Chapter 5

Robbie was dawdling outside of his last class with some of the guys when he saw his sister coming down the hall toward him. He noticed with pride that a silence had fallen over his group as the other boys, too, watched his sister's approach. Darlene was a good-looking girl. Though only fourteen, she had the well-rounded tits and ass of her mother. She had inherited her father's thick, dark hair. It fell down her back almost to her waist. It was Darlene's pride. Her hair always shone.

"Hi, Robbie." She smiled shyly at the other boys. "Hi, guys."

"Hi, how you doing?" One of the boys, a guy called Rich, moved closer to the girl and stared suggestively at her outthrust tits.

Possessively, Robbie guided his sister by the elbow away from the other boys. It did not bother him when Rich looked that way at other girls, but his sister was not just any girl. Robbie knew what was going through Rich's mind, and he did not like it.

"What are you looking so serious about, Robbie?" Darlene was looking saucily up at him. Unlike her brother, Darlene was always in good spirits. Since babyhood, she had always made people smile. Everybody loved her.

Robbie found it impossible to stay angry with Darlene grinning at him. "Oh, nothing. What's happening, Sis? You going home now?"

"No. I told Mom that some of us kids would be going down to the ice cream parlor after school. I wanted to see if you could come along." Her eyes twinkled. "I'm only asking because the girls have been bugging me about it all day."

Robbie chuckled. He was flattered. He knew girls liked him, but, as yet, he had not had the nerve to ask one for a date. So far, shyness had had the upper hand over adolescent horniness. "Sorry to disappoint the girls, Darlene, but I can't. I've got baseball practice. I told Mom not to expect me until after six."

The girl looked disappointed. "Oh. Okay. See you later, Robbie."

"See you, Sis." He gave her a brotherly pat on the arm before going back to join the other boys, who were all on the baseball team with him.

For just a moment, Darlene watched her brother's retreat. Her face wore a wistful expression. The brunette was even more aware of Robbie's good looks than her friends were. There were times when she wished Robbie was not her brother! He was exactly the kind of boy she would have liked for a boyfriend. Kind, protective . . . and foxy!

It was in the locker room that Robbie overheard Rich entertaining a small group of boys. None of them noticed Robbie, who was bending over a knotted shoelace. He heard Rich's chuckle and the suggestive words that followed. His blood began to boil.

"Did you guys get a load of that sister of Robbie's! Boy! Some tits! I bet she's got a sweet pussy!"

"Forget it, Rich. Did you see the way Robbie pulled her away from you? He'd kill you if he found you messing around with his sister."

"Brothers don't have to know everything about their sisters. I bet if I got into her sweet pants, she'd be so grateful she'd keep our secret from her brother. A hot cunt has no conscience."

Nobody even saw Robbie approach, but the next thing they knew, the blond boy had landed a solid right on Rich's jaw. The bigger boy went sprawling back against the lockers. He was back on his feet again quickly, dazed, but ready and eager for combat.

"I didn't know you were listening, Robbie. What's the matter? Make you mad to hear someone talking about your sister's pussy? It didn't seem to bother you yesterday when we were talking about Mary Jane Houseman. She's got a brother, too." The big redhead was obviously enjoying the other boy's frustration. He was ready for Robbie this time when he came lunging forward with both fists flying.

"Fuck you, Rich! Take back what you said about Darlene! Take it back!"

Neither boy had further time or energy for words. They panted, boxed, wrestled and writhed until they were squirming on the locker room floor, their faces smeared with blood, their own and each other's. Their baseball coach came striding into the locker room to see what was holding up his boys. He rushed to the center of the fray and forced the boys apart.

"What the hell's going on here? What kind of team am I going to have if you guys can't even get along with each other? Now, come on. Shake hands and make up. We've already lost fifteen minutes of practice time."

Robbie's breath was coming in great heaving gasps. He continued to glare at his opponent, his eyes shooting arrows of hate and vengeance. "Sorry, Coach. I wouldn't shake hands with him. Not for anything! He's a creep, that's what he is! I just wanna get my hands on him one more time!" Passion overcame him, and the boy made another lunge for Rich's head.

"Robbie!" The coach jerked the blond boy back by his hair. "You get dressed and get the hell out of here! I don't want to see your face again today!"

Walking home from school, Robbie was a gloomy sight. His hands were thrust deep into his pockets. His head hung forward as he seemed to look for more stones to kick. His hair was still tousled from the fight. He had not bothered to comb it.

His first fury had passed. His emotions now, when he thought of Rich, were dull. He would never forgive the other boy for talking about his sister that way, yet he knew, on one point, Rich had been right. It had not bothered him to listen in on talk about other guys' sisters. He was being unreasonably prejudiced in favor of his own sister, yet he couldn't help it. He would react exactly the same way again. Darlene was special! He wouldn't let anyone talk about her as if-she were just some . . . cunt! Darlene was beautiful! She was his sister! She deserved respect!

