Chapter 9

Randy awakened with a start, squinting into the sunlight streaming through the window. It took him a moment to orient himself, but when he saw his sister naked and asleep in his bed he realized she had spent the night. His next thought was of his mother. God, was she up yet? He listened, but heard no sound and then got up and went to the door. He peeked out into the hall. The door to her room was open.

He slipped on his pajama bottoms and went to her door. The bed was made up. He went downstairs and found the house empty; he also found a note on the kitchen table. It told him that she had a lot of shopping to do and would be back after lunch.

Actually, Mary Alice had gotten up early and left the house because she didn't want to face her son, not yet anyway. And she did go shopping.

Randy drew a breath of relief, convinced that she hadn't looked into either of their rooms, and went back upstairs. He quickly shucked off his pajamas and crawled back into bed. His cock was already hard. Peggy was lying on her back and she looked lovely. Her tits didn't look as big when she was on her back, but the nipples were big and looked very dark. She had a lot of cunt hair for a girl seventeen and it was black and curly and was a little matted from their frolicking.

Randy couldn't control himself, didn't even try, and pushed her legs apart. She stirred, but didn't awaken. He rolled over on top of her, his cock in his hand.

When Peggy awakened Randy was already in her saddle. Her knees had come up in her sleep to let him in and he buried to his nuts. She moaned and clutched at him.

"What a wonderful way to wake up," she sighed. "Wonderful, simply wonderful."

He was in all the way and stroking steadily. She lifted up to meet his thrusts, dropped back when he came out. Her cunt clasped tightly around his cock, sucking hungrily at the turgid thing giving so much pleasure.

"God, sis, I don't think I'll be able to hold out long, not like this. You're so tight, and it's so hot in there."

"Okay, honey, okay. Just keep going steady, don't stop or change what you're doing. I'll make it if you last just a bit more. It feels so nice ... yeh, I'm getting close, honey. Fuck just a little faster now ... yeah, yeh!"

Peggy was coming already. It seemed she could come so easily anymore. It was good to come quick, because then she had a chance of making it again. She hunched hard, little gurgling noises bubbling from her open mouth. It felt so good to come; she enjoyed it so much.

Randy was coming, too, and she could feel the wet stuff squirting. It was so much nicer to let a guy squirt inside her, so much more natural, even if she did get pregnant Randy would make her such a beautiful baby.

"You fuck good, little brother," she sighed when he lay still. She looked to the side and saw the door open. For some reason she didn't seem to care if they were caught. "What if Mom looks in?" she said.

"She's gone shopping; she left a note on the kitchen table. I'm sure she doesn't know you slept with me."

"That's good. She might not understand," Peggy giggled. She wasn't completely sure her mother wouldn't understand, though. She was thinking of her mother in a new light after what Randy had j told her. She wasn't just a mom anymore, she was a sexual creature with needs just like anyone else. She wondered if her mother had been with a man since Daddy left. It sounded like she needed to, letting her own son feel her up.

Peggy felt Randy's cock slip out of her cunt. It hung wetly between her legs. She gave it a squeeze. "I think I'll go and take a bath. I need it after the workout you gave me last night and this morning," she said....

Randy lay in bed listening to the water run in the bathroom. He felt good; he had finally fucked a girl, and he was going to fuck another one tonight. His cock twitched at the thought of dipping into Sue's hot little cunt. He didn't think she'd be as good as Peggy because she didn't have the experience his sister did, but it would be good, anyway.

He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. Peggy lay immersed in hot, soapy water, her red nipples just breaking the surface.

"Boy, you look comfortable," he said, and stepped up to the toilet.

"I am comfortable. Why don't you get in with me?" she said.

Randy stood and peed, holding his prick in his fingers. "Ahhhh, that really does feel good," he said. He finished and shook it off. "Maybe I will climb in for a while. It sure looks inviting."

He stepped into the tub, the hot water sending little bumps running up his legs. Luckily, it was a large tub, so they could easily lay side by side. He had no more than settled into the water than her hand found his prick. She gently rolled it in hand, curious to see if he would get hard again. He did.

