Chapter 2

"Hello, Momma," Judd said to me. He had this thing about calling me Momma, and I had to call him Poppa or Daddy, to be more precise. "It's been a long time, Momma, I mean a long time. Hell, I thought you were my momma, not some chick for kicks, but my momma. I mean three weeks, Momma, is almost a month."

I wanted to tell the truth. I wanted to make him understand. "Judd, I mean, Daddy, I couldn't help it. My parents wouldn't let me out. They made me stay in the house for two weeks."

"Momma, we got to do something, and fast. We can't go on like this. You care, don't you, baby, you care?"

"Of course I care, Judd. I mean, Daddy, but what can be done?"

"We could live together," he said. "Yeah, Momma, you and I could live together at my place."

"Are you kidding? My parents would be over there in a wink. And I'd be home and imprisoned there for months!"

"It wouldn't happen if we weren't in town."

"Uh, well, let's not talk about it now," I dodged his suggestion. "We have the whole evening and I don't have to be home until midnight."

He gave me a hard look, but said nothing.

"Well," he said finally, "Let's finish our soda and head for my pad. What d'you say?"

"All right," I said, agreeing.

When we had finished, and he had paid for the sodas, we left and went out to his bike. I waited while he straddled it, and stomped on the starter. Then I climbed across the back, seating myself directly behind him. We roared off to his place, followed by the envious and admiring stare from the soda jerk.

"Make yourself comfortable," he told me as we entered his apartment.

I looked about me. By nature I am a neat person, so I instantly began to straighten up and make some sort of order in Judd's house before I made myself comfortable.

Also, as his momma, I thought I should pick up his discarded clothes and take the dirty dishes to the sink.

"Ah, you're a smart one," he said as he came out of the bedroom. "You know how to please a daddy, huh!"

"The place is a mess," I stated. "Don't you ever put anything away, or clean up anything?"

"Aw, don't nag me, Momma, don't nag. I can't stand a nagger."

"I'm not nagging, Judd. I just don't understand. You're as bad as my brother. He's a sloppy mess. And his room always looks like a bomb just went off."

"Open up a beer and sit with me. Let's watch some TV or something. What do you say?"

I went obediently to the refrigerator and in silence took two cold cans from it. I opened them and started to get glasses.

"Don't bother with glasses. You'll only have to wash them."

I offered him one of the cans and went into the living room and turned the television on. I took a seat on the couch.

He sat next to me and placed his arm over my shoulder. His arm rested heavily on me and I wanted to shove it away. Yet, I liked it there.

The program had hardly begun when Judd broke the silence.

"Do they know?" he asked. "Who?"

"Your folks. Do they know you're my momma? That you gave yourself to me?"

"A ... no," I said, blushing at the thought.

"You mean they didn't check you out?"

"Why should they? They trust me."

"That's a laugh!" he roared. "Here you go and lose your cherry and you tell me they trust you. What'd you tell them, anyhow?"

"I didn't tell them anything. They didn't ask me and I didn't say. It was that easy."

"Oh." He sounded somewhat disappointed. His hand had slipped down onto my breast. Again, I wanted to shove it away. But again, it felt good.

He started working his fingers over it and I felt the little tingles of electricity shoot through me as my skin pulled tight over my breasts.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said.

"I am comfortable," I replied.

"Aw, you know what I mean," he answered. "You got too many clothes on. Look at me. I ain't got nothin' on but jeans?"

"But, Judd," I protested, "you don't have to cover your chest. You're a man."

"You don't have to cover your chest, either. You're my momma, remember?"

I could not answer him. I sat there blushing.

"Aw, come on, Fran. Wise up. What're you gettin' all uptight for? Hell, after what we did, you shouldn't be even a little ashamed."

"I'm not ashamed, Judd," I protested. "I'm ... I'm embarrassed, that's all! After all, you're the first one I ever did anything with. And I can't just start running around naked."

"Hey!" he shouted eagerly. "That's a great idea. Let's run around naked!" Without waiting for my response, he jumped off the couch and quickly pulled his pants off. He was telling the truth: he had nothing else on.

The sight of his nakedness embarrassed me. But it made me warm all over, too. I decided to join him in his nudity. I stripped off my clothing, fumbling with it in my shyness.

"That's the girl," he said, happily. "That's my momma."

When I had finished laying my clothes neatly out on a convenient chair, I went over and sat next to him on the couch. No sooner had I settled comfortably down than he leaned over and put his mouth to my breast.

