Chapter 7
Gary was a mess, even after the boy had finished dressing; his face was burning red, his ears flaming, and his hair was completely soaked with Mabel's cum.
"Jesus, Gary, I can't let you go back to work like that. You've gotta have a shower. You stink so bad they'll smell cunt on you a mile away."
"Yes, Mrs.-Mistress."
"That's better boy." She looked down at her own ruined blouse. "Fucking Jesus! See what you did to me? I can't go out on the Midway like this!"
"Maybe I could bring you another blouse after I have my shower . . . Mistress," said the boy.
"Shit, no! I'm not going to wait that long."
You little fucking bastard! I should make you pay for this blouse, take it out of your salary-but Jesus, your fucking lips are so sweet on my pussy! I'll make you pay, all right-you'll pay me a thousand times over with your mouth and your cock!
"Come on-we'll sneak around the back of the buildings. I don't think anybody will see us."
Maybe that fucking Jack will see us-and know we've been fucking! Shit, if I thought he would stand still for it, I'd fuck this beautiful boy right in front of Jack. Gary wiU do anything I tell him to do. But Jack is such a bastard, he'd probably try to kill both of us.
She sent the boy under the workings of the funhouse to shut off the equipment; then when he came back they went together to the exit that gave out onto the fields in back. Twenty or so feet away was a tall mesh fence, to keep the animals grazing in the neighboring fields out of the park-admission was free; but once inside the suckers found that everything here had a price tag.
There was no problem at all in making their way along the back of the buildings. The only danger spot was when they had to come around to the front of the office, to reach the stairs. But nobody was in the street, and soon they were inside the apartment, Mabel shrugging out of the blouse and holding it up to see if it was repairable. She was oblivious of the boy's eyes staring at her tits.
"Okay, Gary, the bathroom is in there. Watch the hot water-it goes from cold to scalding very quickly. Ease the knob around until the temperature is right."
Then she looked up, saw that he was staring. "What the fuck are you looking at, boy?"
"I'm . . . I'm sorry, Mistress. It's just that your tits are so beautiful! I've never seen anything like them before."
"Yeah?" She was pleased. "Come here and kiss them."
"Yes, Mistress!" The boy was eager as he came to her, held each breast in his hand for a second, then bent to suck the nipple into his mouth. The pressure warmed Mabel's groin again.
Jesus Christ, bitch! How many times are you going to cum in one day? You've had three cocks in you already, and it's still the afternoon-and you want to get those other two kids, remember, before they get out of here.
But Gary was turning her on, and now she needed his cock. She groaned as she held him to her tits, feeling his hair slick with her cum; now she was lifting him up, undoing his pants again.
"Shit, Gary-get out of those fucking clothes! My hands are too nervous."
He hurried to do as she said, as Mabel dropped her skirt again. She started to slip out of her shoes, then remembered the boy's earlier reaction to them. Shit, it wouldn't do any harm to leave them on for him.
Now Gary was naked again, the boy coming to her, Mabel's arms going around him. She smelled the strong stink of their earlier fucking, and now she was working him in the direction of the bedroom, pushing him against the bed. Gary let her control him, let her do what she would. He dropped beneath her, and then Mabel was climbing up beside him, reaching for the boy, making him rise up over her.
"Fuck me, Gary! Fuck me!"
Cunt! Whore! Fucking bitch-fucking Mom-ma! Fuck me, Momma! Fuck me!
The boy entered her, his cock standing at full hard again, plunging all of the way into her. But as he looked down he was no longer seeing Mabel's face, no longer imagining his sister. Now he saw only his mother, the one woman he had been longing to enter ever since he first spied his mother and father fucking together when he was a small child. All these years he had wanted to capture her the way his father captured her, make her beg for release from his tormenting passion.
Fuck me Momma! I'm fucking you-fuck me now!
Oh sweet loving fuck! Mabel humped against him, legs wrapped around him, trying to draw the last possible inch of his cock into her cunt. "Sweet fuck! Do it, Gary! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Oh Christ Carol! I wish you were here, I wish I were fucking you and Momma and you were watching me fuck Momma! I wish you were watching me fuck right now!
The boy plunged into her, his cock swelling until it was half again as large as it ever had been before-and then he knew that his seed was boiling, his cum ready to explode again.
"I'm cumming!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot!"
