Chapter 2
STUD SON
"Timmy?"
"I'm in the shower, Mom! I'll be right out!"
Lisa slowly moved into the very special disarray of the boy's room, t had all the earmarks of three years of high school. At the edge of his bed she scooped up his track shorts. Beneath them, her eyes instantly went to the jock strap. She picked up the flimsy stretch garment, instantly fingering the empty pouch.
"That would be a real thrill..." she inwardly murmured, her mind drawing a mental image of the pouch jam-packed with her son's young cock and balls. She wet her lips, realizing this wasn't the first time she'd had such a thought about her own son. She brought the empty pouch to her lips, brazenly kissing the material, telling herself that this was the first time she had been honest enough to admit this very certain feeling she had for her handsome and rapidly developing teenaged son.
"There's a word for it," she whispered to herself in a frightened tone. She let the jock strap fall on the boy's bed, the image of the boy's cock and balls still parading before her.
"But he's such a handsome boy..." she shuddered, slowly seating herself on the edge of the bed. "And so much mine ... mine ... he's so close to me." Lisa worked her hands down her thighs, slowly bringing them back up along the inner reaches leading to the V of her legs. Her eyes fixed on the bathroom door, her ears tuned in to the running shower water, she worked her hands underneath her skirt. She hesitated, then with a "why not?" shrug, sneaked fingers in underneath her panties and into the moistness of her pussy. Working inwardly, she pistoned fingers in and out of the only part of her body that Tony Mondor had denied that afternoon.
That afternoon ... Lisa stopped the motion of her fingers within the warmth of her vagina. Eyes fixed on the bathroom door, the sound of the running shower water now thunderous to her ears, she toyed with the very special thrill of having her son actually watching the sexual spree that had been spent upon her that afternoon. Of course, somewhere along the way, her son could join in the action, allowing her to work all the harder to satisfy handsome man and beautifully handsome boy.
Lisa jabbed her fingers deeper into her flaming red-haired slit. The one part of her body that had been denied by Tony Mondor. Lisa recalled his exact words: "I'll fuck your pussy some other time. When you're all paid up for being a bad girl and trying to shoplift a necklace. When we're even-then if you still want a straight fucking some time, just give me a call, baby. I'll be only too happy to oblige you!"
Lisa let out a low guttural sound as she recalled exactly what Tony Mondor had been doing to her as he had proclaimed those words. Purposely, she removed her fingers from her snatch and ran them down to the crack of her ass. A very sore ass from that enormous cock that had so expertly thundered it. Tony had called her a liar. His precise words were: "A cocksucking, up-the-ass fuckin' liar!" He had draped her over his desk, ordering her to widen her legs and throw her rear end upward, buttocks spread wide apart. Roughly, he had worked first one finger, and then two up the crack of her ass. "Nice'n tight ... " he had murmured. "I like to fuck a tight ass-hole." He had instructed her to remain loose as he had positioned the enormous head of his throbbing meat at the start of her anus. She had thought she would pass out as the large head actually entered her crack. He had eased up, soothing her with words of encouragement. Then it commenced; the gradual working of that cock that seemed to be a foot long up her ass-hole.
"It's in!" he had proclaimed. "Every fuckin' last bit of it-right up your society ass-hole, baby! And now we go for broke! You're gonna get the wildest ass-fuckin' ever, baby! The wildest ever!"
Tony Mondor had lived up to every bit of his boast, flooding the crack of her ass with his thick love juice. Lisa had been amazed at how fast he could pump another load of semen into her anus, after he had flooded her mouth with that seemed to be gallons of the thick fluid.
Lisa's eyes remained fixed on the bathroom door, realizing the current of shower water had been turned off. Now her handsome son would be drying that tall, lithe body of his with that dangling piece of meat and low-slung balls. She hungrily ran her tongue about her lips, over and over again.
Her tongue ... Lisa swayed her head negatively, still not believing that her tongue had actually been up the crack of Tony Mondor's ass. She now shuddered, pulling her hands away from her snatch and ass-hole. She tugged down on her skirt, squirming about as she did. She still could not convince herself that it had actually happened-that the very tip of her tongue had actually jabbed so deep within that muscular man's ass-hole, seemingly in search of shit. He had forced her to do it, she told herself. She recalled those crude words: "Eat it out, baby! Eat my ass-hole, society-broad.
C'mon, get that tongue all the way up there! It's the greatest taste ever!"
Until that moment when she was engulfed in it, analingus was an extremely far-off scientific term. Certainly this supposedly perverse oral practice had nothing to do with her and her straight-and-narrow small town upbringing.
"Eat ass-hole, baby!" Tony Mondor had continually cried out, keeping her face shoved up between his buttocks. "Eat it right out, shit and all! 'Cause baby, you've got a real educated tongue!"
"No ... no..." she now shuddered, realizing her son would soon emerge from the bathroom, hopefully with only a bath towel draped about his muscular midsection. "No...." she repeated, angry that Tony Mondor had not believed her, that she had never used her mouth, lips and tongue in so many sexually perverse ways before that afternoon. "Never...." she inwardly shuddered. "Never-never."
Lisa stopped short, tugging downward on her skirt, edging forward until she was perched on the very edge of the bed. A moment of truth hit her smack in the face. In reality, she had never used her mouth in so many wild sexual ventures before today. But in her fantasies she had experienced every conceivable oral pleasure from the time she was a teenaged girl. Lisa was forced to admit that even while experiencing normal vaginal intercourse with her husband, she had fantasied oral pleasures with various handsome men she had noticed at one time or
"And boys..." she whispered to herself. "Young boys ... " she truthfully added, recalling a number of Timmy's young friends who had caught her eye over the past few years. Especially in the summer with their skintight cutoff trousers and shorts ... those beautiful bulges of young meat.