I was excited. I was also shocked. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there.

I felt his tongue working over the sensitive skin of my budding breasts, tweaking the nipples. It felt good all over. I felt good all over.

Then he moved to the other one, doing the exact same things to it. I felt even better. And I was more excited than before.

I was beginning to enjoy what Judd was doing. I found myself relaxing and settling back into the cushions. My head lay back on the couch. I wasn't paying any more attention to the television.

He raised himself from me and took stock of my position. He rose from the sofa and, walking across to the television, clicked it off. Reaching up to a shelf above and to one side of the set, he turned on the radio.

"It was distracting anyhow," he announced.

I didn't ask him what he meant. I knew.

Instead of returning to the couch, next to me, he fell to his knees in front of me. He reached out, grasped my legs at the knees, and spread them. He then pushed his head inside my crotch.

I'm sure that I blushed. And my first impulse was to push him away. But I already knew better.

Instead, I tried to relax, and let him do with me what he chose.

Nuzzling his face into the soft hair of my crotch, he slipped his tongue out and made me feel warm and good as he had done the first time.

I felt his tongue slip over the lips of my cunt. It felt hot. It felt slick. I liked it.

I spread my legs slightly further. Judd, seeing what I was trying to do, spread them even further with his hands. With my legs almost as wide apart as they would go, he had more easy access to me, which he took advantage of.

His lips were sucking the lips of my womanhood. He was pulling on them, stretching them, tugging at them, insistantly, constantly. I felt them give, relax, part, and open for him. My whole body began catching the fervor and excitement. And this time I didn't need vodka. I was willing without anything, any stimulants.

"Mmmmm," I said, "that feels good-"

"Like it?" he asked needlessly.

"Yes," I answered nonetheless.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested, rising to his feet. Now, I saw that his cock was rampant, swollen and big. It stood out and up from his body, hard and twitching. It reminded me of the other time, the first night. And sensations started to grow in my groin. Anticipation ... desire ... hunger. Now I had a better understanding of what would happen, and what names to put to these various feelings and needs that Judd awoke inside of me.

I got up from the couch. Before I could pass him, he caught me in his arms and drew me to him, holding me close. His stiff meat was between my legs. He arched his pelvis, slipping it back and forth between my legs.

The familiar itching began burning between my legs. I rubbed my pussy gently across his lower stomach and the base of his prick, scratching myself with the coarse, plentiful hairs there.

"Mmmmm!" The first itchings were satisfied.

"Remember that? Remember that, Momma? It was good, wasn't it? You want some more of it, don't you?"

"Mmmmm," I said again. I rubbed harder against him, forcing my crotch harder against his pubic hairs, scratching away the growing, burning, insatiable itch of desire. "Oh, Judd!"

He led me toward the bedroom, holding my body close to his and walking in step so as not to break our contact.

Once in the bedroom, we fell to the bed, rolling against each other.

"How about trying your mouth on it again?" he suggested. "It was good last time. You was scared, but it was good. Maybe you can do better this time."

Obediently, I turned my body on the bed and brought my face close to his prick. The smell of his flesh filled my nostrils, exciting me further. The pungent odor of his crotch attracted me, drew me, pulled me.

The hairs tickled my nose and cheeks as I approached. But I didn't hesitate. My tongue shot out and onto his stiffened tool. I attacked the head first, licking around it. I pulled the skin back from it and licked it clean. The wetness from it whetted my desire. I licked more greedily. An occasional whimper slipped from my lips.

Judd, meanwhile, was by no means inactive. He was busy with his mouth and hands, stroking my stomach and groin with his fingers, licking my cunt lips along their full length with his tongue. His actions and efforts encouraged me. I abandoned myself to my delightful task.

"That's it, Momma," I heard him telling me. "That's it, make love to it, make it feel good. Lick it, lick it for your daddy. Suck on it. Suck nice. Make Daddy feel good."

He was doing it again. He was coaxing me into satisfying him, taunting me into pleasing him.

But I didn't care. I wanted to please him. I liked what I was doing.

My mouth slipped down the undersides of his stiffened cock and onto the tight, hard wrinkled sac which held his balls. It was drawn up tight against the back of his cock. It felt like coarse leather. The sac was pulled so very tight that the nuts couldn't move when I stroked them with my tongue.

Nonetheless, I soaked them with saliva, back and forth went my tongue until they were wet, slick and warm.

Then I worked my way back up the length of his cock and opened my mouth. I let it slip over the head of his cock and continued to descend over his prick. I took better than half of it into my mouth before gagging.

