Chapter 8
Joyce's estimate of travel time was right on the money. She checked her watch as she pulled into Danny's driveway and saw that it had taken four hours and three minutes. There was another car in the driveway, and she parked next to it.
Instead of grass, the front yard was xeriscaped with gravel, big rocks, little rocks, desert shrubs, and cacti. Leave it to her Danny. He'd always bitched about having to mow the lawn, saying he couldn't understand why people fertilized grass and watered it so it would grow, then had to mow it, fertilized it, watered it, then had to mow it again, repeating the cycle over and over, forever and forever.
She saw why he wasn't afraid to leave a key in a rock. There were rocks everywhere, and it would take a burglar hours to find the right one, even if he knew to look. She followed Danny's instructions, found the right rock, turned it over and over and fumbled with it, then finally got it open.
She found a note taped to the wall in the foyer telling her which bedroom to use and reminding her there was plenty of food in the house and telling her that the hot tub was filled and ready to use, if she wished. He hadn't said anything about having a hot tub. She'd never used one, and didn't think she would like it.
She got her bags from the car, put them in the right bedroom, wandered out to the patio and looked at the hot tub and the big brick grill, then went back inside.
She felt as lost as she did in her house. She wanted to explore the whole house, but knew there was a dark room somewhere and was afraid she'd open the wrong door and ruin his film. She made a pot of coffee and explored the kitchen instead, then took a cup of coffee to the living room and turned on the TV.
It was a large screen set, she thought it was pretty neat to feel as if she was sitting right in the middle of the program, and got so engrossed that it was time for dinner before she realized it.
She found a dinner of country fried steak in the freezer, nuked it and ate it in front of the TV. She cleaned up what little mess she made, took a shower, and went to bed.
Danny pulled into his driveway a little before midnight and parked behind his mother's car. "Well, at least she didn't park behind Hilary's car," he murmured. The young blonde sitting next to him didn't stir when he stopped, so he pinched her nipple through her sweater and shook it gently. "Hilary, wake up, we're home."
Hilary stirred and said, "Do you want me to take off my sweater?"
"Wait until we get inside," he laughed, and shook her nipple again. "Are you awake?"
She sat up and stretched and yawned and said, "Now, I am. What time is it?"
"About midnight," he replied.
"That car wasn't here when we left," Hilary said.
"My mother is here."
"Oh, should I go home?"
"Not unless you want to. She's probably sound asleep, and as long as we don't have a loud party in the living room, we won't disturb her."
"I'll stick my fist in my mouth when I cum," Hilary giggled.
"Who said that you're going to cum?"
"You're a big tease. You know that I always get horny when I pose naked. If you don't take care of me, I'll have to go downtown and pick up the first guy I see."
Danny laughed. "Come on, make yourself useful and help me get my gear inside, then we'll see what we can do for you," he said.
Joyce woke, listened carefully, and heard voices in the living room. She thought she'd left the TV on, and was halfway to the door when she remembered that she'd made sure that she turned it off. She stopped and listened again, and suddenly realized that it might be burglars, and she didn't know what to do.
There was a phone in the living room and one in the kitchen, probably one in Danny's bedroom too, but she couldn't be sure and she certainly couldn't go charging into the living room and call 911 with burglars standing right there!
Well, she had to do something besides just stand there and let burglars ransack the house while Danny was gone. She crept down the hall, fright tensing every muscle in her body. She peeked around the corner and saw that Danny was home, and he wasn't alone.
A petite young blonde whose body would stop traffic on the busiest street in town at the peak of rush hour was with him, and although she was all the way across the room from them, Joyce could feel the waves of eroticism surrounding the young woman. She was probably no more than 19, at most. She couldn't weigh over a hundred pounds, and her tight sweater gave ample evidence that at least one fourth of her weight was hanging on the front of her chest.
Well, my son obviously doesn't discriminate by age, Joyce thought, and he likes them well-built. Maybe that's the reason he went for Reta. Her tits aren't as big as that young woman's, but they 're certainly bigger than mine. What do my tits have to do with anything? Why did I even have such a thought?
Danny kissed Hilary's ears, neck, eyes, and the tip of her nose, light brushes of his lips that didn't linger long in any one place, and Joyce changed her mind about going back to bed right away. She wouldn't stay long, just long enough to see if they were simply playing around, or if they were going to get it on.
Hilary stuck out her tongue and teased Danny's lips with the tip. His mouth opened, accepted her tongue, then moved forward to cover her mouth as his hand slid under the bottom of her sweater and made its way up to one of her big tits and squeezed it gently.
