Chapter 2
Arnie was feeling pretty damn cocky the next day. He grinned secretly at his buddies, wondering how many of them were just shooting off their mouths about the girls they'd laid, and how many of them had actually shot their stiff pricks into a real woman's cunt.
He knew he had a full week before his Dad returned and six full nights of joy in his Dad's bed with his Dad's wife. He wondered if his fucking was as good as his Dad's-he grinned, thinking that maybe his new Mom enjoyed his young prick more than his Dad's worn out rod.
He even looked at Rosie differently, knowing now what was hidden under her blouse, what those stiffened nipples would look like when he wrapped his hot, young lips around them, what her fuzzy pussy would feel like as he rammed his hot fingers and his ramrod prick inside her. He vowed he'd fuck Rosie before the school year was over, before any other guy got his hot rod into that virgin cunt.
He stood at the back screen door, watching his new Mom as she baked cookies in the oven. He stared at her full buttocks as she bent over, his mouth watering at the thought of the rich, hairy pussy that lay beneath them, between her firm, smooth thighs.
He came in slamming the door behind him, so she would know that he was there. She stood up suddenly, her ripe breasts settling under her silk blouse. He could see the nipples, soft and pliable, jutting out from the material and he longed to suck them in his hot young mouth.
Arnie knew his rod was getting hard and he leaned back against the cool refrigerator, smiling at his Mom, hoping she would notice the massive bulge in his blue jeans.
But she just smiled, like any caring Mom, and said, "How was your day?"
Arnie shrugged and felt defeated as his new Mom pushed him from the refrigerator and opened it up to take out milk.
"I understand that you like chocolate chip cookies," she said warmly, "and I've got a fresh batch in the oven, just for you."
She poured an icy glass of milk and handed it to Arnie, who tried to keep from staring at her full breasts and the vee of her crotch so perfectly out-lined under the slacks she wore.
He watched the condensation on the glass run and streak against his fingers.
The cookies smelled good, rich and chocolate as they came out of the oven and Arnie was a sucker for just baked chocolate chip cookies. He liked them hot, when they were still pliable and he could chew and suck them in his mouth.
She sat him at the porcelain kitchen table and placed a plateful of cookies in front of him. He felt the cold milk wash across the hot cookies in his mouth and he stared at his new Mom's heavy tits, bouncing as she walked back and forth across the room, cleaning off the stove and doing the dishes.
By the time Arnie finished off half the plate of cookies and downed a second glass of milk, his cock was so stiff and rampant that he couldn't sit still. He squirmed uncomfortably in the wooden chair. He wanted to get up and grab her, to squeeze her breasts with his hot hands, to take his rigid pecker out of his tight pants and push it against the plump vee that he saw out-lined in her slacks.
She seemed to watch him from the comer of her eye, smiling slightly.
"Why don't you help me, Arnie?"
Arnie got up uncomfortably and joined her at the sink.
"You can dry these dishes for me," she smiled and her big breasts juggled as she reached up for a towel and playfully slapped him with it, across his thighs.
"Hey," he grinned and grabbed at the towel.
She hit him with the towel again, stinging across his aching crotch.
Arnie grabbed again at the towel, falling against the big breasts as he did so. He bit into the soft flesh, playfully.
"HEY!" His new Mom grinned and slapped his crotch again with the towel.
Arnie turned around to grab a towel of his own but his Mom reached out and grabbed a handful of his tight young ass and squeezed it, hard.
"OW!"
He turned, grinning, a towel in his own hands.
They stalked each other around the kitchen, slapping thighs and crotches, until his Mom reached out and grabbed his T-shirt and yanked it off, tossing it to the floor and laughing.
Arnie reached out and pulled on her silk blouse, causing the buttons to pop open easily and expose her big, plump breasts.
She danced backward like a boxer, still slapping Arnie with the towel.
He grabbed at the waistband of her slacks and at the same moment, she grabbed his head and, laughing, pressed her big, pink nipple into Arnie's mouth.
He groaned and started sucking, running his hands furiously down under the waistband of her slacks, grabbing big handfuls of her fleshy buttocks.
Arnie felt her nipple stiffening in his mouth and she pressed her big pubic mound against his flat stomach. His cock was beating against his pants, eager to get free.
He felt his Mom's eager hand in between their bodies, pulling at the snap on his blue jeans, pulling down the zipper, taking his hot balls and cock into her hand and freeing them to press against her body.
