Chapter 3
Cassie had always been extremely close to her daughter. They were, in fact, more like sisters. There was almost nothing the two did not tell each other.
"How are you going to do this?" Kelli asked, sitting in her bath robe on the edge of her mother's bed.
"I figured I'd talk to Paul. He's my son and I can get him to side with us." Cassie pulled a brush through her long, wavy, fluffy brown hair. Her hair swirled around her head and hung six inches below her shoulders in a mass of loose waves and curls. "You can talk to your grandfather. You know you've always been able to wrap him around your little finger."
Kelli's dark-brown eyes were shining mischievously. "Do you think I should . . . you know . . . flirt with him a little bit?"
Cassie looked at her daughter in the mirror, her slender eyebrows bunched together in a frown of concentration. "That might not be a bad idea. Just a little teenaged flirting might do the trick."
Kelli smiled, and Cassie wondered what the smile really meant.
"Then I suppose you'll be flirting with Paul," Kelli replied. "That would do the trick, too, wouldn't it?"
Cassie shook her head, sending her wavy, brown hair fluffing around her lovely face. "No, I don't think that'll be necessary. He's my son, after all. I don't think it would be very proper of me to flirt with him."
But, as Cassie spoke the words of denial, she was thinking about her teenaged son, and what it would be like to flirt with him. He was, in many ways, exactly like his father. Cassie thought back to her early days with Richard, meeting him in out-of-the-way places for a quickie, spreading her thighs to fuck him whenever she possibly could.
Those thoughts were buzzing around in Cassie's head, making her cunt get juicy, when she heard Kelli say: "Good, it's a deal then! I get to pick out what you'll wear."
Afraid that her daughter would see the slowly growing lust that burned in her soul, Cassie answered, "Sure! Why not?" * * * Cassie felt more adventurous than she ever had before. She felt adventurous . . . and silly.
It wasn't the skin-tight bluejeans that hugged her ass and showed off her legs that made Cassie feel silly. It was what she wore above the blue-jeans that made her shiver with apprehension.
The red, fishnet top was intended to be worn over a light blouse, not alone. But Kelli had said that Cassie was to wear it without anything beneath it. The fishnet did virtually nothing to hide her tits. It didn't even take a close inspection to see her areolas. One nipple was actually sticking out through a hole in the fishnet top.
"I can't go out in public looking like this!" exclaimed Cassie to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Damn that Kelli! She made me promise to wear it, too! I gave my word to her!"
Even as Cassie complained in the privacy of her own bedroom, she was thinking of the reaction she would draw from Paul when he saw her, and from strangers when they got a good look at her thinly-covered tits.
Cassie put her hands on her hips, looking at herself, wondering if her body should be so brazenly displayed. In her thirties, she was struggling to keep her weight down, but the extra pounds that she had, she carried well. Her voluptuous figure was enough to give Richard a hard-on at a glance.
Cassie never knew that Paul had often gotten bone-hard erections from looking at her when she had on a low-cut negligee. She didn't know that he was often so horny for her that he had to sneak into the bathroom and jerk off, just so that she wouldn't see him with his prick sticking out.
"Damn that Kelli! Damn her lusty hide!" Cassie murmured, leaving her bedroom. She was going to keep her word to Kelli by wearing the clothes, but she wasn't going to be seen in public if she could avoid it. Cassie knew that she had to keep a low profile, because Sheriff Carlisle had wanted to shove his cock down her throat before. He'd use any excuse he possibly could to get some blackmail on her.
"I'd better go find Paul," Cassie said aloud as she headed out of the house, hoping none of her neighbors saw her big, firm tits bouncing as she began her search. * * * Cassie had been wrong about herself, and she knew it. She didn't even try to deny the truth in her own mind. Cassie knew that she loved every lusty stare, every stunned expression she received as she walked toward the playground, her huge tits bouncing freely beneath the fishnet, visible to everyone.
"Mom!" Paul gasped, his eyes widening as he gawked lustily at his mother's incredible tits. "What . . . what ..."
"What am I doing here? Is that what you're trying to ask me?"
