Chapter 2

Roy and Helen weren't the only people awake in the Brewster house. Their teenaged son Justin was in a sweat as he finally pulled his ear away from the wall after listening to them for nearly an hour. She'd sucked him off again. His mother had sucked off his father and now they would go to sleep and there was nothing to hear any more. They never fucked after she blew him. He knew all about it because his mother had told him. He and his mother had been fucking for a long time, and he knew about everything she did with his father. Almost everything. He guessed there were one to two things she wouldn't tell him about. She as much as admitted it once when she said it wasn't good for him to know everything.

Now Justin went back to his bed, and he stretched out naked on his bed with his cock in his hand. His prick was so hard there was no way he could get to sleep without whacking off. He wanted her in there with him, his mother in his bed, but of course there was no way to get that. It wasn't that easy any more because his father didn't go out of town that often. Lately he'd been getting the idea that maybe his mother was avoiding him. He hadn't banged her in nearly two weeks and the last time they did it she said something about needing to see girls his own age.

Sure, he thought. He was interested in girls his own age. He was getting close to that Christie Paulsen across the road and he expected to fuck her any day now. She was a gorgeous little blonde with solid tits and a perfect ass and he was dying to get into her pants.

But in the meantime what he wanted was his mother.

He remembered the first time now as he slowly stroked his cock with his fist. His father was out of town on a business trip. His mother had come into his room wearing a robe over her underwear. She sat down on the edge of his bed and said she wanted to talk to him. She beat around the bush for a minute or two and then she came right out and asked him if he'd been playing with himself.

Sure, he'd been playing with himself, he'd been whacking off like crazy for years. But he denied it, hoping that nothing showed in his face, that she couldn't tell he was lying. When she asked about wet dreams, he said he never had them. That was the truth, of course. By the time he got to sleep at night, he'd already jerked off and emptied his balls.

Then she asked him if his prick got very hard very often and he said sometimes. At that very moment his cock was as hard as a rock under the sheet and he was doing his best to keep one knee up so she wouldn't see it. She made him dizzy sitting so close to him, close enough so that his body tingled.

Then she asked him about his prick. "Is it hard right now?"

He felt like crawling under the bed and she saw the answer in his face. She thought it was funny. She teased him, pulling at the sheet, gradually pulling it away, pulling it down over his belly while he tried to hold it back to keep himself covered.

"It's all right," she said. "I just want to have a look."

Then the sheet was down and her hand was inside his pajamas and her fingers feeling around the base of his cock.

She kept saying it was all right. In the meantime, her creeping hand moved over his stiff dick and she curled her fingers around it and held it. She said something about how hard it was and then she asked him if he was sure he never played with it.

He continued denying that he ever jerked off and she started lecturing him about how he shouldn't ever masturbate because it could get to be a bad habit. Then she talked about his cock, about how hard it was, and she said when he grew up, he was going to make some woman very happy with it.

"Let me feel your balls," she said. "I haven't done that since you were a baby, but you're sure not a baby any more, are you?"

He was more excited than he'd ever been in his life as her fingers fondled and rolled his swollen nuts. She kept her wrist pressed against his cock and his great fear was that he would suddenly come and make a mess all over her.

She eased onto the bed then, stretched out beside him and cuddled closer. She kissed his cheek and then she pulled away as if she'd suddenly decided it was going too far. He stopped her, begged her not to go, made her promise to stay with him a little longer.

"If you really want me to," she said.

She took hold of his cock again and this time she pressed against him and squirmed around until he realized the back of his hand was pressing against the mound of her pussy through her robe. He almost shot off right then. He balled his hand into a fist and kept it there while she gently stroked his prick and blew her hot breath into his ear. He could feel her big tits against his arm, her pussy against his fist and her fingers closed around his cockshaft. He went crazy trying to hold back, trying to avoid coming. Then she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Her thighs opened and closed over his fist and her hand kept milking his prick slowly, up and down, up and down, and then finally it was too much and he mashed his mouth against hers and blew his load all over her and himself and the bed. She kept squirming her pussy on his ball' ed first, milking his prick with her hand and getting her come on his fist while she did it. Less than a week later, he fucked her for the first time and stepped into heaven.

Justin came now, groaning at the memories, shuddering as he watched his jism shoot up like a white fountain in the air over his belly. He kept pumping his prick, pulling all the hot spunk out of his balls, and then finally his free hand found the towel that was already on the bed and he closed his eyes and covered his crotch with it.

She's a bitch, he thought. She had the most beautiful cunt in the world and she was a complete bitch. Maybe she was right about girls his own age. Maybe he was too obsessed with her.

You need Christie Paulsen, he thought. He fell asleep thinking about Christie's blonde hair. Her snatch hair. His mother had a dark hairy cunt and he wondered what Christie's pussy looked like.

"No, I don't want to," Christie said.

They were alone in her house, and now Justin was leaning over her and kissing her and sliding his hand between her legs. They'd gone this far before and he had no intention of stopping now.

He forced her knees apart. She'd just come out of a shower and he knew she had nothing on under the robe.

"Justin, stop it, what are you doing?"

"Shit, you damn well know what I'm doing!"

He went down on his knees in front of her, pulling at her robe and then spreading her legs. She pushed a hand down to protect her pussy, but it was too late. He already had his mouth on her, his lips kissing the top of her slit, his tongue lapping at her clit. What a sweet blonde pussy she had. Lots of hair, but it was blonde. He kept his mouth pressed against her cunt and paid no attention to her protests.