Mabel was almost there; she closed her eyes, panting against the wild ride of the boy, feeling the urge in her gut that meant she was ready to release her passion flood once more. How many times does that make today? Jesus, I've lost count!
"Ride me, Gary! Fuck me, boy! Fuck into me-I'm cumminnnnggggg!"
His cock plunged to the depths of her cunt, filled her with his juice, milked her of the last of her passion, the two of them rising and falling together, riding over the crest of total excitement, hearts pounding, blood surging madly through engorged flesh. He rode up over her, hung above her as she tore out his life, pulled everything that was in his balls, the muscles of her cunt rippling around the flesh of his cock to milk him of his cum.
And then they were finished together, sagging together, Gary collapsing across her, both totally exhausted, fighting for breath. Mabel's chest heaved, her breasts forcing the boy up above her; then he fell back again as her hand traced a gentle circle on his back.
"Oh, Jesus!" The boy swallowed. "Oh, God!"
Mabel lifted her lips to kiss his face. "You're good, Gary. You're very, very good."
They lay together for several minutes, neither speaking, trying to gather the strength to move. Then the boy was rolling off her, laying on his back, one hand resting against her side while the other was flung up at the top of the bed. His cock was hanging limp across his thigh, but it was still swollen, reddened. Mabel reached down to touch him there, and the boy winced.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please . . . Mistress."
"That's better, Gary." She patted his thigh. "Christ, you stink! You better get into that shower."
His chest heaved half a dozen times more, and then he was rolling off the bed, finding his way into the shower. A pile of clean towels was already there, on a shelf over the toilet; now he turned on the water, and was stepping into the billowing clouds of sudden steam.
Mabel breathed deeply, gathering her own strength. Then she sat up, seeing the boy's clothes in a sodden heap in the middle of the living room. She went to them, picked them up; they were in no condition to wear. She went to several of the cartons filled with Wilbur's life, and pulled out clean underwear and pants for him, tossing them on the bed. When he came out, she pointed to them.
"Those were my husband's, Gary, but you better wear them now. Tell your mother you ripped the ass out of your own pants and shorts on a nail or something-say you caught your t-shirt on another nail. Tell her I gave you these to have something to get home on, and that I threw your things away."
"Yes, Mrs.-Mistress."
She smiled. "Okay, honey. You get dressed while I duck in for a quick wash off."
The beat of the hot water against her tits felt good; she arched her back, letting it scour the cum smell from her front, from her thighs. Then she was bringing her folded arms up beneath her tits, letting a lake fill between the globes, until suddenly she took it away and the water splashed down over her belly.
Gary was still waiting when she came out, waiting for her permission to leave. Jesus, Wilbur, I wish he was our kid! Then he would never leave! Mabel made him stand there, watching as she dressed herself, drawing on her stockings and taking out another of the garter belts-this one with tiny hearts each of which encircled an engorged cock and balls. The boy was obviously nervous; his tongue kept wetting his lips. She came over to him once the belt was fastened, lifting her breasts to him.
"Kiss me, Gary."
He bent obediently to do as she ordered his cock standing hard again, tenting up much more obviously in Wilbur's too-large pants. Mabel wanted to reach out, touch him, pull him from his clothes again-but enough was enough.
Jesus, Mabel! Give the kid a break-you'll have him for all the rest of the summer. If you play your cards right, maybe you can have him for the winter, too. Remember, there's still two kids to go-what the fuck are their names? Oh, yeah-Phil and Billy. Hold on to your peckers, you two horny honeys! Mama Mabel's coming for her cum juice! You're gonna earn your dollar an hour today!
She sighed, and lifted the boy's chin; then bent to kiss him on the lips, a gentle sisterly kiss-except that she did not know the passion that went into the kisses exchanged between this brother and sister.
"Go on Gary-get your ass back to work. You've still got to check the bulbs in the fun-houses."
She watched him leave, going to the window to watch him run down the street to the fun-house. She smiled. What kind of fun memories would he take away from that place?
Then she saw Jack, standing across the street. He was watching the boy, too-and now he looked up at the window. He knew she was there; Mabel could read the anger written on his face.
You bastard! What the fuck are you looking at? You want to see something, Jack Prick? Come watch me take the other two boys! Cock-sucker! You're not half the man any one of these kids are now!
She grabbed a skirt out of the closet and stepped into it, then went looking through the drawers for the sexiest see-through blouse she had here. Once on her, it did nothing at all to hide the magnificent shape of her tits; only the sheen of color of the fabric was a sop to modesty. The blouse was a blatant insult to decency.