"Are you trying to wear that thing out?" he said.

"It doesn't wear out, Randy. It just gets bigger, harder and hungrier for pussy."

"It couldn't get any hungrier for your pussy, sis."

"Do you want to fuck me here in the bathtub, honey? I'll let you."

Randy didn't answer; he moved into a position where his cock was between her legs. It was awkward, and a little uncomfortable, but he got his prick inside of her. She moaned softly, pressing against him. She wondered if it was possible for her to ever get enough, she wanted it now as much as the first time last night.

"Let's just lay here like this, Randy. It feels so good to have your cock in there."

"I'll get soft if I don't move."

"Well, just move enough to keep it hard. I don't want it to end; I want you to fuck me the rest of the morning."

For a long time they lay like that, fucking just enough to keep Randy's cock good and hard. Peggy's passion grew a little each time until she wanted the ultimate thrill; she wanted to come again.

"Don't stop this time, Randy. Keep going until I make it. It won't take long; I'm getting awfully close."

Within a minute, Peggy could feel the exquisite feeling start deep in her belly. She kind of gurgled, spit drooling from the corner of her mouth, and let it spread through her body. It climbed up and up and up until with a jerk she came to a sharp peak of physical pleasure. It just seemed to get better and better, like her body learned something new each time she had an orgasm.

"Awwwww, honey, that feels so good!" she cried. "I'm coming so good!" He stopped.

"Aren't you going to come?" she asked.

"Yeh, in a minute."

He let it soak and then pulled out. He raised up out of the water and got to his knees, above her waist. He moved up close, pushing his cock against her mouth.

"Suck it, Peg. Finish me off in your mouth."

Peg opened her mouth and let him slide in. She sucked hard, stroking the long shaft steadily. There wasn't too much cock taste; fucking underwater cleaned things up too much. She preferred the almost rancid taste of an unused pecker. Cocksucking was best on a prick fresh from the fly. She increased the tempo of her hand and knew he wouldn't last much longer. The thick muscles in the back of his legs tightened and he pushed more eagerly into her mouth.

"I'm there, Peg, here it comes! Aw fuck, that feels good. Swallow it, sis, swallow it," Randy cried.

He leaned into her, his hands at the back of her head pressing her face against his belly.

"Don't stop yet, Peg; keep sucking. Suck it dry, suck until I go soft. Oh shit, it almost hurts it's so good."

Peggy had most of his cock in her mouth. She could feel the wet goo still leaking out. She wrapped her arms around his jerking ass, pushing his cock all the way in, down into her throat. She felt his cock softening, but it remained half hard, so she kept sucking.

Randy held her head tightly, flinching each time she sucked. He wanted her to stop, but he also wanted to see how long he could stand her sucking. Alternately, his cock would tingle pleasantly and then hurt with a sharp pain. It was excruciatingly good.

"Stop, sis, stop! I can't take any more," he cried.

He was soft now, but Peggy held him tight, sucking hard on the limp thing. She kind of liked the feeling of a mouthful of soft, pulpy cock; it was much easier to suck, too. She continued to suck until he was writhing in her grasp. She finally let it fall free. He fell backwards into the water, landing on her legs.

"Ouch! That hurt," she cried.

"Serves you right," he said. "You damn near sucked it off."

"Yeh," she said, grinning. "Bet you won't want anymore for a little while."

"Maybe never," Randy groaned, cupping his groin.

He got shakily to his feet. His cock hung red and shriveled between his legs.

"I really sucked the life out of the little monster. Just look at him," she said.

"I was getting numb from the hips down. It's still numb. I wonder if it would get hard and come again if you sucked long enough."

"We'll try and see next time," Peggy said.

"Yeh," Randy said, and climbed from the tub. "I gotta go and play some ball with some guys. Bet I won't be able to lift a bat."

He played ball all afternoon. It was almost supper time when he got home. Mary Alice was in the kitchen preparing supper. They both tried to act as if nothing had happened.

"Where ya been?" Mary Alice asked.

"Playing ball," Randy answered. "What's for supper?"