"Why..." Lisa suddenly asked herself. Why had she never done anything about it? Why had she remained faithful to her husband's routine sex life and an occasional spree of masturbation? Sitting there on the edge of her son's bed, she realized that over the past few years, these sexual urges had been growing stronger and stronger within her. The past few years ... approximately the same time she had started her shoplifting sprees ... strictly for the thrill of it. Lisa bit her lower lip, for the first time, realizing how grateful she was that she had been caught in the act. Tony Mondor had imposed the sentence upon her; she had served it well.
"Hey, Mom-" Timmy called out, suddenly stopping short to adjust the bath towel draped over his lithe midsection. "I didn't know you were waiting for me all this time. What's the matter?"
"Nothing's the matter," she smiled, working her eyes up and down his slim body. Her son was great at basketball and track, but lacked the weight for football. She especially enjoyed the taut stomach muscles, that line where his suntan stopped slightly below his navel.
"Is something wrong, Mom?"
"No ... no..." she gulped, eyes fixed on the long outline of cock underneath the towel. "No, son...."
"The way you're looking at me...."
"You're growing up, Timmy. You're developing into a fine young man."
"Maybe I should get some clothes on-"
"Sit over here, Timmy, beside me. I want to talk to you."
"What's the matter, Mom?"
"Why should anything be the matter, Timmy? I'd just like to know how things are going with you. What's the hip expression-let's rap a while."
"Yeah, sure," Timmy smiled, uneasily sitting on the edge of his bed, a slight distance away from her. "Why don't you go to the basketball game tonight, Mom?" he asked, tugging downward on the moist bath towel that highlighted his newly developed manhood.
"Dad's got a business meeting and can't make it," he added, as though this was par for the course, totally to be expected of his father. "Will you come to the game, Mom?"
"I might just do that, Timmy," she smiled. "It might do me a world of good to watch my star in action," she added, eyes going directly to the outlined bulge of cock and balls.
"Hey, Uncle Damn's going to the game, Mom! Maybe you could go with him? I could call-" Timmy added, starting to rise.
"I'll call him myself," Lisa cut in, taking her son's wrist and urging him to remain seated. "I'll call Darrin," she added, suddenly uneasy as she couldn't remove her eyes from that fantastic bulge of young meat. "It's starting to get hard ... she told herself, watching it seemingly breathe and grow underneath that very lucky bath towel.
"Mom, you sure everything's okay ... you're acting kinda different
"Timmy..." she ran a hand through the thickness of the dark hair that flopped over his eyes. "You're getting to look more and more like your Uncle Darrin," she smiled, still working a hand through his shower-wet hair.
"Even with my hair too long-like a girl's," he shrugged, absently spreading his thighs apart, the bath towel rising slightly up to the start of his low-slung balls.
"That's what your father said, Timmy. And I can't openly go against him. But between us, I think you look just great with your hair at that length."
"And I don't look like a girl?" he questioned, obviously angered by what his father had said.
"Your father just doesn't seem to understand these things-"
"That is the understatement of the year!" Timmy whistled, moving in closer to his mother.
"Timmy, it's the way he was brought up. He can't seem to understand that the length of a boy's hair has absolutely nothing to do with his masculinity," she shrugged, suddenly ever so aware of his special brand of masculinity bulging up at her underneath the towel. "You're getting to be a real man, Timmy, a real, fine young man...."
"Then I guess I shouldn't be running around half-naked," he blushed, tugging downward on the towel as he brought his thighs back together.
"Remember me," she playfully poked him in the navel. "I'm the gal who used to change your diapers. And I remember only too well that until the day you started kindergarten you always swore up and down that when you grew up you were going to marry your Mommy!"
"So I did," he chuckled, "so I did."
"But now you've got too many other girlfriends," she playacted her jealousy. "And you don't even have an occasional little kiss for your very first sweetheart."
"I guess I can arrange that," he replied, playacting generosity. "One kiss coming up," he added, leaning over and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Oh, you're still my favorite boy," she shot back, warmly placing both of her hands on his face. "Sometimes it's so painful for me to watch you grow up, knowing that someday I'll lose you."
"No you won't, Mom, not really...."
"Oh, I can see all those pretty young girls moving in for the kill. It won't be long-"
"I'll let you in on a secret, Mom," he sighed, backing away from the touch of her hands. "I'm not one-tenth the lady-killer you seem to think I am. In fact..." Timmy faltered, looking slightly away from her.
"What's the matter, Timmy?" she asked, taking his hand in hers, pressing it firmly. "You can talk to me. I think I'm capable of understanding most everything." She waited, pressing his hand more firmly in hers. Suddenly she realized that the back of her hands was resting precariously close to that fantastic bulge of young meat curtained off by the bath towel. "I want so much to help you," she finally managed to utter. "However I can," she flustered, the back of her hand now brushing the living, breathing, throbbing bulge at the V of his thighs. "Try me, Timmy...."
"It's not that easy, Mom," the boy flustered, "I guess it's what a kid usually talks about with his father...." He hesitated, biting his lower lip. "But with Dad, any talk about sex is dirty-I mean, I get that impression."
"Timmy, what you're trying to say," Lisa started, bringing a hand warmly back to his face. "Is it that certain things about girls frighten you?"
"Yeah, it's something like that," he replied, responding to the warmth of her hand on his face. "You know, after I get too involved with a girl, when things seem to be getting out of control...."
"Yes, Timmy?"
"I get scared!"
"That's understandable at your age," she softly countered, bringing the back of her hand down more firmly on the rising bulge of towel-covered equipment.