Fuck decency! Fuck you, Jack! Fuck everybody who doesn't like the way I fuck!
Down on the Midway again, Mabel was conscious of the looks she was drawing from the men who worked for her. She strutted before them, taking the left turn of the fork now the roller coaster was over at this side of the park, its scaffolding vaunting high into the sky before taking a sudden sharp drop. Wilbur had been proud a couple of years ago when the Love Park Cupid's Arrow got mentioned in a national magazine as one of the ten best roller coasters in the country.
I wonder what it would be like to fuck while riding the Arrow? Shit!-even I'm not that crazy! If you could get a cock inside your twat, you'd ride up over the safety bar and fall out of the goddam car!
After the entrance to the coaster came the open-walled shed for the Bump-em cars, and then half a dozen other rides. Across from the Bump-ems was the Skydiver, the two rotating cars balanced evenly now on the ends of the long arm. The Ferris wheel was at the far end, just outside of the little park. Like everything built by Wilbur, it was a super-sized job, thirty-six enclosed cars space around the hundred and fifty foot diameter, each big enough for a dozen people. There was a smaller wheel next to it-the kiddy wheel, Wilbur had called it, even though it went up seventy-five feet. Actually that was the one preferred by lovers, those who wanted to be alone together. But the big wheel got the family business.
And now Mabel found one of her last two target boys there, handing wrenches to the mechanic. The man finished now, and got up, wiping his hands on a rag.
"The big wheel all set, Joe?"
"Sure is, Mabel. Want to test it out?"
"Why not? How about it-Phil, isn't it? Want to go up for a ride?"
The boy stared at her, suspiciously. Jesus, was Dave telling the truth? I don't want her to catch my ass-I don't care if she does like to fuck kids! I remember the pictures in our health book. I won't want to get sick that way!
"Uh, I think I'll pass," he said. "High places always make me nervous."
"Oh, come on!" You fucking little bastard! You think you're gonna wriggle out of Mabel's fingers now? You're wrong, honey bun. "Dead ass wrong! I'm gonna strip those clothes off you and hang you up where I can see your pretty little prick and balls, and then I'm gonna suck on your cock until it's big enough to fill my pussy!
She managed a laugh. "Come on, Phil. Keep me company. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I really don't . . . "
But she had his arm, was drawing him into the bottom cage. He dropped onto the seat as Joe closed the door after them, edging away when Mabel sat down close. Then it was too late to escape; the gears were whining, and the wheel was beginning to turn.
"There now," Mabel said, as they rose up into the air. "Isn't this better than being stuck down there on the ground? Look-you can see for miles up here, Phil. There's a plane just coming into the airport."
She was rising up, leaning over him now, her breasts hanging just below his face. The boy tried to shrink away from her, but those big masses of female flesh followed right after him, sinking down when he slipped down. They were pressing against his face now, catching him under the chin-and to his shame, he knew his cock was getting hard.
Please, God! Don't let her do this to me! I promise I won't jerk off again, ever! I won't have bad thoughts about the girls in school, and I won't ever let another boy entice me into playing with myself or letting him play with me. Please!
But his prayer was wasted. If God was watching, then He approved of what Mabel was doing. As she sat down again her hand rested on Phil's thigh, feeling the shape of his hard tube under her fingers.
"I love it up here, honey," she said. "The air seems so much cleaner up here. Don't you think so?"
He looked at her hand. "Uh, yeah, I guess so -please, Mrs. Love! Don't do that-"
His protest was cut off by a sudden jarring, and then the wheel was stopped, the cage swinging back and forth from the momentum. Mabel looked up; there was only one car ahead of them, just over the top of the circle.
"What is it?" the boy cried. "What's happened?"
"We seem to be stopped," said Mabel. She patted his leg. "Don't worry, Phil-Joe will get us down from here in a minute."
She slid over to the end of the seat, looked down through the lattice work. "Joe?" She cupped her hands, and called again. "Joe! What's the matter?"
The mechanic was moving out from the wheel, back to where he could look up and see her. "Cable broke, Mabel! I'll have to go to the shop and get another one. Be forty-five minutes to an hour before I can get it fixed. You and the boy all right?"
Jesus, I think I'm gonna pee my pants! Panic was on Phil's slender face; he brushed a soft brown curl from his eyes.
