Chapter 2

Ann, Billy's mother, and Jim, Karen's father, were sitting in another front seat. They were driving over to Jim's place. Ann was quiet, thinking about what she'd just seen in the garage. She'd often wondered if anything was going on between those two kids.

Still, it had been a surprise to see her own son in the grip of an orgasm while Karen sat next to him with her fist around his prick.

Of course, Ann couldn't see what was going on in the kids' laps. But the look on their faces and the sounds, they were making was enough to make it clear.

Ann found that thinking about that scene was making her cunt wet. And she wished she could have seen Billy's prick with Karen's hand around it.

Ann ground her ass into the seat. It wouldn't be long now until she had Jim's prick in her cunt, though. And she couldn't wait.

Now that Karen was home from school, Ann and Jim had to take advantage of every bit of privacy they could get. And if Karen and Billy were carrying on, they would be able to get off alone more often.

"Why so quiet?" Jim asked Ann.

She wondered if she should tell Jim about what she'd seen. She couldn't decide. She wouldn't tell him now. Maybe later, though.

"I was just thinking about how nice it's going to feel to get my cunt filled with your hard cock," Ann said.

Jim was quiet now. He didn't like to hear Ann talk like that. That's one reason she did talk like that. Jim was sort of square about fucking, and she loved to tease him.

"Yeah, it will be nice to be in bed with you again," he finally said. "It's been almost a week."

"It's been six days and nine hours," Ann said with a smile. "And I'm dying for it."

Again, Jim remained silent.

By the time they got to Jim's place, Ann was raving with lust. She still could see the expression of passion that Billy's face was contorted in as Karen jerked him off she almost told Jim what she'd seen, but again she decided not to.

"Do you want a beer or anything?" Jim asked her.

"I want you," she said.

Ann was already unbuttoning her blouse when Jim came back from the kitchen with a bottle of beer. Ann then stripped off her bra, letting her big, floppy tits loose.

"Come on," she said. "Get undressed."

"You really are in a hurry, aren't you?" Jim teased.

"I told you I was. My cunt's starving for you!"

Jim came to her and put his arm around her waist. Then he thrust the cold bottle of beer between her tits.

"Oooo, Jim, don't," Ann said angrily. "What's the matter with you?"

"Come on, don't get mad," Jim said.

"Well, Jesus Christ, act your age," Ann said.

"I'm sorry," Jim said and kissed her. He lifted one of her sagging tits in his hand and squeezed. They kissed deeply.

Although Ann's tits sagged somewhat, she had a beautiful body. Her tits were big enough to look good sagging: there was no way such huge jugs could stand by themselves.

As she stepped out of her slacks, Jim once again appreciated her figure. Her tummy was flat, her hips wide, and her ass full and sensuous.

When Ann stripped off her panties and showed Jim her nest of thick curls, he became more eager. Soon his own pants were lying on the floor and Jim was showing Ann his stiff prick.

Ann walked to Jim, caressed him and took his prick into her hand. They kissed again.

"I really have been eager to get you into bed again," Jim said. "But when Karen comes home I have to spend a lot of time with her. You know how it is."

"I know, honey," Ann said.

Still holding on to each other, Jim and Ann sank into the couch. Jim scooped up one of Ann's tits again. And she grabbed a handful of balls. They intertwined their legs.

When Jim put his hand between Ann's thighs and held her pussy he found that it was very wet already. But he never suspected what had caused her cunt to begin leaking prematurely. He thought it was merely her lust for him.

Jim pushed Ann down on her back. Then he lowered his face to her tits.

"I love the way you do that," Ann said. "No one has ever made love to me the way you do."

Jim didn't answer. His mouth was busy sucking the big disks of pink flesh that were Ann's nipples.

He held her tits in his hands while he kissed and sucked them. And as he did that, he held his prick on her belly where she could feel it throbbing.

Ann was surprised to find that even with Jim's talented mouth doing wonderful things to her tits; she still had a vivid picture of Billy and Karen in her mind.

"Eat me, Jim," Ann said, "Suck my cunt."

Ann hoped that Jim's tongue in her twat would make her forget her son and Karen. Jim was a fabulous cunt lapper.

