Chapter 1
Diana Flaherty stopped beside the car. "Do you want to drive?" she asked, tossing back her long hair and cocking her head to one side. She took advantage of the pause to smooth out a wrinkle or two in her sleeveless top and her hands glided down from her prominent tits, across her smooth belly, halting at the waistband of her low-riding jeans.
Matt cleared his throat. He could feel a tingle at the edge of his hair and he hoped to holy shit he wasn't starting to blush. Jesus Christ! he thought. She's thirty-seven years old and she's my goddamned MOTHER! Will you get a grip on yourself? "Yeah," he said, voice cracking a little.
Her top fit her like saran wrap; only you couldn't see through it. Christ be thanked for that! Matt got into the car, squirmed till he was comfortable behind the wheel. His mother went around and entered from the passenger's side. All the while, Matt stared at her tits.
She was built, for a lady her age, he thought.
About five-four; he towered a good foot over her when they stood face to face-and in really top shape. That top really clung to her boobs, made them seem bigger, bustier, than they normally looked. Thank God she was wearing a bra. If he'd been able to see the imprint of nipples on the material, he'd have gotten hard. He knew it, to his shame. Christ, why couldn't he have a mother like the other guys? Somebody with a fat ass and a chunky midsection and a sweet, homey face? Somebody who didn't make him think of things he wasn't supposed to think about. Goddamn good thing he was on his way to junior ROTC camp. For the next two weeks he could concentrate on drill and military instruction and all those other sexless subjects. Sighing, Matt started the car.
She'd probably be glad too, he thought. Not having him around for a couple of weeks. Not having him underfoot, interfering with her action.
She had action, damn sure. Dad had been gone for two years and Ma had gone through the whole routine of widowed grief, but it couldn't last forever. She was seeing a couple of guys, and she was banging at least one of them. Matt knew that for certain. He'd come in early one night, seen Ma on the couch in the living room with her blouse unbuttoned and her bra off and Jake Tracy diving for pearls between her legs while she moaned and sweated and gurgled like a two-dollar whore. Christ! Matt had gotten the hell back out the door he'd entered, gotten out before Ma or Jake had been aware of his presence, but even with the door tightly shut between him and that scene, he couldn't erase it from his memory. The way her dark hair fanned out around her face, the beads of sweat on her forehead and on the round, brown-berried humps of her tits, the little sounds she made, her legs moving in the air, one of them curling and loosening round Jake Tracy's neck. The coaly-black patch of fur Jake's face was burrowing into.
That, thought Matthew, is what she'll be doing all the time I'm gone and not around to cramp her style. He slipped the car into forward and it began to move. Matt's eyes flickered to the side. Diana was sitting lazily on the seat, leaned back in comfort with her tits pointing out and her legs parted, and she was playing with her hair, twining her fingers through the long dark tresses. Nice hair. Nice tits. And her legs! Jeans so tight they were wrinkled up like corduroy, jeans as tight as any teenaged girl in Matt's class at high school dared to wear, and even if Ma was thirty-seven years old, what she had inside those goddamn jeans was as attractive. Round ass and shapely legs hugged tightly by the denim.
Oh, shit! Matt thought. Stop it! He jammed on the brake pedal at the comer stop sign, looked both ways quickly, tried not to stare at his mother again, and then he peeled rubber as he took off. You filthy, filthy son of a bitch! he told himself. You've got a mind like a fucking cesspool!
"Slow down," Diana said. She leaned toward her son and put the tips of her fingers on his knee. She couldn't feel Matt turning to jelly at that delicate touch. His foot eased up on the gas pedal. "That's better," she said. "I want to get there in one piece, kid." Her fingers rested on his knee for another moment and the jelly inside Matt began to boil. He gripped the wheel tighter, but he wasn't sure he could even feel it, clutched in his fists.
He was seventeen. This was the prime of his life, he tried to tell himself, and he had a lot more important things to do than fantasize all kinds of disgusting, kinky shit about his own mother for Chris sakes! Right now he was off for two weeks at Junior ROTC camp-he'd be cadet lieutenant when school started next month, and he was pretty sure he would make the army his career, once he finished college. Maybe someday he'd be a general.
