Chapter 6

"You're going to get us into a heap of trouble," Helen said to Justin.

The boy had just told her about him and Christie Paulsen and Helen wasn't too happy about it.

"I don't see why," Justin said.

Helen sipped her Scotch and frowned at him. They were in the living room, seated beside each other on the sofa. "You said she was a virgin, didn't you?"

Justin nodded. "That's right.?"

"What happens when her mother and father find out? Have you thought about that??"

"Oh Mom!?"

"They'll raise a fuss.?"

"No they won't.?"

"I think they will."

"Listen, Mom, everybody is fucking everybody around here, so what's the big deal about me and Christie."

Helen looked at him and smirked. "So you know about all that, do you?"

"Sure I know. Anybody with eyes can see what's going on. You and Mr. Paulsen and Dad and Mrs. Paulsen. So I copped the girl's cherry. I don't see that it means anything. Anyway, she wanted it. She loves fucking."

Helen was amused. He was probably right about Ingrid and Eric. They were too busy with her and Roy to worry that much about Christie's virginity.

"But I want you to promise you won't talk about anything to Christie," she said to Justin. "Not yet, anyway."

Justin grinned. "I promise." He leaned, toward her and kissed her. Then he put his hand, on one of her tits and squeezed it through her sweater. "You like that drink more than you like me."

Helen chuckled. "You think so, do you?" She put the drink down and fumbled with his fly. In a moment she had the zipper pulled down, her hand sliding inside his pants to bring his cock out. "I haven't had a taste of this in some time."

"You can make up for it now."

She smiled at the way his hard cock throbbed in her hand. He'd been fucking her for three years and he was still hot for her. She was pleased. The boy always excited her. Maybe it was the taboo about incest. Whatever it was making it with him was always thrilling.

She went down on him. She dropped her head to his lap and took his hard cock in her mouth. She sucked his cock-knob and ran her tongue around his cockshaft. He did have a tasty prick. She wondered what it was like when he fucked Christie. The Paulsen girl seemed so young and fresh. Did she really like to fuck?

Justin pulled at Helen's sweater and managed to get it up to her shoulders while she sucked his cock. He unhooked her bra in back, and then he pulled the cups away in front to expose her big tits. He fondled her tits and squeezed her nipples between his fingers. "Let's fuck, Mom."

Sure, why not? she thought. She didn't expect Roy home for at least another hour. She was on her second Scotch and feeling it and that was always the time when she was most horny. "All right, get your clothes off."

She pulled away from him and they both quickly stripped their clothes off. She took everything off, including her nylons, and then she stretched out on the sofa and raised her knees.

The boy grinned as she opened her legs to show him her hairy crotch. "You're still the best fuck, Mom."

"Are you sure?"

"You know it."

He mounted her, raised her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit to get it wet. Then he pushed his cock-knob inside her cunthole and rammed forward.

She was ready for him. Her cunt was wide open and wet and his hard dick slid inside like a knife pushing into a tub of soft butter.

"Oh baby," she said.

She found his balls with her fingers. She held his ball-bag as he started pumping his cock in and out of her snatch. He had such a lovely hard prick and firm balls. And all that energy. He rammed her like a fucking-machine, his hips pumping smoothly, his eyes glittering as he looked down at his sliding cock.

"I'm going off, Mom!"

"Shoot it, baby! Give it to me in my pussy!" t t t

Later Helen lay alone on the bed in the master bedroom and thought about Justin and Christie and the Paulsens. She really didn't mind Justin fucking Christie. She even thought it was good for him. It was better for him to fuck girls his own age. He had such a strong sex drive and it was certainly no good if the only one he fucked was his own mother.

Then she thought about Ingrid. She'd been thinking about Ingrid a lot lately. Roy always talked about Ingrid and sometimes Helen was a little jealous. And then sometimes it was something else. There were times when Helen felt the stirrings of an interest in Ingrid. Yes, she wouldn't mind at all. Balling that peaches-and-and cream blonde would be a treat.

