Chapter 9

Lola lay awake for some time after the boy, Timmie, had gone to sleep. In her bed, of course.

"You can stay here until you decide what to do," she told him. "I don't think your mother will look for you here. Do you think she will start right away to make a big effort to find you?"

The boy smiled at her, his beautiful young face looking tired and sleepy, the way a baby's face does. It touched her heart.

"I don't know," he said. "I don't think so. Considering what happened. She won't want me back."

Without coaxing, he told Lola exactly what had happened. It was a weird story, but to Lola, whose life had been somewhat off the beaten track, it was not unbelievable. In fact, there were parts where she clung to the boy and pressed her solid, smooth thighs tightly together, feeling her vagina turn and twist with licking flames of fuck fire, far up inside her. Especially the part where his mother had cum on his finger, and he had had the strange sense that his finger was his cock.

"Honest, Aunt Lola, I felt just exctly as if I were fucking right into her. Into my own mother!" He shivered, and did his best to sound as if he felt it was terrible. But Lola detected a note of male triumph in his boyish voice. He must have had that fat, hairy pussy on his mind for a long time, she thought. She had thought of it, often enough. Its padded softness, its warm, slickly dripping inner lips, its richly feminine odors.

She chose her words with care.

"She may choose to forget that it ever happened," she said slowly. "After all, she seems to have tried to trick you. Could she have seen you, uh, doing something? I mean, just before she called out for you to come to her?"

Timmie snapped his fingers. "Hell, yes. I was sort of, you know, playing with my cock. Not jerking off or anything. I had just been talking to Sheri, and you know her, she's sort of hot." He flushed. "So is Alice. They both like to talk about sex a lot. But I was fresh from being over here, too. And my dong was kind of hard, and felt good. So I was skinning it back. Just looking at it. And I thought I heard someone. But when I looked around, nobody was there."

"I have a very strong idea that your mother will want you back, very much. And that, if she says anything about it, it won't be anything mean. What I'm trying to say, she won't be telling your dad, to get him to beat you."

The boy laughed, but looked unhappy, and Lola said: "Look, we'll have a bedtime snack, and you can sleep here. With me, or in another bed."

So, after they drank milk and ate crackers and cheese and cold meat, they curled up together and Timmie fell asleep almost at once. Because the sweet lady he had always called Aunt Lola had told him it was all right, and nothing to worry about.

True, he had tried very hard to make her open her thighs and let him sleep with his face in her w pussy, but she had laughingly turned him down. "You must be worn out," she said kindly. "Rest up."

In the morning, she awoke slowly, warmly. It had been over a year since any man had shared her bed. Her body had the delicately beautiful feeling of having been loved, and each of her nipples stood up in a hard, almost blood red cone. She knew that the juice from her pussy had congealed, sealing her puffy cunt lips, and that there would be a slight kissing noise, a twinge of delightful pain, as her movements made the big, hairy outer lips break this seal of cooled love juice.

And best of all, lying right by her, was Timmie.

So beautiful! Such a big little man! With his wonderful peter sticking up so straight and hard, its big veins standing out on the thick, soft, tender skin.

Remembering Uncle Tom, she leaned toward the dick of the sleeping boy, ovaled her mouth into a wet, pink cavern of hot flesh, and sucked him in, going down until the rubbery glans went clear down into her gullet.

The taste was magnificent, the taste of his exudates fermenting under that cloak of skin, the preserved and ripened taste of Sheri's young cunt.

Lola made a mental note to call Sheri this morning, find out if the child had ever even heard of The Pill, and make sure she was supplied. "I'll need 'em, too-now," she whispered happily to herself, folding her hand around the wonderful cock that jutted up from Timmie's ring of pubic hair. "This could knock me up," and she quivered, almost in tears, thinking of this magical wand that would shoot life up its tubes and into any woman's fertile belly.

While she was in the bathroom, she heard her door chime, and put on a light robe, still not fully awake.

