Chapter 1
"Are you good and hard, honey? Aw, hell, I wish you were here in bed with me. I'd climb on top of you and fuck you so good. I just took a bath and I smell all sweet and nice; you might even want to kiss me.
Terri Condon hunched slowly against the pillow, grinding the edge along her cunt.
"Aw, don't act dumb; you know where I want you to kiss me," Terri said. "I'm naked, honey, and I'm humping the hell out of my pillow... hell yes, it feels good."
Terri heard her mother calling and tensed, then relaxed when she realized she was calling from downstairs, and besides, she never came into her room without knocking.
"I gotta hang up, Kenny; my mom's calling," Terri said. "I'll call back if I can."
She had no intention of calling back. She was going to bring herself off good, and just lie there and soak in the good, tingly feeling.
"Terri," her mother called again, "I'm going over to Mabel's; do you want to come with me?"
"No, mom," Terri yelled back. "I have too much studying to do." She added softly, "I won't come with you, mom, I'll come way ahead of .you."
She couldn't imagine her mother coming now or ever. She was too prudish. Well, maybe not prudish, but too busy playing bridge with a lot of fat old broads, and singing in the church choir, and doing idiot social work, at least as much as a town of ninety-five hundred offered.
"Okay. I'll be back in a couple of hours," Mavis Condon called up the stairs.
"You can stay for four hours for all I care," Terri said, and started fucking the pillow in earnest. "Aw, fuck, feels so good," she moaned.
"Stay all afternoon you sexless bitch, 'cause little Terri gonna come, gonna come big."
Terri reached down with both hands, knocking the phone off the bed, and spread her pussylips wide open, then ground the edge of the pillow in deep. She dearly loved masturbating this way. She usually did it late at night, and then put the pillow back under her head and went to sleep with the smell of her own sweet cunt in her nostrils. She even did on some nights after Kenny had fucked her. Kenny was fucking her regularly now. He wasn't the only boy that had fucked her, but he was the only one lately. They were going steady, much to her parent's chagrin.
She clamped her legs around the pillow and humped violently, her nipples rubbing hard against the coarse bedspread. Terri had nice tits, not big tits, but nice tits with outstanding nipples. Her nipples, including the halo, were almost as big as her tits. They were a rich, pink cap on her little titties that swelled, the nipple itself growing hard and prominent, and turned red when she was hot. They were swelled and hard and prominent and red now.
She wondered why she didn't have big tits, she should if there was anything to his heredity shit. Both her mother and her Aunt Mabel had great big knockers, and at seventeen, she would too, if they were ever going to be that big, she thought.
She felt the buzzing in her pussy and the tingle running down her thighs and forgot the size of her tits. She was almost ready to pop when she stopped and lay still.
"Goddamn... shit... gotta prolong it, feels so good."
She lay still, moaning softly. The pillow was wet now, pressed tightly to her leaking pussy. She waited a couple of minutes and then started humping again. She knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself again; she had to come soon, just had to, and it had to be a good one.
Terri loved to masturbate and did it regularly. Sometimes she used her fingers. Sometimes she came by putting things in her cunt, but mostly humping a pillow—that was the best. She could spread herself open and grind down against the pillow and slide back and forth, giving both her clit and her puckered hole a good workout.
She lost her cherry when she was fifteen in the back seat of her daddy's car. The car was parked in the garage. The boy didn't have any more experience than she, and she didn't come, but it hadn't mattered, the idea of no longer being a virgin was compensation enough. The same boy got her a couple more times before she started going with another guy. Her new guy only got to fuck her once before she started going steady with Kenny Landis, a star athlete. She made Kenny work a little harder to get into her the first time and actually sucked his cock before she let him fuck her. It was the first time she sucked a cock, and she enjoyed the lewdness of it immediately.
Terri's parents disapproved of Kenny; his people were trash, but couldn't prevent the relationship.
