Chapter 5
The sight of his mother's body had a profound effect on Ron. Even when she was gone, the image of her scantily clad body stayed in his mind and drove him wild. He went up to his room and flipped through the pages of his stash of porno magazines. He jerked off. By the time he got back downstairs though, he was as horny as ever. For the first time in his life, Polly even looked good to him.
They were both watching television, but Ron began to watch her more than the screen. She was a bit on the heavy side, but her tits were nice, and her face was pretty. Sometimes she feel asleep, and Ron couldn't help wondering if she slept soundly enough for him to cop a feel. The thought made his face turn bright red, and he knew that if she did fall asleep, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from trying that.
As he thought about it, he got so horny that he had to go to his room and jerk off again. He felt embarrassed about going back into the living room because he couldn't help feeling that Polly knew why he kept slipping away.
He watched a few more TV shows, then, as usual, Polly lifted her feet up on the couch and closed her eyes. Ron's heart began to pound wildly as he realized he would be able to put his perverted plan into action. Usually, her snoring bothered him while" he tried to watch television, but this time it would be a welcomed sound.
He could hardly control himself as she fell into a deeper and deeper sleep. Ron's cock was stiff and beating in his jeans.
Ron called Polly's name. She didn't respond, and he called again, slightly louder. Still, no sign that she was awake. He went to the couch and touched her shoulder; he even shook her a little, but she kept sleeping peacefully. Ron lifted a shaking hand and moved it over one of her rising and falling tits. He lowered that hand ever so slowly until he felt the warm, soft mound of her big jug.
He squeezed her tit just enough to feel its softness. He was actually feeling a real tit, and the experience was fantastic.
While Polly continued sleeping, he became braver. He gave her tit a more thorough feel. Still, the sleeping woman showed no sign of waking, and Ron was getting more ambitious. She was wearing a housedress that buttoned up the front. Ron peeked into a dark opening between two buttons. He could see the white fabric of her bra.
Ron opened a button. Now there was room for him to slip a few fingers into her dress. He felt the tops of her tits where the softness oozed out of the bra. The valley between those tit-tops was warm, and it gave Ron a thrill even though it was no big deal.
There wasn't much point in messing with those tits since it would be impossible to unhook that bra and really get at the meat of the situation. But her cunt was more accessible, and certainly more interesting.
Ron took the hem of her dress and lifted it a little. He lifted the dress a few more inches. When he was sure she was still fast asleep, he lifted the hem of the dress and peeked in.
The light in there was tinted blue because it was filtered through the blue material of the dress. But it was bright enough to let him see her white panties covering her cuntal mound. In his horny condition, the view under her dress was breathtaking.
For quite a long time Ron stared at the plump, white skin of Polly's thighs and her nylon-covered cunt. A few cunt hairs were sticking out of the leg-holes of the panties, and he thought that was very exciting. The odor of pussy was wafting out.
Now her cunt was only about six inches away from him. Staring at her face, Ron stuck his hand into the valley between her thighs and under the dress. Ron couldn't believe what he was doing. She could wake up at any second and he wouldn't be able to make any excuse about how his hand happened to be up her dress.
He put all worries about being caught out of his mind when his fingertips touched Polly's twat. He was shaking all over, but he managed to keep his hand under control. When Polly didn't show any sign of waking up, he felt around her cunt. He felt the hair crushed under the nylon, and beneath the hair, he felt the crack that led to her cunt-hole.
Ron slipped his middle finger between her thighs as much as he could, following the crack. Suddenly, Polly shifted her body and smacked her lips. Ron's heart stopped, and his hand darted back. Polly sighed. Ron had to catch his breath before he could continue.
When he slipped his hand back under the dress, he was thrilled to find that Polly had spread her I legs for him. Maybe his probing was getting through to her subconscious, he thought. Or maybe she was having a dream about an old boy friend or something. In any case, Ron now had more room to explore.
He could feel all the way down to her ass-cheeks. Ron was doing better than he thought possible. He was exploring her cunt and she apparently didn't feel a thing. He wondered how far he could go. He knew that her panties were a big hindrance to his examination, and he wanted to slip his finger into the leg-hole and get to her bare cunt.
He knew he was going too far, but he couldn't help himself. Holding his breath, he pulled the elastic away from her thigh, then slid his middle finger into the garment. He felt tight curls, and he knew that he was getting somewhere now. He moved his finger to the crack that fascinated him so much.
He pressed the sides of the crack and found that it was much softer and spongier than he'd expected. A pussy was a marvel of well-padded delight. Feeling those moist cunt-lips was a thrill he would never forget. He didn't think he'd ever been so hot. His prick was a pulsing snake of desire.