"This isn't something you talk about with your own Mom," Timmy flustered, trying to back off, but seemingly unable to do so. "What I mean is-"
"Timmy, I know there's no real communication between you and your father.
So maybe this isn't so far out. We've always been close, haven't we?" she asked, her hand growing bolder in the vicinity of his crotch. "We've had to be close, Timmy ... because you're father has always been so distant and-and cold. Timmy ... even to me." she announced, her hand boldly taking stock of the situation. "We've always been extra close...."
"Yeah, sure, Mom," Timmy was now sweating, his young cock hardening instantly. "I could always talk to you, when I couldn't talk with Dad."
"Timmy, people feel things ... regardless of so-called conventional ... " Her hand brazened it out, moving underneath the towel, fingers instantly sensing the pulsating growth of his eager young cock. "Timmy?" she questioned, moving her lips close to his face. "You haven't gone all the way with a girl yet? Have you?"
"No, Mom, honest I haven't. Oh, I've wanted to! But I always seem to chicken out! What I mean is-I get scared-" Timmy was now stubbing his toe into the rug. "Wow, Mom! I know I shoudln't-but I'm getting real excited!"
"You and I, Timmy..." she shuddered, working her hand more firmly around the long length of hard cock. "You and I," she repeated, suddenly realizing that her teenaged son's cock was almost as long as Tony Mondor's, even though it couldn't possibly be as thick as his. "We're forever left alone ... just the two of us in this big house ... while your father always seems so content to be away from us, deep in his business...." She moved her lips extremely close to his chin, her hand tightening on the eager young cock. "Maybe this is a very special case, maybe it's only right that you learn what it's like to really have a girl from me. Timmy?" she questioned, flicking a few quick kisses about his chin and down to the soft of his neck. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"
Yeah, I think so, Mom," he whispered hoarsely, stretching his thighs apart, letting the towel ride recklessly upward. "I've been feeling strange vibrations lately, whenever you look at me. like the other day, when you noticed me stepping out of the shower. I mean, later on that night I got so excited that I started ... " Timmy let it trail off, his eyes going down to the curvy richness of her thighs. So beautifully developed, he thought, so much more class than the high school girls he had necked and petted with so far in his basically inexperienced life.
"I've had feelings too, Timmy," she confessed, tugging fingers at the knot in the towel. "I just haven't been able to keep them in check-" She gasped audibly, watching the knot loosen, the towel parting to reveal his youthful midsection, that slim, hard cock bobbing instantly up to attention. "Oh, Timmy, it's so beautiful!" she cried out, instantly recapturing the phallus in her hand. "Oh, so delightful..." she moaned, cupping his low-slung balls with her other hand.
"Wow, Mom I feel real ashamed-but still I know I'm real crazy about being with you like this," he flustered. His mind churned wildly, realizing that on a number of occasions while "making out" with various dates, slipping his hands underneath girls' panties, he had often thought of his mother; especially those treasured glimpses he had stolen of her in a sheer negligee. "You're real beautiful," he shuddered, a hand going down nervously to her thigh. "A real young-looking!"
"You've really never had a girl?" she asked again, hands feverishly caressing his slim cock and low-slung balls. "I mean, all the way? Real sex?"
"No, Mom, honest. I mean, I've come real close-until I thought I'd explode!"
"My little darling," she beamed, flicking kisses at the soft of his neck. "Our lives are so different ... we have a right ... we do have a right, and I just can't fight it any longer, Timmy darling. I want to be your very first," she announced. "If you want me-"
"Wow! Yeah! I mean...."
Lisa demonstrated what she meant, moving her lips fully over his, pressing downward, her mouth instantly opening, her tongue darting furiously about to entwine his. Her mouth pressing his, one hand remained faithfully on his long ramrod of hot young meat, while the other hand departed from his balls to explore the mystery of his firm young ass-hole. She played a finger gently up and down the crack of his ass, feeling the new hairs there.
She thought of how her tongue had worked up and down the crack of Tony Mondor's ass-hole. She recalled even more vividly how her mouth had hungrily slobbered up and down the length of Tony's cock. Down on her knees, seemingly in worship of male cock and ass-hole. Timmy's long, slim cock and young ass-hole ... her mouth, lips and tongue wanted desperately to savor the young maleness.
No ... she told herself, not with Timmy. She could not send the boy into shock. Slow and easy, she told herself, her lips still pressed to his, her tongue still twining his. She was then aware of the moistness at the start of her pussy. Her pussy-the only part of her sexual anatomy not worked over by Tony Mondor's sadistic pleasure streak that afternoon. Her pussy ... she would gladly offer it to her son for his first pleasure.
"Timmy," she whispered, finally prying her lips away from his. "Don't be afraid . . I want ever so much to be your first real experience," she announced, slowly swaying to her feet, her hand going directly to the long zipper at the side of her skirt. "Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I do," he moaned, watching the skirt fall to the floor. "Oh, yeah, wow!" he exclaimed, watching his mother proudly stepping out of the skirt, standing there in her sheer panties. "Oh, wow!" he repeated, wondering what her bare breasts would look like. "Please take everything off, Mom? Please?"
"Timmy," she called out, stretching her hands out to him. "You're a big boy now. Stand up and do it yourself."
"What?"
"I'd be ever so proud to have you finish undressing me," she shuddered, suddenly feeling the need to discover new, bigger and better thrills. "Please undress me, Timmy," she urged him, feeling much the same sensation whenever she had shoplifted a certain item under extremely dangerous conditions. "Please finish undressing me," she whispered hoarsely, wondering what the odds might be of her husband coming home and walking in on them. Or even the maid downstairs. Danger ... it added to the thrill of it all.
"Wow, this is outa sight!" Timmy shrilled, rising on wobbly feet, his hands instantly unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh, wow," he groaned, watching her bra-imprisoned breasts coming into sight.
