Chapter 7

Randy held the kiss a long time, his tongue gliding in and out of her mouth, his hand under his sweater. She had pretty nice tits for a girl fifteen, not as big as Peggy's, but not bad. Randy knew already that any girl he went with would have to have big tits, at least as big as Peggy's, preferably like his mom's.

"Aw, Randy, you really get me hot and bothered when you kiss me like that," Sue said.

"I wish you didn't have that damn brassiere on. Take it off."

"Reach behind my back and unsnap it, but that's as far as we can go."

Randy slid his other hand under her sweater, fumbled awkwardly for a bit, and finally got it undone. He brought both hands back around and slid them under the loose bra.

"That's better," he said, "but it would be even better yet if you'd pull off your sweater."

"You can feel them like that, honey. Just kiss me some more, make my skin feel all crawly."

Randy kissed her again, felt her little tongue dart into his mouth. Her tits felt so soft and her nipples so hard. Actually, she was kind of fat, but cute, real cute. She was a junior cheerleader and in her outfit. The skirt was very short, but didn't seem as sexy, somehow, since it was a costume. He pulled one hand from under her sweater and slid it up under her skirt. Her thighs were plump and soft.

"Let's go in your room and take off our clothes," Randy said.

"Aw, honey, you know we can't. Mom will be home soon."

"You said she wouldn't be home until six."

"Yeh, but I'm not supposed to have boys in while she's gone and you gotta be long gone by six."

"What's the matter, doesn't she trust you?"

Sue giggled and grabbed his crotch. "Should she?" she said, and giggled again. "Wow, you really got it hard."

"It's hard for you, honey. Come on, let's do it."

"I told you when, Randy. We don't have time now."

"Always tomorrow, not today. The story of my life."

"Not tomorrow, silly, Saturday. Our date is Saturday, remember? I said I'll let you go all the way Saturday."

"Tomorrow was a figure of speech and you know it," he said, sulking. He was tired of waiting until tomorrow. Peggy had put him off and now Sue was putting him off. He had to have his first piece of ass, and soon. He was going nuts. He tried to get his fingers inside her tights. "Goddamn tights. I wish you wouldn't wear them," he said.

"I have to with this short skirt." She jumped to her feet. "Here, I'll pull them off and let you have a good feel, but then you have to go."

She reached under the tiny skirt and pulled them down and sat back down. She pulled one foot free and left them dangling around one ankle.

Randy jabbed his hand back between her thighs. She opened her legs and let him feel. She was good and moist there, the hair incredibly soft. She didn't have as much as Peggy, but there was enough. He decided he liked a lot of hair on a girl's cunt. He hadn't played with her cunt when it was completely naked like this before, and let his finger slide in the lips.

"Ooooooooh, honey, your getting me so excited. I really do want you to fuck me, but we just can't; there isn't time."

She was squirming against his hand, and when he got the tip of his finger in her hole, she scrunched down to get it in a little deeper.

"Push it in a little, Randy. It's such a good feeling. Get me ready for Saturday night."

"I'm ready now," Randy grunted. "I wind up getting the stone aches every time I'm with you."

"It's your own fault. I didn't tell you to go this far. I told you we couldn't do it today." She shoved harder until he had most of his finger in her cunt. "Shit, honey, that feels good. Move it around a little."

Randy started finger fucking her, pushed until his finger was buried all the way. She clutched at his cock through his pants.

"Take it out, honey, play with my prick," he said.

"Aw, Randy, we've gone too far already. I'm so hot. I want you to fuck me so bad."

"Okay, let's do it."

"Honey, we can't, we can't."

Randy pulled his hand from under her skirt. "Shit. I gotta go home."

"You're mad," she said.

"No I'm not, just disappointed, and my nuts hurt. I'm gonna go home and jerk-off. Gotta have some relief."

"Do ... do you want me to do it?" she said timidly.

"Hell yes," he said, and leaned back. "Just take it out and pull it off with your little old hand. I just gotta come."

She unzipped his fly and slowly withdrew his prick. She had played with it once before, but never in the light. It looked so big, so scary. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah, a little faster," he grunted.

She pumped faster, maybe a dozen strokes, and Randy went stiff as his prick shot milky stuff.

"Oh my God! I didn't ... I didn't expect she cried, as the stuff poured down onto her hand.

"Don't let go, just a few more strokes," Randy yelled.

She held him tight and kept pumping. She watched the sticky junk roll out over her hand.

"What do I do now?" she said, a little sickened.

"I don't care; lick it off, I guess."

"Yuk! You bastard," she said.

"I feel a lot better," he said.

"You mean you want to put all that ugly stuff inside of me? That's what you mean."