Terri started to come and bore down hard, fucking the pillow with a frenzy. Then her orgasm peaked and she started coming down. She flopped over onto her back and lay with the pillow held loosely between her thighs. She was breathing hard, enjoying the soft glow a good come always gave her. She reached down and felt her cunt with her fingers. She had an unusually thick muff for a blonde and the wads of soft, curly hair were soaking wet. She pushed one of her fingers all the way into her cunt and held it there, hoping to keep the good feeling from seeping out.
She decided she would lie like this until all the good feeling was gone and then finger fuck herself and bring it all back again.
She knew she was in for a shitty evening, stuffy and dull. Her Aunt Mabel, her mother's sister, and her Uncle Clyde, her dad's brother were stuffy shitasses—her mom and dad, too. Their vice was too much drinking. Too bad her mom didn't have another sister for Uncle Harry. Goddamn, talk about keeping it in the family.
Terri forgot her relatives and started moving her finger, pushing it slowly in, pulling it out, then getting another finger in the act. She sucked in her breath through her perfect teeth. Goddamn... fuck... it felt so good.
Mavis Condon parked her car in her sister's driveway, wishing Terri had come along. Sometimes the girl spent too much time in her room. She was proud of the excellent grades her daughter brought home, but grades weren't everything. Of course, she was a cheerleader, and just into everything. Hell, she didn't need to worry about Terri; she was the All-American girl.
She did wish her daughter would give up that awful Kenny person, although she could certainly see the attraction. Kenny had that animal fury about him that girls found attractive. She could see the lust in his eyes; it was always there. Why were rich girls always attracted to men with nothing, no breeding, no money, no future; they always seemed to want what was the worst thing for them. Mavis had been poor, and chosen the opposite.
She climbed from the auto and stretched, a touch of arthritis giving her a quick pain in her left shoulder. At thirty-seven, Mavis Condon was an extraordinary woman, truly beautiful. She carried a bit more weight than she should and was always on a diet, but less booze was the answer. She liked her booze, it helped to make everything bearable.
She had dark hair, unlike her blonde daughter, and a tiny dimple in each cheek. She had large, firm tits and a few short years ago her figure was breathtaking. It was still far superior to most women's, even women much younger.
She went into the big house and removed her light jacket, throwing it on a chair in the hall. The house was quiet, but she was certain Mabel was home and went into the huge, sunken living room. She went quickly to the bar in the corner and fixed herself a short Scotch, short on water, and tossed it down. She thought she heard her sister's voice in the kitchen and went to the serving bar and looked in. She was unprepared for what she saw.
Mabel Condon had a young boy with her.
"Does that feel nice?" Mabel said, as she stroked the boy's slim, hard cock.
"Oh, golly... yeh, yeh," Chris Frazer said.
Chris Fraser was a fifteen year old kid who lived next door to Mavis with his divorced mother. He wasn't a large boy, not athletic at all, but smart, almost intellectual, certainly not a sexually aggressive boy. He had a crush on Terri and seemed constantly underfoot with his sad, mooning eyes. Terri ignored him completely and Mavis had always felt sorry for the boy. She wondered now if her sympathy was wasted.
Mavis shook her head violently to make sure the scotch hadn't gone to her head too quickly; it hadn't. Maybe she was going mad; her own sister couldn't be doing this thing.
The boy stood with his pants bunched at his knees, his cock jutting straight out into Mabel Condon's hand. Mabel watched intently as the head slid in and out of her fist.
"God, Chris, you feel so hard and nice. Put your hand under my dress and see how nice I feel. I don't have anything on under there," Mabel said.
Mavis almost choked, suppressing the noise with her hand. She watched Chris reach under Mabel's skirt, saw Mabel spread her feet apart so he could get his hand all the way up.
"Goddamn, Chrisy, that feels nice. Yes, feel it all over; I want you to." She was moaning softly, her eyes narrow slits. "I feel so old and ugly with a beautiful young man like you."
"No, Mrs. Condon, you're beautiful."
She was, too. Mabel Condon was forty-six, and like her younger sister, quite beautiful. Her dark brown hair had traces of gray and she was too heavy, but still beautiful. Beauty was a family trait.
"Oh, Chris, I like that," Mabel said, moving herself against his hand. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes," the boy gasped.
"Let's go in the bedroom."