"Go wash up and you'll find out. I'm ready to put it on the table. Peggy has gone to spend the night at Donna's, so it will just be the two of us."

"I have a date with Sue tonight so I better hurry. I have to take a bath after we eat."

"Oh," Mary Alice said.

Randy thought she almost sounded disappointed. He hoped she was disappointed. She had her chance.

The evening didn't go the way Randy had planned. They went to a party and Sue paid more attention to another guy than he thought she should. By the time he got over that Sue had nipped a tad too much and was silly. They smoked some pot, but it just made her sillier. They were parked for an hour before getting down to serious business. She was very cooperative, though, and got hot quickly. He had his hand in her panties stroking her pussy and she had his cock out.

"It's so big, honey," she panted. "Do you ... do you think we should?"

"Hell yes, Sue. I want you so bad," he said.

It was a cool night so they didn't take off their clothing. Randy spread a blanket beside the car and pushed his pants down to his knees. Sue removed her panties, lifted her skirt, and lay down.

She was a virgin as it turned out, and much too tight. Randy got the head in and she started to cry. It hurt, it hurt like hell and she wanted to stop. Randy was determined and shoved in hard. Sue screamed, pounding at him with her fists. Randy pulled out and jumped to his feet, so angry he couldn't see. He pulled up his pants.

"Get up. We're going home," he snarled.

Sue got up, put her panties back on, and got back in the car. They drove to her house in silence. To make matters worse, Randy saw a prowl car and got so nervous he could hardly drive. He was only fifteen, not even old enough for a license. Mary Alice had let him take the car reluctantly, not sure what she would say if he got stopped. It would be so much easier if his father was her to tell him no when he asked. She couldn't seem to turn him down, especially now after she had acted so brazen.

"It will be better next time," Sue said. "I got too scared."

"Yeh," Randy said.

"There will be a next time?" she queried, glancing furtively at him.

Randy softened then, and realized it was mostly his own fault. She was a cherry; he had come on too strong. "Yeh, honey, there'll be a next time. It was my fault. I came on too rough. I'm sorry."

"Next time I'll let you fuck me even if it kills me," she said, jumped from the car and ran to the house.

When he got home, the house was dark. He went upstairs and saw a light under his mother's door. He went into the bathroom. He took out his cock to pee and saw some dark stuff on the head. Blood. Well, he had gotten the job done after all. Next time it would be a cinch. He took a piss and washed off his cock. Wow, his first cherry, even if he did stop. He sucked his cock away and went down the hall and tapped lightly on his mother's door. "Mom, are you still awake?" he called.

"Yes, honey, come on in," Mary Alice answered.

Mary Alice was lying on the bed, a book in front of her, a half full glass in her hand. She had been drinking slowly, but steadily, all evening, and she was a little tight.

"Have a good time?" she asked.

"Yeh, great," he said cheerily. "How's your back?"

"Well, it's better. Just a little pain, not too bad." She was lying and she knew it; her back felt fine.

"Did it help when I massaged you?"

"Well ... Yeh, I think it probably did."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

Mary Alice bit her hp. She knew what her answer should be, still, she said, "Okay, maybe a little in the small of my back."

Randy's eyes widened; he felt the excitement rolling in his belly. She was going to let him massage her again after what happened last time. He quickly sat on the bed beside her. She closed the book, drained her glass and put it on the floor beside the bed, and avoiding his eyes, rolled over onto her stomach.

She felt his hands on the back of her thighs.

"No, honey, the small of my back. On the outside of my pajamas," she said.

Randy felt disappointed, but did as she said. He pressed his palms into the small of her back. A rush of air escaped her lungs.

"That felt good. Do it some more," she said.

Randy worked the length of her spine with the heel of his hand, pressing outwards with his fingers. Mary Alice sighed with pleasure.

"Gee, Mom, your pajamas feel so silky," he said.

"They feel nice to me, too. They're nylon, feels nice on the skin."

He rubbed her whole back, then timidly down over her buttocks. She felt him move more onto the bed, felt his leg against hers.

"If you're going to get on the bed like that, take off your shoes. Don't want my bedspread all dirty." She buried her face in her arms and heard one shoe clunk to the floor, then the other.

