Vickie's Mom  Chapter 2
by Cinque Manson

        
The summer  before my sixteenth birthday proved to be a
chaotic one, for myself and nearly everyone close to me. My parents
were getting a divorce, and spent all their time fighting. They barely
noticed when I moved out. Vickie's mom, Joanie, had invited me to stay
in the attic bedroom at her house, giving me a place to hide from the
exhibitions of acrimony at my house.

She told me, in front of Vickie, that she sympathized with me, she was
going through a divorce with her husband Jim, and had asked him to
move out rather than subject her kids to their bickering. I wondered,
to myself, how much of her invitation had to do with the incredible
sex session we had shared a month before, when she had caught me
beating my meat, in her bedroom, holding a photograph of her nude. She
hadn't made any further overtures to me since then, and I was lost in
a fog of confusion and lust whenever I was near her.

I had made some clumsy attempts at duplicating some of the
things that Joanie had shown me with a girl I used to call up
periodically and fuck around with. She was a year younger than me, and
though she enjoyed me munching her pussy, she balked
when I tried to lick her asshole. And when I tried to get her to jack
me off using her pert little toes, she curled up in a ball on the
sofa, holding a pillow between us and said I was a weirdo, and that if
I didn't leave she would tell her big brother what we'd been up to,
and he would beat the shit out of me. I left, with aching balls, not
knowing where to turn.

Vickie and I continued our more or less chaste relationship. I
hadn't asked her to have sex with me after her confession that she was
a virgin. Now that her mom and I had done so many dirty things
together I felt guilty about approaching her again. We still made out,
kissing and fondling, but Vickie seemed happy to leave it at that, and
I was secretly relieved.

I moved into the attic room without incident. Vickie's three
younger sisters had all left home for summer camp, Vickie spent almost
all day at Gifted Summer school, and Joanie was active on half a dozen
volunteer committees and hardly ever at home. I was alone most of the
time, in a great big house, with all I could eat and drink, and a
swimming pool in the backyard to boot. But I was miserable.
        
I wanted to have Joanie show me more stuff. I wanted her to
play with my cock some more, call me all kinds of names, make me cum
and then make me lick it up. I was depraved, and horny as hell.
        
The only release I had came one morning as I lay in bed
reading. I heard footsteps at my door, then an envelope slid under it.
The footsteps receded. I got up, walked to the door and picked up the
envelope. It was blank and inside was a sheet of paper, folded around
a photograph. On the outside of the folded paper Joanie had written
one word, "Patience". Inside she had placed the picture that had
gotten me in so much trouble. On the back of it she had inscribed,
"Don't wear it out!" What a card.

The picture was more exciting now than when I first saw it. I had
sucked on those incredible large nipples, ran my tongue aver their
bumpy surface. I had lain with my stiff dick in between those soft
brown thighs,  while Joanie brought us both off with grunts and sweat.
I spent the rest of the morning in an onanistic frenzy, until, after
five ejaculations and completely spent, I went downstairs to eat
something.
        
A few more days passed like this, whacking my meat in a fever,
then shuffling around in despair that anything else would ever happen
again between Joanie and me. I was laying on my bed one afternoon,
depressed, reading a novel, when I heard splashing outside. I walked
to the window and looked down into the backyard. Joanie was sunning
herself in the same bikini that she'd worn that day. Someone was
swimming in the pool, and when they emerged from the water I saw that
it was Sandy, Vickie's step-brother Junior's girlfriend. Junior was in
college out of state, and come home for the summer. He worked all day
in a division of his dad's company , and partied elsewhere most
nights, so we rarely saw him. His girlfriend Sandy was eighteen, a
high school dropout, and was happy just to hang around with a rich
college guy with lots of money. Junior liked having her hanging around
too, treating her like his maid, having her do his laundry, and other
chores, like polish the chrome on his motorcycle. To each their own, I
thought.
        
Sandy was a bikini-beach blond, with long straight hair, and a
body that wouldn't quit. Looking down at the two of them I noticed how
similar her figure was to Joanie's, voluptuous to the point of
exaggeration. Sandy's body won't look like that when she's forty, I
thought to myself somewhat smugly. I started rubbing my dick bulge
against the window casement as I watched the two women sunbathing
below. I focused first on Joanie, my obsession, then shifted my gaze
to Sandy. I wondered how her toes, nails painted shocking pink, would
feel wrapped around my unit. I became quite hard. I undid my fly and
fished my peter out. I was getting a slow steady rhythm going when I
glanced once more over to Joanie. She was shading her eyes, peering
straight up to the window where I stood, pulling on my cock. She had a
real knack for catching me in the act. She called out,
        
"Hi, come on down, its too beautiful a day to hide up there."
        