Mavis saw the boy tugging up his pants and felt panic; she had to hide. She looked around, and in desperation, rushed across the room and squatted down behind the bar, praying that Mabel didn't stop for another drink. Mabel was already a little drunk, Mavis could tell from her voice, but that didn't excuse what she... she... my God, she was going to let this boy fuck her. Mavis closed her eyes and prayed that she wouldn't be discovered.
The two passed through the room without stopping. Mavis waited a moment, then came from behind the bar. Instead of leaving, Mavis went down the long hall to the bedrooms. The door stood open. Her sister was already lying on the bed, her skirt up over her hips, her knees up, her fingers spreading her big hairy cunt for the boy to see.
"Do you want me like this or should I take all my clothes off?" Mabel said.
"Take all your clothes off," Chris Fraser said.
Mavis stifled a scream and rushed from the house.
"Did you hear a noise?" Chris said, nervously.
"No," Mabel said as she started to unbutton her dress.
Chris had known what would happen when Mabel saw him walking by her house and asked him to come in. That happened less than thirty minutes ago, and here they were in the bedroom.
Chris's best friend had told him that old lady Condon fucked young boys; she had already seduced him twice. She was kinda fat, but she was pretty and really liked fucking. His brother had fucked her, too, and several other guys, Ed told him.
So, if Chris hadn't been certain what would happen, he was shortly after entering the house. She was already tight and still drinking and kept touching him and looking at him in a way that even a fifteen year old boy couldn't misunderstand. She had stood very close to him and started kissing him and then put her hand inside his pants. Scared as he was, it hadn't taken long for him to get hard.
He had been very shy at first, and now in the bedroom, was still nervous. Mabel was certain he was a virgin.
She had her dress unbuttoned to the waist and started pushing if off her shoulders. She could see how nervous the boy was, and was glad. She always picked the less than popular boys, not the big wheels; they were too aggressive, too much like grown men, though she couldn't remember turning down a grown man if the situation was right. But she really preferred young boys, younger than Chris, even. It had thrilled her when she reached into his pants and felt how tiny and soft his cock was. It surprised her, too, how much he had grown. She hadn't expected his cock to be as big as it was. She had wanted to kneel and take it in her mouth, but she had saved that. She wasn't going to save it much longer.
"Did Eddie tell you he had gone to bed with me?" she asked.
Chris hesitated, not wanting to get his friend in trouble, then said, "Yes."
"I'm glad. I wanted him to. What did you think when he told you he'd fucked me?"
"At first I thought he was lying, then I wished it had been me."
"You don't have to wish anymore, Chris; it is you."
She sat on the bed, her dress wadded around her hips. Her tits were huge, almost frightening to Chris, and bulged out of her brassiere.
"Do you think I'm fat, Chris?" she asked.
"Well... I, uh... maybe a little," he stammered, afraid to tell the truth, but more afraid to lie.
"And you still want to fuck me?"
"Aw, Mrs. Condon, you're beautiful, too. 'Course I still want to fuck you."
"Then come over here and unfasten my brassiere."
He approached slowly, and when he was close enough, she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him close.
"Put your arms around me, hug me while you undo my bra."
She felt his arms go around her and shuddered with excitement. It was what turned her on the most, a young boy hugging her, holding her close. She felt her bra strap come free and sighed; it felt so good. She liked her tits free, naked and available, swinging and swaying for a delighted male's eyes.
"Get undressed, Chris, so we can lie down together."
Mabel watched the boy slowly disrobe, her skin prickly with excitement. The anticipation was always such a big part of fucking. She tried to remember her first seduction; it seemed so long ago. It had taken her a long time to get enough courage to make her first advance, but once the ice had been broken, many a boy tasted of the flesh of Mabel Condon.
When Mabel was young, she was known as a hot number and it didn't really change after she married Clyde Condon. Clyde was a heavy drinker even then, and when they went to a dance he would dance with Mabel once and then proceed to see how drunk he could get. He always got very drunk and usually passed out. It was a common slogan that after Clyde passed out, Mabel put out. Mavis didn't know of her sister's promiscuity, but Ralph, Clyde's younger brother did, even before Ralph and Mavis were married.