Diana took her hand away, and he felt a lot better. He pushed the car steadily, obeying the speed limit signs. With Ma in the car he couldn't do much else. The outer edges of town began to drop away and before long they were in open country, making toward the interstate highway. At least he could open up the car a little when they got onto the four-lane.
He heard his mother sigh and, unconsciously, his eyes drifted toward her. She was stretching, her arms up, elbows out, fists back and almost touching her shoulders. If anything, it made her tits stick out all the more-big, round firm boobs, coming to smooth points-and he remembered how those tits had looked the other night, bare, the nipples brown and hard, and- Think about something else! he commanded himself. His foot wavered on the gas pedal. The car slowed a moment, then speeded up again as he regained his self-control. What a stupid thing to do! He could feel the auto's hesitation, and it made him feel like an asshole. He could drive better than that!
He fixed his eyes on the road, determinedly, and he searched through his memories for something to get his mind back where it belonged. Camp. Marching, drilling, mock battles, classes in tactics and leadership. But he'd been to camp before. He knew all the routine by heart. His mind began to drift again, but this time into safer waters. Last night. At the drive-in with Susie. Better. Much, much, MUCH better! Driving automatically, he started to relive it.
"Ooooh, stop," Susie whispered into his ear, her hard little tits grinding into his chest where they sprawled on the back seat. "No, I mean it! Ooooh, you're bad! I should never have let you-Shhhhhh!" She rubbed her chest against him and he could feel the nipples, hard and tight, obvious as little pebbles inside her shirt and bra, and his hand moved again inside her cutoffs. He could feel moisture leaking from her slit, wetting the crotch piece of her panties, dampening on his fingers too.
Susie rolled off him and lay back on the seat, her legs spread. Carefully, Matt slid closer and, with his free hand, he unbuttoned her cutoff denims, pulling them down to her knees. She was wearing a pair of white bikini panties, smooth and tight. They clung to her flesh and, in the light reflecting from the movie screen twelve rows down, Matt could see how her pubes bulged inside the panties. He cupped her mound and gave it a testing squeeze. She moaned and her thighs slid together, trapping him in hot, damp sweetness. "Oh, stop," she moaned, not at all convincingly. At the same moment she clutched one of her tits and gave it a squeeze, which caused her to moan again, dreamily. Matt flexed his hand on her covered twat, reached to caress her other tit. She covered his hand with her own, held him there. Her heart thumped madly behind the small hard breast, and his heart was doing a little thumping too.
The movie must have gone to a daylight scene and with the increase of light; he had a quick glimpse of Susie's cute, pixie face, the little curls of hair swirled round that face, the tightly-shut lids of her eyes, the flutter of her lips. She'd been wearing a bright cherry lipstick when he picked her up earlier this evening, but her mouth looked pale and bare now. Most of the lipstick was on him. It tasted good, and so did Susie.
Matt squeezed her cunt, then her tit, and she seemed to melt in his hands, all that hot inviting sixteen-year-old flesh oozing through his fingers like jello. A few curls of wispy hair were sticking out the crotch piece of her panties. He could feel them all ticklish against his thumb.
Matt released her tit and Susie moaned again.
She was really hot tonight. He leaned in, kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to suffocate him. Her tongue shot into his mouth, wiggled around, and he'd thought he couldn't be any more turned on than he already was. Well, he could. His fist tightened on Susie's cunt-mound and she closed her thighs around his hand, flexing and teasing.
She loosened one of her arms, drew it back to her chest. Matt opened his eyes, looked down, saw that Susie was unbuttoning. He sucked her tongue, waiting for the shirt to fall open and her little pointy boobs to thrust forth like twin invitations to be kissed and squeezed.