At which point he interjected, "Aw, Momma, don't choke on it, love it. Relax and love it. Take it all, Momma. Make it feel good. Let me feel your lips all the way down on it. Make Daddy feel good."

I relaxed my throat and pressed my head further down on him. To my great surprise, I felt his hardness inching into my throat, but I didn't choke or gag.

I continued to think of relaxing and continued to work my head up and down on him, stroking my mouth back and forth over most of the length of his prick.

"Yeah, Momma, that's it. Suck it, Momma. It feels good. Oh, Momma, make Daddy feel real good!"

I tried to please him. I tried to shove my head down so that all of it would slide into me. But I couldn't do it. There was at least two inches of his cock that I could not devour.

I pulled off and raised my head from his cock. Saliva dripped from my mouth and was clinging to both his cock and my lips.

"I can't suck it all, Judd."

"Daddy!" he corrected emphatically. "I'm your daddy! Remember that, I'm your daddy, and you're making him feel good. You're his momma, you're making him feel good." On and on his voice droned, seductively, suggestively, hypnotically.

So, I tried again.

I pressed his shaft into my throat and pressed hard. I forced it into the tightness of my throat. I raised off him just long enough to take a deep breath. Then quickly I descended on it again, lodging it deep in the closeness of my constricted throat.

I opened my eyes and could see only a small bit of his cock still protruding from my mouth.

"Almost there-" He was taunting me again. "Almost got it, almost got it all. That's what you want, too, all of it, isn't it?"

I didn't answer him. My efforts answered for me. I shifted my position so that my neck was not bent at such a sharp angle.

Again, I pressed my face into his crotch, my mouth wide open and accepted his manhood into my mouth.

Again I felt the suffocating tightness. Again I pressed on, deeper until I felt something give. I felt the head of his cock slip into my throat.

Then I relaxed. I swallowed over and over, forcing myself to relax with his cock anchored in my throat. The efforts pulled tears from my eyes. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't. So, I continued to swallow. I continued to work my throat about the head of his swollen cock.

"Hot damn!" He was quite excited now. "Momma's got it, she's got all of her daddy's cock. All of it!"

His hands came on my head and raised it off him slightly, only to press it back into him. His groin came up to meet me and I relaxed again.

I wanted to please him. I wanted to eat him, all of him. I wanted to be his momma. I wanted him to be my daddy. I had to please him.

His hips worked steadily, now slipping his dripping cock in and out of my tight throat.

And I fought back the strong desire to retch, to vomit. I forced myself to relax. I thought of nothing but my daddy's cock. I thought of nothing .but what I was doing-sucking his cock.

From somewhere I heard a snapping sound.

"Here," I heard Judd saying, "hold this to your face and breathe deeply. Don't worry, it won't hurt you. Just breathe deep on it."

I trusted him, so I accepted the handkerchief which was wadded. I took a deep breath from it. Immediately I felt a tingling sensation envelop me. I felt myself becoming wobbly, woozy. My body began to hum.

The cloth fell from my face and I saw his cock before me.

I dove for it.

I devoured it.

I ate it ... completely.

Simultaneously, I felt Judd working his fingers around my pussy. I felt him slipping his fingers into me. It hurt. But I didn't care. It didn't hurt that much, or as actual pain. It felt good. It was a good feeling, a good hurting.

It hurt.

It felt good.

It hurt!

I was confused and befuddled. I didn't know whether to scream or moan. But I didn't want him to stop.

I didn't want him to continue, either.

I was mixed up.

My head was spinning.

"Oh, Judd," I moaned, "put it in me. Fuck me, fuck me now! Quickly, please! Oh, please, Judd!"

I don't know what happened, exactly. My only thoughts now were to have him inside of me. I was so relaxed, so limp, so hungry. My muscles tingled. They twitched. I tried to work them. I tried to contract them, but they wouldn't. They were too relaxed. They would only open up and relax more. They would only admit him into my pussy. His fingers-Two. Three. Four.

Four fingers! Four fingers working in and out of my pussy.

But I wanted him deeper.

I wanted him all the way inside of me.

My pelvis began to gyrate. I threw all caution, all reservations to the wind. I wanted to be fucked, now.

"Oh, Judd," I begged, "fuck me. Fuck me now!"

I raised up off him and got to my knees, keeping my legs spread wide. I groped on the sheet for the handkerchief that I had had. I found it at last. I brought it to my face and inhaled.