But would Ingrid be interested? Helen wasn't sure. She thought maybe Ingrid could be educated. Roy seemed to think Ingrid had the potential to be a real sexpot.

Yes, I want it, Helen thought.

She slipped a hand inside her robe and found her pussy. Her cunt was still soft and wet after the fuck with Justin. She found the shaft of her clit and stroked it gently. Then the stroking became more determined. She thought about Ingrid as she whacked herself off.

I want her going down on me, Helen thought. I want that blonde bitch sucking my cunt.

A few days later Helen talked Ingrid into a shopping trip downtown. They did the department stores and after that they had lunch in a cozy little restaurant and then after that a couple of daiquiris in a swanky cocktail lounge.

Helen could tell Ingrid was feeling fine. The blonde looked gorgeous, her silky hair tied up in a chignon and just enough makeup on her face to make her cameo skin sparkle.

"I've got an idea," Helen said.

Ingrid smiled at her. "What's that?"

"Let's indulge ourselves and have a massage.?"

"A what?"

"A massage, darling. I know the most marvelous place just a few blocks from here. Anyway, you're Swedish, you ought to know all about massages."

"I've never had a massage in my life."

Helen giggled. "Then now's the time to start."

Ingrid put up some resistance at first, but she soon caved in to Helen's insistence. Before long they were in the massage salon, inside the locker room undressing together to get ready for the massage room.

"I asked for two tables side by side," Helen said. "That way we can keep each other company."

"I feel so silly doing this.?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just feel silly."

Helen didn't care how silly Ingrid felt. They were down to their undies now and she watched Ingrid's face as she unhooked her bra and pulled it away.

Ingrid blushed as she looked at Helen's tits. "You're big."

Helen hefted her tits in his hands. 'They'll start hanging in a few years. Come on, let's have a look at you too. This is fun, isn't it?"

Fun, indeed. Helen could tell Ingrid found it exciting. The blonde had no idea Helen knew all about her and Roy. Helen knew all the secrets. She knew Roy had made Ingrid crazy about ass-fucking. And with that big cock of his. Helen had to suppress a giggle as she thought how embarrassed Ingrid would be if she knew what Helen knew.

When they were naked, they looked each other over a moment and then Ingrid grabbed the large towel and wrapped it around her body. "You said we'd be out of here in less than an hour."

"You're nervous."

"Yes, I am."

Helen decided not to push things just yet. She picked up her own towel and covered herself. "All right, let's go."

Minutes later, they were on two tables side by side while a pair of well-built girls worked them over. Ingrid seemed embarrassed to be lying there naked while the masseuse handled her body, but after awhile the blonde had her eyes closed and she looked like she was enjoying it.

The whole thing lasted no more than a half hour, and then they had a quick shower and they were back in the locker room again putting their clothes on.

Now Helen made her move. She started talking about Ingrid's body and how pretty she was. She patted Ingrid's ass.

"I like you," Helen said.

Ingrid blushed, but she made no move to pull away. "And I like you too."

Helen was direct about it. She kissed Ingrid's neck and put a hand on one of Ingrid's tits. Ingrid froze.

"I'd like to ball you," Helen said.

Ingrid's voice was weak. "Helen, you can't mean that."

"Of course I mean it. Kiss me!"

She pressed her lips against Ingrid's, kept one hand on the blonde's ass and the other hand stroking one of her tits, and after a moment of standing there like a slab of concrete, Ingrid gradually relaxed and yielded.

Maybe Ingrid was afraid to say no. Maybe she really wanted it. Helen didn't know which it was and she didn't care. She was turned on by Ingrid's body and she wanted her. She kept kissing Ingrid and then finally Ingrid took

Helen's tits in her hands to feel their weight and after that it was settled.

They left the massage salon and hurried to a motel. Ingrid was obviously nervous as hell about it and Helen tried to soothe her as she locked the door of the motel room. "Women do this all the time."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, it's true. Anyway, I can tell you want it and we're here."

