Chapter 5
Two days had passed, two days in which Mavis had done a great deal of soul searching. She knew she had done wrong, the guilt ate at her, but it had been the most thrilling night of her life, and she had enjoyed it thoroughly. The itch had been with her since the moment she left Harry's apartment. She was certain she was in love with him. She tried to convince herself it was lust, and not love, but failed.
Mavis turned off the hot water and went downstairs to the bar. She was trying to stop drinking during the day, but one scotch before her bath wouldn't hurt anything, and she needed it. Her body ached for Harry. She filled a glass half full of scotch and took a hefty swallow. It burned good, warmed quickly in her belly. Her dressing gown hung open and she looked down at her naked front, felt the fire in her cunt, and took another drink.
"Who the hell can that be?" she said, when the doorbell broke her silent reverie.
"Hello, Mrs. Condon," Chris Fraser said when she opened the door. "Is Terri home?"
"Of course not, she's in school," Mavis answered irritably. "Why aren't you?"
"I didn't feel good when I woke up. I got to feeling better and thought maybe Terri... "
"Chris, you had to know better than that," Mavis snapped.
Cltris hung his head. "Yeh, I guess so," he muttered, "but I was lonesome, needed someone to talk to. Could I come in for a while?"
"I was just about to take a bath, I... " She pulled her dressing gown tight, wasn't sure what she was feeling, and said, "Yes, for a little bit."
The boy followed her into the house and sat on the couch.
Mavis looked at the boy. He was so frail. She knew he had fucked her sister, had all but witnessed it, and had seemed to change since that day. Perhaps he had even been with Mabel since. He was still shy, nervous, but it was different, almost like he knew that appearing innocent was stimulating to an older woman.
"I was just having a drink; would you like one?" she said.
"Yeah," Chris said.
She replenished her glass and did the same to another.
"I like it straight sometimes," she said, handing him the glass.
"Me too," Chris said.
He took a drink, blanched visibly, and then took another. The scotch was smooth and the second swallow went down easier.
"You really don't drink, do you?" she said. "You're only fifteen, Chris."
"Almost sixteen," he said.
He took another drink and stared at her standing there clutching her robe. "Sit down beside me."
Mavis emptied her glass. She could feel the booze doing its work and sat down. Her robe was a frilly thing with no buttons, and difficult to keep closed.
"I shouldn't have let you come in, Chris; I'm barely dressed."
"God, Mrs. Condon, you're so beautiful," he said.
Mavis was trembling. She knew what she was doing, but couldn't stop herself. Her robe had fallen open and she knew he was staring.
"Why did you come over here, Chris? Do you think I'm like my sister?"
"I... what do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
She was no longer holding her robe, and her tits were all but bared.
"You... you know?" he asked.
"Yes, Chris, I know."
Chris reached out and felt one of her tits.
"Please, Chris, don't... "
"Oh, Mavis, let me, please let me," he cried.
It was the first time he had ever called her Mavis, and it excited her. What was happening to her? She knew this wasn't love, it was lust. She was sending vibes that even a fifteen-year-old couldn't miss. She'd known this would happen, wanted it to happen; otherwise, she'd have kicked the kid in the ass and sent him home the minute she opened the door.
"Chris, Chris... no, no, no," she moaned, pulling his face against her tits, pushing his hand down her belly into the thick hair of her cunt.
Her nipple hardened in his mouth. She hugged him tight with one arm while her other hand searched for his fly.
"Yes, honey yes, play with me," she moaned.
She fought his zipper down and reached inside. God, his little cock was so hard. She wondered if Ralph or Harry got that hard when they were fifteen. They didn't now. She pulled it out and squeezed it tight in her fist.
"God, Chris, you're so hard," she cried.
She let go of his prick and started pushing his head down. It all seemed so natural, so good, as she slowly lay down, easing his face to her crotch. She was on her back, her robe wide open, and pulled Chris's slim body on top of her. His clothing was harsh against her nakedness.
"Kiss me, Chris, kiss me," she said. She felt his hps on her pussy and hunched up. "Oh, Chris, darling," she cried.
She could feel his stiff prick poking against her neck, and moved herself enough to get it over her face. She lifted her head and took it into her mouth. She tasted the salty head, then pulled down on his ass, pushing his whole cock inside.
"Aw shit, Mavis, I... I... " he moaned, and started eating her cunt, his tongue pressing into her hole.
Mavis felt the gut pleasure of his mouth on her pussy, tasted the sweetness of his youthful prick, and understood her sister. The boy was young enough to be her son and he was going to make her come; God, how he was going to make her come. And she would make him come, too.
I understand, Mabel; I understand and I forgive you, Mavis thought, her belly churning with lust.