She lost all the peace of her recent slumber, though, when she opened the door.

There was a State Highway Patrolman, one she knew very well. He was young, he was smiling, but he looked terribly official, and very, very threatening.

"Hi, Miz Todd," he said. "I'm Barry Pogue. Remember me?"

She was getting her breathing under control. "Sure do, Barry," she smiled. "What happening?"

"It's the little Shelton kid," the young officer said. "He must've run away, or something. Wasn't home all last night, his mother says. We're, uh, combing the neighborhood, if you'll forgive the cliche. Kid over behind you," and he waved vaguely, "Alice Bond, you know her? She said that she thought you knew him."

Good little Alice! For a second, Lola had been scared stiff.

"I sure do know him," she answered smoothly. "I guess I know every kid in the neighborhood. If they've been here any length of time." She looked thoughtful. "Did his mother say anything about the circumstances? Any thing happen just before the boy disappeared?"

It was a mean trick, she knew, but it wouldn't hurt Ellen any to get a slight jar. Besides, it would give Barry something else to think about. Besides trying to look down the front of her robe.

She pulled the thin wrapper tighter around her, cupping one of her breasts in her left hand, watching the young copper turn red. "Have you asked her? Miz Shelton, I mean? About whether anything special might have happened to upset the boy?"

The young man laughed. "You're pretty good, Miz Todd," he said. "Yeah, I plead guilty. I was looking at your, well, your figure, unless you want to get more specific. And if you're going to say something dumb, like you're old enough to be my mother, I'm going to tell you that I always liked to look at mama's goodies, too. So now, what does that make me? Some kind of pervert?"

A new and warmer response arose in Lola. This perceptive and good humored young guy, with his ready tongue, might be good for a woman like herself to know. But not now. Later. But she had to make some kind of answer. There had been a challenge. Two. Hers and his. So she laughed and relaxed her hold on the robe.

"Sorry, Barry. I'm not prudish. Perhaps it was just an old, instinctive action. To get back to Timmie. I'm not seeking gossip. I wondered if anything had happened."

Barry looked at her with new interest, new friendship. "I said I liked to peep at my mama's female parts, didn't I? Timmie's how old?" He looked at a small notebook. "Thirteen. What do you know!" He smiled conspiratorially at Lola. "Maybe you've put me on a good track. But listen, lady, I know where I'd go if I were thirteen, and wanted someone warm and nice to look after me." He grinned.

"That's sweet, Barry," Lola said. "If you ever get to be thirteen again, let me know, will you?" Or if you ever feel thirteen, she commented in her mind.

Timmie was looking worried, sitting on the edge of the bed, his clothes on.

"I heard the guy," he said. "I'm getting out here. I'm not going to get you in any trouble."

She moved and stood between his thighs, letting her robe fall open, so that his face was just under her warm breasts, his cheek on her satiny tummy, the strong, lovely femaleness of her cunt flowing its rousing scents up into his nostrils. She held his head against her, waiting until she knew he had gotten hold of himself.

"That young cop is plenty hip," she said. "I'll bet a cookie he has a pretty good idea of what happened between you and Ellen-your mother, I mean-yesterday. Part of it anyhow."

The boy, his arms around her, over her strong, rounded hips, nuzzled into her belly, just above her aromatic puff of curly cunt hair.

"Okay," he laughed. "What do we do? I can't go out of your house. Not until after dark tonight. So what do we do?"

His hands went lower, down over her generously sculptured rump, and he teasingly shoved his fingers into the wet mat of hair that was directly over her pulsing twat. "Can I crawl in here?" His fingers slipped in, into where her heartbeat made a pulsing warmth that made his cock begin to stir. He licked his lips, swallowing spit which hushed into his mouth.

"Please," he said, "can I have some of this for breakfast?"

That day was spent in fun, in love, in instruction.

