Chapter 9
The delivery boy was a teenager, obviously a high school student with a part-time, after-school job.
Marion felt ashamed as she studied him, his lank blonde hair, slim body and innocent, cherubic face. It was hard to believe that she'd sunk to such depths, that she'd order groceries just so she could enjoy a good fuck with a lad young enough to be her son.
"Here's your order, ma'am," the boy said, standing in the doorway and staring wide-eyed at what he could see of her voluptuous body. "That'll be $20.37, if you don't mind."
"Of course," Marion replied. Disguising both her lust and her shame, she turned and walked back into the living room. "Come right in, young man. I'll get my purse."
Depositing the shopping bag on the hall table, the boy walked into the living room and sat gingerly on the edge of the couch.
Marion glanced at him over her shoulder before turning into her bedroom for her pocketbook.
In spite of her guilt, she knew she was going to go through with it and fuck him. She'd taken off her clothes minutes after calling the grocery store, changing into a skimpy terry cloth bathrobe that showed all of her plump, shapely thighs and allowed her huge tits to bounce freely without a bra.
The first thing he'd stared at when she'd opened the door was the ample, spongy cleavage of her melon-shaped tits. He was obviously interested, Marion thought, adding to herself that at least he'd learn how to fuck from an older woman who knew the ropes.
At least it was the lesser of two evils, Marion reasoned, as she searched her purse for the necessary change. She had to fuck this teenage boy, or another like him. It was either that or abandon herself utterly to lust and spread her legs for her own son.
She'd known for a week now, after hearing Tammy and her Johnny fucking their brains out when they thought they were alone in the house. Marion had heard her daughter squealing and groaning, continually praising the size of her son's cock. It had turned Marion on incredibly. She'd spent the next seven days with no interest in other men, fingerfucking her pussy constantly as she dreamed of sucking and fucking her own son's huge prick.
But she just couldn't let herself go through with the fantasy. In Marion's opinion, mother-son incest was the most pernicious sin on earth. She had to have an outlet, she'd realized. So that afternoon she'd called the grocery store for the home delivery, though her refrigerator was already well-stocked.
"Uh, ma'am?' the delivery boy called from the living room. "Do you want me to put this bag in your kitchen while you're looking for the money?"
"Uh, no, that's all right, young man! I'm coming!"
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Marion picked up her pocketbook and returned to the living room. Before she entered she loosened the sash holding her bathrobe together. Then she walked to the boy on the couch, smiling, knowing that he could now see most of her huge, swinging tits, all of her inner thighs and, probably, the fleecy curls fringing her cunt.
"I'm sorry I took so long."
The boy's eyes bulged as Marion sat next to him on the couch. A quick glance at the crotch of his jeans revealed a rapidly swelling cock, pushing the denim into a tent around his growing prick.
Marion smiled and squirmed across the couch until their legs touched.
"Here you go," she said, laying the exact change on the coffee table in front of them. "Now what about your tip?"
The boy was having a hard time taking his eyes from her voluptuous body. "We don't get tips, ma'am."
"Call me Marion. Now don't be silly, young man! After coming all the way out here with that big bag of groceries, the least you deserve is a little something for your trouble. You can be honest with me. You're just a high school student, aren't you? My son's about your age. What's your name?"
"Richard," the boy muttered distractedly. "Honest, ma'am, I mean Marion, we're not supposed to take money."
"Well, I'll give you something else, then. Don't you see something around here that you'd like?"
With these last, huskily spoken words, Marion laid her hand on the middle of Richard's slender thigh. Richard looked at it, flushing with embarrassment. There was no way either of them could ignore the rock-hard, twitching, throbbing prick pushing against his jeans only a few inches away.
"I ... I'm sorry, ma'am," Richard muttered ashamedly, flushing nearly crimson with embarrassment. "I can't help it, I guess. You're kind of, you know ... nice looking."
Marion smiled wantonly. "Why thank you, Richie! I guess that answers my question, too. I'll be your tip."
Richard shuddered and gasped as Marion slid her hand up his thigh, cupping his bulging cock. For several seconds she teased his prick through his jeans, tickling and pinching the outline of the knob. Then she unzipped his pants and groped in the opening for the naked shaft of his cock.
It popped out eagerly, stiff and throbbing. Marion was delighted to see that the delivery boy had quite a good-sized cock, very thick and at least six-inches long. She closed her hand around it and squeezed it hard, giggling as cum cream immediately appeared on the slit in the tip.
"Would you like a blow job, Richard?" Marion asked hotly, beginning to slowly beat his prick. "Have you ever had a girl suck on your cock before?"
Richard sighed and shook his head.
Giggling, Marion undid his belt buckle and slid his jeans and jockey shorts down his thighs, marveling at the thick cum stains that were already upon his cotton underwear. Obviously the poor boy had been dripping jism just while waiting for her to come back with the pocketbook.
His cock was a big one, and his balls were hairy and large. Marion dropped her hand between his hairless thighs and tenderly cupped his bloated balls. Then she lowered her head and began to lick his cock head, thrusting her tongue into his cock slit.
"Ungghh! Oh, muh-muh-Marion, that feels ... unnggghh!"
The delivery boy was beside himself with pleasure. His arrow-stiff cock pulsed and jerked wildly, so uncontrollably erect that Marion had to hold the base with her other hand just to keep his prick still.
Her fingers held the base of his cock as she slowly jacked him off. Opening her mouth, she slid her lips over his drooling cockhead and engulfed over half of his prick into her hot, buttery mouth.