She felt the bliss of orgasm grab at her cunt and heaved up against his searching mouth. The head of his cock was in her throat, and it was going off, spitting its gooey stuff, slippery and hot. She held him to her face, emptying his cock.
Chris lay panting, his face still between her legs.
Mavis finally rolled him off and sat up. "Have you done that with Mabel?" she asked.
"Yes," Chris answered.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh yeah. You made me feel so good."
"You called me mother. Have you done it with her?"
Chris avoided her eyes.
"No," he said.
"I think we need another drink. We'll get a little drunk and you can pretend I'm your mother when you fuck me."
Chris shivered.
Mavis left her robe on the couch and went to the bar. They drank while she undressed him, and then sat cuddling and kissing. The boy got drunk quickly, Mavis not far behind. They stumbled up the stairs together and fell into bed, giggling drunkenly.
"Do you want me, Chris?" she said.
"God, yes," Chris said.
"Say it, tell me you want me."
"Mavis, I want you. I want to fuck you."
"And I want you to fuck me. I never wanted anything more. Get on top of me; let me feel you," Mavis asked.
He stretched out on top of her, pressing his throbbing prick against her mound. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around him. He felt so good.
"Let's just lay like this for a moment, Chris. Hold me tight, kiss me."
Their mouths locked together, tongues entwined. Her body tingled with anticipation. Harry had awakened something in her, something that she realized she was not able to turn off. She realized, too, how drunk she was, and good it felt to be drunk and rolling in bed with a man, or even a boy.
She didn't feel his hand between their legs, her first sensation coming when she felt his prick slide into her sheath. It went in so easy. She shivered, hunched against him. It wasn't very big, but it felt wonderful.
"Yes, Chris, yes, fuck me," she moaned.
Her legs came up, locked over his back. She smothered the skinny boy in her voluptuous body, rolling, hunching, bucking beneath him. It was thrilling, wonderful as his little cock pumped furiously into her cunt. She'd never dreamed illicit sex could be so much better. She squeezed his cock with her cunt and made him groan.
"Goddamn, Mavis, your cunt feels so good," he screamed.
"Yes, Chris... ahhhh, Goddamn, honey, I'm going to come. Keep fucking, fuck hard, hard. Ooooooh, baby, that feels so good, so very good."
She jerked under him, her cunt opening and closing on his prick.
Chris buried his face in her soft neck and went stiff. His cock was like a rock and jerked each time a wad of jizz squirted into her waiting pussy.
"Aw fuck!" he snorted and emptied his nuts.
They lay panting. His cock slipped out and stuck wetly to her thigh. He remained hard.
"Shit, Mavis, that was the best I've ever had," he said.
"Better than Mabel?"
"Yeah, lots better."
He meant it, too. Her cunt was tighter than Mabel's, and the way she snugged it around him was unbelievable. She was prettier, too, and not as fat.
"How many times have you had her?" Mavis asked.
"Lots of times, now. I went over to her house every day but one last week. But I didn't want to today. I wanted you."
"That's why you came over?"
"Yes."
"Did you think I'd let you?"
"I wasn't sure, but I was hoping, and when you let me come in, I knew it would happen."
"You're still hard. I can feel you."
"Sometimes, I can just stay hard."
"I hope this is one of those times."
"It is. You make me stay hard."
Mavis shivered. Maybe a young boy was the best kind.
She felt terribly drunk, her head fuzzy, reeling, drugged with alcohol and sex. She realized Chris was loving her, but she could only lie and moan, and accept the intense pleasure she felt. His mouth was on her breast now, and she shivered. Chris Fraser was only a boy, but he was a very sensual boy.
He sucked at her nipples until they burned. They stood out red and hard, aching for more. He raised up and nuzzled each taught nipple at the hole in his prickhead, then bunched her plump tits and masturbated between them until he was moaning, his cock as hard as when they'd begun, maybe harder.
"Not yet," he said, and stopped, letting her fabulous boobs fall loose.
He gave her nipples several more hard sucks and then slid his mouth to her armpit. He licked and kissed both before moving down and up over her heaving belly. He left her navel filled with spit and attacked her cunt, spreading it open with his fingers for the invasion of his tongue.
Mavis grunted, and sagged back down as he ravished her pussy hole. She was on the verge of a violent come when he stopped.
"No, no," she moaned, "I'm so close, honey."
"Roll over," he ordered.
God, it was just like Harry had done, only he had already worked over her cunt. She rolled over.
He kissed the backs of her thighs, spreading them wide and licking at the tender insides. He worked up to her crotch and she lifted so he could get at her cunt again, but he ignored it, spreading her cheeks open and drawing his tongue wetly from bottom to top and then down again. He licked again, deep in the slit this time, and stopped at her tiny, puckered hole. His lips pressed tight to her anus, his tongue pushing hard.