She kissed Ingrid and urged her to get her clothes off. When they were naked, Helen kissed her again and fondled her tits. "Is it really your first time?"

Ingrid nodded. "I'm not very sophisticated."

Helen chuckled. "No one is, honey. People think they are but they're really not."

Helen made Ingrid stretch out on the bed and then she knelt over the blonde and sucked her tits. She was turned on by Ingrid's pink nipples. And that blonde pussy-bush was adorable. Oh yes, she could see what Roy was so enthusiastic about.

She sucked Ingrid's nipples until she had Ingrid moaning, and then she moved her face down over the blonde's belly to her cunt-bush. Ingrid groaned and raised her knees. She obviously knew what Helen's intention was and she just as obviously wanted it.

Helen wasted no time. She buried her face between Ingrid's open thighs and began licking and sucking the blonde's cunt.

Ingrid cried out and shuddered.

Helen kept licking, her tongue slapping against Ingrid's clit until Ingrid started groaning and heaving in an orgasm.

Helen loved it. She loved the way Ingrid responded. The blonde had a juicy pink gash and sucking it was a delight. She pushed Ingrid's knees all the way back to her tits and looked at Ingrid's tight little asshole. Maybe not so tight any more. Helen guessed Roy's big cock had stretched the blonde's asshole a bit with all the ass fucking they did. Strumming her tongue over Ingrid's clit again, Helen slipped a finger inside Ingrid's ass and brought the blonde off again.

"Oh God, what you're doing to me," Ingrid said.

Helen smiled at her. "I think you like it.?"

"It's too much."

"No it isn't. We're just starting. Keep your knees pulled back, I'm going to fuck you." Ingrid looked astounded. "How??"

"With my fingers, silly. I don't have a cock, but you're not going to mind that at all."

Helen knew exactly what Ingrid needed. The blonde was used to fucking and what she wanted was some action inside her cunt. Bunching three fingers of her right hand, Helen slowly pushed the fingers inside Ingrid's pink-mouthed cunthole. Ingrid moaned. "Oh God!?"

"Nice, huh?"

She started fucking the blonde with her fingers. Ingrid's cunt was flooded with juice and Helen's fingers slid in and out with ease. Each time she rammed her hand forward, she twisted her fingers around to get her knuckles mashing against Ingrid's clit.

It worked, of course. Ingrid was soon reacting as if she had a cock in her cunt. She tossed her head and pumped her pussy at Helen's thrusting hand. She had a tremendous orgasm, a hard bone-rattling come, and when Helen finally pulled her fingers out of the blonde's cunt her hand was covered with Ingrid's thick cunt juice.

"That wasn't so hard to take, was it??"

"Oh my God!"

Helen laughed. She leaned over Ingrid and kissed her mouth. Then she pulled away and rolled over on her back beside the blonde. "I guess it's my turn now." Ingrid raised herself on one elbow and blushed. "What do I do?"

Helen smiled and patted Ingrid's face. "I'd like you to suck me off. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

Ingrid moved as if she were in a trance, and Helen was both amused and excited by the blonde's innocence. She pulled her knees back to show Ingrid her crotch. She reached down with both hands and pulled her cuntlips apart to expose her gash and clit.

"Don't back out," Helen said.

Ingrid stared fixedly at Helen's dark hairy cunt. "I've never done anything like this."

"It's a pussy, honey. It's just like yours except the hair is dark. And I'm very hot. Can you see my clit?"

"Yes."

"And all that good juice running out?"

Ingrid groaned and swooped down on her. In a moment the blonde had her mouth on Helen's gash, sucking at the wet trench, her tongue fluttering inside Helen's gaping cunthole and her nose rubbing against Helen's big clit.

Suck it good, Helen thought. Suck my hot box. Now she had what she wanted. Mrs. Goody-two-shoes sucking her pussy. She could tell Ingrid had possibilities. Ingrid was damn good considering this was her first chance at a snatch. She knew how to gobble a cunt. And she was hungry. Helen could tell the blonde had a hunger for it.

I do like to feed them when they're hungry, Helen thought.