"Just let it fall to the floor," she whispered, arching her shoulders as the blouse was peeled off her curvy frame. "Now undo the clasp of my bra-don't be frightened," she whispered, feeling the hardness of his eager young cock brushing up against the sheerness of her panties. "Hurry, hurry, Timmy-darling!"
"Oh, wow!" he repeated, the clasp undone, her lush mounds heaving into sight before his eyes. "They're beautiful." he announced, watching her wiggle out of the bra, having the brownish-hued tips stand at attention for her son's inspection.
"Are they really beautiful?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," he replied, slowly bringing his trembling hands to explore the lushness. They feel so smooth and velvety...."
"Bring your lips down on them, Timmy. Right on the tips ... first one, and then the other ... like a Mommy's good little boy...."
Timmy obeyed, moaning and groaning his pleasure. "Wow, Mom, at this rate, I won't be able to hold out much longer-if you know what I mean!"
"Yes, my little darling," she smiled, a hand gently caressing his full length of hard cock. "I know only too well what you mean. So why don't you slip my panties off. Please?"
"It's so beautiful," he whispered, obeying her, bringing the panties down to her feet. "Oh, so beautiful ... real outa sight!" he proclaimed, watching her regally step out of the final sheer garment.
"Come here with me," she whispered, leading him over to the bed. "Now try to stay calm," she instructed him as she arched her back on the bed, spreading her legs widly apart. "Now let me guide that eager young cock of yours right up to the start of my slit."
"That beautiful red hair all around it!" Timmy exclaimed, feeling her guide the head of his cock up into the moist start of her slit. "Oh, that feels great! like I always imagined it would!"
"Easy does it, Timmy-darling. That's it, get right over me ... oh, wonderful, my darling little boy ... that's it ... now work your long hard cock all the way in ... don't worry ... you won't hurt me-oh, yes, my darling little boy! That's it! That's it! Oh, don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Lisa gyrated her hips up to meet her young son's cock, knowing that there was no turning back for her in her never-ending quest for kicks-kicks-kicks ... new thrills, a new thrill a day-or maybe more.
"Oh, Mom!" Tim roared, working his cock furiously up and down, his young hands eagerly grabbing and clawing to get at the delightful mounds of her ass. "Oh, like-wow, Mom!"
Lisa gyrated her approval. She gyrated wildly to proclaim to one and all that she had finally managed to break through her humdrum conventional life style. She suddenly had an urge to openly proclaim this newly discovered freedom:
"Fuck me, Son! Fuck me!"
CHAPTER THREE A PENETRATING GIFT
Tony Mondor hated Thursday nights. Every Thursday night of the year held that one special horror for him: dinner at his father's-in-law. That pompous bastard seated at the almighty head of the table, that same old tired "rags-to-riches" story of how he had struggled to open up his first department store.
Tony sipped his coffee, wondering how he had actually endured another dinner like this one without exploding at that fat, little man at the head of the table-Clarence Traymore. As usual, Tony's wife Betty had kicked him underneath the table at least a half dozen times to remind him to either laugh, smile or say thank you on cue. Tony set his cup back on the saucer, nodding negatively to the new maid serving dessert. Old Man Traymore was talking incessantly, but Tony had long ago discovered a way of appearing interested while really not listening at all. Once again, Tony reminded himself to bide his time. His plans were going well, and it wouldn't be long before he would be moving up damned close to the top in the Traymore chain of department stores. It wouldn't be long, Tony told himself, glancing sideways to again remind himself that Betty was putting on too damned much weight. It wouldn't be long, Tony echoed within himself, that the pompous old bastard at the head of the table would be squeezed out of control, and the "new group" of stockholders would take over. Then Tony wouldn't be stuck managing a branch store. The "new group" would shove him right upstairs in the main office. Bide your time, he reminded himself, realizing the new group had to acquire at least another eight per cent of the stock before they could call a board meeting and push the Old Man out.
Tony felt his wife nudging him under the table. He looked up, watched the group laughing heartily at one of Old Man Traymore's little jokes. With a "why not?" shrug, Tony forced a little laugh. After all, he wouldn't have to laugh at the Old Man's jokes much longer.
But this restlessness-he had to curb it. His restlessness could defeat all his well-laid plans to make it all the way up to the top. While Tony continually had to listen to the Old Man's "rags-to-riches" story, he buried deep within himself his resentment of the tough way up from stock clerk to store manager. Tony's resentment was due in large part to the fact that he had to marry one of the boss's daughters to accomplish this feat-a feat he could just as easily have managed on his own ability. But the world would soon know that-just as soon as Tony and "the new group" took over control of the Traymore department store chain. And that would only be a stepping stone. Then Tony would show the whole damned world what merchandising was really all about.
Another little joke, Tony told himself, hearing the forced laughter about the table. Tony managed a slight smile and pretended laughter before his wife could once again nudge him under the table.
Tony glanced to his left, then quickly scanned the dinner table. Everyone being ever so polite to one another. He wondered if they really knew what he thought about them all. He started with his wife on his left.
Betty, Betty, Betty-you're putting much too much weight on. And all in the wrong places. Also, dear Betty, he went on to himself, you're getting to be a real lousy lay. Much too routine, Betty.
