Chapter 6
As it turned out, Lars never did get around to fucking Mrs. Thompson's hot cunt. A few minutes after the most memorable climax of her life, Lars was hard again-but her insurance agent picked that time to arrive at her front door. So Lars packed away his meaty cock, with her goodbye kiss still wet on its tip, and dressed, sweatier and dirtier than he'd been before his shower.
"Jeez," he muttered as he walked through town, thinking what a sensation he'd make if all the old ladies shopping in the discount stores knew he was walking around with Mrs. Thompson's cunt-juice drying on his chest. He grinned to himself. He'd have to reevaluate some of the older broads in this town. A few wrinkles don't a prune make, he thought, and chuckled.
When he arrived home, he felt that something was different between himself and his mother, and wondered if she'd found his porno mags. Without being obvious about it, he went to his room after showering, walking with just a towel around his hips and leaving his old clothes in the hamper.
Olga caught a glimpse of her half-naked son through the long hallway as he started up the stairs to his room. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered the size of his adolescent cock and his fat, round balls beneath. She wondered if he was going to jerk off now. She hated herself for her weakness, but she was so worked up after seeing him last night. After her discovery of what she meant to him from his writings, and from Cindy's eager little tongue, she hoped he would jerk off just so she could watch and finger her pussy.
But she didn't dare follow him so obviously in the daytime. At night, when he was in his room and the hall was dark, she'd risk peeping at him, but not now.
"Lars," she called. "I almost forgot to tell you. Cindy was here looking for you. I think she's expecting you to call her, or at least walk over."
She was still a little nervous about her escapade with the young girl. The things they'd done were so depraved . . . and no court of law would excuse her weakness, nor believe that so young a girl had actually seduced her. Cindy had promised not to say anything to Lars,, and all Olga could do was hope that not a hint slipped out when Lars and her were ... intimate.
She stopped. Such a word to use. But Cindy was still a virgin, so they weren't fucking. What word could she use to describe the things they did? There wasn't one she could think of.
Lars quickly checked and saw that his mags had been replaced in a different order than he'd left them. He smiled. It sure as hell wasn't subtle, but what the hell-now she knew. If he could keep increasing her horniness, maybe he'd get lucky. He was sure his cock would stay stiff with his mother. He had none of the misgivings about fucking her that he'd had with Mrs. Thompson.
After dressing, he left to visit Cindy. His mother probably figured he was going to finger-fuck the little girl, and get his prick played with. She'd shit if she knew he and Cindy were eating each other. Maybe he ought to let her find out somehow.
Cindy was an only child, too, and her father had left her mother right after she'd been born. Lars knew it wasn't nice, but he couldn't help being glad she didn't have any brothers or an old man to hassle him. It made dealing with her on her own ground a hell of a lot easier.
He walked up the back porch of her house and knocked. When he heard her mother call out, he opened the door and stepped into their kitchen.
"Hi, Mrs. Lucas," he said. "Cindy home?"
"She's in the rec room, Lars. Go right on in."
Lars knew his way around the house and tried to sneak up on the girl, but she was waiting for him. She lifted her sweater, showing him her tits, and asked loudly, "Can I get you something to eat?"
"Shhhhh!" Lars acted scared, looked over both his shoulders suspiciously, then said in a low voice, "How about a cherry?"
Cindy giggled and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them down and showed him her puff of hair. He saw her small pink cunt-lips under it, and smiled.
"If you want it, Lars, it's yours," she said softly.
Taking mincing steps because of the jeans around her knees, she walked up to him and put her arms around him. Lars kissed her deeply, fondling the sweet curves of her bare ass as she rubbed her pussy against the front of his pants.
When they broke the kiss, Cindy looked up at him with bright eyes. "I love you, Lars," she said.
Lars felt uncomfortable because he couldn't say the same thing to her. He knew she was waiting to hear it. "Cindy," he said, stroking her bare back under the sweater. "I like you an awful lot, better than anyone, but I don't know if I'm in love. You're awful young. I'm just not sure. But I promise you I won't take your cherry until I am, OK?"
"Oh, Lars . . . I-I've changed my mind. It's not fair to make you wait, or to use that to try to get you to love me. I want you to fuck me, as often as you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't love me. Just so you don't love someone else!" she added, scowling at him in mock anger.
Lars kissed her again. He located the wet bottom of her little pussy, and it was hot and loose, waiting for him. He ran a finger into the hole a little ways, and she grunted and went on tiptoe as he pushed against her cherry.
"Ohhh, Lars, I want you so much! But we can't do it right now. Not with Mom here!"
