Chapter 3
For a long second, Mary Ann was afraid to look at her son's face. She was afraid that he was awake, that he had only been feigning sleep. Yet, the fact that he had said what he had as he was coming sent a strange and dark pleasure through her.
Moving her head very slowly, she looked at his face for several minutes. Convinced that he. was asleep, she relaxed a little. She looked at his face lovingly and smiled. She wondered just what he had been dreaming.
Another problem presented itself. A warm dampness was seeping through her gown and wetting her hip. His come was soaking through his shorts and her gown. A new fire of lust began to smolder between her thighs as she lay very still and felt the warm fluid on her thigh. Her mouth began to water and she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.
The damp spot burned like a brand against her hip. Her body throbbed and her mind focused on it. The dark desires rose once more from deep within her mind. She could hardly lie still. Her whole being seemed to converge on that one spot.
Mary Ann felt the war between her mind and her body reaching a crucial point. Fearing the outcome, she sought other measures to resolve the turmoil. Her hand slid across Joey's arm and her fingertips pressed her gown down between her damp thighs. Pressing the nylon between the burning lips of her pussy, she found her throbbing clit, rolling it under her finger. Waves of pleasure washed through her aching body as she rubbed and teased the little knob.
Joey shifted his crotch against her. Mary Ann looked down at his sleeping face and continued to work herself to a climax. The gown was wet and slippery where she pressed it into her pussy. Coals of lust burned bright red, deep inside her cunt. The walls of her cunt' spasmed and contracted as She neared the exploding point.
Her hips flexed slightly, her thighs opening a little. Her eyes were glazed with passion. She strained to reach the bursting point without waking Joey. The rust rippling tremors began in her crotch and she could almost feel the rust flood of pleasure.
Joey rolled onto his back, pulling his arm from her waist. "Unnnnn," he groaned and Mary Ann froze. His eyes flickered and he looked at her.
She closed her thighs and left her hand resting on her belly. She fought to control her breathing .. He looked at her for a second or two, hi; eyes trying to focus.
"You all right?" His question was a sleepy mumble.
He licked his lips and rolled to a sitting position.
"Got to go to the bathroom." His words were muffled and Mary Ann knew that he was embarrassed. She watched him amble toward the door. Her body was screaming silently for release.
She could hear him moving around in the bathroom and then his bedroom. She heard his bed creak. Relieved, yet disappointed, she realized that he was returning to his bed. Afraid to get up and go tuck him in, she lay very still and let her fantasies flourish.
She was drifting back to her childhood again.
Back to the warm summer nights and her brother and her education.
She and Bobby had kept their secret well. For nearly two months they had spent the nights that their father was out in her bed exploring sex together.
Mary Ann's naked little body lay in the middle of the bed. Bobby paused to look down at it, the bare lips of her little pussy and the small bumps of her developing breasts. He licked his lips and smiled.
"Hurry up!" the girl insisted. Her small hands rubbed the mound at the juncture of her thighs. "I've been so horny the last couple of days that I almost came to your room once."
"You'd get us both killed if Dad caught us." He dropped his jeans and skinned out of his shorts. His cock bobbed stiffly.
"I know. That's why I just jacked off." Her eyes gleamed as she watched his cock and waited anxiously.
Bobby crawled in beside her and turned on his side, propping his head in his hand. Her small fingers fluttered over his cock lovingly.
"Mmmmm, I love your cock so much," she whispered.
He grinned at her self-consciously. His finger found the tiny hard nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and finger. Her fingers stroked the shaft and head of his cock and explored the soft sack beneath it.
"Oh, Bobby, can I kiss it?" The question surprised her almost as much as it did him.
"Huh?" His whole body tightened as her words soaked in.
Ignoring his question, she pushed him onto his back and scrambled to her hands and knees. Both of them held their breath. Until then, their sex experimentation had been limited to jacking each other off and rubbing his cock against her pussy. They knew that what was about to happen would change the seemingly innocent play to something new and serious.
Mary Ann held his throbbing member in her hands and stared at it. Her whole body trembled and throbbed as she lowered her head to it. Bobby raised his head and watched transfixed as her small pink lips touched the dark head. A shiver ran through him as he felt the warm soft kiss.
"Mmmmm!" the girl hummed and her small pink tongue snaked out and laved the tender flesh. Bobby jerked and moaned.
The strange. tantalizing odor of his flesh filled her nostrils. Mysterious new desires surged up inside her young-body and her mind faded into a blue haze of passion. Crouched over him her small body trembled with excitement. Her small fingers clutched the throbbing column of flesh, massaging it with short strokes.
"It tastes so good!" Her voice was low and husky. Her eyes and mind were centered on his gorged cock.
"Mary Ann," Passion and lust choked off his words.
