for some s**ttered nightlights. Helen hated a completely darkened home. He put his briefcase on the kitchen counter and took a drink of water from the faucet. Then, like he'd done a thousand times before, he went to check on his k**s. He'd perfected the art of moving in near silence down the hallway on the k**'s side of the house. He saw a crack of light from under Missy's door. Oh yeah, Jennifer was here tonight, he remembered. The girls would probably be up for hours yet, and then sl**p until noon. He passed her door and went on to Donnie's room. It was empty. Robert did some mental calculations. Donnie had most likely gone to a late movie. It really wasn't time for him to be home yet. He crept back to Missy's door and stopped. He couldn't help but wonder what the girls were up to. He heard some murmurs and then very clearly he heard Jennifer say, "Oh shit, Missy. You've got to fuck me...right now!" * Missy drew Jennifer's nighty over her head and tossed it to the floor. She was so envious of Jen's full breasts. She kissed and fondled the upturned nipples until they were hard and slick with spit. Mmm...fuck me," Jennifer moaned. Missy pulled back Jen's heavy blonde hair and kissed the shell of her ear. "Oh, I am," she promised. Jennifer lay back on the bed as Missy pulled off her cute panties. Missy tickled the inside of her friend's thighs with her finger tips. "Oh god, I'm so fucking hot," Jennifer said, forgetting to keep her voice down. "Mmm...I love your pussy," Missy said from between the girl's thighs. Like her own pussy, Jennifer's was hairless and ready for bikini season. Without hesitating, she dove on the girl's slit, splitting it with her tongue and licking upwards across Jen's clit. Jennifer grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her head. The sight of Missy lapping at her pussy made her spread her legs wider. She reached down and pulled her friend's head tight against her leaking cunt. Missy couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. She licked Jen's clit and then stabbed her tongue up the girl's pussy and then went back to her clit, this time taking it between her lips and sucking on it so she could tongue it some more. She even loved the feel and smell of Jen's love juices. She lapped them up. She moved her hands up to Jen's tits. Jennifer felt her hot sexual desire building. Missy's tongue and lips were heaven on her clit. Missy's hands kneaded her heavy tits and her fingers squeezed Jen's nipples, sending trembling waves of erotic heat through her body. "Eat me...oh fuck, EAT ME!" Jennifer cried as Missy hit a particularly sensitive spot. Missy eagerly complied and Jennifer's thighs quivered in orgasm. The girl wrapped her legs around Missy's head and rode her to higher and higher waves of passion. * Robert froze in place. What the hell were they playing at in there? He looked down at the old fashioned door knob on his daughter's door. Below it was a keyhole, one very handy to look through. Well, It was his house and damn it, he had every right, he told himself. As quietly as ever he went to his knees and peered inside. He didn't have to wonder what was going on for very long. Across the room, he could very plainly see his daughter muff diving on her girlfriend – their neighbor – little Jennifer. He was shocked, horrified and very aroused. His dick began to straighten out like a fire hose filling with water. Was his daughter a lesbian, or was this simply adolescent exploration? Whichever, it was damned hot girl on girl action. Without taking his eye from the keyhole he unzipped his pants. Robert fought his big cock into the open. He was proud of his eight full, thick inches. It was as hard as it had ever been, even with chemical aid. He felt shame at being a voyeur, but he couldn't take his eyes off the girls. He began to stroke. He could see Missy's short, dark and tousled hair as her head bobbed between Jennifer's legs. Missy had a cute butt and long slim legs. Robert dragged his gaze from his daughter's form to concentrate on Jennifer. At least he wasn't related to her. Damn, the little girl he'd watch grow up had filled out in spectacular fashion. With those tits and that ass and those good looks and that mane of blonde hair, she could grace the centerfold of any men's magazine. Robert stroked faster. Fuck, she was the fantasy that men jerked off to come to life right here in his home. He rocked back from the door and frantically beat his meat. He clenched his teeth so as not to make a sound and cupped his free hand in front of his cock-head. Shot after shot of hot cum leapt from his dick. Two weeks of pent up sexual frustration and tension were relieved. Cum overfilled his palm and a few drops hit the floor. Robert stared blankly at the door as he caught his breath. He hadn't cum like that in ages. He had to stifle a moan as he stood. His knees weren't used to this. He walked to the kitchen, feeling like a fool with his dick in one hand and the other hand coated in semen. He cleaned up with a couple of paper towels and buried the evidence deep in the garbage. Then he made his way to his bedroom. He pissed, washed his hands, undressed and slipped into his side of the king-sized bed. Helen said sl**pily, "Everything okay?" Robert could never get into the bed without waking Helen. "Fine," he said. "The girl's are still up and Donnie isn't in yet. Go back to sl**p." "Mmmph," Helen said as she rolled over. Robert wondered if he'd ever get to sl**p that night. What was he going to do about Missy and Jennifer? He sighed, tried to relax his muscles...and was snoring peacefully less than a minute later. Chapter 3 Thirty minutes later it was Donnie's turn to enter the house through the kitchen door. He didn't bother trying to be quiet as he walked down the hallway. In fact, he made sure to clear his throat as he passed Missy's door. He could see light from beneath the door. At least the girl's hadn't gone to sl**p yet. He wondered if Missy's plan to get the shy, reluctant Jennifer to join in their games was going to work. He took a long piss in the bathroom, washed up and brushed his teeth. He was ready for bed – in both senses of the word. He went back to his room and undressed down to his boxers. He sighed. If Jennifer wasn't here, he and Missy could be getting it on about now. Was he going to have to settle for an old fashioned wank off? He heard sounds in the hall, and then he heard the bathroom door close. He waited as the toilet flushed, and then he waited some more. At last the bathroom door opened. He watched his own door in expectation and tried to look mildly surprised when it opened and the two girls walked in. Missy was in front. He didn't know that she even had the nighty that she was wearing. Her erect nipples dimpled the material swelled by her pert tits. She was pulling Jennifer by the hand. Donnie's eyes popped open when he saw her. Her tits swelled above the cups of her lingerie. It looked as if she had been poured into it. She looked excited and nervous as she stole glances at Donnie. "Hey, want some company?" Missy asked as if Donnie hadn't half expected them. She and Jen had taken the time to dress and primp. The look on Donnie's face made it worth the trouble. "Sure, come on in," Donnie said. He patted the bed on either side of where he sat. Missy plopped down, shoulder to shoulder, on his left. Jennifer sat down more gingerly, keeping a few inches between her and him. "Show Jennifer your cock," Missy said. Jennifer gasped and Donnie exclaimed, "Missy!" "I told her all about it...about how I jerked you off and stuff," Missy said. "And I even told her about how you like her," she added as if revealing a dark secret. "I do," Donnie said to Jen as he put his hand on her thigh. He could feel her leg tremble at his touch. Meanwhile his cock was making its presence known in his underwear. He looked into Jen's eyes and kissed her. Missy, sat back against the headboard. Oh this is so hot, she thought. Donnie thrust his tongue into Jen's mouth, and she responded with a moan and some tongue action of her own. He kneaded her firm tits and kissed the soft skin where they mounded above the cups of her nighty. His cock was rigid steel and begging to be played with. Donnie took Jen's hand and placed it on his erection. "Pull it out," he told her. Jennifer tugged on the material of Donnie's shorts, but she got his cock pulled through the slit in his shorts quickly enough. "Oh my god," she gasped. "It's even bigger than Missy said it was." She stroked its length several times. She couldn't get fingers completely around the hot piece of teen meat. Then, completely to the surprise of both Donnie and Missy she bent down and took his cock-head in her mouth. She wasn't the virgin that her shyness would lead others to believe. There had been a boy she'd met a few months ago – one her parents would have thoroughly disapproved of. He had taught her some amazing things. Donnie couldn't believe that quiet little –well, not so little anymore – Jennifer was enthusiastically and skillfully sucking his dick. Her long, ash blonde hair tickled his legs as her head bobbed up and down. It felt as if she was sucking sexual heat from his balls right to the tip of his dick. Oh shit, I'm ready to cum too soon, ran through his mind. But there was no denying Jennifer's lips and tongue. Her fantastic suck demanded a huge load and he felt a warmth spread through his loins. He heard a mewling sound from his right. He turned his head to see Missy finger fucking her pussy as fast as she could possibly move her hand. She had removed her nighty, and her free hand pawed at her tits. The sight put Donnie over the edge. With a deep throated growl from its owner, his cock erupted. Missy felt the first stream of hot cum hit the roof of her mouth. She'd learned that when his cock-head expanded, like Donnie's was doing now, it was at its most sensitive. So she sucked even harder. She was rewarded with more of the creamy cum – much more than her secret boyfriend had ever produced. Even better, she had Donnie doubled over in pleasure as inarticulate gasps and groans escaped his lips. Donnie flopped back on the bed as Missy finally released his cock. He couldn't believe the fantastic head that he'd just received, and he couldn't believe that he was still hard. He opened his eyes to the sight of Jennifer peeling off her nighty. God, she was fantastic – a beautiful face, softly curled hair and there was no sag at all to her incredible breasts. He sat up, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down beside him. "Aaa...Donnie," she yelped as she bounced on her back. In a flash, his head darted between her legs. He used his thumbs to peel back her labia and thrust his tongue in her pussy as far as it could go. He massaged her clit with his finger as he swabbed her pussy with his probing tongue. She was already remarkably wet. No doubt thanks to whatever she and Missy had been doing. Anyway, the girl was more than ready for cock. Jennifer would have been content to have Donnie eat her out for a while. But then she saw his sculpted torso loom over her. She saw the fiery lust in his eyes and knew that he wasn't in the mood to give more head. He nestled the head of his magnificent cock between her pussy lips and pushed. Missy's previous experience hadn't prepared her for this. Donnie's cock plunged deep and touched her in places that had never been touched. At the same time, the width of his wonderful dick spread her lips wider and wider. "Uhhh...so fucking big...so fucking deep," she moaned. If his cock looked big, that was nothing compared to how it felt. She spread her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, unconsciously urging him to fill her completely. Donnie slowly withdrew his cock and just before it would have slipped out, he sent it tunneling back into Jennifer's oh so gloriously tight pussy. He smiled down at the girl and