She caught his stiff cock in between her thighs and squeezed it, moving back and forth on it, the rough fabric of her slacks causing a wild sensation and it was all that Arnie could do to keep from shooting off.
Suddenly, his Mom let go, pushing him from her throbbing, stiff nipple and she went to the porcelain table, pulling down her stretch slacks to expose her firm, fleshy buttocks as she leaned over the table.
"Fuck me," she hissed, "Fuck me, you little prick!"
Arnie took his stiff cock in his hand and pressed it under her buttocks, searching for her cunt-hole. He had never seen a woman from this vantage point and he didn't know quite how to find the hole, entering from the rear.
His Mom reached in between her legs and grabbed his cock, imbedding it quickly in her hot, grasping cunt. One thrust and his prick was deep in her and Arnie hung onto her hip bones, fucking furiously, his throbbing prick sliding in and out her steaming, sucking cunt. '
"PULL MY TITS," his Mom commanded, "Squeeze and pull my nipples."
Arnie grabbed the stiff tips of her breasts and rubbed them furiously between his fingers as he plunged his prick in and out of his Mom's cunt.
He saw her slip her own hand between her legs, rubbing hard against her own stiff clitoris.
"FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE BASTARD," she was yelling, "FUCK YOUR MOM WITH YOUR STIFF LITTLE PRICK, RAM IT IN ME, LET ME TAKE IT ALL! AHHHH, GOD, NOWWWWW!"
He was so far in her with his cock that he wondered if her cunt was going to swallow it whole, make it disappear. His cock was steaming from the hot juices of her cunt and he felt her cunt-walls sucking at him, pounding furiously around his cock.
Her finger was moving quickly on her clit now and her nipples were a full inch long as Arnie rubbed them furiously with his fingers.
"Oh, I'M CUMMING, you little bastard, your hot prick in my cunt is going to make me COME!"
Arnie felt his own balls boiling with jism and the red-hot fluid shot up the shaft of his cock and exploded into her big cunt as he felt her cunt muscles grab his cock and pump it dry.
"OOOHHH! CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG SO GOOOOOD!"
His Mom's nipples gradually went soft in his fingers and her cunt loosened its grip on his cock. She had come, too.
She pulled her pants up and turned around, buttoning her silk blouse conservatively. She patted his head and handed him a handful of cookies.
"All right, dear," she smiled, "go out and play. Supper will be ready at six."
Arnie took a handful of cookies and, still stunned from the casual fuck, started for the door.
"And, dear...?"
Arnie turned around.
"Put your cock back in your pants."
Arnie blushed and shoved his limp penis, sopping with his Mom's hot cunt-juice, back into his blue jeans and zipped up the fly.
"Hey, Arnie," Barney, his best friend hollered from the house next door, "you got some fresh cookies? I could smell them baking."
Arnie grinned, thinking of his stiff prick that had been baking, too, in his new Mom's red-hot oven.
He shared the cookies with Barney.
"Man," Barney was saying, as they sat in their favorite hideout, high in the oak tree, "I got a good look at Rosie's tits today in Social Sciences."
"Yeah?"
Arnie munched on another of his Mom's chocolate chip cookies.
"Yeah," Barney said cockily, "and I rubbed up against them in the hall, too. I'm gonna ask her to go to the movies with me Saturday afternoon and I'm gonna feel her up in the balcony."
Arnie grunted. It all seemed like kid stuff to him now.
"I betcha," Barney said, "I could get my fingers in her cunt, too." Arnie shrugged.
"What's the matter with you?" Barney knew that Arnie usually loved to talk about tits and cunt and especially about Rosie.
"I felt up Rosie already," Arnie said, biting into another cookie.
"But you didn't get your fingers inside her cunt," Barney argued, "so it doesn't even count. It doesn't count until you've put your fingers into a cunt."
"I'd rather put my hot cock in one," Arnie said casually and started climbing down the tree.
Barney stared after him.
"You put your cock inside a cunt?"
Arnie was dying to tell his buddy but he had a feeling that he better not. He didn't want to lose the opportunity to fuck his Mom's cunt-he wasn't taking any chances.
"I didn't say that," he said vaguely and wandered back toward his own house.
Barney followed, hot on his heels.
"You fucked a girl?" He grabbed Arnie's shoulder, hanging on. "You fucked Rosie?"
Arnie just smiled and shrugged.
"Really?"
Arnie turned and faced his buddy, head-on.
"I said, I didn't say that!"
He turned and ran back to his own house, grinning all the way.