His hands went back to her buttocks and down onto her thighs. He gripped them in his long fingers and squeezed. The warning signals flashed like beacon lights in her head. She squeezed her eyes shut. When his hands came back up they deftly slid under her pajama top. They felt cool and wonderful on her warm skin. He rubbed her back for several minutes before sliding his hands along her sides. He moved slowly upward, and when his hands finally were pressing the sides of her breasts, he straddled one of her legs. Almost instinctively she raised up so his hands could move underneath and cup her fullness. She stifled a gasp. His hands felt so good against her nipples, and his cock ... Jesus, it was so hard against her thigh. She could almost feel it throb. He got her nipples between his fingers and worked them gently. They hardened quickly. "Does that feel good, Mom?" he said softly.

"Oh, yes, honey. Keep rubbing them." She new there was no way she could stop him this time. It felt too good.

And then he was almost laying on her, his fingers rubbing her nipples harder, faster. His hips, too, were moving just a little, sliding his prick up and down against the back of her leg. His speed increased, the pressure increased until he was all but jacking-off against her thigh.

"Honey, honey ... you mustn't do that," she gasped.

"Oh, mother, you feel so good. You're ... you're tits feel so soft and wonderful."

"My baby, my boy, feel them, enjoy them," she moaned. She kept her face buried in her arms, kept her eyes clamped tightly closed. Her nipples were as hard as marbles, and sent tingles of pleasure down through her body each time he squeezed.

He sat upright then, letting his fingers pull away from her excited tits and drift down her sides. His hands left her for a minute while he seemed to adjust his position. She didn't realize that he had opened his pants completely and let his cock out.

His hands went back to her hips and slid down inside her bottoms. He rubbed her hips and slid up over her ass, his fingers trailing down the deep cleft. He moaned, tossing her head in a definite no, yet lifted slightly when he started to slide down her pajamas. He pulled them down to the middle of her thighs and put his hands down on the soft flesh.

"Open your legs, mom," he said, lifting his weight up.

She let her legs come open and his hands slipped in between. He felt of the insides of her thighs, his fingers scant inches from her bubbling pussy. He let one hand move up and slid the tips of his fingers through the crack of her ass and then back down. He was actually touching her cunt, very lightly, but touching it nevertheless. She grunted, her insides on fire, her cunt wet and wanting, wanting what she knew it should never have.

With a loud groan, Randy pressed his hand into her furry nest and fell forward on top of her. Mary Alice felt his hand against her cunt, a finger almost in the hole, and ... and she felt something else. She felt his cock on her thigh. It wasn't inside his pants; it was pressed naked and hot against her leg. And it was wet; she could feel the wet knob.

"No, Randy, Oh no. We can't go any further. We've got to stop!" she cried, raising up.

"Mom, Mom!" Randy cried, rubbing his cock rapidly against her leg. "I'm ... I'm so tense, so worked up. I've got to do something or I'll hurt. Oh God, I'll hurt so bad."

Mary Alice raised up quickly, rolling Randy off. She turned over and sat up, looked at his throbbing cock for an instant, and quickly reached down and grasped it tightly.

"Randy, baby, I don't want you to hurt," she cried, her hand already sliding expertly up and down it's rock hard length. It felt so good in her hand, like it belonged there, like it should have been there a long time ago. She didn't feel ashamed now; she felt excited, filled with lust. Her hand moved steadily up and down.

Randy's mouth hung open. He looked at her hand moving so wonderfully on his cock and then to her heavily furred crotch. Her pajamas were around her knees, exposing her glorious pussy. The hair was blonde and fluffy, soft looking and very thick, the bottom of her belly completely covered with the stuff. He could see the beginning of her slit, a dark, deep gash.

"Mom, I love you. I see your pussy. It's beautiful, it's beautiful!" he cried.

Mary Alice was sure she must be blushing as her legs came open for him to see. She spread them wide, pulling the beautiful split apart, spreading the hair to the sides to reveal the delightful little pink lips nestled between the fat, sensuous, pouting ones. They glistened with the wet lust of a woman in need of a fuck.