Ron kept pushing his finger deeper into her plump twat. There was only so far he could go without waking the woman, Ron knew, but he kept pressing his luck. Polly began to stir again.
Polly grunted and wiggled, but then she settled down again without opening her eyes. Ron gave her a chance to fall into a deeper sleep. Then he began to feel around in her crack again. He felt her inner-lips, but he didn't dare enter them. That seemed too far to press his luck. Ron could picture what was going on in there because he'd studied pictures of spread cunts in his porno magazines. But he still would have loved to have been able to stick his head under her dress, hold her pussy open and gaze into it.
Ron thought he'd gone about as far as he could and his cock was in desperate need of relief. He wiggled his finger free of her pussy and pulled it from her panties. Then he pulled her dress down and stood up. He was surprised how shaky he felt on his feet.
As he walked quickly from the room, he lifted his finger to his nose and breathed the cunt odor. That odor multiplied his lust to the point where he would have to jerk off in a few seconds or come right in his pants. He made it to his room and pulled down his pants just in time. Grabbing his cock and sticking the funky finger into his mouth, Ron began pumping. His gism began flying almost at once.
His orgasm was sensational. He was blinded with passion and his fist was a blur on his throbbing, spitting tool. He sucked all the flavor from his finger, and when his prick stopped shooting gobs of gism, Rob sank down on his bed. His hand stayed wrapped around his cock.
For the first time, he realized the tremendous chance he'd taken. He had put himself in danger of being branded a pervert, and having his name besmirched for life. His horniness had led him to the brink of disaster, and he couldn't let it happen again. He would have to get fucked, and end this slavery to his urges. He was thanking his lucky stars that the woman he had violated hadn't woken up.
While Ron hid in his room after his adventure, his victim was going through some strange times too. Ron was thankful that she hadn't awakened, but he was deceived. The first time he stuck his hand into her cunt, PoUy had felt the sensations. She began dreaming of Fluffy, her cat. Fluffy often stuck a paw into her pussy, so Polly wasn't shocked when she felt Ron's probing. But when she remembered that she was baby-sitting, she knew something was wrong.
It took her a few moments to figure out what was happening, and when she did, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't jump up and embarrass the boy, but she had to do something. Pretending to be on the verge of waking didn't work. Polly was about to roll over and deny him access to her more intimate parts when she began to experience a strange feeling. Poor Polly had never had a man, not even as a young girl. She had always been heavy and shy, and didn't attract any boys. But now there were exquisite sensations traveling through her. Suddenly, she didn't want Ron to stop playing with her tits. She wanted to open her eyes and grab the boy in a tight embrace, but she was still too shy. All she could do was lie there and hope he would keep going.
When the boy took his hands away from her tits, she was heartbroken, but when she felt him lifting her dress, her hopes came alive again. She had to wait in suspense while he carefully inserted his hand under her dress. And when he touched her cunt, Polly had to exert all her will power to keep from jumping up in lust.
She had never gone through anything like it. Lying there with a calm expression on her face while her virgin pussy was tampered with was a real test. His finger, as it slipped into the lips of her twat, sent shivers of pleasure through her and she had to keep from showing them to the boy.
She was filling with passion and she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep still. She would have to abandon her sleeping act. Hopefully, she wouldn't scare him off and he would take care of her in the way she'd heard about from other women. Just as she was about to grab him, his finger retreated from her pussy. She felt the couch rise as he stood up.
Polly opened her eyes and saw Ron leave the room with his finger under his nose. Now there was nothing to do but take the boy's place. She put her finger into her cunt. Ever since she was a little girl, she had learned that it wasn't nice to touch herself there, but now that she knew what rewards there were to be had, she forgot all her old lessons.
She couldn't believe the feelings that were filling her. Her finger was wiggling and poking the soft folds of wet flesh and her whole body was responding. She poked her finger up her cunt and stirred it around. When she accidentally touched the stiff bud of her clit and felt the bolt of pleasure that shot through her, she thought she might die of ecstasy. Even the fear of death didn't stop her. It would be a small price to pay for this pleasure.
Polly used one finger to wiggle her clit and the other to fuck her cave. She had her legs sticking out and the crotch of her panties were pulled out of the way. Her body was using muscles that she'd never used before as she neared her first orgasm.
The pleasure was getting so intense that Polly was sure she would never survive. She imagined, through her lust, being discovered with her fingers thrust up her snatch and a smile on her face.
Her orgasm filled her with crashing bliss. Her fingers kept at their task until she was paralyzed with pleasure. When the storm of passion subsided and she found that she was still alive, she started all over.
Polly kept diddling her twat until she was too sleepy to continue.
When Jan came home, all fucked out, she didn't realize that the people she had left behind were also sleeping in an exhaustion of satisfied lust.