"We're all right!" called Mabel. "Don't worry about us, Joe."
Then she settled back, to look at Phil. "No problem, honey-we won't be up here that long. In the meantime, nobody can be hollering at us to get the lead out."
The boy had scooted all the way across the car. Now he looked at her, the fright showing on his face.
"Mrs. Love, Dave told me what you did to him!" The words came tumbling out in a rush. "Please-I don't want to do anything like that!"
Why that loudmouthed little bastard! I'll fix his fucking wagon for that!
"Honey, that's the matter? Come here-" She patted the seat beside her. "Come over here-I'm not going to bite you. Did Dave say I hurt him?"
"No." He shook his head, but he was coming now, staring at her demanding hand, unable not to obey her command. "Mr. Hargren scared him-but he said he liked what you did to him. But I don't want to do it!"
"Why not?" She caught him, pulled him into her arm, squeezing his face against the side of her tit. She rubbed his arm for him. "What's the matter? Dave and I didn't do anything wrong-everybody plays with sex nowadays."
"But women aren't supposed to fuck boys!" he blurted.
She laughed. Poor little bastard! Who's been stepping all over your balls? I bet you got a real bitch of a mama, one who won't let you say shit when your pants are full of it. Poor kid-you're gonna find out right now that there is not a goddamn thing wrong with pushing your cock into a juicy cunt!
Mabel was undressing him now, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. The boy was shivering despite the heat of the day; he wore no undershirt. She dropped his shirt onto the floor of the cab, then was working at his belt. She pulled him to her, lifting up on his ass until at last he was standing between her legs, looking down at the mountains of her tits as she undid his pants, dropping them to his ankles.
Please, God-I can't help myself! She's making me hot! My cock is standing hard by itself. I don't want to do this, I don't want to fuck her, but she won't leave me alone!
Mabel was rubbing his balls through his shorts now, lifting her fingers along the outline of his hard-on. She paused to shrug out of her own blouse, then raised her ass off the seat.
"Undo my skirt, Phil," she said, softly, taking his hand and placing it there. He did as she said, staring in fascination as he drew the skirt down from her hips, looking down at the hairy lips that was her cunt.
Jesus, is that what it looks like? It's ugly. How can anybody stand to touch something like that?
Now Mabel was stripping his shorts down, pulling them from his feet. He let her take off his sneakers, and then he was completely naked, his thin buttocks caught in her hands. The weight of her tits pushed him back, until he had to reach up and touch them, fingers burning at the contact, feeling the resilient softness filling his hands.
And now Mabel was pulling him into her crotch, bringing his hard cock against her cunt. It stood almost straight against his belly, so that she had to use one hand to press down the head, place it between the outer lips. Then she pulled the boy's ass in, forcing him to penetrate her to the depth of his cock.
Oh, God! It feels-beautiful! I've never had a feeling like this before! Jerking off is nothing-letting a guy suck your cock is nothing! Ugly or not, her cunt is beautiful!
His ass was twitching in her fingers. Recognizing the signs of anxiety in the boy, Mabel moved her hands up to his back, bringing him to where she could capture his mouth. At first she only buried her lips against his-but Phil's mouth was opening under the pressure and she could no longer resist. Her tongue probed against his lips, his teeth, was entering his mouth.
Fucking Jesus-what's she doing to me? Shit! I don't give a fuck what she's doing it's beautiful! She can do anything she wants, I'll go along for the ride. Why have I been so scared of pussy ? Dave tried to tell me fucking was fun-why didn't I listen? Screw those goddamn pictures in the health book! The assholes who wrote that are probably queer cock-suckers who never have been fucked in their whole goddamn life!
The walls of her cunt were doing heavenly things to his cock now, crawling up the shaft, working against him. Phil just stood there and then he could no longer resist the instinct of his balls. He began to move against her, Mabel leaning back and sliding down on the seat, his cock doing the job of working against the passage of her cunt now. He was lighting her fires again, no matter how many times today she had already cum. This was beautiful -this was heaven!
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mabel!"
"Fuck, yeah! Holy fucking shit! I'm cumming-I can't help myself! I gotta shoot! I'm gonna cum!"
"Sweet baby! Cum into mama-fuck mama! Yeah, boy! Yeah, baby-fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck-fucking sweet merciful heaven, I am cumming! I'm cumming, Phil! Keep fucking me boy-I'm cumminnnngggggg!"