Now that his anger was ebbing, Robbie began to worry about his future on the baseball team. If he wanted to, the coach could throw him right off the team. Yet Robbie knew that he was the best hitter the school had, and a darned good pitcher. The coach would probably not disqualify him from playing, but he could see a lot of boring detentions in his immediate future. He realized that if he went to the coach and explained what had happened, he would probably go easier on him. But his pride forbade his asking for special consideration. Besides, he could not stand to tell anyone what Rich had said about Darlene!

So preoccupied was the boy with his thoughts that he did not call out his usual, loud "hello" when he walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and went on into the living room.

He froze in the doorway. The half-peeled banana dropped at his feet.

Obviously, his mother had not been expecting anyone home so soon. She was lying on her back on the couch, her knees bent, her legs spread. The flowered sheer dress she was wearing was pushed up above her heaving tits. She was naked from her white breasts on down. She was working something in and out of her pussy, and she was moaning.

A thousand exclamations ran through the boy's mind, but he eould riot utter even one of them. He was too shocked. It was only when he started to breathe again that he realized that the lurid scene had provoked his cock to aching erection.

"Mmmmmm ... it feels so good-d-d!" Mary's eyes were closed. Her lips were curled in a lazy, erotic smile. The blonde had had several glasses of wine since her husband had left her with a frustrated cunt. Inhibition had deserted her. She knew both kids would be home late from school. She figured she had some time to indulge herself.

That was exactly what she was doing. She had searched through the vegetable drawer for a suitable dildo substitute and had come up with a good-sized zucchini. Wrapped in a condom, it made a pleasing, stretching cuntful for her pussy.

High as she was on wine, it was easy for Mary to climb to an intense sexual high. Her hand worked quickly, maneuvering the obscene dildo in and out of her cunt. She was looking forward to cumming. She thought she would feel much better once she had gotten rid of the tension. She could get up and start fixing the family's dinner without feeling bitter. She would have had her pleasure too-her something to make the day special.

Her husband had had a noontime blowjob. Her daughter was having after-school ice cream with her friends. Her son was playing baseball with the boys. She was massaging her cunt to ecstatic abandon with a large, slightly overripe zucchini! "Christ... I love the way it feels in my pussy!"

Her lewd, drunken talk excited her. She teased herself by pushing the dildo in just a short way for a few strokes. The trick worked. She became desperate for the whole filling length. "Oh God! Oh God ... I need it!" It felt so good when she finally let herself have it all again that she let out a long, low wail. It echoed through the blonde's every nerve ending and around the four walls of the living room.

Her cry set up obscene answering tremors in the expectant body of her watching son. Robbie had half-hidden himself inside the kitchen so that his mother would not catch sight of him if she happened to look his way. He need not have worried. His mother was in no condition to notice anything beyond the scope of her own pleasure-wracked body.

He watched awestruck as she ground her hips fitfully up off the living room couch. Her blonde-thatched cunt opened greedily to swallow whatever it was she was feeding it-something greenish-looking, covered with wet, shining plastic.

The boy had never even imagined anything so obscene as the erotic picture his mother made squirming on the couch, shoving the dildo up into her craving cunt. Her tits bobbled on her chest as she shuddered and moaned. Their motions made the boy's cock throb. So did the sight of her nipples, swollen almost to the length of her thumb, hard and greedy with lust, like the rest of her!

He had thought that watching the movie over at

Tom's house had been something! He had thought that watching his dad make love to his mother had been something even better!

Neither episode could hold a candle to the wanton abandon his mother was exhibiting right now. With only herself to please, she was mewling like a cat in heat, squirming her cunt up to meet her makeshaft cock with reckless energy, calling out obscenities that were obviously intended only to fire her own hunger.

Robbie's jaw hung open helplessly as he marveled at the intensity of what was going on. His cock throbbed eagerly in his jeans. Despite all the serious talkings he had been giving himself lately, all his forbidden infatuation with his thirty-three-year-old mother surged. He longed to feel his cock thrusting up into her pussy in the place of that dumb dildo. He longed to share her passion, to be in the same thrilling space that she was. He wanted to feel as sexy as his mother was feeling right now!

As the boy grew more and more uncomfortable with the longings of his excited balls, a climax was building in the living room. His mother was driving the dildo savagely into her cunt. Her cries grew frantic, helpless with the intensity of her need. Then, suddenly, there was a last explosion. From there on in, his mother was purring like a pussycat.

"Eeee . . . I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g-g! Ooooohhh . . . mmmmmm . . ."

The boy's brain was racing with the temptation of a myriad of forbidden ideas. It was the moment when he had to make his decision. Was he going to follow the longings of his hard cock, or the fearful advice of his besieged conscience? It was a mighty struggle.

But, in most fifteen-year-olds, instinct still carries more weight than wisdom. Robbie's cock won out!