"Oh, mother, you're beautiful," Randy cried.

"So are you, my darling," Mary Alice gurgled.

Still holding his prick, she fell backwards and pulled him on top of her. She looked into his dark eyes, felt a sharp tingle in her cunt, and with her free hand pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him. Not a motherly kiss, but a haunting, hurting, seeking kiss of hot desire. Her tongue went into his mouth and her cunt flowed while she hungrily fucked his young lips with her tongue. She still held his cock and pressed it between her legs, guiding it towards her opened split.

"Can you push down my pajamas with your foot?" she said.

Randy struggled to get his foot up. His toes caught in the elastic band and he pushed down. The slick nylon went off her knees and down her calves. She struggled and was free. Her legs came wide open, her cunt was spread.

"Yes, my darling, yes," Mary Alice cooed. "Mother won't let you hurt." Her hand guided him to her entrance, and with unerring accuracy fit the fat knob into the flower of her cunt. The knob went in, then an inch of the shaft, then two inches. "Fuck me, Randy," she sighed. "Fuck me hard. I want your cock so bad. I want it so bad. Fuck me, fuck me. Get it all the way in.

Randy pushed in, his cock sliding easily all the way to his tight balls. He had his arms tightly around his mother and started riding hard. He was fucking his luscious mother.

"Ahhhhhhh, so good!" she moaned, lifting her knees to hold him deep, squeezing just a little to slow him down. "Slow down a little, but don't stop. Just keep fucking, keep fucking your mother until you come."

"I want you to come, too," he said.

"Awww, honey, you're sweet, but I'm so close and feel so good it doesn't matter. Oh, God, it feels so good!"

She hunched against him, urging him to speed up again. She wanted him to come, wanted to feel the wet spill out, wanted him to jerk and moan, knowing it was her cunt sucking the stuff of life out of his cock.

She sensed he was there and pulled his face down and covered his lips with her open mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped tightly around his back. She squeezed him with her legs and she squeezed him with her cunt.

"I'm coming, Mom ... oh, Jesus, I'm coming!" Randy cried.

"Come hard, baby, make it a good one."

She rocked under him, her cunt squeezing, sucking, pulling the raw egg from the end of his cock. She wasn't coming, herself, but it didn't matter, there was plenty of time for that. They had the rest of the night.

When he finally relaxed, she kept her legs around him and held him there. His cock held her cunt open and she could feel the gooey stuff leaking out. It came from the bottom edge of her hole and followed the cleft of her ass until it finally dripped off onto the sheet. She held him until he was completely soft, and then let him lie snuggled beside her.

She cuddled him and kissed him, her tongue in his mouth and in his ears. "I almost let you do this last night," she said.

"I wish you had," he said.

"No, it was better tonight because I didn't. I chickened out." She giggled. "I didn't chicken out tonight, did I?"

"You sure didn't," Randy said.

"You don't hate me?"

"Mom, I love you, even more."

"If your father was home, he'd be where you are now."

"I'm glad he's not."

"Hush. Don't ever say that."

"Okay, Mom." He wouldn't say it, but he knew he would think it. The deserting bastard. He didn't care if he ever came back now, not as long as it meant he could fuck her.

They lay for a long time without talking, just cuddling and kissing, feeling each other's bodies. He fingered her cunt; she caressed his cock. She wasn't holding it when it started to regain its strength. She felt it pressing against her thigh.

"I'm getting hard again, Mom," he said.

"Yes, I can feel it. Do you think you're ready again?"

Before he could answer, she rolling on top of him. She straddled him, spreading her legs wide, pushing her open cunt against his belly. "I'm all wet down there," she said. She moved her cunt around on his belly. "See how wet I am? It means I want you." She slid down, found his cock with her hand, and wetted the knob in the copious juice. "It'll go in so easy, so deep." She was breathing hard now.

She spread the lips with the tip of his glans and let it settle comfortably in. When the head was entirely imbedded, she sat upright and pushed herself down onto his cock. She made little squealing noises while her cunt closed slowly around him. She fell forward when she had it all, spreading her big tits over his chest. They had undressed each other after the first fuck, and she was glad; it felt so much better to be naked. Her hips started moving, gently rising and falling, sliding his cock in and out.