"Mmmmm." Her small mouth stretched and the plum-shaped head disappeared.
Bobby clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth against the racking sensation. Her mouth squeezed hot and wet around the tender head and her hot tongue twirled around it, exploring the ridge and the tiny slit .
"Mary Ann!" he gasped. "If ... if you don't stop, I'm going to come!"
Her mouth slid slowly away from his throbbing cock and she smiled up at him with a strange, twisted smile. "Please do!" Her mouth dropped back to his cock and enveloped it with increased passion. She sucked hungrily at the knob, her mouth anticipating the spurting release.
Bobby's head fell back on the bed and he moaned as his lust rose to a fever pitch. His hips lifted with each pull of her mouth. Her head bobbed faster and faster as her own passion rose and her small cunt began to throb and boil with lust. Her nostrils flared, her hot breath playing over his naked belly.
Bobby cried out, the cry dying into a gurgle. His body arched and stiffened. His hands clutched at her head. For a moment, she didn't know what was happening and then her mouth was suddenly full of thick hot fluid. A muffled moan jumped from her throat and she gulped quickly. Her virgin pussy convulsed and she shivered as her own climax crashed in on her.
His cock emptied and he pushed her suctioning mouth away from it and lay gasping for breath. Mary Ann collapsed beside him, her come-smeared lips open, her tits rising and falling quickly.
"Oh, Bobby! It tasted SO good!" She looked up at him with wild eyes. "I didn't want to stop!"
"Felt great!"
They wheezed and panted until their breath was regained, and then Mary Ann sat up and looked at her brother. Her mouth was still shiny with his juices.
"It makes me jealous!" She. pretended to pout. "What?"
"Y our cock. I wish I had one." Her voice sounded serious, but her eyes teased him.
"Why?"
"So it could shoot like yours and feel that good. I feel kind of cheated. I don't have anything that you can suck on to make me feel that good." She rested her chin on her hand. She sat cross-legged, her bare little pussy glistening at him.
Her brother smiled and sat up. "I don't know about that. I could use my tongue instead of my finger on your little button."
"Oooh!" Mary Ann shivered with the thought. "Would you? Please!"
Her eyes were large and round, her lip caught between her teeth as she looked at him. He smiled at her and reached for her hard little nipple, pinching it.
"Lay down and let's see what happens."
The girl fell backwards and opened her legs as wide as she could. Propped on her elbows, she watched him, trembling with expectation.
Bobby lay on his stomach, between her open legs. She heard herself gasp as his breath tickled her sensitive pussy lips. He kissed the inside of her small thigh and she jerked. His lips moved nearer and nearer. Her little cunt spasmed and her clit throbbed. He kissed the pouting, fleshy lips and Mary Ann flinched.
The boy tasted her sweet pussy and his timidness and inhibitions left him. His tongue sliced up between the hot lips, flicking across the small opening and then up over the tiny love button, and the girl arched her back and gurgled. His mouth and tongue made soft wet sounds as he licked and teased her pulsing little pussy.
"Oh! Bobby! Soooo good!" She bounced and twisted under his tongue.
His inexperience gave way to his lust and he worked passionately between her slim thighs. His hands slipped under her and cupped her small tight ass, lifting her pussy to his flicking tongue.
"Bobby! Bobby! Oh! Oh!" Her hips thrust with each word. Bombs of pleasure burst in her body. "Don't stop! Do it! Oh! Oh! Bobbeeee! Aaaaaggg-nnn!"
Her little body strained upward and began to shudder. The muscles in her legs and neck stood out as she arched and strained. Climax hit her young body like a hurricane. She jerked and bounced, her small fingers clawing at his head as if in an attempt to pull his head inside her cunt.
Suddenly, his mouth left her pussy. Through the slits of her eyes she saw him scrambling onto his knees between her legs. Confusion mixed with her passion. Then she saw his hand stroke his swollen cock two or three times. He stiffened and thrust his hips forward, pointing his cock at her still convulsing pussy.
Streams of hot come' splashed against the trembling lips and oozed into her slit. She shuddered and jerked. Suddenly, she was climaxing again.
The pleasure began to ebb away. Bobby lay on his side, panting, still clutching his' cock. Mary Ann looked down at the slippery fluid that covered her pussy and smiled dreamily. Her fingers dipped into her slit and smeared the warm come over her belly, her legs trembling as she relished the sensation.
Mary Ann's mind floated back to the present and she discovered that her fingers were working , between her fleshy lips again. Her hand glistened with her pussy juices and her body throbbed with lust and passion. Her mind seemed to be ruled with one obsession-cock. She wanted a cock worse than she could ever remember. Her cunt convulsed and oozed with the thought.
She lay as still as possible, her mind recreating the sensation of a pulsing, gorged cock filling her cunt. The pushing, filling feeling as it penetrated the slippery walls of her cunt. The slight tug and slight panic as it withdrew.