When Chris was naked, Mabel stretched her arms out to him. She had pulled her dress off and was completely naked herself.
"Come here, darling, come into my arms," she cried.
Once locked in embrace, Chris's temerity seemed to dissolve. She could feel his cock against her thigh, hard and throbbing. She wanted to suck him, but needed him inside her, too. She rolled onto her back, bringing the boy up on top of her. She found his cock with her hand and quickly guided him in.
"Ahhhh, heavenly," she sighed, when she felt him penetrate. "Now fuck me, Chris. Have you fucked before?"
"No," Chris admitted.
"Just move it in and out. It'll feel so good. Not too fast, but not too slow. Ahhhhh, honey, good, good!"
Chris's cock wasn't very big, but size didn't matter to Mabel, the game was the thing. She'd had one boy of eleven whose cock was so small he couldn't keep it in, and still she'd come. That was her problem: she could always come, and with anyone, anywhere. She would come with Chris, just as she had with all her other boys, and she would come more than once.
She felt her thighs getting hot and knew it wouldn't be long. "Oh, Chris, fuck mamma, fuck mamma hard!" she screamed.
She had no way of knowing how badly Chris wanted to fuck his divorcee mamma. She was a very attractive woman and careless about her dress when at home. Chris had a hard-on most of the time. He had heard her when she brought a man home, too. He always masturbated then.
"Yes, mother; oh yes, mother," he gasped, plunging his little prick harder, faster.
Mabel heaved under the boy. She was coming and it was wonderful, her belly was quivering with the only kind of pleasure she wanted any more. Nothing else mattered at this moment.
In her anxiety she forgot about the boy imbedded inside her, and fucked so vigorously that she brought him off long before she had intended. He grunted and jabbed furiously as his little prick spewed its goo into her seething cunt.
"Oh, my darling, I didn't mean for you to come yet," she wailed.
"Goddamn, that was good," Chris gasped, his prick falling free.
Mabel held him tightly.
"You don't have to go yet."
"I really should," he said.
"Why?"
"Well... your husband might come home."
"He won't be home for hours."
At this moment, Mabel didn't care if he never came home.
"Here, rest with me for a while," she said, and pillowed his head against her soft tits.
They lay side by side for a long while, Chris seeming to doze against her tits, Mabel gently caressing his cock and balls all the while. She glowed inside when she had a boy like this; it was almost as good as the fucking. Some boys wouldn't do it; Chris seemed to thrive on it. He nuzzled her breasts and then had a nipple in his mouth.
"Yessss, honey," she hissed, "suck it. I like that."
He sucked at her until he had both nipples hard and throbbing. His cock had come up again, too, and lay hard in her hand.
"Oh, my darling boy," she cooed, "you sucked me and made me feel nice, now I'll do the same for you."
Chris wasn't sure what she intended, but assumed she meant to suck his tits when she started kissing his chest. She kissed all over his chest and suckled hungrily at each tiny nipple. It tickled and sent little chills racing clear down to his cock. He was surprised that it made his cock tingle so.
He held his breath when she moved down to his stomach and even kissed along the fringe of his pubic hair. His cock stood straight up, throbbing in the air. The breath whooshed from his lungs when all of a sudden his cock was in her mouth. Oh God, she was sucking his cock; it was exquisite.
It was exquisite for Mabel, too. Her temple throbbed, her spine tingled, and her cunt ached with excitement. She had his whole prick in her mouth, sucking feverishly.
Chris looked at the woman on her hands and knees, his cock thrust into her mouth. It was better than when he had fucked her, her mouth far more active and stimulating than her cunt. Her cunt was as wet, but it didn't suck like her mouth. She was going to pull the stuff right out of him.
Mabel had her hand between her legs and almost crumpled when her first orgasm hit. She always came hard when she sucked a boy's cock and played with her pussy. She couldn't understand how a boy could pop his nuts and fall back satisfied, not even wanting more, when she could get more pleasure from the second come than the first, and it was coming now, intense and strong. She would get at least four before Chris came, each one sharp and jolting.