said, "You've got to have the tightest pussy in the world." Jen chuckled, but then she bit her lower lip as his cock filled her to bursting once more. "Oh Donnie, fuck me," she begged him. Donnie was more than happy to oblige. He began to make his strokes faster and harder. Missy had cum twice while watching the hot teen couple get it on just a few feet away. It was neat that her b*****r and her best friend were getting it on so well. But she was beginning to feel a little left out. She lay down beside Jennifer and said, "He's fucking you good, isn't he?" "Uh huh...it's unbelievable," Jennifer said. "You've fucked him too, haven't you?" "Oh yeah," Missy said. She kissed her friend while her b*****r stabbed her with his hard rod. Missy played with Jen's full breasts as the girl shuddered through an orgasm. She looked up at Donnie just in time to see his back arch. "Aggghh..." he grunted as he sent a hot load of teen boy cream into Jen's snatch. "My turn," Missy said as she pushed her b*****r to the side. He perched against the headboard just as she had a few minutes before. Missy went down on Jen's cunt. It was messy to say the least. There was a heady mixture of Donnie's cum and even if Jen wasn't a squirter, she was leaking copious amounts of pussy juice. Missy licked and sucked until she had cleaned out Jen's cunt. Then she kissed her way upward until the two teens were swapping tongues. They rolled around on the bed, kissing and fondling tits and riding one another's thighs. Donnie was taking it all in. No wonder Missy had been fingering her pussy so hard just a few minutes before. He stroked his cock back to full hardness – not that it needed much encouragement. The girls' thighs were wet with pussy juice. They humped their clits until they both came. "Shit, I never dreamed we could do it like that," Jennifer giggled into Missy's ear. "Me neither," said Missy. She tweaked her friend's nipple. "Are you still horny?" "I can't believe it, but I am," Jen said. "Me too," said Missy. "I want to eat you." "Let me do you," Jen insisted. "Oh fuck, just do each other," Donnie said. He made a twisting motion with his hands to show what he meant. "Oh yeah," said Missy. She immediately turned so that her face was above Jen's pussy. "Mmmm... this'll be nice," she said taking a long swipe at Jen's clit. Jen put her hands on Missy's butt and pulled her pussy within range of her questing tongue. She sucked Missy's clit between her lips and flicked her tongue over the turgid nub of sex. In only seconds her friend was leaking pussy juices into her mouth. "Oh shit, I'm getting ready to cum," Missy groaned. She worked even harder at Jen's cunt, trying to touch every inch of her pussy walls, trying to give her the same pleasure that she felt. Donnie slowly stroked his cock. This girl on girl action had him as hard as ever. He couldn't believe that he had two beautiful girls in bed with him; ones that were hot and horny and eager for his dick. The girls hit their orgasms at the same time. Missy buried her face in Jen's snatch and sucked at her clit and tongued fuck as hard as she could. She ground her pussy on Jen's face. Her cunt contracted and she knew that Jen was getting pussy juice smeared all over her pretty face. "AHHH..OHHHhhhh..." she gasped out. The girls separated and Donnie saw his chance to rejoin the fun. It was Missy's turn to get banged so he positioned himself behind her and pulled her hips upward until she was on her knees. He eased his rock hard dick into her wet, wet pussy and began a nice fuck stroke. "Oh my god, Donnie," she cried. "You're so fucking big...so fucking big." She buried her face in the bed clothes and babbled on and on about her b*****r, the big stud. Jennifer got on her knees and came to Donnie's side. "You're fucking your s****r good aren't you?" she said, nuzzling his ear. "You know it," he said, never breaking the rhythm of his masterful strokes. Jennifer kissed him; her tongue swirled in his mouth. "I want your big dick in me," she told him. "My pussy's hot and tight for you." "Mmmm...just as soon as Missy gets off," he told her with a wink. Jennifer licked her lips. Missy was her best friend, but she didn't want Donnie's cock to explode before she could use it. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock as best she could. She had some idea of stifling his orgasm, but when her fingers bumped against Missy's pussy, she got another idea. She lifted her finger so that it ran over Missy's clit with each fuck stroke. "mmmMMMMEEEEEEEEEeeee..." Miss shrieked into the accumulation of sheets, blankets and pillows around her head. It was a good thing her voice was muffled, otherwise her parents, and probably the neighbors would have come running. It went on for a full minute before Missy quieted and collapsed. Jennifer flopped onto her back and spread her legs in invitation. "You seem to be free," she said, grinning at Donnie. "Yes, I think I can fit you in," Donnie said, going along with her banter. The head of his steely cock worked against her pussy lips. "Or maybe that's you fitting me in," he muttered. Suddenly, his cock-head punched through and he sent it surging through her pussy canal. "Oh yeah, so tight and hot." "Ohhhh...baby...yes, yes," Jennifer exclaimed as Donnie pounded her. She loved the way his cock made her pussy sing. After shagging Jen on her back for a couple of minutes, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled up until he was on his knees and she was impaled on his monster fuck pole. She threw her arms around his neck and pillowed her big tits against his chest. She could feel her nipples scraping across his skin with each stroke. She held on through one orgasm after another. She loved this – loved it, loved it, loved it. Sex with her first lover had been okay. She had cum, but this – sex with her friends - was simply awesome. Donnie and Missy could send her mind and body into another realm where there was nothing but pussy tingling pleasure. Donnie shagged Jennifer until it seemed as if she was cumming continuously. She alternated snorting hot air into his ear and making soft, high pitched keening sounds. He felt like a master cocksman, making her cum so much. But the pressure in his balls wasn't to be denied, and besides, his legs were beginning to ache. He laid Jennifer onto her back and once more buried his cock in her clinging pussy. "Oh shit, oh fuck...I'm cumming so good," he groaned. His cock jerked and spat out what felt like gallons of hot teen cream. The hot stuff washed back over his shaft and leak down his balls. When his dick finally stopped spurting, he lay down, face up, between the two girls. Donnie covered his eyes with his arm. It seemed that pussy heaven could be somewhat exhausting. He wondered if they were all going to sl**p in this arrangement when he heard a giggle, and then he felt a hand on his cock- shaft, and then he felt a pair of lips on his cock-head – complete with a tongue drilling into his cum-slit. He'd cum three times in about an hour, but is cock was filling out, growing rigid with lust once more. He reached to both sides of his sculpted torso and filled his hands with soft breasts. * Robert Somers slowly paced through his front yard, head down, hands in his back pockets. It was nearly noon on a Saturday. Robert was dressed for a day off. He was wearing tan cargo shorts, a white tee shirt and canvas slip on shoes. He looked like a man obsessed in examining his grass for an encroachment of weeds. His mind wasn't on his lawn however. Ten minutes ago he had glanced across the street to see Jennifer Allison pass by her picture window wearing nothing but her bra and panties. To be honest, she may have been in a bikini. Since the other night, Jennifer had been on his mind. Images of the teen beauty danced in his head. He'd love to see her in a bikini – maybe she was sunbathing in the Allison's backyard. Robert looked thoughtfully back at his house. Missy and Helen had gone to the mall. Donnie had mentioned that he was going to visit a friend in the neighborhood. Robert returned his gaze to the Allison home. Rick, Jen's dad, would be at work right now, seeing as how it was a busy Saturday at Charles'Mart. Robert frowned in thought. He couldn't get the picture of Jen and Missy out of his head. They weren't in love or anything like that, were they? Weren't they just a couple of hot chicks pleasuring each other on a slow night? He rolled his eyes; he didn't know which was worse. Both scenarios made his dick tingle. Robert found himself ringing the Allison's doorbell. He barely remembered crossing the street and going up the walkway to the door. No one answered. Now what? Just go back home? Walk around the Allison home, hoping to find Jen in a skimpy bikini? He was half hard just imaging it. He... The door opened. "Hi, Mr. Somers," Jennifer said. She wasn't in a swimsuit, nor her bra and panties, but something almost as enticing. She was wearing a sleeveless, pink crop top that obviously didn't have a bra underneath. There was about an acre of bare skin below her top and then a pair of hip hugging shorts that stopped soon after they began. There was no doubt as to the length of Jen's legs. "Hi, Jennifer, I was wondering if we could talk," Robert said with a pleasant smile. He was pleased with calm voice and manner. "Uh...well, it's not..." Jennifer said. "It won't take but a minute," Robert said. He put his palm on the door above the girl's head and pushed the door wider. He slipped inside. "Oh, if it's just for a sec'," Jennifer said as she had to step aside. Robert looked around the Allison living room. Angela, Jennifer's mother, had never been the neatest of housekeepers and truth be told, the place looked the same. But not bad for a man who worked long hours and his teenage daughter. Robert sat on a sofa and patted the cushion next to him. "Please, sit down." Jennifer sat and crossed her tanned legs. She swept her hair back and rested her hands in her lap. Of course her movements made her unfettered breasts bobble around in her top. Robert realized that the shy Jennifer he knew was growing into her amazing body. She seemed much more self possessed than she had just a few weeks ago. His dick liked that; it swelled larger. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly; he wasn't exactly sure where to begin. "Uhhh...I know that you and Missy have been very good friends... very, very good friends." Jen nodded in the way that says yes, but what of it? "And I know that sometimes girls can be...ummm...too close, let's say," Robert said. Jen frowned. "So you don't want me to see Missy anymore?" she said, clearly becoming upset. "Oh no, no," Robert said. He patted her knee and left his comforting, and very warm, hand there. "I mean that you should be cultivating other friendships... uh, let's say the company of boys." "Boys?" said Jennifer, still wondering what he was getting at. "Youngish human males?" Robert said with a smile. "I mean, you have to know that they're very much attracted to someone who's as beautiful as you. Even us old guys would give you more than one look." Look my ass, thought Robert. One glance at you and us old guys would like to give you every inch of cock that we could muster. Jen blinked her eyes in surprise. Oh shit, she thought as she realized what he meant. Did he really know fully about her and Missy's relationship? Robert saw her hesitation. Moving on instinct that had served him well with a dozen young women over the years, he moved closer to Jen and slid his hand up her smooth thigh. "Being with a man can be very exciting," he said smoothly and gently. Jen found herself becoming excited. No matter why he was doing it, the mature and handsome Mr. Somers was coming on to her. "Really?" she said innocently; as if she hadn't been thoroughly fucked by this man's son. Robert's hand gently caressed Jennifer's knee. "Let me show you," he said. When she didn't protest he uncrossed her legs and let his fingers dance up her leg and play along the inside of her wonderfully soft thighs. He went to his knees before her and deftly undid the button of her shorts. In a second, he had her shorts off. He was surprised to see that she wore no panties, but the sight of her pussy slit drove any thought from his mind. He immediately began to rain kisses on her inner thigh and labia. "Oh, Mr. Somers, that feels so good," Jennifer said. The man was good. His lips on her clit sent shivers through her body. She loves it, Robert told himself. He was determined to show her how well an experienced man could make her feel. He sank his finger into her pussy. Already, she was surprisingly wet. He swirled his tongue around her clit as he fingered the bump of her g-spot. He was good at this. He could bring Mia out of one of her angry moods to a full blown orgasm in five minutes. Jennifer didn't take that long. Her back arched and her head whipped back and forth. "Ohhh... ahhhhh," Jen wailed. "I'm cumming, OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING." Robert was sure that he had rocked her world, and now he was going to be sure that she rocked his. He stood and unzipped his pants; in a moment, his cock was on display. He loved the way Jennifer's eyes widened at the sight of his thick eight inches. He hadn't been this hard since the night he'd watched her and Missy play. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Uh huh," Jen said. "Play with it," Robert said, pushing his hip forward. Jennifer lifted her hand and rubbed up and down the length of his cock. "Mmm...that's nice, baby," he said. "Why don't you kiss it?" "Kiss it?" Jennifer said innocently. "Just like you kiss...uh... Missy," he said. "Oh," said Jennifer, so he really did know. In the heat of the moment, she reckoned that somehow playing around with Mr. Somers would negate any concerns he had about her and Missy. She leaned forward and gave the head of his pecker a big, almost comic smooch. "More," Robert said, "have some fun with it." Jennifer licked his cock a few times and then she suddenly locked her lips around the head. She took almost three inches of his man meat into her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth. At the same time, she jerked her hand along the length of his stalk. Robert closed his eyes in bliss. This girl is a natural born cocksucker, he thought. If he wasn't careful, she was going to bring him off in a heartbeat. He put his hands on her head and regretfully withdrew his cock from her vacuum of a mouth. "That's wonderful, honey," he told her, "but let's do something else." "Wasn't I doing it right?" Jennifer asked as if she didn't know that she had been giving him great head. "Very right," said Robert. "Here, set upright on the edge of the sofa." She did as he asked, and then he reached down and pulled off her top. Her magnificent breasts came into view. For their size, they defied gravity the way they sat high on her chest. "My god, you have some great tits, girl." He tweaked her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, and then he smiled as Jennifer shivered. "Let me show you something that's fun," he said. He took his cock-head and painted her cleavage with his pre-cum. The stuff was steadily leaking from his rigid dick. "Now put your hands on the sides of your breasts and trap my cock in between." "Like this?" Jennifer asked. She fanned her fingers wide and pushed her tits together. "Mmmm...that's it... good girl," Robert said. He began to titty fuck her. His sensitive cock-head felt like heaven as it slid up and down between her cum slick tits. Jennifer ground her tits together, giving him extra friction to enjoy. She licked his cum slit as he thrust it above the twin bubbles of her fine breasts. "Oh, Jennifer, you are fantastic," he gushed. "You're fucking my tits, Mr. Somers," Jen said. Robert thrust faster. He could feel his sap rising. Jennifer looked so young, so fantastic with her sandy blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She looked so eager to milk the cum from his cock, too. "Oh, baby...baby, I'm going to shoot." "Shoot off all over my big titties, Mr. Somers," Jennifer told him with a taunt in her voice. "Ohhhhh, yeah...YES...YES... FUCK YES," Robert grunted. His first shot of cum streaked all the way to Jennifer's chin. The second string slopped over onto her right breast. The rest of his cum flowed in decreasingly powerful pulses from his cum-slit and filled her cleavage. Robert took a deep breath and stepped back. "Jennifer, that was just great. You are so beautiful and amazing." With her forefinger, Jen rubbed at the ribbon of cum that sat atop her breast. She put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a c***d sucking at a sticky sweet. "Mmmm...nice," she said with a smile. "Oh, baby, we can have some more fun. If you'll use that talented mouth of yours on little Robert here, then I can show you what it's really all about." Robert gave her an encouraging grin. He waggled his half hard dick in her face. He knew that she could suck him hard in no time at all. "Gee, I don't know, Mr. Somers," Jen said. She craned her head to look at a hanging pendulum wall clock across the room behind Robert. "Sometimes Daddy comes home for lunch." With perfect timing, the clock began to chime the noon hour. "Oh...well... I guess I'd better go then." With painful rapidity, Robert stuffed his wilted cock back into his shorts. "We, uh...should keep this between us, Jennifer." "Yes, sir, I won't say a word," Jennifer assured him. "And that thing I said about boys," Robert said as he edged toward the door, "you'll keep that in mind, won't you?" Jen swiped up a finger full of cum and let it drip back onto her breast. "I sure will," she said. Robert opened the front door. He stuck his head out and looked around guiltily. "Okay, see you later," he said as he closed the door and left. Jennifer, holding her top against her tits to stop any flow of cum, jumped up and locked the door behind him. She went to the picture window and closed the curtains. Then, in a sing-song voice she called, "You can come out now." Donnie's head appeared from around the corner of an interior doorway. When he saw that the coast was clear, he stepped into the room. He was naked and his half hard cock swung from side to side as he walked. He looked astonished and concerned. "What the hell?" he said. "I guess your dad thinks Missy and I are lesbians," she said with a grin. "I think he thinks he's showed me how great you guys are." Donnie made a derisive snort and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and withdrew a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, he took a long swallow. Jennifer sensed his bad mood and followed him. "Hey," she said, "I'll admit I sort of teased him along – it won't happen again." Donnie shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong. In fact that 'am I doing it right' business was kind of sexy." "So you're pissed because he came over – and came over my tits," she asked, hoping to draw him out. Donnie sighed and said, "Yeah, well... actually, it was something that happened at work the other day." He took a drink and stopped to gather his thoughts. "I usually work what they call the front end; I move carts, help carry out stuff – sometimes I stock shelves." Jennifer nodded. "Well, the other day some guys called in sick, so they had me go to receiving to help unload a truck. I worked a couple of hours, and then lunch time came around. I usually eat in the break room, but it was a nice day, so I went back to the receiving bay and ate there with the other guys in the open air." Donnie took a sip of water and settled his bare butt against the kitchen counter. "So the talk turned to gossip – you know - who got hired, who got fired, who got promoted and so forth and so on." Jennifer crossed her arms under her considerable breasts and said, "Uh huh." "So this one guy, he's near my age," Donnie continued, "said that he had a cousin named Mia. They had graduated from school together and they had gone to work for Charles'Mart at the same time, only she became a cashier while he had to take a lower paying job in receiving." Another sip of water. "This Mia is there only a few weeks and she gets promoted to a position at the district office, plus a raise of course." Jennifer shrugged. "Maybe she's smart, maybe she deserved it." Donnie waved the bottle of water. "No there's more to it. You're supposed to work at Charles'Mart for at least six months before you change jobs. And Mia gets two different raises and has three different jobs in less than six months." Jennifer said, "Okay," in a tone that meant get on with it. "Ah, well, the big kicker is that the guy telling the story says that his cousin gets all this because she's dating the district manager. And he said 'dating' only because there were a couple of women on the crew. His tone said 'fucking the district manager.'" "Oh," said Jennifer. "Well, I mean...it could be some other guy at the district office – how does he know it's your..." "That's what someone else on the crew said," Donnie said, interrupting her. "But the cousin had seen them together, and by the time he'd finished describing my dad and talking about what kind of car he drove... It's my father alright." "I guess there's no hope they were just joking with you," Jennifer said. Donnie shook his head. "No, I never tell anyone my father's the district manager. I mean, some people at work know, but no one in that crowd did." Jennifer hugged him. "I'm sorry you're father's fooling around...on your mother I mean. I don't really count what we did..." Her voice trailed off as she realized the hole she was digging. Donnie put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Hey, I don't blame you." The stood like that for several seconds. "Does your dad really come home for lunch sometimes?" he asked. Jennifer laughed into his chest and said, "He never, ever comes home for lunch." She looked up into his eyes. "I think we could use a shower." She and Donnie had had a couple of hot fucks before Robert Somers had showed up. She was feeling yucky from the dried sweat and cum on her statuesque body. The Allisons had a nice, spacious tub and shower combination. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Donnie, pillowing her considerable tits against his back, as he adjusted the spray to a comfortable temperature and volume. When they stepped inside the shower, Jennifer slipped on a pair of bath gloves. She poured liquid soap on the gloves. "What are the gloves for?" Donnie asked. "You'll see," Jennifer said. "Now turn around." She began at his neck and worked her way down, giving Donnie's muscled frame a good rub. "Ow...that's kind of rough," he said. "Don't be a baby; it's supposed to feel like that. It's exfoliating your skin. You'll feel nice and tingly all over when I'm done," she said. "No doubt because my poor skin will be raw and oozing bl**d... hey," Donnie jumped when Jen grabbed his hard muscled ass and massaged his butt cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his torso and rubbed the gloves over the well defined muscles of his chest. She leaned against his back, rubbing her body all over his and getting some clit action against that great ass of his. "This is nice," he said, "but you're not going to use those gloves on my cock, are you." Jennifer laughed. "No, I guess I'd better not." She dropped the gloves and poured a generous amount of soap into her palm. He was already fully erect, but she gave him a good stroking anyway. She carefully soaped up his balls and the light thatch of hair at his groin. By the time she was done, Donnie's cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. That gave her an inspiration. "I want to try something," she said. She turned so that now her back was to his front. "Now bend your knees," she told him, "and stick your cock between my legs." "Oh, okay," Donnie said as he got the idea. In a second, Jennifer looked as if she was sporting a stiffy. "Oh look, I'm a horny little boy with a hard-on, whatever should I do?" she said archly. She wrapped her fingers, at least as much as she was able to, around Donnie's exposed cock and stroked. "I guess I could jerk my weenie," she said in a wondering tone. She ran her finger up the cum-tube, making a long dollop of pre-cum fall to the floor of the tub. "Ohhh... I'm cumming," she said, and then she made of series of grunts like Donnie did sometimes when he came. Jennifer felt his cock slip back and free of her thighs. "Well hell, if you're just going to make fun of it," he sniffed. Jennifer turned and laughed. She had brought him out of his funk and she wanted to keep him that way, at least for a while. She poured liquid soap along the top of her pert teen tits and said, "Now it's your turn." "Mmm...yes," she said as he took her breasts in his hands and lovingly fondled the big orbs. He massaged her breasts and shoulders, the muscles of her back and her ass with his soapy hands. He knelt and kneaded the muscles of her thighs, making sure that his hands accidentally on purpose gave her pussy mound its share of attention. By the time he was finished, she was weak with desire. They rinsed, stepped from the shower and fought over the same big bath towel as they dried off. Giggling maniacally, Jennifer said, "You can't fuck me until I'm dry." Donnie grabbed his cock like a fearsome club and growled, "I'll screw you right now, girl." "Noooo..." she screamed in mock horror as she ran from the bath. Jennifer bounced onto her bed and lay on her back. She adjusted a pillow under her head and spread her legs. She had time to diddle her clit for a few seconds before Donnie made his appearance. He was all pink and smelled of shower soap, and still massively erect. "Oh baby, I'm so ready for you," she said. To her surprise, Donnie went down on her instead of immediately ravaging her pussy with his club of a dick. He brought her to a wonderful orgasm using his lips and fingers. Then, before she could really come off that high, he used the prodigious amount of pre-cum leaking from his slit to lube up his cock. In one long, strong stroke he filled her love channel. "Oh my god, ohmygod..." moaned Jennifer. He'd never felt so big. She thought that her pussy was going to burst from his assault, but only in a good way. Six strokes into their fuck and she was cumming again. A dozen strokes later and she felt Donnie filling her with his hot teen cum. But his strokes didn't falter and neither did his cock. He stayed amazingly hard. Jennifer had used the same canopied bed since she was a little girl. The cloth of the canopy rippled with their sexual rhythm: its wooden construction moaned and creaked, adding its sounds to the moans and groans of the two teen lovers. "Oh Donnie, I've never cum so much," Jen gasped between orgasms. Donnie's face screwed up in a mask of passion. "Oh shit, I'm CUMMING AGAIN," he gasped as if he couldn't believe it." That set off Jennifer once more. Her pussy exploded in wave after wave of passion until she passed out from the sheer pleasure. Jennifer awoke to the feel of Donnie spooned against her back. She looked at the clock radio beside her bed. They'd been asl**p for an hour. She leisurely turned over to face her lover. Donnie's eyes popped open. "Hey," he said with a smile. "Hi, yourself," she smiled back. Donnie lifted his arm and looked at his watch. "When do you have to go to work?" she asked. "Not for a couple of hours," he said. "Oh," was all she got out before Donnie rolled on top of her. He was hard as ever and he slipped his rampant cock into her freshly fucked cunt. He surged in and out of her pussy with long, powerful strokes – not the like the frantic jackhammer approach he'd used earlier. Jennifer couldn't believe it. It was like he had hit some permanent on switch in her pussy. It clenched and released his cock in a series of quick orgasms. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," she moaned in time with his strokes. Her body shook as if she were plugged into an electrical outlet and her eyes rolled back in her head. Donnie paused. "Are you alright?" he asked her. She slapped him on the shoulder. "Yes!" she cried. "For god's sake don't stop. More... MORE!" "Well okay then," Donnie said with a smile. He was proud of the way his mighty cock was performing. It felt as if her pussy was milking at his dick. He reared back on his knees and pulled Jen's ass upward. He shagged her good as Jen grabbed at her tits. Abruptly, she locked her legs around his waist and sat up onto his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed the hard nipples of her massive tits into his chest. Her hot breath roared in his ear. She bounced up and down on his cock groaning, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," with every stroke. Finally she had another massive orgasm that seemed to last forever. "Oh, Donnie, I love you, I love you," she gasped into his ear. He came in a series of mind shattering blasts of cum. Chapter 4 Missy approached the door to the Turkleton household. She had her math book and a thin spiral notebook in the crook of her arm. She had decided to take Jennifer's advice about using a tutor. She was confident that she could have figured out things on her own, but her parents were more than willing to pay for help with schoolwork. It helped that Jennifer had assured her several times that Ned was no longer nerdish. She was wearing a sleeveless, fuchsia top that gathered up her breasts and shoved their tops above the square cut bodice. The top was skin tight and ended just above her white hip hugging shorts, also tight on her shapely butt. She rang the doorbell and it was answered shortly by Ned. Missy hardly recognized the guy. Gone was the pudgy guy with awful, spiky hair that was full of product. Also gone were the black, horn rimmed glasses. The new Ned was slim and trim. There were no glasses. His hair was a sun streaked light brown and he'd let it grow over his ears, but it was neatly styled. He was wearing a pair of nylon basketball shorts and an oversized tee shirt. Missy was pleasantly surprised. "Hi, I'm Missy," she said. "Hey, Missy, come on in," he said as he stepped back. "My classroom," he said, making air quotes with his fingers, "is downstairs." They walked through the rear of the living room and into a hallway. Ned opened a door and they descended a flight of steps into a workshop. Tools were s**ttered around and everything was covered in a fine layer of wood dust. "Dad's a great carpenter," Ned said, "but he's kind of messy." "I see," Missy said, trying to sound uncritical. Ned opened another door, and they entered a room that took up the rest of the space of the full basement. "This is nice," Missy said as she looked around. There was a wet bar in one corner; behind it sat a refrigerator and shelves stocked with foodstuffs. In another corner it looked as if a bathroom had been walled off. A sizeable flat-screen television hung on a wall and a comfortable, if a bit shabby, sofa and chairs were arranged before it. In another corner was a workout machine. It was a marvel of weights and cables, with bars to pull and push. "Do you workout?" Missy asked, nodding at the machine. "Uh, yeah, I try to do something every day," Ned said. Missy thought that he was being modest. She could only see the muscles of his calves and forearms, but they looked cut and well developed to her. "We can work over here," he said. There was a desk close to the long wall opposite the TV. Behind the desk, a couple of whiteboards had been hung. In front of the desk was a long table with several folding chairs s**ttered around it. They sat in a couple of chairs next to one another. "So what seems to be the problem?" he asked. Missy opened her math book to the chapter where she was having trouble. "Pretty much anything after here," she said, pointing to a page. Ned nodded. "Okay, give me a minute to refresh my memory." Missy watched Ned as he scanned the pages. He was instantly engrossed in the math. He's kind of cute, she thought. Intense, but cute. After five minutes of reading and making notes, Ned stood and went to one of the whiteboards. Taking a marker, he drew the axis of a graph on the board. "Okay," he said, "it's all about recognizing how functions relate to their graphical representations." Thirty minutes later, Missy was at the whiteboard. "So this function," she said, pointing to an equation, "means that this line," she pointed to a line on a graph, "will infinitely approach zero, or this axis." "I think you're getting there," Ned said. "You're a good teacher," Missy said. Actually, she'd had that 'oh, now I get it' moment in her head about fifteen minutes ago. But she'd continued to ask questions and feign confusion. She really did think that he was a good teacher. He was willing to explain things from a different perspective when the first approach didn't work. He didn't just give the same lecture more slowly and in a louder voice. "Thanks," he said. "Why don't we take a break? You want a soda?" "Sure, anything diet," she responded. As Ned went to the refrigerator behind the bar, Missy wandered across the room to the sofa. There was a coffee table there. It was full to overflowing with car, outdoor and woodworking magazines. "I guess your mom doesn't spend a lot of time down here," Missy said. Ned came to her and handed her a diet cola still in the can. "No, she says it my responsibility." "Can we sit here?" she asked. "Oh, sure," Ned said. Missy hesitated just long enough so that when they hit the sofa, she was right by his side. In fact, the sofa cushions sagged in a conspiracy to throw them together. "So," she said after a sip, "our school is pretty big, but I'm surprised that we haven't met before. I mean, I knew who you were, but it was my friend Jennifer who told me that you tutored. " Ned took a hefty swig of soda, suppressed a belch and said, "Oh but we have met." "Really?" Missy said. "Where... when." "It was just before Christmas your freshman year. I was a sophomore, of course. You came into the library in a huge panic about a paper you'd totally put off until the last minute." Missy nodded. "Yeah, I remember." Ned nodded too. "I was shelving some books that I'd been reading...and I guess you thought I was one of the student helpers...so you asked me about where to find a book. So, long story short, for the rest of the period I helped you find quotes and make citations." He looked down and seemed to examine the top of his soda can. He made circles around the top with his forefinger. He said hesitantly, "When the bell rang, you thanked me and kissed me on the cheek." Missy's eyes opened in amazement. "That was you?" she said. She remembered a fat guy with acne and a buzz cut who squinted a lot. She didn't remember the kiss, though she doubted that Ned was lying about it. She could be an emotional kisser. "Yeah, well... after that, I let my hair grow some and I had to start wearing glasses – contacts now," he said pointing to his eyes. "I guess that's why you never spoke to me in the halls, you probably didn't recognize me." Missy winced. As a matter of fact, she had noticed his changes, but she had avoided eye contact with him after that day in the library. And later, he must have faded into the background with the rest of the students she didn't know or care about. She put her hand on his knee. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was just being your basic teenage girl snob. Here, let me give you a real thank you." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then she put a finger to his chin and turned his face to hers. "And here's for helping today." She kissed him full on the lips. It quickly became clear that Ned hadn't had much practice at the art of kissing. At first he was too stiff; his lips were locked like a couple of boards clamped together. Missy used her fingers to purse his lips and encourage him to loosen up. He got the idea and put his mouth in a more receptive shape, but his lips were still about as soft as glass. Missy broke off the kiss and sat back. "Wow," Ned said breathlessly, "that was awesome." Missy thought it was the worse kiss she'd had since she had been twelve years old, and she'd been locked in a closet for two minutes with Darryl Queen during a birthday party game one afternoon; she'd emerge with a bruised lip and spittle over half her face. But it was pretty obvious that Ned had enjoyed the experience. In fact, he'd enjoyed it so much that his shorts had an astounding bulge. "Yes, it is awesome," Missy said, looking down at his cock-bulge. "Oh shit!" cried Ned. He clamped a hand on his cock and pushed it between his legs. He hunched over and shoved his knees together, looking like a little boy trying not to pee in his pants. "Oh no, no, no..." chanted Missy. "That cat's already out of the bag." She took his wrist and pulled his arm to his side with little resistance. Then she pushed the other arm away. "And now the knees," she said, pushing them apart. "Are you sure?" asked Ned even as his stiffy made a whiffing sound against his shorts as it swiftly sprang back to attention. "Oh yeah," Missy said. The leg of his shorts was so voluminous she could easily pull the hem back toward his groin. Now his cock bulge was hidden only by a thin pair of boxers. His cock-head strained against the cotton material and a wet spot appeared as some pre-cum escaped. Missy was delighted that she'd made him so hot so fast. The idea emboldened her. "Pull it out," she told him. "Are...are you sure?" Ned asked. Missy rolled her eyes. "Here's a hint. If a girl wants to play with your dick, then she probably thinks it's alright." "Oh," was all Ned could think to say. He squirmed around and tugged until his cock appeared through the slit in his shorts. Missy's eyes widened. "Oh my god, Ned," she said, "your cock...it's just huge!" In truth, she thought that it probably wasn't as long as Donnie's, but she decided that it might be thicker. It would be a close call. She gripped it just as she'd done Donnie's. Her thumb was on the sensitive skin just below the head. She began to jack his throbbing member. "Uh, Missy," Ned said, sounding alarmed. "Relax, enjoy it," Missy said. She liked being the aggressor. "No...I...uh...oh, uhhhhhhhhhh," Ned cried out. His cock erupted. A pencil thick shot of cum leapt from the tip of Ned's cock and landed on his shirt. Missy was surprised that he had cum so fast, but she continued to jerk his throbbing dick as she counted ten more shots of teen- cum, just as strong, followed the first one. Streaks of the white cream landed all over the front of his tee shirt. Finally, a couple of lesser squirts fell onto her fingers and ended the spectacular display. "Wow, Ned, that was really something," Missy told him. "Why don't you take off that shirt?" "Hmm?" was all the depleted Ned could manage to say, but he swept his tee-shirt over his head revealing his chest. He worked out all right. Ned had an eight pack and nicely defined pecs. Where Donnie had a V-shaped torso, Ned was slimmer, more boyish. Missy took the tee shirt and cleaned off her hand where some of Ned's hot cum had landed. It was like pudding. She cleaned off the head of his dick; there was still some cum leaking from his slit. His cock hadn't softened at all. "Ned, you're still hard." She giggled and said, "What's the matter, you haven't cum in a month?" "No...no...sometimes I..." he said; his voice trailing off. "Sometimes you have to jack off a bunch to lose your hard-on?" she finished for him. He nodded. "Sounds like a problem most guys would love to have," she said. "You don't understand. I was dating this girl about six months ago. Sometimes she would just look at my cock and I would pop like a firecracker. So I started to masturbate before dates... you know, to take the edge off. But the more I did it, the more I had to do it. Sometimes, I had a sore dick before I even started the date. In the end, it really didn't help though. She broke up with me, and I... I really liked her," he finished in a mumble. "Awww," Missy said in sympathy, "I think you're a sweet guy – maybe a little rough around the edges when it comes to kissing, but a sweet guy." A sweet guy with a body and a dick to die for, she thought. I bet that girl was afraid of his monster penis – and six months ago perhaps he wasn't the hunk he is now. Missy saw Ned's cock jump. A pearl of pre-cum appeared from the slit and oozed down his cock shaft. "Looks like you're ready to go again," she said as she captured the clear liquid on her fingertip and swirled it around his cock-head. "Yeah, I guess so," he said. He looked hopefully at Missy, afraid to come out and ask anything of her. Damn I'm horny, thought Missy. I'm practically gushing in my shorts. Well, there's a big ol' hard cock here, no point in letting it go to waste. She stood up. "Are you leaving?" he asked, clearly afraid that she might. He moved as if to stand. Missy put out her hand to stop him. "No chance of that," she said. She undid the button of her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She had to swish her hips from one side to the other in order to peel the shorts off her ass. Ned's eyes drank in the sight. "You like that, huh?" she asked as she gave him an extra bump and grind. Ned stroked his cock and a big load of pre-cum washed over the head. "Oh yes," he said. His eyes locked onto her pussy mound and the downy strip of hair she'd left unshaved. Missy straddled his hips. She brushed away his hand and grasped his steel hard cock shaft. She used his hard, slick cock-head like a dildo. She rubbed it back and forth over her clit and down her pussy lips. Soon, everything was slick and gooey with Ned's pre-cum. The stuff was really flowing. Missy ever so slowly eased her pussy lips over the swelling knob of his cock-head. "Have you fucked?" she asked him. "Once..." he said. "About six months ago," she finished for him. He nodded. "Just relax," she told him. "Maybe we can cure your need to masturbate so much." She slowly rolled her hips forward, engulfing six or eight inches of his wide- bodied cock. "Mmmm, you're really stretching my pussy," she said. She rolled her hips back until only his cock- head remained to stretch her vaginal lips. She felt Ned squirm beneath her. She thumped the hard muscle of his shoulder. "Don't move," she said firmly, and he relaxed back into the sofa cushion. She rocked forward and then back again, two seconds forward and two seconds back. "Missy, Missy, Missy this is unbelievable," he moaned. Missy smiled; she knew that the velvety lining of her pussy was constantly stimulating every inch of his massive dick. Of course the reverse was also true. Just like Donnie's cock, Ned's was giving her cunt what it craved. But she was determined to draw this out and give him a fuck to remember. Minute after minute she maintained the slow pace. "Missy, I can't stand it," Ned groaned. His head rolled from side to side and he looked as if he was in agony. He pushed his hips upward to get some more movement. "No!" Missy said sternly. She thought it was funny. Ned could have rolled her over and screwed her into the floor if he wanted to, but he was willing to let her take charge. She liked that. With a supreme effort of will, Missy slow-fucked Ned for several minutes. His breath grew ragged and he broke out in a sweat. Suddenly, his body became as tense as a bowstring. His back arched and his mouth opened in a soundless scream. Missy felt his entire body vibrate as his cock swelled and ejected a thick stream of cum. "HUH...HUH...HUH," Ned cried in time with his ejaculations as they streamed into Missy cunt. Eventually, overwhelming her stretched pussy, his teen cream poured back over his massive cock and down his balls. It seemed as if he might cum until his body ran out of fluids, but finally Ned relaxed back onto the sofa. Missy gave him all of ten seconds to recover. His marvelous cock was still hard and she was intent on using it. She stretched high on his body until her tits were in his face. "Grab my ass, Ned." "What?" he slurred, pretty much dazed from the most amazing sexual experience of his life. "Hold my ass in both of your hands," Missy said, enunciating each word slowly and carefully. Ned did as he was told. It took a few seconds, but eventually he was holding the tight flesh of her butt cheeks in both hands. "Okay, Ned, it's time to cut loose. Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast." Ned sent his still hard cock upward into her cum slick pussy. He was too slow at first. But when he realized that Missy wasn't going to slow him down, he built up speed like a locomotive, going faster and faster; not that he wasn't derailed every now and then when his cock would slip the tracks and go careening across one of her compact ass cheeks. Missy was quick to get him back into play by grabbing his big throbber - it was like trying to maneuver the cum coated barrel of a bat – and position it back where it belonged. * Donnie entered his home through the kitchen door. He was just in time to witness his mother take something from the oven. She had asked him to come home straight from work so that they could have a dinner together alone. His father was at a business conference in Las Vegas; Donnie wasn't sure where Missy was. "Hi," he said, "that smells good." He went to the counter where Helen had set an aluminum cooking pan, its contents were bubbling. "Oh good, lasagna." His mother had promised to cook one of his favorites. "Hey, honey," Helen said. She was looking good in a blue and rose colored halter dress. It had a deep neckline that revealed the curve of her full breasts. "Why don't you freshen up while I put the rolls in the oven? I'm starved." "Me too," said Donnie. His shift at Charles'Mart hadn't ended until eight. It was going to be almost nine when they sat down to eat. Donnie took a quick shower and donned a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt. It was nice to be fresh and cool once more after sweating in a hot asphalt parking lot all afternoon. He walked barefoot into the living room. His mother had already set the table. There was the lasagna as well as a garden salad. He sat as Helen brought in a basket of rolls. She disappeared into the kitchen once more and reappeared with two glasses and a bottle of wine. She filled one of the glasses and put it next to her plate, and then, much to Donnie's surprise, she half filled the other glass and put it before him. Donnie pointedly looked at the glass and then at his mother. She softly snorted and said, "I know your father sneaks you beers now and again. Just make sure that you drink plenty of water with that." Donnie laughed. "I thought that was a secret between me and him." "Your father doesn't keep secrets as well as he'd like," Helen said quietly. She sat and took a long sip of wine. She gestured to Donnie that he should help himself to the lasagna. Donnie took a generous portion of the lasagna and just enough salad to keep his mother from fussing. Helen took mostly salad and only a taste of the meaty lasagna. There was a good reason that she had kept her figure into her late thirties. They ate and talked about nothing in particular. Donnie noticed that his mother kept topping off her glass of wine. He'd had some cheap wine before, but it had been sweet and cold, obviously something you drank to get high. The dinner wine wasn't like that stuff at all. It wasn't sweet – drier, he thought was the correct term, and it had a more complex taste. But that was secondary to the fact that it warmed his tummy and made his groin tingle. "Where's Missy?" he asked at