Chapter 13
Bobby unlocked the door. Then he retuned to sit beside Alice on the sofa. He put his arm around her and pulled her blonde head over onto his shoulder. She looked up at himn and smiled.
He returned her smile and then shifted it to her mother who sat in a sofa just opposite them. Bobby was at total peace and glad that he had done what he had done.
Kay smiled back at him. "Don't worry about a thing, Bobby. I can handle them very well."
"I know," he said. "I'm not worried."
"We'll get you some new clothes this afternoon before we leave," she said.
"Maybe we could buy my old ones from them," he said, giggling.
"We wouldn't bother," Kay said. "I've no doubt they are just cheap rags. As my son, Bobby, you'll go first class. That's the joy of having money ... spending it."
"You'll love living with us," Alice said.
"I know," Bobby said. "I can hardly wait."
It had been hard to tell them his story. Not the least problem being Kay herself. He and Alice had barely finished, when Kay was suddenly in the bed with them.
"Oh, mama ... what a beautiful cock he's got," Alice chanted, milking his still-rigid hardness with the delightful lips of her pussy.
Kay worked her hand down between their bodies until she found Bobby's swollen balls. Her fingers slowly massaged him, stopping now and then to test the rigidity of his prick as it continued to slide in and out of Alice's groping pussy.
Keeping her hand at work, Kay moved around to the side of the couple. The woman's heavy breasts swung free in front of Bobby's face. "Suck my titties, Bobby! She urged. "both of you suck 'em!"
Bobby's mouth sought the purplish nipple of one breast as Alice did the same with the other. His cock was now completely restored to its full length under the attentions of both women. He was moving slowly in and out of Alice's wet nest, building the fire in her once again. One of his hands was occupied with Kay's wet cunt. He pushed two fingers up into her pussy. She spread her thighs and he urged the third and fourth fingers up her cunt until his hand was imbedded in her hot pussy.
Kay sighed, spreading her legs. "Alice," she moaned.
"What?" the girl said, her hips rotating faster. "What is it, Mother?"
"Let me have him. Let me have him now while his cock is all covered with your juice."
Alice's hips rocked harder. She was entranced by the throbbing, jolting cock heaving in and out of her cunt. She paid no attention to her mother's plea.
Kay looked down between their bodies and saw Bobby's prick, the juice shining in the light as his cock emerged and then reentered Alice's cunt. She squirmed in between the two bodies, pushing Bobby back until she had taken her daughter's place.
She crawled between his opened legs and sucked his cock.
He pushed his hips forward in order to make it easier for her to suck him. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while a the same time beginning a bobbing motion with her head, running her lips up and down the fiery shaft.
Bobby looked down to see that she had taken his prick all the way down her throat. Her lips, on the downstroke, were nestled in his thick, curly hair, and the constriction of her throat was causing him the most exquisite delight.
She looked upward, discovered him watching her, and her eyes grew wide, almost smiling, because she knew she was providing him with pleasure.
And the pleasure didn't stop. All three of them, the young boy, the mother, and the daughter, fucked and sucked each other greedily for over an hour.
At last Bobby was able to call a halt long enough to tell them both, particularly Kay, about his true relationship with Art and Ella. He told them about his aunt and how he had run away from home and eventually met the couple. He explained how their game worked and how sorry he was to be a part of it all.
Kay listened quietly, not and then nodding and asking a question to clarify a point. Generally, she accepted what he said, and by the time he had finished, she seemed to have made up her mind.
She quickly shoved them into the shower and before Bobby knew it, they were dressed and sitting in the living room, waiting for Art and Ella's arrival.
It was a minute to five.
"I think that's the elevator," Kay said. "Let me do all the talking."
Art came through the door like a bull, his head swiveling from side to side in search of the bedroom. Ella was right on his heels. They played the part of the outraged suburban couple looking for their seduced young son.
"Oh ... Kay!" Ella said, looking suddenly bewildered and stopping short in the middle of the room. "We ... a, just thought we'd stop by for Bobby."
"Bobby will be staying," Kay said. "Permanently."
"Huh?" Art said. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I would ask you to sit down," Kay continued, "and have a drink. But you won't be staying that long and my liquor is much too expensive for your tastes."
"Bobby," Ella said. "come out in the hall. I want to talk to you."