"You know a lot for a boy your age, Timmie," Lola said, again and again. "Lick there. Now, a little higher. OHHHHHHH! You're on it! You're on my clit! Now, move down and suck up some of my juice."

He enjoyed having his nose in her slash, his cheeks tickled by her crisply curled cunt hair, the thick, throat clogging smells of open cunt and quivering asshole.

But she would not let him blow his nuts. "Later," she would say. "Now, look here. This is good for you to know. How to calm down when you're afraid you're going to blow your nuts too soon. And it's a nice thing to teach Sheri and Alice." She looked at her clock. The hour was nearing three. "I wish we'd hear from them," she said.

"They'll come to the ditch," he said simply. "They always do."

She enjoyed the feel of his damply sweated balls, his hard cock, in her hand. And she showed him that girl's way of gripping a cock.

"It's scientific," she said. "College stuff. Lady got a Masters for inventing it," she said, wondering if she remembered it right.

"I don't care," Timmie said, laughing, falling on her, pulling at her full, smooth, heavy breasts, so warm and sweet. "I don't want to know how to not cum! I want to stick it in you and shoot it! Now!"

She felt his cock. It really was hard. "My nuts ache," he said, unhappily. "You don't want me to look at your cunt, or feel of it, and jerk off. Shoot it in your face, like I did my mom?"

Lola felt her throat constrict. "Watch it, baby," she said. "I might take you up on that. Wow! All over my face, in my eyes, up my nose! If I thought you could cum about six times, that would sure be one of the six. But I want you to have it like you want it. You know that."

She leaned across his body as he lay on his back, her fist closing on his dick. It would be the most marvelous fun to hold this lovely thing, pointed right at her face, and see the white jism come shooting out that little pink slit in the head. She leaned and sucked on him, nice and hard, lips and tongue working, for a few seconds.

"Okay, Timmie, you can have it," she said huskily. "Any way you want it." She looked at him anxiously, playing with one of her heavy, smooth titties, squeezing the nipple out at him. "In any hole I have."

He shoved her aside and got astride her back, playfully slotting his cock between the firm, smooth ass globes. She had her chin on her laced hands, looking in the mirror. This was silly. He was too young even to think about ass-fucking. Anyhow, he'd barely found out what just plain old cunt-fucking was all about. Wouldn't need any vaseline, that was sure. She was bigger, now. He wasn't as big as Uncle Tommy and her vagina was so full of cunt oil that it would have furnished enough lubrication for a baseball bat. A baseball bat? The hand of memory jogged her, goosed her softly in the nerve-taut center between the firm, ivory-smooth buttocks. She looked up at Timmie's image in the mirror. He was grinning mischievously.

"I know how I want it," he said out of a clear sky. "Just put your legs apart a little more, Aunt Lola."

His cock probed into her cunt, and she tightened her vaginal muscles around it. She was a teensy bit disappointed, in her heart, but felt it might be too much to expect, a kid to fuck her in the ass.

He was going up and down, more than in and out. His cock was coming clear out, and she could feel that it was dragging out a lot of her slick juice, making a clammy, cool-warm, very wet sensation all over that humid, odorous valley where dwelt her quivering rectum. But it felt so good in her cunt that she bucked up at him, raising her ass. "It's really sweet this way, Timmie," she said. "You get into me awfully deep when you fuck into me from the rear. OHHHHHH! You're hitting my womb. Can you feel it?"

"Can I ever!" He was waggling it about inside her, and his voice sounded a bit strained. "It's nice to pull it out, like this, isn't it Aunt Lola?" He had it clear out, up in her crack, and once again she felt the wetness of her own pussy juice anoint her asshole.

"Nice, and I know you're having fun, but I'm getting hot. I sort of wish you'd fuck me real hard. It'd make me cum." She was feeling so great, now, just on the edge of a nice, smooth orgasm, wherein she would wrap the soft, sucking, wetly flowing, blood warmed folds of her cumming, squeezing, caressing cunt around him. "Ooooooh! Any minute now, baby! Ooooooh! It's so nice and hard! It'll feel so nice when you shoot that big load into me? Is it nice for you, this way?"