one point. "One of her friends, Ruth Jameson, is having a stay over party," Helen said. "Mmm," Donnie said with a nod. He could just imagine Missy and five or six other girls sitting around scantily clad, maybe sharing some illicitly gained alcohol, maybe some kissing and giggling, then more kissing and less giggling. Damn, he was going to be hard as a rock in a few seconds. And didn't his Mom look good tonight? "...and then they bought the house anyway," his mother was saying. "Ah," Donnie said. Yes, better to get his mind on real estate. "I'll get the dessert," Helen said, arising from the table after they'd finished off the main part of the meal. She returned from the kitchen with two dessert plates of cheesecake topped with cherry sauce, another of Donnie's favorites. She had a sliver of a serving for herself, whereas Donnie's practically filled his plate. She was also carrying another bottle of wine. She added some to her glass and then shrugged and filled Donnie's glass to the halfway point once more. He'd never seen his mother d***k, and she wasn't d***k now, but he could see the effect of the wine in her hazel eyes and the way she was beginning to enunciate her words carefully. He was down to the last bites of the cheesecake when Helen said, "I wanted us to have some time alone because I have to tell you about some decisions I've made." "Oh?" he said, clearly worried. When his mother talked about her decisions, it meant that something big had happened or was about to happen. Helen waved her wine glass in the air; the liquid sloshed about but didn't spill. "Don't worry, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact, I'm hoping for your help and understanding." "Okay," Donnie said. "So what's up?" Helen took a full gulp of wine. She said, "I got an anonymous e-mail the other day. It said that your father was having an affair with a woman at work." "Wha...uhh," Donnie started to say, but Helen put up her hand. "Please, let me get through this; it isn't easy." "Okay," Donnie said weakly. Helen drank more wine, but only a sip. "Your father and I haven't been in love for years. Oh we get along all right. We've tried to present a united front to you and Missy, and we don't argue over money; neither one of us has a problem staying on a budget. Of course it helps that we both have good paying jobs. "Anyway...there's a whole underground of gossip that goes on between Charles'Mart employees and their spouses. I've stayed away from it; after all it's all ninety-nine percent crap – people speculating without facts and others telling lies to screw over a fellow employee." She took another sip. "But I have a friend who knows how to cut through the bullshit – pardon my language." Another sip. "She did some research for me and found out that Robert has been seeing a young woman, and I mean she's barely out of high school. He's been seeing her for a while." Helen waved her wine glass once more. This time a dash of wine slopped over the edge and onto her fingers. She put the glass down and picked up her napkin. As she wiped her finger she said, "I know your father's no saint. There have been other women over the years, but this is just stupid. I mean screwing someone at work? Come on, she could sue Robert in a heartbeat. He could lose his career. And... and I won't have it." Helen had wound the napkin so tightly around her hand her fingertips were dark red. "I am not going to be the wife who soldiers on while her husband risks everything for some... some young piece of ass! Hell, he's with her right now – in Vegas. I checked!" She took a deep breath, put down the napkin and took another sip of wine. "So," she continued in a flatter tone, "I took steps. I went to see an attorney last week. With his advice I've moved some assets around. I rented an apartment across town. Tomorrow, someone is coming to change the locks on the doors, and movers are coming. We're going to box up at least most of your father's things and take them to the apartment. "At the same time, my attorney is going to have someone serve papers on Robert – divorce papers. He's also carrying a letter saying pretty much what I've just told you." Helen finished off her wine. She put the glass down and nervously spun the glass in her fingers. She looked plaintively into Donnie's eyes. Donnie was stunned. He was pale and he wondered if his supper was going to stay down. He looked up at his mother. "I...I don't know what to say." "I know this was a lot to throw at you," Helen said, "but I was hoping for your understanding... and even for your support?" She rushed on. "With Missy I mean – she'll be upset and..." "I sent the e-mail," Donnie blurted. "You sent it?" Helen asked, astounded. Donnie nodded. He told her about the day at work where the Charles'Mart employees had talked about his father. He finished with, "I thought that you and Dad might have a big fight at worse. I didn't..." Helen stood and walked around the table. She moved slowly; she wasn't quite as steady on her feet as she normally was. When she reached Donnie's side, she hugged him, cradling his head on her breast. "Oh honey, you didn't do anything wrong. It would have all happened anyway. It was just a matter of time." They hugged for a long minute, and then Helen split the remaining wine between their glasses. "Come on; let's go into the living room." The Somers' living room wasn't all that large. A sectional couch was set against one wall and faced an entertainment center on the opposite wall. A wide, low, slightly beaten up table acted as footstool, magazine rack and work space. On both ends of the sofa were sections that also doubled as recliners. As they entered the room, Donnie realized that was how his f****y had lived their lives. His parents each had had their own recliner. He and Missy had spent many evenings doing their homework at that old table while their parents occupied opposite ends of the room, sharing little but their k**s and a television. Helen maneuvered a couple of old magazines into place on the table to act as coasters and placed the wine glasses. Donnie sat squarely in front of the TV, like he always did; even though it wasn't on tonight. Helen sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder. She picked up her glass and sipped. Donnie did the same. "Donnie," Helen said, "I'm not out to screw over your father. We'll split everything equi-equab... evenly. No custody battles – at least as far as I'm concerned. You and Missy can live where you want. I..." "It's okay, Mom," Donnie said. He took a deep drink of the wine and put the glass back on the table. His head swam; that stuff was more potent than he realized. "I'm on your side. I haven't been able to talk Missy into anything since she was ten, but I'll try to make her understand." He and his father weren't all that close. Robert had never taught him a sport, and it was always his mother who came school events or little league games. Except for the awful episode with the stolen car, Donnie could hardly remember any conversations between him and his father. Helen polished off her wine and put the glass down. With a deep sigh, she settled back and snuggled against Donnie's side. She slid her arm under his and rested her hand on his thigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Oh thank goodness," she said. "You don't know how much of a weight that is off my mind." Donnie glanced at his mother's form. She had sat carelessly; the hem of her dress was halfway up her thighs. Her sun dress gapped open revealing most of her left breast. He couldn't believe how firm and nicely shaped it was. Missy was right; she'd be lucky to end up with tits like their mother's. Full C-cups he decided – maybe even D's. His dick began to harden, and Donnie didn't care. He felt warm and fuzzy from the wine and a nice stiffy seemed to be just the thing right now. His eyelids drifted closed. Helen loved the feel of her son. There was a pleasant dichotomy between his soft skin and the hard muscles underneath. Plus, he smelled good from his masculine body wash and fresh clothing. She shifted her head on his shoulder and inhaled his maleness...and saw his erection. She could actually see his big cock moving in his shorts. Helen felt a rush of heat in her loins. She shouldn't have had so much wine – it had a tendency to make her horny. Helen tried to cut her eyes around far enough to see if Donnie was awake. His breathing was deep and regular, and she thought his eyes were closed. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand, which had been on her son's thigh, lifted and hovered over his cloth covered hard-on. She wanted to grab that expression of manly power and have her way with it – or maybe it with her. But she couldn't do that, could she? She'd just touch it...maybe see if her fingers would wrap around it. That would be all right – if he felt anything, he'd think it was a dream. Her hand lowered to the tip of his cock. She ran her finger over the head and then down his shaft until the tented fabric of his shorts took her fingertip out of contact. Donnie didn't react. She repeated her trick with her finger. Still, Donnie didn't respond. She took her forefinger and thumb and outlined his cock-head. Damn, the thing was wide. She could just imagine this man-c***d's horse-cock splitting her pussy lips. She shivered deliciously; she could feel her pussy getting wet with lust. Helen bit her lower lip. This was awful. She was tipsy and horny and she badly needed cock. Damn Robert anyway. Why couldn't he have stayed faithful? She was still good looking; she still had a good – no by god, a great figure. At one point, she and Robert couldn't get enough of one another. Their lives had been built around hot fucks – any time, any place. It was hard to believe that their passion had all gone away. She felt Donnie stir. She looked down and saw that, lost in her memories of hot sex with Robert, she had inadvertently begun to jerk off her son. Donnie's hand moved and she was scared that he was going to knock her hand away. But he didn't, in fact he put his hand on hers and encouraged her along. "Oh Mom, that feels so good," he murmured. Helen heard the catch in his voice. His breathing became shallower and erratic. He was hot for her hand job. "Do you like that?" she whispered in his ear. "Mmmm...it's great," he said. A dark spot appeared on his shorts at the tip of his dick. The spot spread, he was leaking pre-cum already. Helen shifted her hand so that she could properly masturbate her son. She knew she shouldn't, but he was willing and she was eager. The fabric of his shorts slipped over the fabric of his underwear. She wanted to see his naked, rampant cock in all its glory, but she didn't want to break the mood. "God, your cock is so thick," she said. Her fingers bumped back and forth over the flare of his cock-head; for sure her fingers couldn't encircle it. "Yeah, big," Donnie agreed. He began to move his hips to meet the stroke of her fingers. "Do you want it faster?" Helen asked her son. "Uh huh," Donnie said. "Like this? Is this how you like it?" Helen asked as she doubled her speed. "Yes, Mom, yes that's it," Donnie moaned. He thrust his hips upward and held them there as Helen did all the work. "Cum for mama, baby," she cooed in his ear. "Yeah...fuck yeah...right there," Donnie cried. Helen felt her son's cock jerk... and jerk and jerk and jerk. The stain on his shorts spread, and then cum leaked through both layers of clothing. "So much cum," she said with awe. Her fingers grew squishy as she continued to jerk and Donnie continued to pour out his load of teen-cum. Donnie relaxed back onto the sofa when his cock stopped spewing. "Thanks, Mom," was all that he could think to say. He turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. She looked at him. It was the same look he had seen on the lust infused faces of Missy and Jennifer – it meant that she wanted