Chapter 7
The car was barely out of the driveway when she and Blair met in the middle of the living room, their bodies coming hard against each other and their hands anxious to fondle, to feel and cup and caress. Their mouths crushed, their teeth raked, and Charlotte was surprised to find herself the aggressor, a little shocked to discover her tongue thrusting in upon his, and that her fingers were tearing at his jeans.
They helped each other out of clothing, and threw the pieces away. She sank to the carpet with him, her nipples hard, her belly flexing, and with a moist impatience gathering in her pussy. Blair played with her tits as they sat facing each other, flattening their round globes so that they could spring full once more, rolling the aching nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
Charlotte found herself kissing his tanned throat, kissing his shoulders and the firm chest where only bronze wisps of hair were beginning to curl. Blair's hands stroked her head, her neck, and she tasted his young slime with the darting tip of her tongue. It was flavored with passion, spiced by warmth and just the faintest salting of sweat.
"Do it, Mrs. Mason," he murmured, pressing her face more tightly into his lower chest. "Love it, love me-do it."
Not all the way, she thought raggedly; just his ribs and his tummy, because it seems to excite him so much. Love me, he said; love it. But she couldn't possibly do that, not ever commit a deviate act upon Blair, even though she wanted very much to make him happy, to please him any way she could.
Charlotte kneeled beside Blair's outstretched body as he spread his slim legs apart, her head at his rib cage, her hair hanging spread over him. He was such a beautiful boy, she thought, so smooth and unblemished, and she licked gently over his ribs, teasing him, making him wiggle.
Her fingers strayed into his crotch and played with his testicles, adoring the sac they throbbed within, feeling beneath the scrotum and tickling into the downy cleft of his anus. His penis stood up so lovely, the staff of it handsomely rounded, veined by delicate blues, and its glans was a dark pink, flanged artistically and centered by a tender slit in its blunted point.
Blair's tummy was quivering, so she slid her face adoringly down over its boyish flatness and kissed his navel, dipping her tongue into it. She was immediately rewarded by the arching of his back and a gasp; his penis throbbed strongly in her fingers.
Maybe a simple caress, Charlotte thought. It couldn't be bad to touch her cheek to that gorgeous knob or possibly brush her lips across it ever so lightly and briefly. Blair seemed to want it so, and after all he had gone the oral limit with her. It was only fair that she return a small part of the favor.
Snuggling down into the fresh crispness of his pubic hair, she kissed the base of his rod, and probed her tongue into the sweet bush of his mounded pubis. Her cheek pressed against his staff, and the hot trembling of it was wondrous. Turning her chin slightly, Charlotte kissed the meaty pole, enthralled by its velveted rigidity and the intimate longing it was expressing mutely to her.
This far and no farther, she thought dazedly, because to do more would be to be a pervert, to be deviate, queer-all the nasty things that could be called anyone who did sexual tricks with their mouth. But was Blair nasty, perverted, queer? He'd done it to her, and the thrill was beyond rapture, past bliss to a far kind of wild ecstasy that had melted all the metallic places in the core of her.
Charlotte kissed up the shaft of his cock, holding tenderly to his balls, playing into the hair at the base of it. The head loomed close, and she touched it exploringly with a quick tongue tip; it tasted only of Blair's youth and strength, it was flavored only by love. She licked it again, and told herself that he would have to make do with this, I be content with these limits beyond which she
I couldn't force herself to go.
He sat up, and his belly came against her cheek. Sighing, she started to lift her head, an impetuous yearning racing throughout her flesh.
' His hands were on her head, his fingers digging into her hair, and she meant to turn her face to look up at him, to tell dear Blair how sorry she was that she could not possibly go through with the rest of it.
Blair forced her face down, pressing with his hands upon her head. His hips gave a roll, and suddenly his cock was against her startled lips. The head of it was spongy and slickened by a droplet her stunned mind recognized as pre-seminal fluid.
"N-no!" she moaned, and the head of it pushed inside.
She had a penis in her mouth! Shock paralyzed her, and Charlotte drew breath with a gasp. A penis, a man's organ-the thing he peed through; a prick, a cock, a pole-all the obscenities and the dirty jokes. It was in her mouth!
Struggling, she tried to spit it out, to shove that pulsing head back out of her mouth with her tongue, but it would not leave. Blair clung to her head, forced her to take that stroking thing into her mouth, stuck it in so that the head rode over the roof of her mouth, so that the swollen rod lay ; against her shuddering tongue and came scraping across her teeth.
"Take it, Mrs. Mason-eat it, love it-let it all the way in, Mrs. Mason darling!" Blair's voice poured honey down over her, and as he rolled his pelvis, when he hunched his tail to lift his prick more, she felt herself going helpless, dissolving into a limp acquiescence. She couldn't fight it any longer; she could struggle no more, and it was with a sense of relief that she gave up.