He could hardly wait for supper to be served and eaten, the dishes washed and put away. He could hardly wait to follow his Mom up the stairs and into his Dad's big bed and ram his prick into her hot cunt once again.
He felt a warmth growing in his groin and he knew that he would have a hard-on by the time he reached the house. He did.
In the kitchen, mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies and the turkey pie that his Mom was making for their supper, was the pungent odor of recent sex, the smell of his stale jism mixing with the sweet smell of his Mom's cunt-juice.
He smelled his hand and savored the stale sex odor, feeling his prick start hardening as he did. "Mom!"
He called and got no response. Arnie walked into the living room but there was no one there. The front door was locked and the dining room and den were quiet, too.
He padded up the stairs and smelled the lilacs of his new Mom's bubble-bath and saw the hot steam forcing its way around the closed bathroom door.
"Hey, Mom!"
"I'm in here, Arnie, taking a bath before supper."
Arnie stood close to the door, imagining his Mom's full, naked body, lying in the tub, her big breasts floating on the lilac bubbled water, the silky hairs of her big pussy moving with the motion of the water.
"Okay," he said, rubbing the lump that was growing fast in the crotch of his blue jeans, "I just wanted to know if you were okay."
"I'm fine, dear," his Mom's voice came back and he was about to go into his own room and jerk his cock off with his fist, to hold himself in check until the nighttime, when his Mom's voice continued.
"I'm lonely for you, Arnie, why don't you come on in and keep me company?"
Arnie's heart lept and he felt his rigid cock move inside his jeans. With a delighted grin, he opened up the bathroom door.
It was steamy inside the bathroom and Arnie couldn't even see his own reflection in the wall-length. He could just make out the outline of his Mom, immersed in bubble bath.
He sat awkwardly on the edge of the toilet seat and waited for her to say something.
"Did you have a good time outside?"
"Yeah."
"What did you do?"
"Saw Barney."
"Oh," his Mom said with some interest, "that tall, lanky kid with the long, red hair?"
"Yeah."
Arnie didn't like the tone in his Mom's voice. He didn't like her to sound so interested in his jerk friend, Barney.
"I've seen him in the yard next door," his Mom continued, "He seems like a very nice boy."
"He's a creep."
Arnie didn't even know why he said that. Barney was his very best friend. Somehow, he had a quick and fleeting vision of Barney's long, bristly legs in between his Mom's plump thighs, Barney plunging his long, thin dong into his Mom's hot hole. It pissed him off.
"He's a jerk, Mom, really."
"Hmmmm," his Mon said noncommittally. Arnie got the feeling that she didn't believe him.
Arnie fidgeted on the bathroom toilet seat, his cock rigid, watching his Mom rub her body with a soapy bathcloth, spattering lilac-smelling soapsuds onto the tile floor.
"You could use a bath, too, Arnie," his Mom said.
"Aw...."
Arnie hated baths.
"Come on in," she smiled.
"With you?"
His cock was beating hard again, against his pants, at the thought of slipping into the hot, perfumed water with the big, lusty body of his Mom.
"Why not?"
Arnie stood up quickly and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor and pulling off his sneakers with the toes of the opposite feet. He ripped off his socks quickly, trying not to notice the sweat-sock smell that rose from them, and pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the toilet seat. His pecker, stiff as a board, bobbed out in front of him as he stepped carefully into the hot water and sat down between his Mom's warm thighs, his back to her.
He could feel her cunt-hair tickling the small of his back as she pressed her hot, clean cunt against him and he saw her full, ripe breasts floating on either side of his narrow shoulders. They seemed to pat him gently with the movement of the water.
She put her arms around him and started rubbing his hairless chest with the soapy washrag. Arnie usually hated soap and baths but his Mom's tender fingers felt good across his chest, massaging his small nipples with the bathcloth.
He looked down to see his stiff pecker, bobbing aimlessly in the bubbly water.
His Mom moved the washrag down to his belly and moved it in wide, circular motions, then down to his balls and prick, rubbing them roughly with the washrag and soap. His pecker seemed to spring out of her hand, anxious to implant itself in something else.
She soaped his scrotum and he felt his hard balls moving in the sac as she manipulated it with the slippery washrag.
Her strong hands pushed him forward and rubbed the soap cloth across his back. She washed his neck and ears and he thrashed his head, trying to get away from the savage scrubbing hand. When his ears were red and spanking clean, she ran her hot tongue in them, one by one, kissing and soothing them after the scrubbing.