more. So he gave her a kiss on the lips. Helen felt her son's lips on hers. They were lips that knew what they were doing and they were eager. Donnie wasn't acting like a man who, once he'd dropped his load, was ready for a snack and television. Hell, Donnie wasn't even going soft. She moaned softly and opened her lips. Their tongues touched and she could have sworn that some kind of energy slipped in to tingle at her nipples and pussy. Donnie felt his mother's hand still clasped to his throbbing cock. He grew bolder; he cupped her breast in his hand and thumbed her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She moaned and tongued him harder and deeper. She liked it and that spurred him to be the aggressor. He untied the bow that kept the straps of his mother's dress in place. He pulled down the short zipper at the small of her back and proceeded to undress his mother. "Honey," Helen protested weakly, but she didn't do anything to stop him. He was a man on a mission. In a few seconds, she was nude except for her panties. Thank god she hadn't worn her granny panties. The ones she had on were a blue, bikini style. "You are so beautiful," Donnie said. He was standing before her now, his cock obscenely tented the front of his plainly wet shorts. He pulled off his tee shirt and then shorts and underwear. With a sodden thump, he tossed them on top of his mother's dress. He went to his knees and spread her legs. With a sharp tug by his hands and a yelp from his mom, her panties were out of the way. Her glistening pussy lips were full and inviting. She was hot and he wanted desperately to make her hotter. Helen felt her son's lips on her pussy. His tongue went from the bottom to the top of her pussy where it laved across her clit. Stimulating waves began to wash through her body. The slightest touch from Donnie's tongue on her sensitive pussy lips made her body quake in reaction. He sucked on her sex button for a few seconds and then licked it again. Amazing thrills shot through her cunt. "Oooooohhh, yessss," she moaned. Where had he learned this? Was he some sort of natural lover? Or had he been banging girls with his magnificent cock for a while now? Donnie's quick tongue soon made coherent thinking impossible. All Helen cared about was wonderful feeling inside her. The warmth inside her cunt began to turn into a raging fire that threatened to consume her. She screamed out, "UUUHHHH! OOOHHHH!" when her son's long tongue finally parted her cunt lips and rammed like a mini-cock into her slick pussy. "Oooooohhhhhh ... ooohhh, honey! Your mouth ...your breath ... so warm ... ohh, yes! Lick it like that." Donnie stuffed his tongue as hard and fast as he could into his mom's cunt. The flood of her vaginal juices washed against his lips. She ground her desire-soaked cunt into his face as she circled her naked loins against his mouth. "Oooohhh, keep it up, keep it up! Fuck it! Oh, shit! Fuck it...harder!" Donnie heard his mother moan and then cry out as an orgasm ripped through her overheated cunt. He felt the walls of her pussy convulse and quiver as erotic tides of sex swept through his mother's body. He stood, his cock quivering with every beat of his heart; pre-cum leaked from its tip in a steady stream. Helen lay on the sofa gaping in awe at her son's giant, lust-stiffened cock. Her naked body jerked in convulsive anticipation. She knew that they shouldn't be doing this but despite the mind bending orgasm she'd just experienced, she was excited and the thought of what he was about to do made the fire in her pussy burn even brighter. She stared at the tip of his throbbing penis, pre-cum leaking from it as if he hadn't had an orgasm in a month. She had to have it even though the thing looked as if it might split her apart. She turned on the sofa and spread her legs so as to give her son easy access. "Fuck me, Donnie," she said quietly. The sofa cushions sagged as Donnie climbed between her legs. Helen reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick, fleshy cock, feeling the bl**d pounding hotly through it. She guided it into the passion drenched opening of her full pussy lips. She moved the thick cock-head back and forth to part the moist slit of her vagina, and when it made contact with her clitoris, she felt a naked shock of pleasure surge through her body. Shifting his hips forward, Donnie pressed his lust swollen cock-head against the tightly restricting mouth of his mother's desire moistened cunt; she was surprisingly tight. Suddenly, Donnie felt the warmth of wet cunt flesh around the head of his throbbing cock. It was like a blanket of soft velvet, and it stirred the pressure in his balls. He eased forward into his mother's well lubricated fuck channel. "Donnie...your cock is so big! I love it, baby, I love it," Helen cried out. Inside her pussy was a hard, throbbing and vibrant cock. Any thoughts of i****t were being driven away by carnal lust. Her son's cock stroked back and forth along her cunt, creating the most intense friction she could possibly imagine. Donnie's dick was long and wide and he was giving her every single inch of it he could. He moved forward with a slow but powerful stroke. Helen's soft vaginal lips were spread wide to take her son's surging cock. His fucking in and out of her cunt made her burn with desire for him. Helen bucked up to meet his every forward thrust. She felt his dick smash through her cunt, igniting fires of passion deep inside her. Her clit began to tingle, and then flare with the messages of delight that spread like lightening through her body; she came again. Donnie felt his mother's waves of orgasm convulse around his plunging cock, making her pussy even tighter. Squirts of hot vaginal juices surged around his cock and flowed onto the sofa. They were going to make an awful mess, but he didn't care. He had his dick in a hot cunt, and he was making it dance to his tune, and he wasn't going to stop for anything. Donnie began to pound his mother's pussy relentlessly. "Ohhhhh...oh, uhhhhh...oh shit... awwww Fuck me, FUCK ME, DONNIE!" Helen begged her son. She was popping off orgasms like firecrackers. Donnie grinned; he was giving his mother all she could handle and more. But he couldn't keep it up forever. He had a hot load of cum churning in his balls and he was going to lose it right now. "I'm gonna cum, Mom...I'm going to cum," he said through clenched teeth. "DO IT...DO IT!" Helen cried. "FILL MY PUSSY!" "Awwww...yeah... yeah... yeah...fuck yeah..." Donnie chanted. Every word was punctuated by a hot stream of teen cum. The milky flow overwhelmed Helen's pussy and began to pump out with every stroke of Donnie's massive cock. Donnie gave his mother one last lingering kiss and fell back onto another section of the couch. Helen sighed a deep sigh of contentment. "That was wonderful," she told Donnie. She glanced between her legs and saw the aftermath of their lovemaking. "Oh dear," she said with dismay. The homemaker in her kicked in and she walked quickly to the kitchen. She giggled as she used paper towels to clean the mix of thick teen cum and her own pussy juices off her inner thighs. She armed herself with cloth towels, paper towels and fabric cleaner, and then with her firm tits jiggling as she moved, she strode back into the living room. Donnie lay with an arm flung over his eyes, his muscled torso glistening with sweat. He looked spent. Well, no wonder, he'd worked eight hours, been jacked off, and then thoroughly fucked a woman. Most men would be snoring by now, but Donnie looked as if he were simply taking a breather. His cock didn't look tired. True, it was sort of canted over at the two o'clock position, but it still looked mostly hard. Helen suddenly had an inspiration. "Honey," she said as she dabbed and wiped and sprayed fabric cleaner, "I'd like to do something." Donnie moved his arm enough to look at her with one eye. "What's that?" he asked, sounding intrigued. "Why don't you go take a shower, put on some nice casual clothes, and we'll go out?" she said. He moved his arm again, this time to look at his watch. "Where would we go at this time of night?" Helen smiled and said, "Where we're going, I think things are just heating up." In the end, it was an hour later when Helen and Donnie were in her Lexus SUV. Helen was wearing another halter dress; this one was done in sky blue silk. She had reapplied her makeup and she was wearing four inch heels. She had rejected Donnie's first wardrobe: jean shorts and a tee. Now he was wearing khaki slacks and an oxford shirt in a color that complimented her dress. Helen pulled a business card from her purse and from it typed an address into her car's GPS. "Where are we going?" Donnie asked. Helen put the car in gear and pulled out of the drive. She said, "I sold a house to a lady who runs a special night spot. I thought we'd check it out." "What makes it so special?" Donnie asked. "You'll see," Helen said with a sly smile. She knew that she shouldn't be driving; she'd d***k too much wine. But she knew to drive with the utmost concentration, and besides, there wasn't much traffic to worry about. It was just a couple of minutes before midnight when Helen steered the Lexus into a spacious parking lot. The building that fronted the lot had a very utilitarian look to it. Helen recognized it as being an old supermarket. The chain of stores that had built it had moved on to bigger and better facilities and this store had been sold off. There were about twenty cars in the lot, most of them as upscale or more than her Lexus. Helen and Donnie saw a sign on the glass door as they approached. It read: W R Club – Members Only. They entered into what was obviously a receiving area. There were several comfortable looking chairs arranged around a low table. Next to a door into the interior was a high, horseshoe shaped counter. A large black man with a shaved head and one diamond earring nodded at them. "Can I help you?" his voice rumbled. "We don't have a reservation or anything," Helen said, sounding unsure. "But, Ms. Trask said to drop in anytime." She held out the business card that she'd taken the address from earlier. The black man smiled and nodded. "Please, have a seat, I'll tell her that you're here." "Thank you," Helen said. She and Donnie turned to the offered chairs as the man picked up a phone and spoke softly into the receiver. They had barely settled into their chairs, when the interior door opened and a woman energetically strode in. She wasn't much over five feet tall, looked to be in her forties and she was thin with short blonde hair. "Helen, it's good to see you," she said, offering her hand. "Hello," Helen said as she shook the woman's hand. "I hope we haven't come at an inconvenient time." "Not at all," she said, "we have a live band tonight, and they're about to begin their first set." She glanced at Donnie. "This is my...friend, Donnie," Helen said. "Donnie, this is Marjory Trask." "Call me Marjory," the woman said. "Nice to meet you," Donnie said. He shook hands with Marjory, who was giving him an appreciative look. "Hmmm...you too," she said. She turned to Helen and said, "Let's get you a membership card." They went to the desk. She paid the princely sum of one dollar, and in a minute the black man handed Helen an embossed plastic card with her name on it. "Now that you're legal, let's go in," Marjory said. She led the way through the interior door. They walked down a short hallway and emerged into a spacious dining room. The lighting was dim – very dim. Each table was an oasis of light. There were no conventional chairs, or at least very few of them. High-backed semicircular booth type seating surrounded each table. Each table was capable of seating four, but a couple could have plenty of room and privacy. All of the seats faced the front of the room where a quartet was setting up to play. Between them and the dining area was a dance floor. Marjory stopped