Paul was with nine of his classmates, playing a game of basketball. Cassie watched as the boys slowly surrounded her, all of the teenager's getting erections inside their gym trunks.
Cassie knew she was feeling so horny because she was turning on teenagers. She was just a little afraid of getting old and losing her feminine charms. To know that she could excite young studs like her son's friends-including Paul, for that matter-confirmed her tenuous belief that she was still an extremely sexy woman.
"I came here to see how you were doing, and to talk to you about something." Cassie glanced around. The other boys were moving in closer now, completely surrounding Cassie and Paul, almost within arm's reach. "It's very important that you see things my way on what I've got to ask you."
Cassie said she wanted Paul's vote in allowing the women to go on the fishing trip. She wasn't pleased when she saw the expression on her son's face.
"But Dad says you and Kelli won't be any fun fishing with us. He says you'll spoil all the fun we have!"
Cassie licked her lips invitingly, knowing what she was going to do. Instead of speaking to Paul, she directed her comment to his friends.
"Listen, if you all stand shoulder to shoulder, real close together all around us, I'll give you a show that you won't soon forget. Okay?"
Nine okays came immediately from the boys. Cassie smiled wickedly, her eyes twinkling devilishly.
They were standing at mid-court of the basketball area, and though there were other boys playing handball some distance away, and another basketball game was going on at the adjoining court, it was virtually impossible to see through the surrounding mass of young studs.
"Paul, I'm going to convince you that your father is wrong," Cassie said, putting her hands on his shoulders, looking up into his face. "I'm going to show you that it can get very fun to have women with you!"
She brought her mouth to his and kissed Paul lightly. Cassie flicked her tongue out, grazing it over her son's lips as she pushed her crotch forward, grinding her cunt against his naked thigh. Through her tight-fitting, new bluejeans, Cassie felt hot tingles seeping through her veins from her clit.
"Ohhhhhh! Paul, I'm going to do things to you that no girl could ever do!" Cassie purred, her face close to her son's as she spoke the hushed, passionate words. "I'm going to show you things a teenager could never do to you, for you!"
Cassie kissed her son again, and took her hands off his shoulders. Her hands slipped down Paul's arms until they were at his wrists. She raised his hands until they covered her tits. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as his fingers pressed her firm, excitable flesh.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Cassie moaned lustily, exploring her son's mouth, tasting his tongue with her own as his hands massaged her big, creamy tits through the fishnet top.
Paul pinched his mother's nipples firmly, his mind spinning as he sucked on her invading tongue. By nature, he was not an overly public sort of teenager, not really one to draw much attention to himself intentionally. And now he found himself with all his friends watching him lustily suck on his mother's tongue as he fondled her incredible tits.
Cassie grabbed her son's crotch. Through his gym trunks and jock, she could feel his young, throbbing prick fighting against its constraints.
Cassie's eyes widened with surprise as she kissed Paul. His cock, she guessed, was even larger than his father's. Much larger. Though it was curled around inside the jock strap, struggling to be freed, she could feel the thickness of his cock-shaft and something of the length of it.
Opening her mouth to take Paul's tongue between her lips, Cassie purred softly, lustily. She could hear the hushed whispers of the teenaged boys who surrounded her, all of them watching enviously as she turned it on for her son.
Breaking the kiss, Cassie continued to fondle Paul's blossoming prick. She looked into his eyes and saw the confusion and lust that was there.
"I'm going to give you the best blow-job of your life!" she whispered. Cassie glanced around quickly. She found herself turned on by having an audience, and that surprised her since she never before realized the exhibitionist streak in her soul. "That's what I'm going to do, Paul. I'm going to suck your big, beautiful cock until you cum down my throat! And you'll never forget this afternoon. Never in your entire life!"
She kissed his cheek, then neck, her right hand sliding under the elastic band of his gym trunks. Before Cassie got to her knees on the basketball court, she had Paul's trunks and jock strap pushed just beneath his cock and balls, leaving the back of his shorts up to cover his ass-cheeks.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as her young son's mighty prick leaped out from his crotch, freed at last. "Paul, you're hung like a horse!"