She was so hungry for the sensation that she was almost ready to go to Joey's room. She rolled on her side and squeezed her thighs together, trying to drive the burning hunger' from her pussy and her mind. Lust and desire couldn't be wiped away so easily. Her eyes fell on her dresser.
Rolling off the bed, she crossed to the dresser and picked up her hairbrush. Holding it by the bristles, she looked at the handle. It was round and long, the end tapered. Desperation had taken control. She pushed the bedroom door closed and crawled back on the bed. Sitting in a slumped position, she pulled her gown up and opened her legs. For a moment she hesitated, her hand clutching the brush.
She chewed her lips and lowered the tapered plastic to her pussy. The end pressed between her slippery lips and probed the mouth of her cunt. It was hard and cold, nothing like the cock that she needed, but she was desperate enough to try anything. She pushed and it sank slowly into her cunt, spreading the walls as it pushed in.
Mary Ann stared at the disappearing brush handle and licked her dry lips. It wasn't a cock, but it filled the void. The end touched something inside her and she whimpered again. A bristle touched her clit and sent a shock wave of sensation through her. Both hands gripping the bristle of the brush, she eased it out and with a jerk of her hips, plunged it into herself again.
Bending her knees and pulling her feet up, her legs splayed into a wide V. Her hands worked the hairbrush in and out of her clutching cunt, Her eyes clenched tight and she began to whimper and moan with each probe of the hard plastic.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck melee!"
The brush handle was churning her juices to a froth as she plunged it in and out. Her hips jerked and her body strained as if she were trying to force the explosion of pleasure. Her hand bumped the top of the crevice with each thrust, massaging her pulsing love button.
Like a boiler building a head of steam, the tension grew and swelled inside her until she was sure that she would scream for release. The plastic handle pounded in and out of her tender cunt, slurping wet sounds punctuating each thrust. Then it came. The bubble of tension burst and she shook from head to toe. Her hands stopped and her cunt walls convulsed around the plastic.
Whimpering and gasping for breath, she slid the handle out of her pussy and let it fall from her fingers. As her senses slowly returned to normal, she stared at the hair brush with a quiver of revulsion.
She chastised herself, unsure if she was even sane any more. She wondered if she was becoming an animal of lust, unable to control herself. Dark thoughts and urges were still drifting around her mind.
She glanced at the bedside clock. It was ten after four. "Will this night never end?'" Her whisper was a raspy echo in the darkness.
Shakily, she rolled off the bed and picked up the brush. The handle gleamed with the frothy juices from her cunt. She hesitated and then lifted it to her nose. The sharp odor of her cunt filled her nostrils. A surge of heat flashed through her. Before she realized what she was doing, her mouth opened and she licked the slippery fluid from the plastic. Her blood warmed and she squeezed her thighs together.
The brush handle slipped into her mouth and she sucked it noisily. She tried to remember how many times she had slipped a cock into her mouth after it had fucked her and how much she had always savored the taste of her own pussy mixed with come.
Laying the brush on the dresser as she passed it, she stepped into the hall and crossed to the bathroom, afraid to look toward Joey's room. She sat on the toilet and relieved the pressure.
It was just too hot. She stripped her gown off and lifted the lid on the clothes hamper. She paused. There on top was the pair of shorts that Joey had been wearing earlier. Her hand trembled as she picked them up slowly. She dropped her gown on the floor, the garment forgotten. She stared at the white cotton shorts and the still damp stain on the front. As if hypnotized by that sticky spot, she lifted it to her face and inhaled. The tangy odor of come filled her nose and she closed her eyes. Flashes of cocks and globs of come flickered in her mind. She was tasting the slippery fluid, her tongue skimming over the fly of the shorts before she was aware of it.
Her knees trembled and she leaned back against the wall. Her fingers dropped once again to her soggy pussy and parted the slippery folds. She flipped her tender clit with her fingertip and licked the crotch of the shorts. Her breath rasped past her tongue and she rubbed and rolled the swollen knob of flesh under her finger.
Her mind created pictures of Joey's cock, fantasizing and dreaming about the boy's body. A climax hit her before she was aware of it. She shook and whimpered. Her knees buckled and she slid down the wall a little, her legs opening. Her tongue curled and pulled the patch of damp cloth into her mouth and she sucked feverishly at it, pulling the last dregs of the come from the fibers.
She rode the crests of her climax, tremors running through her. The jockey shorts dropped to the floor as her head rolled back and she gulped air like a fish out of water.
She staggered out of the bathroom and fell onto her bed, still panting. Her shoulder touched a body. Still gasping, she looked and found Joey lying on his stomach. She jerked into a sitting position and stared at the boy's sleeping form.