Tony took the time to examine his wife. He had always enjoyed the sight of her strawberry blonde hair falling ever so naturally down her shoulders. But lately she always wore it up in a tight bun. He noticed lines in her basically beautiful face. Lines that should not be on the face of a woman still in her twenties. And that once fantastic figure-fat was developing in all the wrong places. Sex with
Betty was getting to be a tired, old routine-pretty much like dinner at the Traymores every Thursday evening. Tony had always had a need to be vocal during sex. Whatever he enjoyed-he had to express accordingly. And not exactly in scientific terms. That afternoon in his office, he had not informed Lisa Pilsner that she was a "competent fellatrix." Over and over again, he had truthfully exclaimed, "You're a fantastic cocksucker!" Tony's mind went back to that first year of marriage. He clearly recalled Betty's displeasure when during sex Tony had groaned: "Oh, Betty darling, I could fuck you all night and all day!" Vulgar, his wife had termed it. Honest, Tony had decided. But from then on, he had always kept his sexual thoughts to himself. Except on those rare occasions when he had paid a prostitute to give vent to all his frustrations. Tony appreciated the basic honesty of prostitutes. Everything was always so well laid out in advance. Before he ever took a hooker to a motel room he would spell it right out: I don't mind giving you a few extra dollars, but I've got to get my cock sucked, and I dig dirty talk. Yes or no, baby-don't waste my time!
Tony moved his gaze on from his wife to his sister-in-law Marge and her husband Tom. To Tony, Marge, a few years older than Betty, was always a royal pain in the ass. And those two precocious youngsters of hers always bugged him. He didn't seem to mind Tom. In fact, he could actually enjoy an occasional conversation with his brother-in-law who also managed one of the Traymore stores. But Tony was certain of one thing. He wouldn't trust Tom with any of his plans to push the Old Man out of control. Tom was much too henpecked to suit Tony. A man like that couldn't be trusted to help push the old man into retirement.
Tony continued his visual trip around the table, biting his lip as he took in the bulky mess that was Clarence Traymore. Next to him, silent as usual, was his ever-faithful wife, Lenore. Still in her fifties, Lenore had no doubt retired from the sexual arena. Tony could almost determine this fact of life by examining that certain look on his mother-in-law's face. This woman was much too engrossed in her afternoon teas and charities-sublimation after sublimation.
Tony worked his glance back at Old Man Traymore, forcing back a smile. Tony knew only too well that the old man had not retired from the sexual arena. Tony knew most specifically of a number of young chicks the Old Man hired for his fun and games. If the Old Man's wife only knew-Tony shrugged to himself. If Lenore only knew the really wild and perverse sex routines the Old Man went for with those young, teenaged hookers. Tony and the "new group" had it all documented-you never know when such material might come in handy.
Before moving his gaze around the table, Tony hesitated, wondering what one certain sex kick the Old Man dug might really be like. Tony tried to imagine what it might be like to have a young girl squatting over your face and actually urinating on your face. Tony caught hold of himself, realizing that he was guilty of the scientific mumbo-jumbo. Tell it like it is, he told himself-to have a girl piss in your mouth.
Tony's next inspection was of Clarence Traymore, Jr. Junior ... even in his old age, he would still be called Junior. Tony was amazed that nobody at that table realized what he knew to be a fact about the seemingly bright twenty-one year old college Junior. Dear Junior did not dig the opposite sex. Dear Junior had a very special male lover at college, and was firmly entrenched in the "Gay life."
Tony shrugged it off-different strokes for different folks, he reminded himself. The fact was that he liked Junior as a person. Junior had all the decent qualities that his old man lacked. Junior had always been much closer to his mother than to his father. Some of Lenore's finer qualities just had to rub off on the boy-even at the expense of turning him Gay.
Tony moved his gaze from Junior to Tricia, smiling at the twelve year old girl. Dear "Baby-Tricia"-Old Man Traymore's pride and joy, his wife's change-of-life baby. Two days to go, and "Baby-Tricia" would officially be a teenager. Tony studied the young girl, totally amazed at the physical transformation he had been witnessing during the past few months. Maybe she would officially be a teenager in a matter of two days, but for the past few months, she possessed all the attributes of young womanhood. Tricia had that long natural strawberry blonde hair. She had a warm, sensitive face-and that certain smile-to Tony it already seemed to convey a sexual invitation. Tony fixed his sight line directly on those small but perfectly formed breasts. He was certain those ripening young mounds were pressing hard against her training bra.
Tony's thoughts went back a few months-that summer, watching the budding girl in her skintight little bikini-that very special indentation of young pussy-Tony's thoughts returned to the present. He realized that before dinner, seated in the living room, he had concentrated fully on the girl's exposed thighs. It seemed as though Tricia had purposely hiked her mini-skirt up, knowing that he was seated directly across from her. Tony recalled that perfect young V of her panty-covered snatch. He wet his lips, wondering how tasty that young cunt might be. She's just about ready, Tony told himself, playing out a fantasy of lifting her young, lithe legs skyward, tugging her little panties off and getting his mouth right down on that delightful young snatch. Maybe she wasn't quite ready to take his thick nine inches of cock, but he could damned sure work the tip of his tongue delightfully about that sensitive little clitoris.
Tony felt his cock hardening, certain that "Baby-Tricia" was now pressing her knee against his. He watched her slouched down, just enough to be able to touch his knee with hers.
Oh, that cock-teasing little smile. Tony was certain that he recognized it. Tony returned to his delightful fantasy of eating that young pussy, imagining his hands grabbing at her young ass. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, wondering what it might be like to taste the crack of her ass, to get his tongue all the way up her young shit-trail.
"Tricia-baby!" Old Man Traymore called out. "Sit up like the pretty young lady you're supposed to be," he coughed. "Don't slouch down like that."
"Yes, Daddy," the girl beamed, sitting up in her chair, her eyes seemingly telling Tony it was fun while it lasted.
Tony could not control the hardening of his cock, realizing that lately, practically every
Thursday night, he had been obsessed with the sight of Tricia's constantly hiked-up skirt and the slyly exposed V of her little panties. When she was younger, it seemed such a natural thing, but now it was as though she was purposely displaying her young wares for him.