She plunged the washrag into the bubbly water and found the crack of his ass, soaping it thoroughly, pushing her stiff finger into his tight asshole, scrubbing it.
"OW!"
She cuffed him gently on the cheek.
"Behave yourself," she ordered him and continued to rub the washrag around his asshole.
She plunged her finger, covered with the washrag into his asshole and moved it in and out in a fucking motion. Arnie squirmed but his Mom's arm held him tightly and he felt her stiff nipples pressing into his back as the probing finger in his asshole, stinging with the soap, rubbed his prostate gland and caused his pecker to bob furiously.
She stopped just before he shot off. Arnie gritted his teeth and tried to hold his jism back, he wanted to shoot off in his Mom's hot cunt, but he couldn't stand it any longer. When his Mom saw that it was inevitable, she plunged her finger back inside his asshole, massaging his gland furiously, and grabbed his convulsing pecker with her fist, pumping it to wilted emptiness, "AHHH, SHIT, URG, URG, UNGGGG!"
He saw his clear jism floating in the soapsuds, moving away from his body, circling his feet.
"You come too fast," his Mom said sharply and made him turn around. Arnie hung onto his Mom's shoulders with his hands, his body and feet floating out behind him, his prick, wilted and floating free. He kissed the big globes of her breasts and she lifted them from the water so he could suck on the big, pink nipples until they hardened.
His Mom got up suddenly from the tub, leaving Arnie sloshing, trying to maintain his balance, and she sat on the edge, her broad thighs wide open, her heated, gaping cunt staring directly at him like a wise, old face.
"Sit facing me," she ordered him and Arnie turned sideways in the tub, his back against the long wall and his face Staring directly into his Mom's bright-pink, juicy cunt.
"Lick it," she said.
Arnie obediently stuck his tongue out and delicately licked at the swollen labia.
"Lick it, I said," and his Mom pushed his face full into her cunt, "Lick, it, suck it, you fucking prick. You shot off before I was ready!"
Arnie smelled the heated fluids of her seeping cunt and he licked and kissed the big, hot pussy.
"Stick your tongue up my cunt-hole," his Mom ordered and Arnie found the deep, dark entrance and explored it with his virgin tongue. His nose was pressing hard into her swollen, sopping pussy.
He rammed his tongue in and out her hole, just like it was a cock and was amazed at the way her cunt-entrance grabbed at his tongue, squeezed it, milked it, as he pumped it in and out.
"Suck my clit," his Mom ordered, her breath coming faster and faster, "Suck my clit, I want to come all over your face."
He took her stiff, swollen clitoris inside his mouth and sucked.
"Hold it in your mouth," she instructed it, "and play with it with your tongue. Fine the hard spot, find the place that makes me happy."
He wrapped his lips around the fierce hot clit and ran his tongue back and forth across it, feeling a superhard knot inside the rigid tissues. He concentrated on the hot knot and he heard his Mom groaning above him.
He looked up to see her massaging her own breasts, rubbing her nipples and pulling on them, squeezing them, her eyes closed tight in excitement.
"Oh, yeah, baby," his Mom was saying, "suck my hard clit, suck me off, you little prick, suck your Mommy's cunt until she shoots off all over your face."
He kept on moving his tongue, faster and faster as he heard her moans grow longer and louder.
"Don't stop, you little bastard," his Mom hissed, "don't STOP NOW!"
He licked hard and fast.
"OHHHHH! UM, MMM, UNG, UMF, UMFPPFFF!"
He felt her body stiffen, her back arch and he knew the clit was red-hot and stiff, aching and throbbing in his mouth. He felt her swollen cunt-cheeks slap furiously against his face and he could see her rigid nipples were erected to their fullest.
She grabbed his head with her hand and rammed his head so hard against her boiling cunt that he couldn't get his breath.
"SUCK IT, YOU PRICK, SUCK ME OFF! AAAIHEEEEE!"
She was screaming with excitement and Arnie licked and sucked furiously as her body shook furiously in erratic spasms until her cunt-juices flowed hot all over his face.
He pulled back, gasping for breath.
His Mom did not let go of his head.
"Lick it now," she demanded, "Lick it clean and dry."
Arnie licked it with his tongue, soaking up the hot cunt juice and feeling it slide slippery down his throat.
"Now," his Mom said, getting up and lifting Arnie by the arm from the bathwater, "we're going to take a shower."
She pulled the bathtub plug and smiled as she ran the shower water until it was just right, not too warm, not too cold.
Underneath the shower, the soapsuds ran furiously from their bodies and Arnie felt his dong growing hard again.