Chris started to come then, and she tasted the first little wad of gooey gunk. It was slippery and tasted pasty and hot. She swallowed and drew more into her mouth. She sucked until he was dry and then rolled onto her side.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"God, yes," he answered.
"Can you stay a while longer?"
"Yes," he said.
Mabel was delighted, most boys were totally disinterested after the first come, let alone the second.
They rested again and then started all over. He fucked her for a while and then asked her to do it with her mouth. She took his cock fresh from her cunt and sucked him to a third jolting spend. She had lost count of her own.
After he had gone, Mabel marveled at her find. He would be good for many hours of pleasure before he tired of her.
She went down to the bar and poured whiskey into a glass. She felt very good, completely satisfied, but she needed a drink, too. She didn't want to get drunk, not with company coming for supper, but a couple of whiskeys wouldn't hurt anything.
A little later she noticed Mavis's coat in the hall and frowned. Had Mavis come by and seen her and the boy? She was feeling pretty good from the whiskey now, and decided to worry about it later.
Mavis had left the house and driven out of town and once on the highway had gone very fast. She got the speedometer over a hundred before she calmed herself and slowed down. It always made her feel good to drive very fast when she was upset, and she was upset now. She didn't want to go to dinner at her sister's now, but knew that she would, and she knew she would hide her feelings and act as if nothing had happened. Ralph had said she was a slut, but Mavis had always closed her ears and hated her husband for telling such lies. She decided she would have to find something else to hate him for. It wouldn't be difficult.
She returned home and parked the car. She peeked in on Terri and found the girl on her bed asleep in the nude, silly girl. She went back downstairs and mixed herself a strong scotch and water. She felt better quickly.
She wished now she had stayed and watched a little longer. It surprised her how thinking of it now made her juices flow. Mavis had always liked Chris and wondered now if her sympathy hadn't really been a desire for the boy to look at her and not her daughter. She rejected the idea as rubbish. It was ridiculous to imagine she could be jealous of her own daughter or her sister over a little boy. She had always wanted a son, though.
Doubts of her sexuality crowded into her mind like it had been doing a lot recently. Her husband didn't pay much attention to her as a woman any more; oh, he fucked her, and when he fucked her, he fucked her good because Ralph was a real man, not a slob like Clyde, but he didn't do it very often anymore.
They went to dinner, but it was something of a bomb, as usual. Ralph finally let Terri leave and they tried to play some bridge, but Clyde passed out.
After they got home, they started to argue.
"I don't approve of your sister and I never have. I tried to talk Clyde out of marrying her in the first place. She drinks too much. She was half looped when we got there," Ralph said.
"Ralph, for Christ's sake, your brother's the one who passed out," Mavis yelled.
"Don't raise your voice, Mavis, I know that, and you don't need to curse at me. It's different when a man drinks, and did you see how she displayed herself? She always does."
Mavis couldn't argue that point. Funny, she had never really noticed before tonight. Mabel flaunted herself at men, even at Ralph, who hated her. Armed with her new knowledge, she saw her sister in a whole new light.
"She's a slut, your sister is a slut. I warned Clyde before he married her," Ralph said coldly.
Maybe you're right, just maybe, Mavis thought.. She glared at her husband, her eyes slits of hatred.
"How dare you say that to me, you sanctimonious sonofabitch," she snarled.
Ralph stiffened and almost hit her. He had his shirt half off and pulled it back on and said, "I'll sleep in the other room."
Mavis stared into the dark hall through the open door after he had gone. She knew her face was red with anger. She was seething. She suddenly realized that she wanted to get laid, and her intense anger made the urge even stronger, but Mavis had wanted it before and didn't get it and had lived through it. She was sure she would manage this time, too.
Ralph came back to the door.
"Is Terri in?" he said curtly.
"She beat us home, Ralph. She's in bed asleep."
Terri was in bed, but she wasn't asleep. She'd heard her parents arguing, and she lying on her stomach now, a pillow clenched tightly between her thighs. Her hips were moving violently; she was moaning.