She moaned. She tried to force his face out of her crotch with both hand. But his elbows kept her legs spread apart and she was helpless. His tongue slithered up and down her slit and over her clit. A violent shudder shook her body, her ass humping off the sofa as the pleasure hit her. "Oh, Justin, please ..."

He kept on with it. Her pussy tasted so different from his mother's. He loved sucking his mother's cunt, but this was something else. Christie was cherry. Her pussy had more of a fishy smell than his mother's, but it didn't bother him. He liked the way she was struggling to stop him. He grabbed her knees and pulled her forward to clamp his mouth more firmly on her cunt-gash. Oh yes, he liked it! He sucked her clit while she moaned and groaned and sobbed that she hated him. But in the meantime, her ass kept bucking up into his face and he could tell she loved it.

Before long, her fingers were tangling in his hair and she wasn't complaining that much. The smell and taste of her cherry cunt drove him wild. He sucked at the juices oozing out of her pink pussy. He untied the knot of the belt that kept her robe closed, pushed the robe to each side and slid his hands beneath her round little ass. She certainly felt different than his mother did. His mother had a big ass and when he sucked her off he had plenty of ass-meat under his hands.

He slid his hands up to feel Christie's tits now. She had firm little tits that stuck straight out from her slender chest. He already knew what they felt like. She'd let him feel her tits at a drive-in movie just a few days before.

He pulled back now. He looked at her blonde cunt with hot eyes. He pulled her cuntlips apart with his thumbs and looked at her pink cunt-gash and her stiff little clit. Then he looked up at her face, at the way her eyes were closed and her face contorted as she moaned and tossed her head from side to side. He snickered and started sucking her again, and in a moment he knew she was coming.

She kept grinding her cunt against his mouth and tongue as she made it. He licked and sucked, slurping up the heavy slime flowing out of her pussy. Then he pulled his mouth away again and pushed her thighs up high in the air. She had more of a white froth in her cunt than his mother ever did, and now he went down on her again and sucked the frothing cunt-cream out of her virgin pussy-slit.

She continued moaning as he kept the pressure on her clit with his tongue and then his nose. His mother had taught him that, showed him how to use his nose to bring her off. His mother called it a nose-job and now he gave it to Christie until she came again and collapsed like a rag-doll on the sofa.

He rose up and quickly stripped his clothes off. Then he carefully moved on top of her, spread her legs apart and brought his cockhead to nestle inside her wet cunt-gash. He found the" mouth of her cunthole and pressed forward to get his cock-knob partway inside.

Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocussed. "Oh, Justin, you can't ..."

"Take it easy, baby. Just take it easy."

She cried out, babbled something and then groaned as he speared her. His cock pushed in and she actually wriggled as she felt it. He pushed harder. Did she feel any pain? Fuck it, there's always a first time, he thought. He felt something snap around his cock-knob and then he was all the way inside her cunt and he could feel the lovely heat of her fuck-channel.

Tight, he thought. His mother's cunt was like a wide-open barrel compared to this. He rammed his prick deep inside Christie's cunt and waited a moment to get her used to it.

His mother always liked him to let it soak awhile.

So he soaked it.

Then he raised his ass and slowly pulled his cock out of the girl's tight cunt-channel. She moaned as his cock-knob passed the mouth of her cunt. Was it pain or pleasure? He moved into her again, buried his cock deep in her pussy and wriggled his hips to settle his balls against her asshole.

"How is it, Christie?"

"Justin, I hate you!"

"I think you love it.?"

"Damn you, I hate you. You'll get me pregnant!"

"No, I won't. If I come, we'll get it all out later. You like it and you know it. Come on, fuck back. Make nice to my cock."

He slipped his hands under her ass and bent his head down to suck one of her pink-nippled tits. Then he pulled his cock out slowly and pushed it in again.

"Oh God!"

"Nice, huh?"

"Why don't you use a rubber??"

"I'll pull out and come on your belly, okay??"

"Oh, God, I never knew it would be like this!"

Her ass was moving up and down now, pumping to meet the thrusting of his cock in her cunt. She grabbed him with her legs and pulled him in and held him there. He tried to delay coming, but the wild humping of her ass was too much for him. He pounded his cock in her cunt and then a moment later the jism boiled out of his balls and exploded out of his pisshole. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot up her pussy as they both groaned and held each other.

Then finally he was finished, and he pulled out and rolled away from her.

Now she started sobbing. "You came in me! You said you wouldn't, but you did! I can feel it dripping out of me! Let me up quick!"

He rose up and helped her get up. "Does your mother have a douche?"

"I don't know how to use it."

Justin snickered. "Don't worry, I'll show you how."

She walked beside him with one hand stuffing her hand between her legs. "It's leaking all over me!"

She led him to her mother's bathroom and showed him the douche. He told her to sit down on the toilet and spread her legs. They both watched the grey gobs of jism ooze out of her bloody cunthole.

"Oh God!" she groaned.

Justin was turned on by it. She had such a sweet little pussy and now it was all torn up and his fuck-cream was dripping out of it. Shooting it up in there had given him a great deal of pleasure and he had every intention of doing it again and again.

"Raise one knee and we'll get the nozzle in," he said. He smiled at her as he slowly pushed the white nozzle inside her gaping cunthole.