"Sit still, Bobby," Kay said.
"How dare you tell Bobby to disobey his mother," Art said.
"To use your own language," Kay hissed, a smirking grin on her face, "bullshit!"
"Oh my God," Ella said, amazement and realization breaking across her eyes.
"I think your wife understands already," Kay said, looking directly at Art. "Bobby has told us everything ... about himself and about you."
"You little sonofabitch!" Art said, balling his fists and taking a step toward the boy.
"I wouldn't," Kay said, doing little more than raising her hand. "Before you arrived, I called the hotel detective and told him that there might be some trouble in my suite. That's one of the advantages of having money ... people are at your beck and call for every need. He's hovering over a phone in the lobby right now. If you'll notice, the phone is off the hook. All the numbers have been dialed, except one. Alice."
Alice moved to the phone and put a finger in one of the digits.
"It would be my word against yours," Kay said.
Art and Ella exchanged looks, nodded and without another word, left the room, slamming the door behind them.
"Well," Kay said, standing and crossing to the phone. "Now that's settled, why don't you take Bobby out and buy him some clothes. While you do that, I'll give his Aunt Marie a call. I'm sure, when I tell her the story Bobby has told us, she will be only too happy to have Bobby live with us."
"Let's go," Alice said, pulling Bobby off the sofa.
"And hurry back. Remember, our flight leaves in two hours!"
Bobby gasped in awe s they left the garage and walked across the huge lawn toward the mansion that was to be his home. The lawn was manicured to perfection and as they walked, Kay pointed out the various buildings.
"The pool is over that way, dear," she said, "and beyond that are the stables. Over there, just behind that hill, is a small summer house and the tennis court."
"You really live her?"
"Of course," Alice laughed. "We live here and we play here."
It was late and they were all tired, especially Bobby. Or so he thought. The house was dark, and Alice took him upstairs to the room that was to be his.
"You'll love it here with us, Bobby," she said, molding her body in his arms.
"I know I will," he replied, bending his head and kissing her softly on the lips.
"Goodnight," she said, breaking the kiss and moving to the door.
He almost wished she would stay, but he was too tired to argue. "Goodnight."
"I'll see you in the morning," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Bobby was undressed and in bed in minutes.
The soft, cool sheets did things to his body, and in seconds he was fast asleep.
It seemed as though he had only dropped off when the dream awakened him. He opened his eyes and closed them again immediately. The harsh sunlight was streaming through the window and it was burning his eyes clear through the lids.
Then he realized that it wasn't a dream. The covers had been pulled from his body and soft, gentle hands were playing with his cock. His cock was throbbing and he knew it was as hard as a rock.
A tickling finger ran down across his balls and through the crease between his ass-cheeks.
He jumped./
Was it Alice or Kay?
"Are you awake?"
the voice was different. He opened one eye. It was the other girl in the picture.
She was on her knees beside him, playing with his cock.
"You're Kate," he said.
"Uh-huh," she replied, her grin spreading. "Can you do it this early in the morning?"
"Uh-huh," he replied.
She released his cock and stripped. Her tiny breasts were all nipple and just starting to blossom. Her pussy was without hair.
"I love to suck," she said, swinging her body over his so her hairless pussy was directly above his face.
"It feels good," Bobby said, "In your mouth, it feels good."
his voice was low, made gruff by the passion clogging his throat. He reached down, entwined his fingers in her hair, then shoved his cock into her mouth.
She took it with a low moan. It went deep into her throat until she gagged once, but now more. Then her mouth began a journey on is prick that exposed every inch to her soft tongue.
Her steaming loins were just above his face and her heady cunt-odor drifted down to his nostrils. He knew what she expected of him and he leaned forward, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
The young girl lowered her hips until the lips of her cunt were an inch from his mouth. Bobby worked his tongue between the feathery lips and stroked upward, upward, until the tip touched her erect clit. She lost what little control she had been able to maintain on his cock, and her heard started going wild.
She shoved her hips forward and down, grinding her cushion of wet flesh against his face. He could barely breathe. What breath he could gather came in short, sharp gasps as his tongue worked farther and farther inside her pussy.
"Oh, Mary Lou .., Mary Lou," he groaned.
"What' she replied.
"Nothing," Bobby groaned. "I just said, it's good to be home