Jim did as Ann asked. He began moving down her body, kissing the center line of her stomach. Ann spread her legs, making room for Jim to snuggle up between them. And as her cunt opened, she felt the cool air of the room evaporating her oozing juice.

As usual, Jim began by kissing the tender skin at the tops of her thighs. Then he ran his tongue along the crease that separated her cuntal mound from her thighs. He even licked the bottoms of her ass which peeked at him from below her cunt.

Ann relaxed with a smile on her face. Having Jim eat her after a sexless week would be a great treat. She gathered her tits in her hands and massaged them as she loved doing while being eaten.

Finally, Jim's tongue zeroed in on her spread and soaking gash.

"Ohhhhhh," Ann sighed as she was filled with pleasure.

Jim licked the ridges of wet flesh that formed the inner flaps of Ann's pussy. He would trace those wiggling lines of flesh from the entrance to her tunnel to where they came together to protect her clit. But he didn't bear down on her cunt. He wanted this cunt sucking to last.

And Ann appreciated his skill. With eyes closed and a smile on her pretty mouth, she moved her body in a waving motion. And she continued folding her own tits. She would squeeze them together, and then let them sag to the sides of her chest. She rubbed her nipples and even shoved a tit up to her face and licked it.

Now Jim was reaching up her flowing tunnel with his tongue. When his tongue was as high up that drenched tube as he could get it, he fluttered it with all his might. Ann's body shook just as wildly as Jim's tongue was wiggling in her.

"Oh, honey," she gasped. "I love it!"

Jim had his tongue so high up Ann's cunt that his teeth were pressing into her mound. But the slight pain it caused her only increased her rapture.

"That's it, yeah!" Ann cried. "Ohhhhhhh."

Jim began mauling forays to Ann's clit. He brushed his tongue over that hard bud, then shoved it back up her cave. Back and forth his tongue traveled, driving Ann to greater and greater heights of sexual frenzy.

Ann could feel her orgasm awakening like a bear that had hibernated too long. Of course she had jerked off several times during the week she had gone without Jim's prick. But coming in solitude was no replacement for real sex.

"Oh, Jim," she gasped. "I'm beginning to feel an orgasm. This is my favorite thing. It's so beautiful!"

Ann began shaking like a leaf in a storm. Her tits wobbled crazily. Ann ran her fingers through Jim's hair, holding his head close to her trembling cunt. She lifted her feet into the air in an attempt to get her cunt thrust out farther. Her feet thrashed the air as her body was racked by waves of orgasmic ecstasy.

When Jim made sure that he'd finished her off, he lifted his face from her crotch. He smiled at her with his face glistening with cunt juice.

"That was wonderful," Ann said. "Now fuck me!"

Ann held her arms out to Jim who was climbing up over her. With her cunt a mess of slippery juice and Jim's saliva, Jim's prick glided smoothly into it.

"Uhhhhh," Ann gasped as her still tender twat was filled and stretched by Jim's big cock.

"Oh, baby," Jim sighed. "I've been looking forward to this."

He let his prick lie still in the tight grip of Ann's cunt. They held on to each other tightly and kissed. Being plugged in was so nice that they put off the joy of pumping their hips as long as they could.

But that was never very long. And Jim began lifting and dropping his ass, pushing and pulling his prick in Ann's pussy.

Ann could feel the high collar around Jim's prick head stroking the lining of her cunt. His cock was long enough to touch the end of her tunnel, making her grunt with each thrust. And when he withdrew it, he pulled it almost all the way out so the head was between her inner lips.

Ann loved fucking Jim. Even though his ideas were sort of square, he could fuck her with more energy and joy than any of the other men she'd fucked.

"Oh, Jim," Ann moaned deliriously. "Baby, sweetheart, fuck me!"

Jim's ass bucked with greater speed. And the faster he pumped, the wilder Ann became beneath him. Their voices joined in a chorus of wanton moans and cries.

Finally, Jim got up on his haunches, holding his body high off Ann's. That way he could watch her writhing. He could even look down and see his prick moving in and out of her cunt. The wet and shining shaft would appear between their pubic patches, and then disappear as their hair came together again.