at a table and gestured for them to sit. "Here we are," she said. When Helen and Donnie had slid to the center of the booth, she perched at the edge of the seat. "Here's a little secret to the lighting," she said as if passing on something dark and mysterious. She put her hand on the switch to the low lamp that set in the center of the table. "When this lamp is bright like this, it means that you're here and come on over if you know me." She switched the light to a dim glow. "This means you want to be alone, but you need some light to function." She turned the light off and said, "This means that you don't even want the staff to come by." She turned the light to its dim output. She had a sly smile on her lips. "We want everyone to be discrete and to enjoy themselves," she said. "I understand," Helen said. "You have a beautiful place here." "Oh thank you," Marjory said brightly. "Now listen, anything you want is on me tonight." When Helen looked as if she was going to protest, Marjory held up her hand and said, "When you come back," she glance significantly at Donnie, "and I think you will, just give Jackson, the man at the desk out front, a credit card number. That way, you're in, you're out, very easy." Helen laughed. "Okay, I understand." The two women talked houses and real estate for a few minutes and then Marjory left. A waiter dressed black pants and shoes and a white shirt with a loosely tied black tie came and took their drink orders. Helen ordered wine for herself and a soda for Donnie. "So, did you notice anything unusual about the place?" Helen asked when the waiter left. "The layout is kind of funky," Donnie said. Helen shook her head. "No, it's more about the clientele." Donnie looked to one side and then the other, but he couldn't really see anything because of the arrangement of the booths. "I'm going to the restroom," he announced. "Over there," Helen said, inclining her head. She'd seen the sign when they'd followed Marjory to the table. He was gone several minutes during which the band began to play. There was a guy on keyboards, two guitar players and a sleek female singer dressed in a red gown. She began to sing something soft and low. Couples began to drift toward the dance floor. When Donnie returned and settled back beside his mother he said, "Wow, that's the cleanest public men's room I've ever seen." Helen chuckled and said, "A sure sign of how well run a place is." "And I see what you mean by the clientele," Donnie said with a grin. "It's full of cougars and milfs." Helen said, "Cougars I understand, but milfs?" Even in the dim light of the room, it was evident that Donnie's face reddened. "Uh...it's a term from the Internet." "And?" Helen encouraged. "It's an acronym for mom's I'd like to fuck," he finished quietly. Helen laughed in surprise and shook her head. She slid over next to her son and put her hand in his lap. She found the bulge of his cock and gave it a squeeze – several, in fact. "Does that make me a milf?" she asked. Donnie put his hand over his mom's and encouraged her. "I bet there're a lot of guys in here who would give up their date for you." "Mmmm...you're sweet," Helen said. His cock was filling out nicely under her ministrations. She took his hand in hers and began to pull Donnie to the edge of the booth. "Let's dance." "Like this?" Donnie asked, glancing at his crotch. "Especially like that," she said. Hand in hand they went to the dance floor. Helen overlapped her wrists behind Donnie's neck. His hands went to the small of her back. "Lower," she whispered in his ear and he responded by putting his hands practically on her ass. "How's that?" he asked with a grin. "Better," she said. Helen snuggled into her son's arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his cock strained against her tummy. It was hard to believe that only a bit over a year ago she had struggled to teach him the simple box step for a school dance. Not that they were doing anything fancy now. They clung to one another for the length of the song, swaying in place to the music. Then the band swung into an up tempo song. Three of the couples on the floor jumped into swooping ballroom steps. "I think we're in over our heads," Donnie said. "I think so too," Helen agreed. They made their way back to the booth where they sat shoulder to shoulder. The waiter appeared at their table and asked if they'd like to order. Helen perused the menu and told him, "We'd like to share an order of the chocolate mud slide with some decaf coffee." "Did you see the note that it takes about twenty minutes to prepare?" he asked. "That'll be fine," Helen told him. As the waiter left, Donnie said, "Wow, two desserts in one evening?" "I'll just have a bite," she told her son as she searched out his cock. "I'm more interested in how we'll fill the twenty minutes." He was still thoroughly hard. She reached over and turned out the lamp so they could have some privacy. She gave a Donnie a tonsil-swabbing kiss that left them both breathless. "Pull the table closer," she told Donnie. He tugged at the table until the table cloth covered their laps. His mother immediately assaulted his pants. She undid his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "Mom, what are you doing?" he hissed. "You know very well what I'm doing," she said with an evil grin. "It's probably what several other women in here are doing. Now lift your ass." A few seconds later, Donnie's very large, very stiff cock was pushing at the table cloth, staining it with pre-cum. Helen lifted away that flimsy impediment, leaned over and fitted her luscious lips over the head of her son's leaking cock. "Mom, oh shit Mom what are you doing?" Donnie half whispered, half moaned. Helen's mind barely registered her son's words. She was tipsy – okay she was about half d***k, and she was sucking on the biggest cock she'd ever known or heard about, and she was doing it in public, and said cock belonged to her handsome son. The sheer sexiness of the whole thing made her pussy quiver and gush with a mini- orgasm. She was making a mess of her panties. She sucked and licked and tongued her son's magnificent cock until she thought he was on the verge of eruption, then she lifted her head and began to jerk him off. "Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT," Donnie hissed out in a strained whisper. Helen took her napkin and clamped it over the head of his cock just as her son's first jet of sperm leapt from its cum-slit. She held the cloth in place as it became soaked in her son's teen juices. She swore that she could feel the napkin thrum every time he shot another wad of cum. A few minutes later, Donnie was zipped up and presentable once more. Helen discretely slipped the cum soaked napkin into her purse. She glanced around, half expecting to see some steely-eyed glares of disapproval, and found herself disappointed that she didn't. She switched their table light back to its lower level and a minute later the waiter arrived with their dessert. "Our mudslide," he intoned as he sat the plate before Helen and Donnie. "It's a hard frozen center of vanilla ice cream surrounded by hot fudge cake with white chocolate icing and topped," he said as he practically drowned the dessert in a dark brown liquid, "with hot chocolate sauce." He place spoons on either side of the plate. "The idea is to eat it before the ice cream melts and the whole thing slides sideways. I hope you enjoy it," he finished with a smile. Helen said, "I'm sure we will." The waiter moved on as she took a spoonful of her second rich dessert of the night. "Mmmm...somehow sex and chocolate seem to go together." Donnie took a bite from the other side of the small mountain of chocolaty goodness. "I think you're right," he said with a grin. Helen savored another mouthful of dessert and then put down her spoon. "Eat up," she said, "you're going to need the calories before this night is over." * Missy's Journal, September 15: Wow, I haven't written anything in here since spring. That's not good for someone who thinks she might want to be a writer, but I've been kind of busy – to say the least. I won't try to cover everything that's happened since my last entry because that would take, like wow, around twenty-five thousand words. I was highly pissed when Mom and Donnie told me about Dad. There they were, ganging up on me, telling me that my Daddy was sl**ping around on Mom. I slammed doors and broke stuff for two weeks – some of those ceramic cats were pretty ugly to begin with; I'm glad they're history – the cats that is. But then Donnie talked me off the ledge. I've never been able to stay mad at him for long. Dad and I had this long-ass conversation. I was just as pissed at him, but he's been bending over backwards and jumping through hoops to please me. Ha! I guess that means he's been doing back flips through hoops. Anyway, the upshot is that we're spending more time together than ever. I got my learner's permit and we've driven all over town so that I can get in my practice. We've made so many stops for ice cream that I think I've gained a couple of pounds – maybe it'll go to my boobs! Dad says that if I ace my driver's test he'll give me his Explorer to drive. I know. It's a tank, but he says that he'll do all the maintenance; all I have to do is put gas in it. So Dad's been sweet, but kind of clueless. He pretends that this Mia person is never in his apartment, but I can smell her scent when I'm there. And she leaves tampon covers in the bathroom trash for goodness sake! Donnie has gone back to military school. If he's good, doesn't get any demerits I think he calls it, then he'll get to come home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and spring break. I know he'll want to – come home I mean – because he and Jennifer are really into each other. She's talking LOVE and hints that I shouldn't be fooling around with my b*****r anymore. Well, that's easy since I've got Ned – more about him later. Actually, Donnie and I stopped doing it. That's okay, but I swear it wasn't because he was being faithful to Jennifer. I think he picked up another girlfriend. He's started to leave for work early and come home late and I know that he wasn't using that time to see Jen. I couldn't drag any details out of him, but whoever (whomever?) he's been screwing was wearing him out. Between Jennifer and that new girl, I don't think he would have had any energy for me anyway. I can't remember Mom being any happier than she has been since the divorce. It kind of pisses me off. She walks around with this half smile all the time while she hums old rock songs. She gave me a long lecture about how I shouldn't play her and Dad against one another. But when Dad promised me a car, she decided that my allowance should go up to pay for the gas. And then Dad slipped me some money, saying that it didn't make any sense for me to drive around if I didn't have any spending money. So I just smile gratefully and keep my mouth shut. It's SWEET. Speaking of something sweet – that's Ned. He can't do enough for me, especially in bed. He's a teen guy of course, i.e., a penis that happens to have a body attached to it. But he's been trainable. Once I take the edge off his considerable sexual appetite, he's quite happy to give me all the foreplay and oral that I want – not to mention his very nice cock. I told Jennifer that he complains about being pussy whipped. Jennifer said, "Listen, you don't have him pussy whipped. You've got him bound and gagged and tied to a chair and beaten black and blue with a big ol' pussy bat." Maybe she's right, but come on; I keep his big balls drained. I don't think he's going anywhere. Another note about Mom: Rick Allison, Jen's father, took Mom out for lunch the other day. Wouldn't it be nice if they got together? So, Mr. Journal, that's where things stand. Until next time, Missy out. The End

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