What could I do. If she'd asked me to jump out the window I
think I would have done it. I jammed my meat back into my cutoffs and
skipped the stairs leading downstairs. By the time I walked through
the kitchen my dick was no longer fully erect, but none the less hung
heavy in my shorts.
        
Sandy and Joanie lay side by side in relining beach chairs.
Joanie had on her pink floral print bikini and Sandy was wearing a
really skimpy black number, so small her full tits peaked out from the
bottom of her cups. Joanie gestured for me to sit in a chair at their
feet.
        
Joanie said,"We were discussing relationships, and I was telling Sandy I think she sells herself short with Junior. I certainly wouldn't do his laundry, and I'm his step-mother."
        
She took a sip from her diet pop and looked over at me.
        
"Take Bob here, he and Vickie have a great relationship, based
on respect."
        
Sandy smiled at me. I'm was sure she couldn't have cared less
what a couple of teenagers three years younger than she thought or did
about anything.
        
Sandy said,"But I love Junior, at least I think I do. Aren't I supposed
to do things for a man, if I love him, I mean."
        
"Sometimes. Sometimes its nice to get a man to do things for
you. Its nice for the man, too," Joanie replied.
        
Joanie lifted a leg and, pointing big toe, poked my knee, and
said, "What do you think, do you like doing "stuff" for a woman?"
        
I had been lost in the same erotic reverie I always inhabited
when I was close to Joanie. My brain was mush. I answered,
"Yeah, it feels good to do stuff for girls, uh, women, I
mean."
        
Joanie let the sole of her foot rest on my knee. She said,
        
"I know you do. You've shown me how much you like it. You
know, Sandy, Bob and I have a special relationship. Its one I think
might be helpful for you. Would you like to feel more in control in
your love life?"
       
 Sandy looked from Joanie to me. She smiled and said,    "I
guess so. I always wanted to be a little stronger with men."
        
"Good, Sandy, I knew you would. Sandy, I have a special
nickname for Bob, I call him my slutboy, can you guess why?"
        
Joanie scooted to the end of the beach chair. She sat with one
leg on the patio and the other raised and resting on my thigh. She
said,
        
"Because he'll do anything I tell him to, isn't that right,
slutboy."
        
I couldn't control myself, I answered immediately,
        
"Yes Mommy."
        
"See, and he's so eager", Joanie said , looking over to Sandy,
eyebrows raised, as if I'd said something witty.
Sandy giggled,  squirmed in her chair and raised herself a little to
see my degradation better. Joanie brought her foot off my knee,
straightening her leg and caressed my chin with the tops of her toes.
I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. It was glorious
to feel her touch again.
        
Joanie said to Sandy,
       
 "Watch this and learn. Slutboy, I want you to lick my poor
tired feet. You'd like to make them feel better, don't you?"
        
"Yes Mommy", I said in a monotone, hypnotized by the sound of
her voice.
        
I looked down at her foot, now hovering in front of my face. I
took her slender ankle in my hand and took in the high narrow arch,
the delicate flare of her foot to her toes, the wonderful array of her
toes, with the white, untanned valleys in between them. I opened my
mouth and took her big toe inside it. I washed her toe, circling my
tongue around it. Inspired, I started sucking it, and rocking my head
back and forth, like I was giving her toe a blow-job. I took her foot
in both hands and spread her big toe from the rest of her foot. I
pointed my tongue and butterflied the space between her toes as if
there were a clitoris there. My cock had grown totally erect in my
shorts, but because I was bent over ministering to Joanie's foot, it
was hidden. I felt abject and excited all at the same time. What could
Sandy, a gorgeous girl three years my senior be thinking of this?
        
"Mmmm, I love it when boys do this. Has Junior ever done this
to you?" Joanie was leaning back in a glamour girl pose while I
lathered her toes with saliva. She was swinging the leg I was not
kissing back and forth lazily, enjoying herself.
        
"Nope", said Sandy. She seemed dazed, leaning forward, elbows
on her knees watching intently as I held Joanne's foot and with the
wide part of my tongue bathed her white sole with long licks. Joanie
turned her head to Sandy and asked her,
        
"Would you like my little slutboy to lick your feet, Sandy?
I'm sure he'd love to."
        
Sandy's eyes got wide and she sat straight up. I'm sure she
was a surprised at the way things were turning out as I was. She sat
for a moment with her hands on her knees, watching my mouth swallow
Joanie's toes again. At last she whispered, "Yes, make him do those
dirty things to me too."
        