Mavis felt the new excitement buckle in her belly. It was a different thrill, deep in her gut. Had Mabel taught the boy to do this? She didn't know, of course, that Harry had sent her around the world several times, and she had passed the knowledge on to the boy. She had only encountered a couple of boys that had been willing, and Chris was far and away the best, the most willing to do anything and everything she wanted, and the best at it. He was a natural.
Mavis moaned while he sucked her ass, ashamed at her delight, disgusted with her pleasure, but it was too good to stop him. He pushed his tongue in deep, and reamed her slowly with long push-pulls of his tongue.
He stopped again when she was at a frenzied peak, and got up over her. She didn't know what he was doing until he had spread her cheeks wide and she felt his stiff prick at her anus. She tried to pull away, but he held her with surprising strength. Her butt was slick with his spit and with one hard surge and his cock split her asshole and went inside. It hurt and she grunted loudly.
"No, Chris, no. Stop! That's nasty," she cried.
Chris held her and pressed in. His cock went in slowly, inch by inch. "Jesus, your tight," he said.
It hurt, felt like he was ripping her open, but it tingled, too, tingled with a sensation she'd never felt. She wailed for him to stop, yet she gyrated her ass, taking in more of his pecker until he was pressed tight against her, his meat in to the hilt. He started fucking then, slowly at first, but picking up speed when she relaxed.
"Oh, my God, Chris, good, good, Where did you learn this?" she cried.
He didn't answer, just fucked steadily into her ass. Mabel had taught him, lifting her big ass to him the second time he came to visit. Mavis's hole was much tighter, though, and he knew he would come quickly, too quickly, and slowed his thrusting. He sank it in all the way and rested.
"Yes, Chris, go slow. It feels so good. I don't want you to ever stop," she cooed.
It amazed her that such a nasty thing could feel so good. Until now, she didn't know that such a thing was possible. She had never heard of ass fucking. It amazed her, too, that she had such strong feeling there, even though her excitement when she was kissed there should have been a clue. She wiggled her ass, wanting him to start again.
Chris started moving, drawing in and out with long, steady strokes untl he was sure he was almost there. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbing a tit in each hand, and started jerking rapidly, his cock flying in and out of her ass. He felt the first spurt leave his cock at the same time her pucker ring tightened on him. Her sphincter tightened and loosed on his shaft, milking spurt after spurt from his bulging cockhead.
Mavis was coming, too. Coming like she never imagined possible. It was deep in her belly like a ball of bursting flame. Unlike her cunt, she could feel each burst of fresh goo as it spewed into her ass. It was like soothing cream, warm and slippery.
"Don't stop, Chris, please," she cried.
Her asshole was wet with his come and he kept pumping. She brought her ass up, almost screaming, and felt a new wave of intense pleasure. She was coming again.
"Chris, Chris, wonderful, sweet and wonderful Chris," she moaned when at last he lay still, his cock soft but still buried deep in her ass.
Chris was spent, just as he had been spent after every bout with Mabel. This was better, though, more satisfying than with Mabel. It had to be the next best thing to fucking his mother. He lay breathing hard, holding her marvelous tits, the nipples still hard against his palms.
Mavis was covered with a thin film of sweat, her chest heaving, her belly glowing with deep, satisfied pleasure. She had never felt so warm and good before. It was the most satisfying fuck she had ever experienced. His cock was still in her ass and it felt wonderful, too. She found it easy to hold him in, even though he was completely soft. She didn't want to ever let go.
Chris finally freed himself. She clung to him, kissing and hugging, but he insisted he had to go. They had spent a long time together and it was getting late.
After he had gone, she was glad he'd had the presence of mind to realize how late it was. If he'd left it up to her, Terri would have come home and found them together. She crawled under the covers and fell into a drunken sleep. If Ralph came home and was angry because she had gotten drunk, he could go fuck himself, she thought.
Terri was coming up the street when Chris ran from the house. She called to him, but he evidently didn't hear, and went on across the street, stumbling, but not falling. He stumbled again in his front yard and fell on the grass. He was such a clumsy boy.
He had changed, though, and very suddenly. Terri couldn't put her finger on it, but he was different somehow, more self-assured, like he had suddenly grown up. He used to look at her like a lovesick kid, but now he looked at her like Kenny did sometimes. Maybe he was just realizing what sex was about. Terri wasn't interested, though. He was too much of a kid.
She found her mother in bed.
Mavis woke up when Terri entered the room.
"Hi, Terri," she said. "Don't feel good; wanna sleep."
"Wasn't Chris just here?"
"I heard the doorbell. Just didn't feel like answering. Let me sleep for awhile," she said, and dropped off.