Ann liked getting fucked right after having a tongue induced orgasm. She knew that she could have two orgasms in a row. The first was always great, but the second, with Jim's gigantic prick invading her pussy, was even better.

"Ohhhhhhh," she wailed. "God that feels sooo good!"

Ann and Jim watched each other's faces as they both came. They both loved seeing the blissful expression on the other's face. And Jim also loved seeing how Ann's tits danced wildly on her chest with her desperate gyrations.

"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," Jim moaned as his gism spurted.

Ann felt the heat of his gism in her cunt just as she reached for her own height of ecstasy.

Then Jim collapsed on Ann. They lay gasping for breath and clutching each other.

"Let's never wait so long between fucks," Ann said. "It does make it even better, but it's been an awfully long week."

"Now that Karen's been back for a while she can entertain herself, and we can have more time together," Jim said.

"Karen isn't only entertaining herself," Ann said. "I think Billy is going to entertain her."

Ann thought that this would be a good time to tell Jim what she'd seen the kids doing in the garage. After all, he had a right to know what his daughter was up to. And after their fucking Ann thought he would be more understanding.

"What do you mean?" Jim asked.

"Well, just before we left my place I went into the garage to tell the kids we were leaving. They must have thought we were already gone because I caught them in a compromising position."

"What do you mean?" Jim asked again, this time more seriously.

Ann wondered if she'd better keep her mouth shut. But it was too late now.

"They were in the front seat of Billy's old car, necking," Ann said.

"Necking? What exactly were they doing?" Jim demanded.

Ann realized that she should have known better. Jim's square attitude was coming to the surface. But Ann found that she couldn't gloss over what she'd seen. Something in her wanted Jim to know just what his daughter was doing.

"I think Karen had just given Billy a hand job," she said.

"What?" Jim said explosively. "How do you know?"

Ann described exactly what she'd seen. When Jim heard her description he knew that she was right.

"That boy of yours is making a whore out of my daughter," Jim said angrily.

"Don't be silly!" Ann said. "How do you know it was Billy's fault? Besides, why does it have to be any one's fault? They're normal teenage kids. They're horny. Besides, a hand-job is fairly innocent."

"It is, is it?" Jim said haughtily. "Well, I suppose you think it's all right because you were doing the same thing at Karen's age."

She had done the same thing at Karen's age. She'd done more, actually. And she'd told Jim about it. Now he was throwing it back into her face.

Ann couldn't claim to be surprised at Jim's behavior. She knew how he was when it came to these matters. But she just had to tell him anyway. Maybe she wanted to start a fight, she thought.

"From now on Karen and Billy are not going to see each other," Jim said. "I won't have my daughter acting like a tramp."

"Don't be silly," Ann said. "You're going to do is make your own daughter, turn against you. Besides, if she isn't jerking off Billy, she'll be jerking off some other guy."

Ann knew that would get a rise out of Jim. But she just had to say it.

"You think so because you're a tramp," Jim shouted.

"Okay, Jim," Ann said calmly. "We'd better drop the subject. And I think you should think about it before telling Karen that she can't see Billy again."

"There's nothing to think about," Jim said. "I simply won't have my daughter taken advantage of by a kid like Billy."

Ann was beginning to realize that this had gone too far to smooth things over with a few calm words. Jim was being even more stubborn and puritanical than she'd expected. And she was getting angry, too.

"Well, I feel sorry for you," Ann said. "You are going to have your own daughter mad at you, and rightly so."

"She won't be mad at me," Jim said. "She'll respect me. That's more than your son feels for you. He probably knows what sort of woman his mother is. That's why he's treating my daughter that way."

"Well, I'm leaving," Ann said. "Call me when you've come to your senses. Until then, you can act according to your own principles. You can jerk off rather than take advantage of a poor widow like me."

Ann dressed in a hurry. Jim sat in bed smoking a cigarette, not saying anything.

By the time Ann walked out of Jim's house, she was so mad she didn't care if she ever saw him again. And she began to realize why she had told him what she'd seen. His up tight attitude about fucking had bothered her for a long time. This was just a way to get the subject out in the open where they could really confront it. After all, how could Ann be in love with a man who thought she was a whore?

Ann caught a cab and headed home. She wondered what she would say to Billy about what had happened.