"I know," he said, smearing her slick, warm juice all around the outside of her hole, and pulling at her pouting folds. "But just touching you is more fun than going all the way with anyone else."
Cindy snuggled into his chest. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," she sighed, squirming her ass as his fingers tormented her itchy pussy.
"We'd better go talk to your mother before she gets suspicious," Lars said, reluctantly sliding his fingers up the crack of her ass and then away. He held them in front of his face so she could see how wet they were. "See how much I care for you?" he asked.
Cindy smiled contentedly as he slowly kissed them clean. "I'd do the same for you, too," she said, fondling the soft bulge in his pants.
The two horny teenagers rearranged their clothes and walked into the kitchen. Cindy's mother was taking a bottle from the cupboard, and Lars saw that it was a liquor bottle.
"Oh," the woman said, looking a little embarrassed. Her face was red, Lars noticed, and he wondered why she should act so guilty over their seeing her preparing a drink.
Cindy said, "Think we'll sit on the porch a while, Mom," and she led Lars outside.
When they were seated, Lars leaned over and asked in a low voice why her mother was acting so funny.
"Oh," Cindy giggled. "Don't you ever wonder how I got so horny so quick?"
When he reached for her, she slipped his hands away. "No, I don't mean horny now, I meant horny when I was real young."
Lars shook his head. It had never really occurred to him to think about her introduction to sex. But now she'd aroused his curiosity.
"So tell me," he said, inching closer and slipping a hand under the back of her sweater where no one could see. He rubbed the smooth warmth of her back, paying special attention to the valley at the base of her spine.
"Ummm," Cindy sighed. "You saw the bottle. Well, when Mom gets horny, she drinks a lot, then goes into her room and plays with her pussy. Sometimes I watch. That's how I first learned what my pussy was for. You know, I didn't even have hair on it then!"
"You don't have much, now," Lars grinned, sliding his hand down to the beginning swells of her cute ass.
Cindy suddenly thought of Lars' mother naked, and compared her with her own mother. Cripes! She was shocked to discover that now that she'd fucked one woman, her own mother's body was just as exciting.
Cindy didn't feel guilty about making it with Lars' mother. That wasn't really cheating, because Olga was another woman, not a boy. She'd never do anything with another boy. But the more she thought about her mother getting ready to play with her own wet cunt, the more she wanted to go and watch, as she'd done so many times before. Only this time, knowing as she did how good a pussy tasted, she wanted to help her mother! Lars' thoughts weren't much different than Cindy's. He hadn't noticed Mrs. Lucas before, but since his adventure with Mrs. Thompson he was giving every older woman a careful eye. And Cindy's mother wasn't bad at all. Her large tits stretched her blouse nicely, and she had a big round jiggly ass that he knew would make a great cushion for his belly if he ever got around to fucking her doggie-style.
"Uhh, Cindy, I hope you don't get mad, but would you mind if I, I mean we, sorta, uh, peeked at your Mom? I've never seen a woman playing with herself, ya know? It'd really turn me on!"
Cindy smiled. The idea appealed to her. She'd wanted to suggest the same thing, but was afraid he'd think her too kinky.
"Come on," she said, standing up. "But we've got to be real careful."
Slowly sneaking back into the house, Cindy and Lars both felt flushed as they heard some throaty mumblings behind the woman's closed bedroom door. Lars beat Cindy to the keyhole and peered through it.
"Jeez!" he said, forgetting to whisper. "She's got a fuckin' dildo in her hand!"
"Sushhh!" Cindy hissed, then bent to look. She'd been unaware that her mother owned a dildo, unless she'd bought it recently.
Lars was right, her mother was holding a monstrous, rippled dildo in one hand. Her other hand held a three-quarters empty bottle. She was mumbling and swaying drunkenly. Placing the bottle on the bedside table after one last drink, she reached under her dress and pulled her panties down, staggering as she did so. When they were hanging off one ankle, she stumbled, braced herself against the arm of a large stuffed chair, and wagged her foot until they fell off. Then she collapsed over the arm of the chair.
"She's out," Cindy said. "I've seen her like this before."
"Let's go in," Lars said suddenly, his cock itching as he stared at the jackknifed woman whose big ass thrust high in the air. Even through her skirt, he could make out the depression of her split asscheeks.
Without thinking, Cindy said, "Yeah," for reasons of her own. She opened the door and Lars followed. Mrs. Lucas' eyes were closed, but he could still hear some of her mumblings.
"... Oh, Jack, fuck me . . . ". she slurred drunkenly. "My ass, split my fuckin' ass with your horse-cock, damn you! Can't get it up . . . you shit . . . damn you! Work me up, you gotta fuck me The two teenagers licked their lips as the woman mumbled and wiggled her upthrust ass. Lars looked at Cindy and unzipped his jeans. His hard, long cock jumped out, taut and shiny-tipped.