The head of his cock reached up and rolled against the velvet back of her throat. She thought she would gag, but didn't, and he was so sweet, so eager for sensation. Charlotte fingered the root of his penis, and her tongue of its own volition laved his rod until he drew it back far enough. Then she curled it around the glans, licked it into the little wet slit, and Blair rocked his hips, groaning and panting as he did so.
She was thrilling him, she thought; she was driving him halfway mad with a building rapture, This beautiful boy was being brought to a peak of exquisite pleasure by something she was doing to him, and had never done to anyone before. Charlotte Mason, the prudish, scared housewife, was fiery enough to make a lover insanely happy.
So she sucked on it. She massaged the base and the root and she pulled lovingly upon the head of his lovely cock, sucked blissfully on the pulsing head and Blair responded by pumping it in and out, in and out. Lovely and sexy, and she was almost as excited as he was, without a thought of what was going to happen when he climaxed.
But he did reach orgasm, with a churning of his pelvis and a lashing of his outspread legs. The head of his lunging prick bulged, and Charlotte knew the sudden spurting of his semen, the hot, thick explosion of his come. It hosed far back into her throat, nearly choking her, so that she had to swallow in order to breathe.
It was like drowning, but not; it was like gagging on something that went down the wrong way. Mind spinning, mouth still sucking wildly upon the delicious, savory cock, Charlotte gulped down the creamy liquid of Blair's manhood, the very essence of his body, and therefore of his soul. It was really like nothing whatsoever that she had known before; the intimacy was matchless, the closeness incomparable, and she kept sucking, continued to chew on the boy's hard prick, holding to it because now she never wanted to let it go-
And she didn't have to release it. Gently, Blair was rolling her over onto her back, keeping his marvelous thing socked to the hilt in her mouth. Tenderly, he was wheeling himself slowly about on top of her, and Charlotte puzzled as to what he was attempting to do. In a moment, she knew, because his darling face was lowered to her belly, his hot breath was stirring into her pubic hair, into that needful crotch so stimulated by the loving she'd just given him-was still giving him.
His tongue found her slit, and she knew the delight of his nose as it reached down into one end of her labia. Licking, tantalizing, Blair teased his mouth along her pussy lips, hesitating every now and then to suck lightly of her juices.
Charlotte reached up and held to his cheeks; Blair rolled his ass slightly, and his cock slid around inside her eager mouth. Blair dipped his tongue into the tremulous lips of her cunt, and nuzzled deeply into the aching void of her vagina. Her clitoris ached, pained in the intensity of its anxious pulsing, but the boy's tongue found it, licked teasingly over it-then clamped hard against it, ringing the vibrating clit with sharp teeth.
She arched against him, bucked her pelvis up at his face as he drew the clitoris into his teeth and sucked daintily upon it. Moaning, gasping around the slippery cock between her own teeth, Charlotte stroked her cunt into the boy's hotly seeking mouth; she screwed his face as she would screw his pelvis, for the fury of the blissful response.
Grinding it, shaking her ass and crushing the nipples of her tits against his lower belly, Charlotte realized that this crazy tangle must be the sixty-nine position she'd heard whispered about. She knew only that Blair was sucking her pussy, eating her cunt, while she was pulling voraciously upon his prick and reveling in the caress of his balls upon her cheeks.
She was so hot, so hot! Inside her vagina, near-painful little starbursts were going off, and her love juices were turning everything buttery, greasy. She knew that she was flooding Blair's chin and face, knew that he was lapping into her fiery gash and trying to suck her dry, but she didn't care. Fuck, fuck-suck, suck!
Charlotte felt her orgasm coming, and sped up her head-sliding suction upon Blair's stiff cock, trying to bring the boy to another climax at the same moment, so that they could share the rapture together.
Hurrying, hurrying-and her cunt muscles contracted violently, her entire vagina rippled and the enchanted sensation gathered forces into her clit. It tore itself apart in the crazy violence of coming, and Charlotte clamped her thighs around the head of her lover as she hit it, as she made it in wonder and marvel and a wet, hot churning.
Pulling, pulling, as the waves thundered and receded inside her pussy, she felt Blair's cock-head swell, felt it grow bigger and tremble in that magic moment just prior to ejaculation. Snatching his belly hard against her chin, she sucked and sucked. He came with a rush of fluids, with a driving hammer of his balls into her nose, her forehead, her cheek. She loved it, loved his prick, loved his come, worshiped his crotch and ass and balls, adored his frothing semen.
They rolled onto their sides, drawn by a mutual imbalance, by muscles contracting and loosening, and a sublime lassitude. But Blair didn't take his mouth from her convulsive pussy, nor did she allow his softening prick to slide out from between the jealous confines of her lips. How long they lay like that, her thighs close about his head, his thighs locked tenderly around her head, Charlotte didn't know.