She felt his young body rise, felt his hands pull her asscheeks apart as if he would tear them from her body. And then she knew what he had planned all along, why he had been dragging her slick, clear, thick, lovely cunt slime out of her with his dick, using it as a basting tool to drop its lubricating slickness on her now trembling asshole.

There was a momentary shock of really bad pain, but she was more afraid for his young cock than for her rectum. One hard, deep pang, as if she were having a very tough bowel movement, when you think you'll die if you don't shit, and tear yourself apart if you do. And then he was into her, and her eyes cleared, and she saw his face mirrored, a little white with shock and surprise, but happy.

"There!" he breathed. "You said I could have it any way I want it. And this is how I want it! Up your ass, Aunt Lola!"

He fucked into her more easily now, and whistled: "Wow! I knew a kid had a brother in the Navy. He said that a guy who knows one who was really with it, he'd crawl over a hundred cunts to get to an asshole. It's so tight!" And he pulled out and shoved back, giving the woman the most unbearably delightful fuck pain she'd known in years. No use in Mike trying to buggar her. With his cock, he'd have split an elephant. But this-oh, dear God! This was heaven. Heaven, in a nutty, raunchy, possibly perverted way.

"Fuck it to me, baby," she groaned. Fuck that perverted business. "You love it, I love it!" She waggled her warm, mature ass, feeling his cock strike all the demanding nerves of her asshole. "Can you he on me, Timmie?" she implored. "Grab my titties and squeeze them?"

He was rather tall. He had a better idea. He turned slightly crosswise, and dug into her breast with his face, with his hands.

As she sensed his desire, her breasts flamed with feeling. She rolled a little, and one of her big pillows of sensitive tit-flesh came out. It was wild, but there it was, and by squeezing and pulling, damn near killing her, but feeling almost too good, he got the nipple in his mouth. He sucked and pulled, and jabbed his cock into her asshole, all at the same time.

"Good Jesus, Timmie!" the woman groaned.

"That's almost too good! I think I'm going to cum. OHHHHHHH!" she screamed, humping so hard she almost lost his dick. "HIT ME AGAIN! SUCK MY TITTY! OHHHHH! YOU'RE KILLING ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE AUNTIE FUCKER! AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! Oh, shit! Oh damn it! What happened?"

"Pulled out," the kid panted. "There! There it is again!" And he pumped his hard meat into her. It was marvelous. But different. He reached with his lips for her tit, but he was missing it by an inch. Aunt Lola was still pushing up, still waggling her big ass from side to side, and it felt absolutely wild. But something had happened.

Still, it felt so good that he forgot about the big, sweet, warm titty, and pushed himself up to look. He felt so cummy! Oh, God, to look and see it go in her ass!

He looked. He shouted. "I'm in your cunt!" he yelled.

"I know," Lola said. "It's wonderful. But slip it in my ass again. That's wonderful, too." And she screamed again in that first fuck-pain, as he pulled his slick organ out and quickly ploughed into her ass.

"Ugh!" the boy grunted. His loins were hammering against the blonde woman's beautifully rounded behind, his hard young cock appearing and disappearing as he drew out and plunged back. Once more, in the nerve-rasped eroticism of her rectum, Lola felt the deep plunging dick, the lovely strain and stretch as he drove into her.

The young boy was panting and sweating, sliding on her smooth back as he bent to get her nipple captured between his lips again. The tight clasp of the sweetly blonde haired asshole, the lascivious idea of fucking this beloved woman first in one hole, then in the other, brought his youthful cum nerves to the pitch just before the final, raw surge of fuck power.