I breathed deeply.

I became submerged in a sea of desire. I floated in a sky of sensuality. I dripped passion.

I reaked abandon.

My hips were thrashing wildly. I stared down at Judd with unblinking eyes. I looked at his nude form stretched out. I saw his thick, long cock standing up from his groin. I watched his hand slip up and down it slowly.

My eyes traveled up his body to his face. He was staring up at me, watching me. There was an evil grin on his face, a teasing look, taunting, beckoning.

My eyes moved to his shoulder and down the biceps of his arm. It was flexing. His muscles were contracting and releasing spasmodically.

My eyes moved down to his forearm, and then further on, to his wrist and to his hand. His fist was rolled into a cylinder. The fingers were bunched together in an extended position. The force made the tendons on his wrists stand up beneath his skin.

Then his fingers disappeared from sight into me. They were in me. They were poking into my cunt.

Quickly I took another deep breath from the handkerchief. Again I stared, fascinated at the sight of his hand. I stared transfixed.

"What's the matter, Momma? What's wrong?" Only hazily did his voice penetrate the thickness of my daze. I looked at him and mumbled. My words would not form. Incoherent sounds and jumbled syllables fell from my lips. As I continued to try to talk, his free hand took something from a little box. He placed it in the folds of the handkerchief. He raised it to my face.

"Here, Momma," I heard him say, at least I think that's what he said, "this will help my momma to make her mind up. Take it, take it."

I took it from him, clumsily. I almost dropped it on the mattress between us.

"Hold it to your mouth and nose. Hold it close. Now squeeze it hard. Squeeze it and breathe deeply, deeply."

I did as he said. I squeezed. But there was no popping sound.

Almost immediately my nose was filled with the strangeness that the fumes imparted.

An intolerable heat settled over me. My ears rang. My head spun.

I looked at his cock. He was still working it slowly, steadily, hypnotically up and down, up and down. The skin folded over the head of it and unfolded, folded, and unfolded. Smoothly, slowly, steadily.

My eyes moved up over his body again. I reveled in his nudity. I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked into his unmoving, unblinking eyes. I watched the tip of his tongue dart out and glide across his lips. I watched the muscles in his arm flex and relax. I saw his hand raise and lower as it slipped in and out of me. I could feel that, but not see it.

I was impassioned beyond belief. I swam in sex, drowned in desire, suffocated by hunger.

My hips were moving now. They were rising and falling on the hand beneath and inside of me.

I craned my neck to watch the fingers appear, disappear.

Each time they seemed to slip further into me. Each time the feeling became better. Each time I wanted more of him.

Each time I pressed down harder.

Each time more of him entered me.

Each time his fingers disappeared completely. The palm of his hand was forcing my lips apart. My wet, red cunt lips.

His fingers moved in and out; my lips were being forced, stretched, widened. It felt good!

Again, I grabbed the cloth and breathed deeply. Again, I felt the delicious sensations enveloping my body. Again I felt the desire within me getting out of hand, heightening, growing. Again I needed the fullness of my daddy.

Still holding the handkerchief to my face and breathing deeply, I raised myself from the hand beneath me and straddled him. I sank down onto him, devouring his cock with my pussy.

I watched.

I saw it disappear.

I felt it burn as it plunged up into me. I felt my body contort with the pleasurable pain.

I watched his prick as it came back into my sight. And then it quickly disappeared again.

I realized that I was the cause of it.

I was riding him as I did that first night ... wildly, hungrily, with total abandon.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw his hands come up to my breasts. I felt the sharp pain as he pinched my tit nipples with his fingernails. I writhed as they pained. I contorted as he twisted and pulled on them.

But I did not stop my bucking. I had to have that hot shaft inside of me.

I breathed on the cloth again, forcing myself to the deepest depths of depravity.

My body ached from my activity. But I couldn't stop.

My stomach ached from the growing tension. It built. It exceeded all previous limits.

Down my channel it came, liquid fire drenching the walls of my cunt, bathing the hot, hard shaft anchored within me.

It glistened as it drained down onto his groin, mingling with his pubic hairs, matting them in thick, glistening, black wads of tight curls.

I adjusted my position so that I was squatting over him. I was no longer kneeling.

I chose to rise as high as I liked and come down as easily or as hard as I wanted.

I chose to rise as high as possible without totally dislodging his rampant cock from my cunt, and fell down on him with all my weight. I sank his cock into me until I could feel it pressing against my lower stomach and against my womb.