"Yeh. One way or another," Randy said, grinning.

Sue smiled and looked at the mess on her hand. "Yeh," she said.

He finally gave her his handkerchief to clean up with. He got up and put his cock away and zipped up his pants.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

"Don't forget about Saturday," she said.

"How could I forget that?" he said. "Saturday, we fuck."

When Randy got home, supper was already on the table. Mary Alice chided him for being late.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you might have to work late again so I didn't rush right home," he said.

"It's okay. Just hurry and wash up before supper gets cold."

She remembered the luscious fucking of the night before and wished she had worked again. It made her tingle.

Peggy met him on the stairs. "You were with that fat little Sue, weren't you? I saw you walking with her."

"She isn't fat, sis. Just pleasingly plump."

"Does she have nice boobs?"

"Not as nice as yours." Randy grinned at her. "She has a nice pussy, too. It's really hot."

Peggy grabbed her brother. "Did you fuck her?"

"Naw. Don't get jealous. I'm saving myself for you."

"I am jealous," Peggy said, and ran on down the stairs.

After supper, both Peggy and Randy went to their rooms to study. It was almost ten when Peggy came to his door and tapped lightly. "Randy, can I come in?" she said.

"Sure, the door's unlocked," Randy chirped.

Peggy came into his room and closed the door softly behind her. She wore a robe that came down to her knees. She was barefooted. Randy lay on his bed, a book in front of him. He wore only his pants.

"I'm going to bed; just dropped by to say goodnight."

"I'm glad you did," Randy said.

She came over close to the bed. "Randy? You didn't fuck her, did you?"

"I said I didn't," he said. He could see she was really jealous.

"You're not just saying that?"

"Hell no. I didn't. I mean it."

"Well, you must have fooled around. Is she nice?"

Randy grinned. "Yeh, we fooled around, and she's nice, real nice."

"Damn you, Randy. Is she this nice?" Peggy jerked her robe open. She was naked under the robe.

"No way, Peg." He sat up quickly. "Goddamn, not even close."

"Kiss me, Randy."

Randy jumped up and started to put his arms around her.

"I mean lower ... quite a bit lower."

Randy didn't hesitate; he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her bush. The heady smell of cunt filled his nostrils. He kissed her at the top of her slit, then curled out his tongue and raked it back over her protruding clit.

"Oh, Randy, that feels good," she cried.

"I've got something that will feel even better," he said.'

"No, honey, please, just kiss it some more."

She bowed her knees and pressed down against his face. He kissed her several times, then pushed his tongue into her cunt. She was wet. She squirmed against his tongue.

"Honey, honey, honey, I love it when you do that. Move your tongue in and out. Oooooooooh, good!"

Randy pulled away and got to his feet. "I need something, too, Peg. Lay down on the bed. I just gotta fuck you."

"Aw, no, Randy, it's too dangerous. Mom is just downstairs; she might be coming up any minute."

"Shit, Peg, I gotta, I just gotta. You keep putting me off; everyone keeps putting me off."

"Aw, honey, we can't, It's not the right time with mom so close. Here..." She reached into his pants and circled his cock. "Oh, Jesus, you really got a hard-on."

"Hell yes, I got a hard-on."

"Shhhhh, not so loud. Here, I'll just put it between my legs, squeeze it a little, rub it against my pussy."

She pressed his prick between her legs, rubbed the leaking knob back and forth between her lips. Randy crouched a little. Peggy moved her feet apart. The tip of Randy's cock found her hole, and with the way it curved up, the head just popped in, spreading her little cunt wide.

"Oh, Randy . . ,Oh, my God..." she hissed, and pressed down until his entire knob was in her cunt. "Oh, yeh, honey, push it in just a little more. Oh, yehhhhh, fuck me a little!"

Randy pushed up, shoving almost half his cock in.

"Oh, Peg, it feels great. I'm finally fucking. I have it inside. I'm fucking you."

"You sure are, Randy," Peggy sighed. She brought one leg up, hooked it behind his thigh. "Fuck me a whole lot, Randy. I never did it standing up before, and it feels good. Good!"

Randy could feel the strain on his back quickly, and was about to pull her down on the bed when Mary Alice's voice came loud and clear from the foot of the stairs. And then her weight on the stairs.

Peggy's leg came down and his cock pulled free. She pulled her robe closed and rushed for the door.

She reached the top of the stairs when her mother was half way up.

"What are you kids doing up there? It's bedtime. School tomorrow, remember?"

"We were just scuffling, Mom."

"Scuffling? Go to bed."

"Okay."

Mary Alice watched her go down the hall and was puzzled. "Scuffling?" she murmured. "You get in bed, too, Randy," she called.