Catch hold of yourself, Tony warned himself, smug with the thought that the Old Man couldn't read his mind and especially not the fantasy of eating his precious little Baby-Tricia's pussy.
Tony watched the Old Man talking, bragging incessantly about the big game hunting trip he had just made. The words were running on as Tony's thoughts went back to that very eventful afternoon.
Lisa Pilsner. His mind recreated that fantastic scene in his office-what a guy always dreams about, but never seems to actually happen. Well, it had happened that afternoon. A fantastic afternoon of thrills. Oh, Lisa, Lisa, you fantastic cocksucker. He'd be seeing more of her, he felt certain of that. They both had a common need-thrills, bigger and better thrills. They had not actually discussed it; it wasn't necessary. Two people have that certain way of knowing when they're on a similar life style path.
And what a beautiful bonus, Tony smugly reminded himself. Lisa's signature on a confession of shoplifting. Tony recalled how smoothly he had tricked her into thinking she was signing a charge order, to put the necklace on her account. "'That would settle everything," lie had informed her. If she had merely forgotten to have it charged to her account-all a misunderstanding.
Tony experienced one slight pang of conscience. He did not want to hurt Lisa, but what a fantastically great potential insurance policy. Tony knew only too well the power of Lisa's husband-Old Man Traymore's special corporation attorney. That little piece of paper was in a safe place; Tony hoped that he would never have to use it.
"Daddy?" Tricia called out, pulling Tony out of his thoughts, bringing his sight line back on a par with those budding young breasts across from him. 'Can I be excused from the table?"
"Only if my baby-Tricia gives her Daddy a bin hug and a kiss!" the old man shrilled, putting his hands out to his favorite young daughter. 'Pretty soon you'll be so grownup and won't have time for your old Daddy," Clarence Traymore played out his being hurt.
'Oh. Daddy, don't be silly!" the girl shrilled, throwing her arms wildly about the rotund man and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"'What will you always be?" he asked.
"Hurry, hurry, tell your old Daddy!" he played a little game, quickly kissing her chin a number of times.
"Daddy's little girl!" Tricia proclaimed, as she had done so many times before this. "Forever'n ever!" she added, planting another kiss on his forehead.
"Oh, that's my precious little baby-Tricia!" he exclaimed, hugging her warmly, the side of his arm obviously brushing up against her tightly sweatered young breasts. "The day after tomorrow we're gonna throw the wildest birthday party ever for my little baby-aren't we, honey?"
"Yes, Daddy, we sure are!"
"Over forty children have been invited," Lenore Traymore shrugged, "they'll wreck the house for sure."
"My little baby will be a teenager!" Clarence Traymore proclaimed, the back of his arm still gliding back and forth on those jutting hills. 'Now go, do whatever you've got to do, precious baby," he beamed, playfully smacking her behind. 'On the telephone with your girlfriends, I suppose-and probably already talking about boys!"
"Oh Daddy!" Tricia moaned, wiggling out of his reach. "It's just girl talk-"
Tony watched Tricia literally bounce out of the room. That little ass of hers, he had never realized how beautifully it was developing. He ran the tip of his tongue over his parched bps, thinking how nice it would be to give "baby-Tricia" an extra-special thirteenth birthday present-a trip around the world. He'd start with her toes, work up those slim, curvy legs, right up to that young snatch with the hair just starting to bush. He'd tongue that little clit like crazy, every so often working his tongue out to taste the crack of her ass.
"Tony-" his wife was nudging him. She had that certain way of pulling at his arm to get his attention. "Didn't you hear Daddy? He just called your name, but you seem so far off."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Tony beamed, smug with his secret thoughts of and for baby-Tricia. 'What were you saying?"
"Well, glad to see you're with us, Tony! I just wanted to know how things have been at your store. I haven't talked to you all week long."
"Oh, going along fine," Tony shrugged. "All the Christmas orders have been filled, and we-"
"Now let's not have any shop talk," Lenore Traymore cut in. "You men have all day long for that."
"Let's go in the study," Clarence informed his captive audience. "I'm just dying to show you the movies I took up North.
"That was really a ferocious-looking bear you bagged!" Tony's brother-in-law Tom beamed, obviously getting in a few brownie points with the old man.
"Wasn't it a beauty!" Betty chimed in. "And Daddy, the way you managed to hit it right in the heart!" She nudged Tony. "Wasn't that fantastic, honey?"
"Yeah, sure." Tony watched Junior slip away, sneaking toward the foyer. Probably can't wait to get back to his gay lover, Tony smugly told himself.
"Well, let's go to the study," Clarence called out again. "I've already got the projector set up."
Tony had had it with home movies, but there would be no escaping this filming of the Old Man's latest hunting trip. He felt Betty place her hand on his as they all started to rise. like sheep, they would all follow that chubby old man to his study, and show their emotions on cue as he ran his latest film of his outdoor prowess.
"I'll be right with you," Tony held back. "I've go to make an important call-security at the store."
"Business before pleasure," Old Man Traymore beamed at his son-in-law. "Why don't you use the phone in my den?"
"Thank you, Sir."
"Join us as soon as you can," Betty smiled weakly at her husband, masking her curiosity over the all "important" phone calls he seemed to be making lately. Tony watched them troop into the study before entering the Old man's private den and library. He let out a hopeless gust of air, wondering how much longer he could take these Thursday night rituals. He was so damned tired of routine-routine-humdrum routine.
Absently, he picked up the phone. He stopped short before starting to dial, listening to the giggling girl's voice on the phone. Tricia was using the extension phone upstairs, he realized. He was about to excuse himself and recradle the receiver, but froze at the words he heard on the other end. A boy's voice, that teenaged crackle. But the words ... they seemed to have paralyzed Tony. Had he heard right?