As soon as he could, he got his hand onto her breasts again, jumping from tit to tit, playing with each of them until the nipples were so hot and hard it was a wonder they didn't bum or tear holes in the flimsy bra she wore. Carefully, he worked his finger under the elastic, added another finger, began to stroke and work a bare, stiff nipple with deft agility. Susie gurgled, deep in her throat, and he fell upon her. They humped together for a long, long time, his hard-cock grinding against her cunt with even more insistence than his fist had kneaded her delicate little pussy bulge. She opened her legs and pulled him in, moaning deliriously as their bodies rubbed and rubbed.
"Mmmmm, lick my face," she invited, rubbing her palms on his cheeks, teasing his mouth to come closer to hers. Matt started licking her chin, the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her lips, even her teeth. He remembered the first time he'd ever tongued her teeth. Susie was still wearing braces then and the metal wires had felt strange as hell against his tongue. But exciting, too. Not half so exciting, though, as the feelings he got now, gliding his tongue across her smooth even teeth, thrusting suddenly into her mouth, the way he wanted to thrust his cock up her sweet hot pussy.
He pushed impatiently into the gape of her spread thighs and she pushed back, her crotch bucking excitedly against him.
"Now," he said. "Now!"
Moaning, Susie quivered and kissed like crazy. It almost seemed as if she were trying to distract his attention with her insistent kisses, with her hands stroking his face and shoulders. Matt kept on shoving, letting her feel the entire stiff length of cock that was dying to get free and loose. He was so stiff he thought himself in real danger of breaking in two, and it hurt like hell to be cooped up in his tight blue jeans. Sighing, he reached down and unzipped his pants. "Here," he said. "Give me your hand, baby."
He took her trembling hand and steered it to the open fly of his pants. Susie reached inside and he heard her whistle as her fingers made contact with his boner. "Oh my god," she cooed, and then she went into action, pushing him onto his side.
Matt moved where she guided, and in a moment he was the one sitting, while Susie dropped to the floor. The front seat was pushed up as far as it would go, giving them plenty of room back here, but she was still hunched over him as if she were in a tight cramp. Her hands flew to his belt and she undid it, tugging at pants, pulling the shorts along with them, dragging garments to Matt's knees. His cock bounced up, and another gleam of light from the movie screen illuminated his jiggling erection for just a moment, but a long enough moment for Susie to see it, to' croon, "Oh, wow, babyyyyy!" in giggly admiration.
She grabbed him with a small but tight fist. Her fingers were hot stroking up and down him, and he began to moan in appreciation. Susie could really give a hand-job. She could work on a prick with those fingers of hers, get you so hard and horny it felt as if you were going to BURST in her hands.
But he didn't want that tonight. "No," he said passionately, catching her hand in mid-stroke. "Sit on me. Let's really get together, baby. You know how I want it."
"Oh, so do I," Susie gushed, rising. She couldn't move too gracefully with her pants down to her knees, so she wiggled her legs and the cutoffs dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot, left them dangling from the other shoe, and she stood in a crouch while Matt's trembling fingers hooked into the waistband of her white panties and slid them downward. Her fluffy bush seemed to vibrate with static electricity as it was set free. Matt couldn't resist the impulse to slide a fingertip through the little triangular patch of hair, and he felt the excitement quivering in Susie's flesh as he touched her. She gave a mewing little cry, and he pulled her onto him.
Deftly, in an experienced fashion, she straddled his legs. She angled his cock downward, till its stiff barrel matched the directional line of her tight young slit, and she came down on him. As his pecker touched her slit, Susie tightened her legs, squeezing Matt's dong with her thigh tops. He grabbed for her ass, found himself two sweet moist handfuls and they began to rock together, his dick rubbing, rubbing its way back and forth along her cleft. She began to moan atop him, and her hands clutched at his shoulders for support. Matt leaned forward and nuzzled her tits, kissing and licking the hard pointy nipples that were so pert and obvious punching out the centers of her bra cups.
Susie got the message. She kept on sawing her pussy back and forth against his cock, while one of her hands slipped around in back to undo the clasp of her bra. With a sigh, she let it fall from her tits and Matt began to suck her nipples.