"Just lie still; I'm going to fuck you this time. And I'm going to come this time, too. I can already tell how good it's going to feel."

She let her body completely cover him, reached back with both hands and gripped his ass, and fucked slowly, deliciously. The feeling grew better and better. In this position, his beautifully curved cock sawed hard against her clit each time she humped. Her action grew more agitated as her pleasure mounted. She went faster and faster, holding herself up with her knees so only the fat knob was riding hard at the entrance to her cunt. Each time the thick crown of his cock spread the tender inner lips she grunted.

"It's good, good! Don't move, just lie still; let me bring myself off. I'm close, so close ... Oh, Jesus, here it comes, honey. I'm coming, I'm coming!"

She tightened her legs, jerking rapidly, holding only the head in her cunt lips. She went faster and faster, each spasm stronger than the one before. She couldn't ever remember it feeling so good, so intense, and she had had some pretty hot screws in the past week or so. She'd had bigger cocks, the last two in particular, but none so satisfying. She knew her mouth was open and she was making the most ghastly noises, but she couldn't help it; she was coming and it felt wonderful.

"Ummm, babeee, honey ... it feels so nice. Your cock is bringing me off so hard. Awww, honey, don't come; I want it to last; I wanta come some more!"

She had brought her hands up and was resting her weight on her palms, her ass twisting and jerking around his cock. She stopped suddenly, and slowly sank down, pushing his prick back up inside her belly. She lay heavily on top of him, gasping for breath.

"Oh, God, Randy, it was good!" she hissed. "You didn't come, did you."

"Not yet," Randy said.

"Don't rush. I can take it all night. I don't think I'll ever get enough."

They rolled onto their sides without breaking apart and Randy started kissing his mother's mouth while he slowly drew his prick in and out of her clasping cunt. She was as tight as Peggy; well, maybe not as tight, not quite, but she much tighter than he thought she would be after having two kids. He figured she must have squeezed the piss out of dad's cock when they were first married. It didn't seem to bother him at all that he was poaching in his father's territory. He realized he had harbored strong sexual feeling for his mother for a long time.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, mother," he said.

"Hush, honey, don't say it. It, it ... well, don't talk about it, not right now, anyway."

She wasn't sure she could justify what she was doing. Fucking with her own son was at best pretty far out, at worst, well ... but he felt so good in there. Maybe it was something she had wanted for a long time, too. She wasn't going to think about it right now. it was beginning to feel good again, and somehow crowded out any other consideration.

"Good, Randy, good. Keep fucking; I think I'm going to make it again. Maybe we can come together this time. They say third time's a charm." It wasn't the third time, really, just the second, but she wasn't going quibble at a time like this. "Yeh, honey, yeh. Your mother is going to come again. It's feeling good. Can you make it? I'm getting close."

Randy rolled her on over and plunged in all the way. He fucked fast, the head of his cock swelling to the bursting point. Yeh, he could make it; he was close, too. He felt her cunt quiver, tighten around his cock and knew she was coming. Her legs came up, driving him into the hilt and his cock started spewing wet, milky come. It spit out one thick wad, and then another, and another. He grunted with pleasure while his nuts spilled their contents into his mother's clasping pussy.

She held his prick tightly with her cunt, jerking her hips in short, spastic fits. It was the same thing all over again; a hard, mind-bending orgasm, her cunt groveling on his prick. The spend was the thing, nothing else mattered at this moment. She wanted to come again and again, over and over, until her cunt ached, until it was in agony from gorging on prick.

When she fell limp this time, she knew she had been fucked completely. Her cunt did hurt, but even the sharp little pains were rewarding. She wished he hadn't come, wished he could continue fucking, make her hurt more.

They both lay exhausted. Randy's cock slipped out, its residue leaking slowly afterwards. She didn't even mind that his sticky come was spotting her bedspread.

"I'm sleepy now," Mary Alice said, "Let's get under the covers. We can talk about it in the morning."