"Hey, Tricia, my buddy's cock is even bigger than mine! You'll like him!"
Tony froze, receiver up close to his ear. Yes, he had heard right. That's exactly what had penetrated his earlobe: "Hey, Tricia, my buddy's cock is even bigger than mine! You'll like him!"
An obscene phone call ... someone was making an obscene phone call to Tricia. Tony hesitated, wondering if he should cut in, wondering what he should say. He was sidetracked by that very certain giggle that belonged to "baby-Tricia." He swayed slightly, her reply slowly penetrating his brain.
"Well, your cock wasn't so big!" Tony heard Tricia's voice shrill in between her giggling.
"It's big enough," the young voice on the other end replied. "And didn't I know how to use it on you?"
"You sure did!" Tricia replied, keeping her voice low between giggles.
"So do you want to meet my buddy?" the boy's voice asked again.
"How old is he?"
"He's fifteen, and real experienced with girls."
"What does that mean?" Tony heard Tricia's giggling voice.
"That means that he'll give you a terrific fucking!"
"What's your buddy's name?"
"Andy. He's right here if you want to talk to him, Tricia."
Tony swayed uneasily, still clutching the receiver close to his ear, not believing that he had actually heard Tricia's next response:
"Just how big is his cock, Billy?"
"He's got me and Jimmy both beat. Here I'll let you talk to him yourself. If you like him, make a date and we'll all three be there."
'Well, let me talk to him," Tricia smugly replied. "Maybe I will-and maybe I won't."
Tony sucked in his breath, fearful that Tricia might discover that someone was on the extension. This was wild ... he thought, realizing that in that short span of time of listening in on their sexually-laden conversation his cock was rock-hard and banging furiously against his trousers. Talk about new thrills ... this was doing wonders for him.
Tony unzipped his fly and yanked his throbbing hard cock out of his trousers as he heard the new boy's voice on the other end of the line. A slightly older, more cocky voice. Tony stroked his cock back and forth, remaining still, anxious to hear every word and every sigh between the words. He could just imagine that those young boys were tugging at their hard cocks, and most likely, up in her room, Tricia had a few fingers lodged deeply into her young cunt.
What a show ... Tony moaned to himself, ready to draw in his own mental images to the audio portion he was tuned in on. Tony kept stroking his thick cock back and forth, listening intently to every word, sigh, giggle and groan from the youngsters:
"Hi, Tricia? This is Andy."
"Hi, yourself, Andy." Tricia giggled. "Billy's been telling me all about you."
"I'd sure like to make it with you, Tricia. Billy and Jimmy have been telling me what a hot little lay you are!"
"Have they been blabbing it around to everyone?"
"No, Tricia, honest. Just to me. The three of us really stick together-you can trust us."
"So you want a date with me?" Tricia's voice was coy. "Are you as handsome and big as Billy claims you are?"
"I haven't had any complaints so far," Andy bragged.
"How big is it?" Tricia boldly asked. "Billy said you guys all measure your dicks when you're fooling around."
"I've got pretty damned close to seven inches!" Andy boasted. "I'm the biggest of all the guys around here!"
"You're kidding, is it really that big?"
"Meet me tomorrow night, you know, behind the railroad warehouse, and I'll prove it to you!"
"Will you be nice to me, Andy?"
"Yeah, sure, I'll give you a good fucking. And I know how to hold it back. I won't come right away like Billy and Jimmy do. You'll see!"
"That isn't exactly what I mean by being nice to me," Tricia's pouting voice replied. "I mean, will you also wanna neck and pet and make out."
"Yeah, sure, just as long as you let me fuck you!"
"You know what I really like, Andy."
"No, what?"
"I like a boy to play with my knockers."
"Yeah, I dig that. Hell, I'll suck on the nipples like crazy!"
"Oh, Andy, you're getting me all excited!"
"Then sneak out tonight. Let's make it tonight-we'll ball like crazy!"
"I can't! We've got company, and they won't let me out. Tomorrow night is my only chance-they think I'm going to my girlfriend's house. It'll have to be tomorrow night.
"Oh, I may die until then," Andy's voice moaned over the phone. "If you know what I mean, Tricia."
"I think I do," she giggled. "Is it real hard right now?"
"It's as hard as a rock, just thinking about your pussy."
"Are you playing with yourself?" she asked.
"We all are! Man, we're all about to explode!"
"Guess what I'm doing, Andy."
"Tell me."
"I'm lying on my bed, with my hand up under my dress." She cut it short to let out a giggle-
"Yeah, tell me what else you're doing, Tricia."
"My panties are off, and I've got three fingers shoved up my cunt, and I'm pretending it's really your cock."
"Oh, that's wild!" Andy countered. "Man, I'm beating my meat like crazy! Can you hear the noise?"
"Not really-"
"Now listen, Tricia, I'm going to put the receiver right down by my cock while I'm pounding it."
Tony found himself jerking off like a schoolboy, listening to the sound of that teenaged boy beating his meat over the phone. Tony had to hold back on the hand-action, fearful that he might explode and shoot his semen all over the rug and up on the desk. He tried desperately to check his heavy breathing, anxious to not miss a moment of the vocal show he was being treated to.
"Tricia?" Andy's voice called over the line. "Did you hear my cock banging against the receiver?"
"Wow, I sure did!"
"Well, tomorrow night you can watch it banging against your cunt. How does that sound to you?"
"Real groovy! Will it be just you and me? I mean, I want it to be like a date."
"What's wrong with Billy and Jimmy being there? I mean, you've already been putting out for them. They wanna watch us in action. It might be kinda fun!"