But he slipped out again, and this time, blindly thrusting, his dick shot between her cum-slicked buttocks. It was marvelous, too, a different feeling entirely, as the weight of his own body pressed the lovely, smooth butt-flesh around his throbbing young dick.

He raised his loins higher and plunged down, and once again he aimed low, and his length of rigid, cum slicked meat slid easily into the slowly working lips of the woman's pussy.

He plunged in, enjoying the warm, loosely slobbering folds of pussy instead of the hard grip of rectum. It made the woman he called his aunt happy, too. She had been on a razor's edge of about-to-cum as he slipped accidentally out of her bung hole. So, as he stabbed it into her muscle-slipping pussy, striking the sensitive hardness of her womb's mouth, she began to cry out again, this time more hoarsely, since she had strained her vocal cords in her hard orgasms.

"AAAIIIIIIEEE! AAAIIIEE" She was humping up as hard and fast as she could, feeling the giant fist of fire hammering inside her. He was going in so deep! So hard! "I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!" Her voice had a tired note, but the wave of bursting heat was wonderful, just the same.

And then, miracle Of miracles! The boy, also tired, missed a plunge into his marvelous friend's pussy, and he sank it into her ass once more.

Hitting her at just that time, in just that way, when she was in the torturing loveliness of a hard cum, seemed to act as a sharp, hard spur. Her body used the last of its strength, while her rasping voice croaked out its last paean of happiness and fuck joy: "OHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH! OH, LOVER! OH, PRECIOUS BOY!"

And he was too tired to do any more than lie on her soft, strong butt, sweat dripping from him into the sloppy crack of her ass, and let his jism pour out, almost in a warm stream instead of hot jets.

When he at last rolled off her, panting, she reached for his sticky, wilted, but still warm cock, loving the humanity of it, the weirdness that had brought this fulfillment of her reminiscence.

How strange that she, anxious to help this young boy in the same manner that she had been guided and loved by her uncle, should have wallowed in both the dream and the reality.

She licked dry lips, smiling, and spoke in the quiet afternoon air: "How in the world did you ever get such a crazy idea?" She squeezed his cock. "Not that I didn't love it. I did. But why?"

He was still panting hard. It had been by far the most strenuous fuck of his short career. "Last night," he said, gasping, "or early this morning-did you have a dream?" He paused, still breathing very deeply, then went on: "I woke up, and you were sort of, well, hollering and thrashing around. You kept saying: 'Stick it in my Hunky,' or something like that." He blushed, and patted her behind.

"Right then," he confessed, "I don't think I could have stuck it in anything. But it made me sort of dream, too. You know when I wanted to suck you this morning? I was that hot because of thinking how it would be to stick it in someone's butt. Your butt, I mean," he said quickly, but Lola knew that his dream had been of any butt.

Lola laughed softly. How marvelous it was to have this boy, to feel in her bones and in her hot flesh that she could have this lovely boy as she wanted him. But without ever being stuck with him. She pinched his cock, making him leap in the air.

"Stay the way you are, you wonderful little man," she said. "Be the way you are. My uncle-believe me, a marvelous man-was always quick with a joke. He told me about a real estate man who said to his daughter: 'Get a lot while you're young.' That's the best advice in the world. And you, you horny little devil, with me and Sheri and Alice, well, you're going to get a lot. Incidentally, it was 'Unky' I was saying. I don't remember a dream. But I think of Uncle Tommy a lot. Especially lately."

You and Alice and Sheri, Timmie's mind listed them, thinking of the likedness of cunts. And their differences. I'll get a lot. I love it so! And in that instant, that fraction of a second when his sex-filled young mind was lying fallow, a new idea warmed him, the bright picture of another cunt. Fat and mature, buried in cum-stiffened baack hair, its thick inner lips, its love-slopped interior folds as warm and sweet as Lola's. Or Sheri's. That's my mom, he thought in a burst of love and pride. And in that second, he knew that Lola was right.

His mom didn't hate him. She loved him and his cock.