"Unghhh! S-s-suck it, ma'am!" the boy stammered. He looked at her wildly, obviously unable to believe his good fortune. "It's so stiff now! Please, suck on my dick!"
Marion sucked wantonly, circling her lips wetly around the veined stiffness of his prick. It was the first prick she'd had in a week, and it tasted delicious to her, hot and salty and throbbing. She wanted to make this teenager's cock as stiff as steel, so he'd be uncontrollably anxious to fuck her.
Breathing through her nose, Marion slurped and slobbered noisily on his twitching cock. Her hand moved along the upthrust prickshaft, rhythmically jacking him off. Her cheeks puffed out and puckered inwards, increasing the suction around his cum-swollen cock.
"Ungghhh!" Richard grimaced and squirmed helplessly on the couch, almost unable to stand his pleasure as the gorgeous, horny housewife sucked his cock. "You're making me cum, Marion! Oh! Oh yes, that feels so good! You're making me cum!
Gulping shamelessly, Marion pushed her head down as far as she could until she had all of his prick down her throat and his cock-hairs tickled her nose. Then she began to heave her head quickly up and down, furiously fucking her face with his pulsing prick.
"I'm gonna cum!" Richard cried, lifting his ass off the couch. "I can't take it anymore! Oh fuck!"
Reluctantly but quickly, Marion pulled her lips from his prick. The thick cockshaft flopped and jerked obscenely as it lay straight up on his stomach, oozing jism profusely all over his shirt. If she'd kept sucking for another few seconds all his jism would have gushed down her throat.
"Aww, why'd you do it?" Richard whined, looking at her miserably as his cock throbbed and burned. "It felt so good! Oh ma'am, I was about to spurt!"
Marion rose to her feet and stood before him. "There's someplace better than that to drop your load, Richie," she explained huskily and opened her robe.
"Oh God, ma'am!"
The boy's eyes bulged to golfball-size as he studied her enormous, firm tits, capped by equally large nipples that were now stiff and crinkled with Marion's excitement. Gradually his gaze dropped to her hairy pussy triangle, focusing on the wet lips of her cunt.
"Like me, Richie?" Marion let the robe fall from her shoulders to the floor, leaving herself completely naked. Then she dropped her hand between her thighs and wantonly fingerfucked her dripping pussy inches in front of his face. "Wouldn't you rather shoot your cum here, in my cunt? I'll bet you've never fucked a girl before, have you? It feels really good!"
Richie's cock twitched with fresh excitement.
Marion lay on her back on the floor. She splayed her thighs wide and wiggled her ass on the living room carpet, completely baring the hair-fringed slit of her hungry cunt.
"Fuck me, Richie," she purred. "Come on, don't be afraid. It's easy to learn. Just ram your cock up my cunt."
Moaning, the delivery boy fell to his knees between her soft, creamy thighs. He crouched over her and bucked his ass, clumsily trying to find her small cunt opening with the tip of his prick.
Marion smiled, grasped his cock firmly and guided the knob into her cunt.
"Ungghhh!" Richie gasped as he felt the wet tightness of her pussy lips, nipping the crown of his cock. "Oh, Marion, that does feel good! Ohhhhh!"
"Ram it in me, Richie!" Marion demanded excitedly. "Go ahead, be a little man now. Fuck my cunt!"
Richie heaved forward, slowly stabbing his burning cock into the clasping, furnace-like heat of her drenched pussy. His jaw drooped as he felt his prick going into a cunt for the first time. Her pussy gradually enveloped his cock.
Marion was extremely horny. Grabbing the boy's little asscheeks, she tried to pull more of his prick into her pussy. Then she feverishly began to thump her ass off the carpet, pounding her cunt onto his cock.
"Buck your ass, Richie!" she cried. "That's right, move your cock, move it in and out! I'm so horny now! Please Richie, I need to get fucked!"
Clumsily, eagerly, Richie started fucking her. Up and down his asscheeks heaved, stroking his stiff prick between the clinging folds of her hairy pussy. His balls slapped her asscheeks, their bellies pounded together as they fucked.
"Ungghhh, Richie! You're a good little fucker! Do it harder, oh yes, fuck me haaaard!" Marion wrapped her legs tightly around his heaving back. Then she got down to some serious humping, hammering her cunt onto his cock again and again.
Richard fucked her faster and harder, quickly learning the motions and rhythms of fucking. His thrusting cock oozed jism continuously into her pussy, mingling with her gushing fuck juices until her cunt was as wet as a swamp.
"I'm ... I'm cumming, ma'am!" he groaned. "I can't hold it back any longer! Oh Jesus, your pussy's so tight!"
"I'm cumming too, Richie!" Marion clawed his back with her fingernails and pistoned her blushing ass like a machine, taking more of his hardened prick with every stroke. "Ungghhh! Oh Richie, oh shit, I'm making it now! Fuck meeeee, Richie! Ungghhh! Oh fuck, oh God, cuummmiinnggg!"
The explosion of cumming gushed through her tingling cunt, causing her pussy to flex and milk around Richie's prick. The inexperienced young boy never had a chance to hold back his load.
It gushed and shot and spurted from his pulsing cockhead, filling her pussy with what felt like whole pints of teenage cum.
Richie moaned and fucked her faster as the jism flooded out of his balls, squirting in torrents out of his wide-open cock-slit.
Marion consciously worked her cunt muscles, helping the eager young boy to blow his wad completely in her steaming pussy. But already she knew their fuck hadn't been good enough, as enjoyable and momentarily satisfying as it had been. Nothing except Johnny could take the place of her forbidden lust for her own son.