Cindy gripped it and yanked the loose skin over the shaft up and down. But she was staring at her mother and the big dildo lying on the chair.
"Ohhh, please!" Mrs. Lucas groaned pitifully. "Fuck me, bugger me, I need it so baaaad . . . ohhhh, my aching cunt!"
"Jeez!" Lars said. "She sounds like she's in pain!"
"Yeah," Cindy said. "I feel the same way, sometimes, when you're teasing just before I come."
Lars reached out and lifted the woman's dress off her ass. He stared excitedly at the lush swell of her white cheeks. Below them was a fat, hairy cunt whose pink, wet lips glistened with what looked like drops of dew. Lars whistled.
"Cindy?" he began, and then noticed that she was no longer playing with his cock. She had the dildo in her hands and was staring at it with rapt fascination.
She noticed his gaze. "Well," she said, somewhat defensively, "she is in pain, sorta ..."
"Wow!" Lars exclaimed. Cindy always surprised him with her daring. What a mind for such a young girl.
"What're you going to do with that?" he asked. "Stick it in your own mother?"
"Wouldn't you help your Mom out?" Cindy giggled, pointing at Lars' long, throbbing prick.
Lars felt his face burn as Cindy's joke hit home. He sure would, and one of these days . . .
"Come on," Cindy said. "Help me undress her."
Lars worked on the semi-conscious woman's blouse with nervous fingers while Cindy unhooked her skirt. Finally, he had the blouse off and tugged the cups of her bra down. Cindy's Mom was generously endowed, and her fleshy white tits dangled heavily between her arms.
Looking at Cindy to see if he was going too far, he filled his hands with the pear-shaped contours of those tits. His palms burned from the heat of her huge, crinkly areolas and thumb-thick nipples. His cock felt like it was growing larger, and his balls felt as if a lead weight were attached to them. His piss-slit began drooling pre-cum.
Cindy was sitting between her mother's parted legs, rubbing the bulbous tip of the huge rubber cock around the wiggly lips of her cunt. The dildo was parting the elastic rim of the woman's winking pussy-hole as Cindy added pressure to her rubbing. Lars saw that narrow opening resisting momentarily, then give way beneath the increased pressure.
"Uhhhhh, yesssss!" Mrs. Lucas groaned. "Fuck me, Jack, fuck my cunt. Joe, Joe, where are you? I need it up my ass! Brown me hard, dammit!"
Her ass squirmed wildly as her teenage daughter worked the rubber dick deeper and deeper into her gushing cunt. Cindy was breathing hard as she stared at the thick, pink lips stretched around the fake cock. Being this near a bare cunt reminded her of her session with Lars' mother, and she had an uncontrollable urge to experience lesbian sex again. Incestuous lesbian sex, she realized for the first time, but the knowledge didn't bother her.
But what would Lars think? Would he understand, or would he be shocked or even jealous? But when Cindy saw her boyfriend eyeing her mother's wobbling ass, she knew how to work things out.
And her mother was asking for an ass-fuck, something Cindy had never had the courage to try. Her bung was so tiny, and so sensitive! Maybe watching someone else-her mother!- get fucked in the ass would give her the courage. She knew Lars would love to fuck her cute ass, and it'd be a great way to keep her cherry and not get pregnant.
"Go on, Lars," Cindy said, "she wants it. Do it to her in the ass."
Lars' jaw dropped. "You, uhh, you won't mind? I mean, you wouldn't be jealous or anything?"
"Of my own mother? When she doesn't even know what's going on, or who you are?" Cindy pumped the dildo harder and heard her mother groan with pleasure. "Go on," she said again. "I'll sit here and watch. You want me to suck your balls while you fuck her?"
"Wow, yeah!"
Lars straddled Cindy's body and quickly spread Mrs. Lucas' excitingly quivering asscheeks. The damp crevice was nearly hairless, and darker-skinned than the rest of her ass. In the center was a brownish-pink, crinkled little ring that looked far too tiny to ever take his cock.
"Ohhh," Cindy said, checking out her mother's asshole.
Lars probed the hot entrance with a fingertip, pushing gently, digging into the center of the tightly puckered hole. "She's not big enough," he said nervously.
But Cindy's mother continued to moan about getting ass-fucked. As the girl plunged the hard rubber cock in and out of her now sloppy cunt, the woman hunched her ass back at the stiffened finger.
"Get your finger out of there," Cindy said. "I know what's the matter."