Randy sat on the edge of his bed trembling. "God-fucking-damn," he muttered.

It was an hour later when Randy heard his mother go into the bathroom. He got out of bed and went to the door. The house was dark, save the thin slit of light under the bathroom door. He went stealthily down the hall and knelt in front of the door. It was an old house, and had those big, wide, old-fashioned keyholes that you can really see through. He put his eye to the hole.

Mary Alice had already removed her dress and stood in panties and brassiere. He wondered how her bra managed to hold her tits they were so big. They filled it completely and bulged at the edges. Her panties were well filled, too, and even though she was blonde, he could see thick wad of hair showing through. He held his breath when she started pushing them down, his hand finding his cock.

She sat on the toilet, but he couldn't hear if she was peeing because the water was running in the tub. He wished he could hear her peeing. Her bra came off while she sat on the stool. She stood up and got into the tub. His cock was hard, his hand moving briskly.

He watched her soap her big tits, and imagined that she was enjoying rubbing them. She stood up then, and soaped her luxuriant bush. When her hand went between her thighs, Randy almost came and had to stop. He bumped the door with his knee and she looked up. He held his breath afraid to breath, but she dropped her gaze and went back to washing her cunt.

She sat down in the tub again and leaned back. He could still see her tits. He started masturbating again, pretending that she still had her hand on her cunt, that she was playing with herself, maybe even wishing her son was in the tub with her.

In the bathroom, Mary Alice was playing with herself. She had two fingers in her cunt as far as they would go. And she was thinking of Randy; she was sure he was out in the hall peeking at her. She thought she heard something right after she got in the tub, and was sure when his knee hit the door. She closed her eyes and pressed her clit with her thumb. She knew she would come easily with her pussy under the hot water. Coming had become a problem just before Nick left, and even for a while afterwards, but it wasn't a problem now, not since she had started fucking again. This morning she had brought herself off easily before she was even completely awake, and now ... God, she was getting close.

Mary Alice imagined her son out in the hall, his little cock hard; well, not so little, it was bigger than a lot of men. She had seen that with her own eyes. She wondered if he was playing with himself, thought she heard his breathing, and started to come. She dug into her cunt with her fingers. Jesus, it felt so good. She gasped and relaxed, three fingers stuffed in her cunt to the knuckles.

Randy wasn't sure what was happening, but he was sure that she was acting awfully strange. Then she stood suddenly and faced the door. He was feasting on a full frontal view when she stepped from the tub and came towards the door. She heard me, he thought, and scrambled for his room.

He lay in the darkness for what seemed like forever before he heard her leave the bathroom. His erection was gone and he had to pee. He waited several more minutes before he got up and went down the hall.

Mary Alice heard him and went to her door. She felt a little guilty about masturbating while she knew, or at least suspected, that her son was watching, but at the time was too turned on to feel any shame. She was curious now. She went quickly down the hall and stood for a moment staring at the big keyhole. She heard the water splash in the toilet and knelt down. "Two can play this game ... I guess," she whispered.

She saw Randy holding his prick, shaking off the last few drops. He stood in front of the stool and worked his muscle; it rose steadily. He turned and saw his mother's clothing in a pile on the floor. He bent and quickly found her panties, straightened them out, and put the crotch to his nose.

Mary Alice gasped. God, she never left her clothing in the bathroom; what had she been thinking of? She knew what she had been thinking of. And ... and he was smelling them, pressing the part ... the part that had been against her cunt all day ... to his nose. Oh, Lord, he had such a big cock, too, and it was so hard. It would be bigger than his father's if it grew anymore. And it had such a curve in the middle. It was prettier than his father's, or at least different. Maybe being circumcised made it different; Nick wasn't circumcised.

He stood with his face turned up smelling the crotch of the panties for a long time before he started jacking-off. He stroked for quite a while before he brought the panties down and wrapped them around his cock, then masturbated in earnest. He pumped hard for several strokes and then stepped up and held over the lavatory.

"Oh, Mom," he cried, "Oh, Mom!" and squirted a thick wad into the sink. He kept pumping; the goo kept squirting.

Mary Alice couldn't believe her eyes. Her son had jacked-off smelling her panties, and finally finished the job with his cock wrapped snugly in her scanty garment. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She had come only a short time before and she was so worked up now she couldn't believe it. She watched him finish his job and then wipe his cock with her panties. He stroked himself lovingly, milking anything that was left into her underpants.

She raised weakly to her feet and went back to her bedroom. Filled with guilt, shame, even remorse, she fell onto the bed and grabbed her cunt. She made herself come over and over again. It was probably the best jerk-off come she had ever experienced.