I could feel the tenderness in my feminine cavity growing. But it only incited me further.

Again Judd offered me another cloth. I took it, eagerly, impatiently, gluttenously.

I inhaled passion.

I inhaled excitement.

I inhaled sex.

I inhaled desire.

I inhaled depravity.

My body was moving up and down swiftly. I found that by moving further down his body and by changing the angle of his cock in my cunt, I could achieve greater friction on the walls of my channel.

I found, too, that I could see it better. I could see his cock as it disappeared into me right up against the hard nuts glued to the undersides of the base.

I found myself pulling on my tits. I was tugging at them, twisting, pinching, squeezing.

Judd was stroking my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers. His glassy eyes watched me unblinking and unmoving.

Little droplets of saliva were collecting at the corners of his mouth. Every now and then, his mouth moved and I knew that he was talking, but I couldn't hear him above my groans and moans. I couldn't have heard him over my panting and the heavy breathing. I was deaf to all but my own sounds.

Even I could not understand me, for nothing but incoherent sounds fell from my lips. There were no words.

But my desires were obvious. I wanted cock, cock, cock! Daddy's cock!

I renewed my efforts. I fought off the exhaustion that was trying to claim me. I refused to give in.

Over and over again I felt waves of orgasm immerse me. I felt my juices flow.

Each time my cunt grew more sensitive.

Each time I wanted more cock.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I collapsed next to Judd in a crumpled, exhausted heap.

"What's the matter?" He sounded concerned. "Are you through already? Huh? Don't you want your daddy to feel good, too?"

I mumbled a full two sentences of unintelligible sounds. He took it as consent.

He rolled my body over onto my back. I could not resist. I could not move. I was limp, spent, exhausted.

Still, desire burned in me. Visions of cock swam in the thickness of my mind. Wavy sensations clouded my thoughts. They commanded and controlled my body.

My eyes were focused at the ceiling. I saw a mammoth cock flying there. It was aiming itself at me. It was making its descent. It was coming closer to me. Closer, closer.

I felt it.

Judd's cock touched my hypersensitive lips.

I willed myself to accept him. I willed myself to devour him.

Deeper he went. Deeper, deeper. In and out, in and out.

"Yeah, Momma, yeah!" He was moaning directly into my ear. "That hot, wet, slimy cunt. It's all mine."

I wanted him to have it. I bucked my hips up to him as he lunged down on me and into me. His stiff shaft probed its full length, pushing, stretching, scraping at my hole.

His rhythm was steady, forceful.

His rhythm was forceful.

His rhythm was pounding, pounding.

The feeling was fantastic! I could feel it throughout my entire body. My whole being throbbed with it.

My head swam. My ears rang. My body twitched with spasmodic reactions to the sex and the drug.

I was in heaven-joyful, exotic heaven. There was no pain. There was no hurt. There was only pleasure ... and Judd.

He was fucking up into me for all he was worth.

I could feel myself approaching that moment again. Another climax was overcoming me. I told Judd.

"It's coming, it's coming!" My words hardly made sense to me. "Oh, I'm going to do it again. It's going to happen again."

"Let it!" His full, heavy voice rang sensually in my ear. "Let it, Momma, let it happen! Let

Daddy have it!"

I felt it well up deep within me, like a ball of fire it shot down my canal from my womb. It felt like a leaden ball as it rolled, gaining momentum, force, strength, power.

Then it hit Judd's cock. It triggered his orgasm. I felt the head of his cock swell and explode. A million pieces, each tearing into my inner flesh, ripped a little more of me apart.

It was followed by the heavy sweetness of exhaustion. I felt bliss and contentment.

Judd's motions slowed and stopped. I went limp. But still, I could feel it happening.

My cunt twitched and squeezed his cock. Each time it did, his throbbing tool spat into me once more. Slowly, as I milked him, it spewed its thick cream against the clinging walls of my hole.

Completely spent, we lay in each other's arms, gasping for air.

Slowly, our senses returned.

Slowly, our breathing slowed and calmed.

We lay in silence. I was thinking.

"Judd," I said softly, after a long silence, "where would we live?"

"I know of a place," he murmured softly. His hand squeezed my thigh, affectionately.

"When?"

"Whenever you're ready," he said calmly, as though he had already given it great thought and had come to a decision.

"Give me a week ... Daddy." I was hesitant and unsure if it would be enough. On the other hand, I had been thinking, it could prove to be disastrously too much time.

"You're on, Momma," he answered, squeezing my thighs again.