"Well, okay. Tomorrow night, about seven thirty, once it gets dark enough."
Tony heard a round of raucous laughter on the boy's end. He then heard Tricia question what the laughter was all about.
"Billy just shot his load!" Andy explained. "All over the living room rug! What a mess!"
"He always shoots too fast," Tricia laughed. "I hope you won't be too fast, Andy."
"Don't you worry, I had an older girl teach me how to hold back. And then after we rest a while, we can always start fucking a second time!"
"Wow, that sounds real groovy!" Tricia groaned.
"Don't overwork that pussy with your fingers," Andy smugly informed her. " 'cause I'll take good care of it tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night..." Andy repeated. "We're gonna fuck up a storm."
"Oh, wow!" Tricia exclaimed, obviously jabbing her fingers deeper into her love-slit. "Tomorrow night, Andy. G'bye!"
Tony remained motionless, his hand firmly on his rock-hard cock for a long time after he heard both clicks, one on each end.
"Precious little baby-Tricia..." he finally moaned, putting the receiver down. "Baby-Tricia's hot little cunt ... " he whispered hoarsely, by now totally oblivious to the important phone call he had set out to make. "Those kids are too much." he added, still not certain he had actually heard those wild sexual invitations. He somehow managed to work his still hard cock back inside his trousers and painfully he zipped up his fly.
They would be expecting him shortly in the study, to sit in the dark and view that damned idiotic home movie of the Old Man's latest big game hunting caper. Well, Tony had a big game caper in mind with a hot little doe named Tricia.
"No..." he whispered to himself, feeling beads of perspiration starting at his forehead. "This is insane!" He added to himself that if he ever attempted anything with Tricia, and the Old Man found out-he'd be washed up, his entire life ruined. It was one thing if Tricia was putting out for the neighborhood boys in her age bracket-but it would be entirely another thing if he forced his intentions on her.
"Rape!" That's what they'd call it. And in the courts-statutory rape. That damned hard-on ... he couldn't get his cock to soften.
The upstairs bathroom. He would lock the door behind him and jerk off like a damned schoolboy-just so that he would cool off. He hurried out of the den, bounding to the stairway, taking the stairs two and even three at a time. Somehow, finally finding himself standing before the commode, he was about to close the bathroom door behind him and unzip his fly to let that hard monster out for a quick and very necessary deflation.
Tony stopped short, suddenly aware of Tricia's bedroom door wide open, her young eyes taking in the full length of his body.
A sane voice within him cried out: Lock the bathroom door behind you and jerk that cock off to safety. You can think right with a soft dick-but like the old saying goes-a stiff prick has no conscience. Close the door and jerk off. She's jailbait and trouble. Real big trouble!"
Another, more powerful voice seemed to he taking command of his senses, seemingly pointing out the way to new, bigger and better thrills. And after all, wasn't that what it was all about? That constant search for new thrills. Whenever the conventional humdrum everyday routine seemed to be closing in on him, he thought he'd go insane. So it was dangerous ... all the more thrilling.
Tony pretended he didn't know she was watching him from across the hallway. He unzipped his fly and reeled out his long length of throbbing cock as though he were urinating.
The cock stood at attention; he was unable to urinate in that massive condition. Calmly, certain her young eyes were glued on the sight, he tugged his meat back within the confines of his trousers and zipped his fly back up again.
He headed out of the bathroom, standing indecisively in the hallway, watching that smile on her young face, her legs folded underneath her. The sane voice was at it again, telling him enough was enough, don't press your luck too far.
Tony wasn't listening, he smiled back at Tricia, slowly moving over to her doorway. Standing in her doorway, he let loose his bombshell:
"Hey, Tricia-baby ... tomorrow night's your big night, huh?"
"You were listening-" Tricia paled.
"Oh, I'm not a squealer," he playfully toyed with her. "I hope you really enjoy the fucking Andy promised to give you-"
"Oh, no!" She tensed. "You heard-"
"Don't sweat it, baby-Tricia," he assured her, closing her bedroom door behind him. "Now I have to get downstairs, but first I'd like to give you something those young boys aren't pro enough to give you."
"What are you talking about?"
"Baby-Tricia, get on your back and throw those hot little legs up in the air-and I'll eat out your pussy like crazy!"
"Oh, wow..." The frown and worried expression on her face slowly transformed to a smile. "Oh, wow ... Tony, you wanna fuck me...."
"You're not quite ready for my big meat," he informed her, taking her ankles in his hands and hoisting her legs upward. "But my mouth is watering to taste that hot, little cunt of yours," his muffled voice informed her, his mouth open, his tongue darting instantly into the slightly-haired love-slit.
"Oh, wow!" she roared, "I've never felt anything like that! Oh, wow!"
"Keep your voice down," he whispered, face still buried in her love-mound. "Or we'll have an audience."
"Wouldn't they all be surprised," the bold girl giggled, "especially Daddy-dear!"
"Oh, I'm going to eat this until I taste your love-juice," he whispered. "Just watch me go."
"Oh, wow..." was all Tricia could manage to say, over and over again as Tony's expert tongue worked deeper and deeper into the love-slit, savoring all of that fantastic young pussy taste. "Oh, wow ... oh, wow ... oh, wow...."
Oh, wow, is a hundred percent right, Tony smugly told himself, tasting that very special thick love-juice. Oh, wow, is more than right, he added to himself, realizing that she had unzipped his fly and was now furiously jerking him off. Oh, wow, again, he strained within himself, feeling his love-juice explode and land across the bedspread.
"Oh, wow..." she finally uttered, hand still on his limp cock. "I can't wait to be able to take this fantastically big cock of yours, Tony."
Tony let the girl who was only two days away from her thirteenth birthday in on a secret; neither could he wait.