His Mom looked down and saw his half-hard prick and flicked it with her hand.
"Here, sweetheart," she said gently, "Mom's going to show you another way to have some fun."
She turned him around, his back to her and, spreading the cheeks of his ass with her fingers, she ran a bar of soap against his asshole.
His cock was getting harder. All he wanted to do was to plunge it into her big cunt.
She reached around him and seized his half-hard cock in her fist, slippery from the soap. With the other hand, she pressed a finger against his tiny asshole.
She began to stroke his hard prick, slow, even strokes. Arnie felt his dong getting really hard and his balls swelling with jism.
He felt her finger probing at his tight little asshole and as her fingers moved expertly on the shaft of his hot, rigid prick, his asshole opened enough to emit one of his Mom's fingers. She moved it in and out, the same movement that she used on his hard prick with her fist, massaging his erogenous glands.
He felt his asshole opening further, her finger fucking in and out of it. Then, he felt a pressure again, stretching his tiny hole.
"Oh! OH, MY BUTT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
His Mom only held him tighter as she pushed two fingers in the hole, fucking his ass as she expertly jerked his cock off. He could feel her fingers ploughing deep inside him, in and out, in and out. His muscle stretched to accommodate her fingers and he was surprised at the pleasant feeling that he had with her stiff fingers fucking his ass.
Her fist was talented, better than his own, and she jerked the shaft of his hot cock perfectly. He felt his stiff cock throbbing, beginning to convulse. He knew that he was going to shoot his wad again.
His Mom knew, too and she moved her fist expertly on the cock as it began to ejaculate and at the same moment, rammed three stiff fingers up his asshole.
Arnie screamed with the pain and pleasure of it as his Mom's hard fingers reamed his virgin asshole while pumping every drop of jism out of his throbbing prick.
Arnie saw his steaming jism swirling on the shower floor as the water spun it furiously around and swept it down the drain. He wished that it had been inside the hot cunt of his Mom, instead.
When the warm water had washed the jism from the floor of the shower and their bodies were both fresh and clean, Arnie's Mom stepped out of the tub and tossed him a towel.
He watched her as she rubbed the rough towel across her big breasts, scrubbing them dry, making the nipples erect with the friction of her towel.
She dried the droplets of water that shimmered on her curly cunt hair and rubbed the towel hard between her legs, drying every drop of moisture from her gaping cunt.
She ran the towel down her asscrack and pushed it into her asshole, drying there, too.
Arnie tended to rub the towel once across his belly and consider himself dried off.
But Mom didn't let him get away with it this time.
She took his towel and rubbed his legs and feet roughly, his skinny legs and thighs and gently massaged his testicles with the towel as she licked his prick with hot strokes of her tongue.
When his prick was half-hard again, she wrapped it in her towel-lined hand and rubbed it fiercely. Then she took the towel and rubbed Arnie's back and shoulder, his neck and ears and, finally, his face.
She planted a motherly kiss on his lips.
"Now," she said, "Go get ready for supper."
For supper, hell, Arnie thought, his half-hard prick bobbing out in front of him.
"And Arnie," she called after him as he padded down the hall, "Don't jerk off. I want that prick ready for me after supper."
Arnie blushed. He had, of course, every intention of jerking off but since his Mom said not to-well, he figured she must have something special in mind for after supper.
He dressed quickly, pushing his hard rod into the clean jeans his Mom had left out for him.
He certainly hoped he was going to get to fuck her cunt again tonight, he wanted to ram his cock into her hot, sucking pussy and shoot a boiling load of jism straight up her, so hard and hot it would burst right out her mouth!
He grinned at the idea of it.
He sat on the edge of his bed, wishing he had a cock as big as his arm, a cock so big that it would fill his Mom up forever and no one but him would ever be able to satisfy her hungry, hot cunt again.
A cock so big that she could hardly get it in her mouth and when he pushed it in her cunt-hole she would cry out in pain, like when she finger-fucked his asshole in the shower.
Arnie's tight asshole was still sore from her three fingers ravishing him as she jerked him off. He rubbed his bottom with his hands, trying to keep it from smarting.
Well, he mused, now that he knew how to fuck a cunt and suck a cunt and suck a tit, he guessed he knew everything there was to know about fucking!
He wondered what his Mom was going to do to him that night after supper. There couldn't be anything left, there couldn't be a thing that Arnie didn't know now!
Cocky and grinning, he zipped his fly and darted down the stairs to supper.