God, how he wanted to get his cock in her! It was great like this, stroking himself between her sweat-moist, sleek, smooth thighs, feeling his cock ride proud and blood-lusty along the rift of her cunt, knowing from her sighs, moans, and shivers that she, too was getting turned on and MUCHO! But it wasn't the same as fucking, They could come this way, really come. She'd get all hot and bothered in his embrace, collapse against him with little kitteny cries of satisfaction, her pussy running with sweet honey moisture, and his cock would squirt a gallon of thick steamy jism, and it would be better than good for both of them. But, Jesus, he wished she'd let him stick it up her.
They'd done it once about a year ago, the first time for either of them, the ONLY time. She didn't have a cherry-she'd broken it in gym class, on the parallel bars in seventh grade-so there was no blood to mess things up. But nothing had ever preceded Matt's rod up her pussy tube, and even with both of them straining and gasping and sobbing with effort, it was a hell of a job getting her fucked.
He hadn't shot off inside her. He was positive of that. Jesus Christ, a guy should know when he comes, shouldn't he? He'd beaten his meat enough times, by then, to know-when the cum was gonna fly. Susie had squatted on him just like this, in the woods down at the city park late one Saturday evening, and all the time she was crying and saying, "Please don't do it inside me, oh, please, don't do it inside me. Oh, God, that feels so good! Don't do it inside me, baby, please!"
He knew what she meant. It did feel too good.
Her virginal tightness gripping his swollen rod like a vise. The sweat beading on his forehead, rolling rivers of it flowing from his hair, down into his eyes, stinging him. Susie afraid to "move 'at first and then starting to slide up and down on his rod with little baby steps that slowly and slowly grew into something more, something excited, something eager and frenzied.
"Oh, God!" she squealed. "I'm coming!" And he could feel it, feel her coming, pussy twitching and snapping, sloppy with her juices, juices that bathed his shuddering dick.
She fell onto her side, off him, and he dragged his dick out of her. While Susie lay naked on her flanks, moaning her come, Matt grabbed his cock and started to flog it mercilessly. Seven strokes later he was gushing cum onto the grass. Lots of cum. His fingers clenched around his sticky dick and he tried to make it stay hard, but there was no way. With a sigh he lay down beside Susie, holding her tightly, kissing her.
So he knew he hadn't fired off into her cunt, no matter how much he'd wanted to. Yet she missed her next period, and he though t she was going to cut her wrists or something. "You did!" she told him fiercely. "I know you did! And now I'm pregnant and Daddy will kill you and he'll kill me too, and, oh, God, I'm never going to do it again-not until-" Not until she could get some kind of protection, she meant. At least, that's what she told him when the scare was over and blood flowed in her cunny again. She'd get some pills, but it was dangerous to take them at her age-she was only fifteen then. The doctor at the free clinic down on Railroad Street said so. She ought to be at least sixteen. Well, she was sixteen now, and she was supposed to visit the clinic and get herself a prescription. Next week, goddamn it, while Matt was at ROTC camp. And until then, he'd just have to be content with a sexy but fuckless relationship.
Right now, feeling her ride on his cock, feeling her cunt grow wet and greasy against his pecker, he didn't mind so much. And when I get back, he thought. I'm going to give her the fucking of the goddamn century! Bet she wants it as much as I do!
He gripped her ass tighter and they rocked closer and closer toward a mutual release. He felt the cum-urge in his nuts and there was a suspicious twitching along the cleft of her little twat, and all he could think of was, this is the last time we'll have to do it this way. Next time- But this time he was squirting, his dick a red-hot, seven-inch pole of gushing, jisming flesh, and Susie was turning to mush atop him.
He dragged his lips away from her throbbing titties, found her mouth, kissed her while they shuddered and came together, and, Jesus, it felt so good to hold her close while their bodies pulsated with excitement and their crotches were gooey and juicy from the sweetness they had shared. He helped her get her clothes back on, and she helped him, and they lay in the back seat and watched the movie.