Joyce felt a stab of jealousy. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't be jealous of my own son! It doesn't matter if he fucks that young woman until her ears fall off, it's none of my business! She ordered her feet to move, but they ignored her. Even the salacious activity at that damn orgy wasn't this exciting. She knew it was wrong to spy, but the idea of watching her son intrigued her, and she couldn't leave.
Hilary broke the kiss and sighed deeply. "Let me take my sweater off, darling," she whispered, "then you can lick them. I like the way you lick them." She chuckled sexily. "I like the way you lick my pussy, too. You are going to lick it, aren't you?"
You'd better, Joyce thought. If you fuck her without licking her pussy, I'll yell at you. What the hell are you thinking? You can't yell at him. You can't even let him know that you 're spying on him!
"If that's what you want," Danny teased.
"You know I do," Hilary said with a little giggle. "You've got me hooked on your tongue." m Hilary took off her sweater, and Joyce gasped so hard, so loud, she was sure they would hear her. The young blonde's tits were huge mounds that stood up so firm and hard, they looked like hard rubber, and her nipples were tiny things that seemed out of place on such big mounds of mammary flesh.
Danny cupped the heavy globes and hefted them, squeezed them gently as he alternately rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and licked them with quick strokes of his tongue.
Oh, nobody's ever done that to me, Joyce thought. It looks exciting.
Hilary said timidly, "Do you really like my tits this way? The doctor said they turned out better than he expected."
The young woman's comment confirmed Joyce's suspicions. She had gotten lots of help from a plastic surgeon. But that didn't matter, on her, they looked wonderful. If nature sometimes needed a little assistance, Joyce wasn't one to knock it.
"They're great, honey," Danny said. "No one would know unless you told them."
"I was so flat-chested before, you know. I think that's why none of those wonderful pictures you took of me ever sold. Now, maybe the editors will be more interested."
Danny put his head between the big mounds, pressed them to his cheeks and wiggled his head up and down.
He could do that with my tits, they're big enough, Joyce thought. Well, no, he couldn't do it, he's my son, but some guy could do it.
Danny drew back and licked Hilary's nipples until each one was fully erect, nipped each one carefully, then sucked each one, and she moaned softly, getting more turned on.
"My nipples are still very sensitive," she murmured. "I'm glad that didn't change."
The sight mesmerized Joyce, and she ran the tips of her fingers over her own nipples. They were fully erect, and even under her thin nightgown, very sensitive. She hovered in the shadow of the hall, her body trembling slightly, her eyes riveted on Danny and Hilary. Watching her son lick the blonde's tits was so exciting, it made her pussy wet.
Danny opened Hilary's skirt and tried to push it over her hips. When his efforts didn't meet with success, she stood, wiggled her hips quickly as she worked the skirt down, then hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and skinned them down. She giggled and tossed the skirt and her panties away with her big toe, then spread her legs and put her hands on her hips and stood proudly, brazenly, before him.
"Do you like what you see, darling?" She knew he did. He was eating her up with his eyes. She cupped her tits and pointed the tiny mpples at him, released them and ran one hand down into her crotch, slipped a finger into her slit and eased it up and down, over her clit. "Ooooo, my pussy is so wet, darling. You've just got to lick me!"
She straddled him on her knees, and he slid down flat on his back. She put a small pillow under his head, and he licked his lips as he waited for her to give him her pussy.
Joyce wanted to run back to her room, wanted to stay and watch, wanted somebody to lick her pussy. She stood as though her feet had taken root and stared at her son and the audacious little blonde with her huge tits.
Hilary straddled Danny's head, reached down with both hands and spread the blood-gorged lips wide, then lowered her twat to his mouth.
"There it is, baby," she moaned softly, "lick it good!"
Joyce couldn't take any more. She whirled around and rushed to her room. Stopped at the open door. Took a deep breath. Felt of her own pussy. Warm juice soaked it, and the hair surrounding it, and her body shook as if she had a severe case of chills and fever when she touched her clit. "Oh, fuck," she muttered softly. Turning around, she went back to her vantage point at the end of the hall.
Hilary rode Danny's face, rotating her hips, grinding her wet snatch into his face and mouth. Posing nude always turned her on, and she thanked her lucky stars for that snow storm that had come up suddenly and chased them off the mountain. His tongue felt so good, and the wet, slurpy sounds he made as he drank her sex juice turned her on even more.
The sounds turned Joyce on, too, and her hand stole into her crotch and one finger settled on her clit. It was as hard as she imagined the young woman's to be, and she used a light touch, trying to imitate the way Danny was licking the little blonde's clit as she rubbed her hard love stud.