She was drifting, drifting, and the warmth, the goodness was so rich and sultry that she wanted to float forever in this lotus land. But they wiggled, and they made tiny, squirming movements, and at last, some lights, some sounds of the outside world penetrated.
A rattling of a doorknob.
The scuff of feet on the concrete porch.
"They're back!" Charlotte cried out, and slid quickly from him, to roll up on shaky knees as she peered blindly at the door. It was opening. Her daughter, her son-they'd be coming in with Elena, and she couldn't allow them to see her like this, all naked and sweaty and disheveled, with the juices of illicit sex still dripping from her exposed pussy.
Snatching desperately at her dress, Charlotte came to her feet like a startled doe and fled bounding for the stairs. Up them she leaped, running nude and running scared, her heart hammering within her shrinking body, and her lungs sucking for air.
Sucking. Oh lord, she thought, sucking! A few seconds ago, her son and her daughter could have come into the house and seen their own mother lying there sucking a boy's prick. They would have seen the boy with his face buried into the hairy lips of their mother's cunt, while dear, revered mommy rolled her lascivious ass.
The top landing ... the hallway ... and a cringing look backward and down to the living room below ... had they seen her? ... could they know ... disgust, hate, despair ...
Shaking, she reached the bathroom and whipped inside, shutting the door and panting as she leaned against it, her rumpled dress clutched to her belly. They hadn't seen her; she wanted to be sure of that, was sure of that, or she couldn't stand it. But how about Blair? Had he gotten away before anyone caught a glimpse of his naked flesh, of his softening penis? She hoped so; oh, how Charlotte hoped so.
Terrible; it would be shocking and horrible, to be seen by her own children, while she was engaging not only in sexual relations with their friend, with this lovely boy less than half her age. But it would be even worse to be caught performing a deviate act on him.
Duncan; even though he was doing it to Elena, it was only a few days ago that he'd been a virgin. How could he absorb the shock of his mother doing something awful, something ugly?
Jan; pure, sweet little Jan-so much younger than any of them: certainly she would collapse at the sight of her mother entwined nakedly with a young boy Jan thought was groovy. Poor girl; poor kid; how could Charlotte possibly consider endangering the child's psyche by being so selfish, so careless in her immorality?
Someone rapped on the bathroom door, and Charlotte leaped in guilt, in fear. "Y-yes?"
"Just me," Elena said. "Come on, open up."
Charlotte slid back the bolt and moved quickly to the sink, shrugging into her wrinkled dress just as the door opened
Elena said, "Hey, what the hell? You running one way, Blair the other? Couldn't wait to make it, eh? But come to think of it, I've scuffled around on the rug a few times myself. Get it where you can, I say."
"Did-did they see me? Duncan and J-Jan?"
"I don't think so, Charlotte. I was in front, and I kind of blocked their view until your little round ass vanished in the hall. My boy scooted for the kitchen, but he wasn't all that fast. He's hung pretty good, isn't he? Not giant, but nice."
Charlotte gripped the sink with both hands and stared into the mirror. She thought she could make out a faint glistening of wet on her chin, and another at the corner of her mouth; Blair's semen. Lifting one hand, she wiped it roughly over her mouth.
"I-I'm sorry we were so careless. That's what I mean about getting Jan away. The shock of seeing me, of finding us-well, it could be traumatic."
"I don't know," Elena said. "Kids grow up pretty fast these days, and Jan's only a year younger than Duncan."
Charlotte swung around. "Are you saying that Jan-little Jan-is having sex relations already?"
"Not me. Only, she probably knows all the words and scenes by now; those sex education classes, remember?"
Relaxing, Charlotte said, "Oh. But I know it would just tear her to pieces, if she saw me doingwhat I was doing, and with a boy she thinks the world of, herself."
"Maybe. But I just wanted you to cool down, to fix yourself up a little. We brought the clothes and things you wanted from your place. There was an envelope pinned to the door, and I'd make book it's from your boyfriend. The one you're scared to lay."
Charlotte took the note and saw it was indeed Mark's heavy scrawl on it. She dropped the toilet lid and sat down on it, thumbing open the envelope and unfolding the paper. It read: Charlotte, running away from me won't end it. You have to face me and do that yourself.
She looked up at Elena's green eyes, at her small and petitely modeled friend. "Mark won't give up. He-well, there's no point at all in him chasing after me now. I can't possibly marry him after ... "
"After making it with Blair? Oh come on, Charlotte; is your vagina contaminated, or something? You act like you have a tape deck planted in it now, that when big, handsome Mark sticks his rod in there, your guilty little cunt is going to start playing confession music."
Charlotte shook her head. "You can make fun of anything, but since I've been making it with Blair, things have changed for me; a lot of things have changed. I-I'm not the same woman, inside. My morals seem to have gotten all jumbled up."
Elena grinned. "Or gotten themselves liberated, maybe. Up, girl-I'll help you wash your hair before dinner; you've got carpet lint all through it."