Joanie told me to stand up. I let go of her foot and got up
from the deck chair. My boner stretched the front of my cutoffs,
hidden no longer. The head was peeking out of the waistband,
distorting it. Joanie dragged her foot over my bulge and said,
        
"Look how nasty our little slutboy gets when he licks Mommy's
feet." She pressed and rubbed as I stood with my hands at my side.
Sandy's eyes widened and she said,
        
"It looks so hard. I didn't know boys got so turned on kissing
girl's feet."
        
Joanie  said, "You don't know the half of it. Take off those shorts, you little pervert, they're not hiding much anyway."
        
I undid the buttons of my fly, Joanie continuing to rub my
cock with her feet through the cloth. I pulled down my shorts and
underwear in one motion, proud to show off my hardness to these women,
proud to show how big Joanie made my dick.
        
Joanie ran her toes up and down my dick as Sandy watched.
Finally Joanie said, "Get on your knees and crawl over to Sandy."
        
I got on my knees and crawled in front of the voluptuous blond
in the black bikini. My penis pointed to the sky, the head purple.
Joanie instructed Sandy to hold out one of her feet. She then told me to stand up on my knees, and not to move.
        
Joanie joined Sandy on the same recliner, sitting next to her
facing me. Joanie said,
        
"Sandy, do yourself a favor, feel this slutboy's dick between
your toes. There's nothing like it", and Sandy slid her pale pink foot
up from the patio and along my leg, coming to a stop at my cock. She
looked me in the eye and then stroked the tip of her toe along the
length of me. I sucked my breath in sharply. She traced the ridge of
my urethra up to the thin membrane attached to the head, then rolled
my dick against my belly with the ball of her pale foot. Sandy's face
was flushed, her head hung down and she watched in rapt fascination as
my cock jerked and twitched under her touch. Sandy took her big toe
and slid it over the hole on the tip of my dick, sliding on the string
of precum that oozed out.
        
"Kiss her feet, my little pervert, show her what its like to
be worshipped by a slutboy." I'd never heard the phrase "worship" used
this way before, but of course Joanie was right. I was worshipping, I
wanted to worship these beautiful women with my tongue and cock.
Joanie was leaning forward, squeezing her breasts through the cups of
her bikinis. Her brown eyes blazed. She wrapped her hand around the
ankle of the foot Sandy had been using to fondle me and brought it to
my mouth.
        
Joanie didn't need to tell me to open my mouth. I gave her the
same treatment I had given Joanie, sucking and laving her pink toes
and grazing her soles with my teeth. My eyes rolled back in my head as
I was overcome by shame and arousal.
        
"Kind of tickles, ooh, that feels good though," as I simulated
a blowjob on her big toe. She turned her foot sideways, so I could
attend to her ankle.
        
I glanced up and noticed Joanie was rubbing her hand on
Sandy's upper thigh, moving closer to her crotch with each movement. I
began kissing the warm calf of Sandy's calf, mesmerized by the
movement of Joanie's hand, which was now rubbing inside Sandy's thigh
right at the edge of her skimpy bikini bottom.
        
"Does Junior ever eat you, honey, does he put his mouth on
your sex and please you that way?" Joanie asked in a breathy whisper.
Sandy,  breathing irregularly, replied in a small voice,
        
"No, no matter how much I beg him."
        
Joanie pulled Sandy's leg up and crossed it over her own,
spreading Sandy's thighs and exposing her crotch. I was idling,
licking the tender back of  Sandy's knee, and staring at her crotch,
where her bikini bottom was stretched taut over the round bulge of her
pussy.
        
"Come up here and attend to Sandy, she needs you, slutboy."
        
I moved up so my face was level  with the black panel of
Sandy's bikini bottom. Joanie's fingers played along the edge, dancing
and stroking. Joanie said,
        
"Start right here."
        
I sucked Sandy at the large dimple created where her thigh met
her crotch. Her skin there was pale white and translucent.
Occasionally my tongue ran into Joanie's finger, thrumming along, and
she would enter a finger into my mouth to suck. She played her hand a
while ahead of my mouth and tongue, then slipped under the elastic of
Sandy's bikini's leg hole.

Sandy moaned, and shifted towards me in the chair. Joanie pulled the
bikini to the side, exposing Sandy's sex. Her pussy was covered with
fine strands of pale blond hair. Joanie pushed down with her hand,
pinching the lustrous pink pussy lips between a couple of her fingers,
causing Sandy's clit to pop out of its hood. It was amazingly long,
jutting out like a tiny penis. Joanie said,
        
"Look at that, slutboy, look at Sandy's beautiful clit. Junior
must be out of his mind not to pay homage to this."
        
I bent forward and gently licked the quivering pink clitoris
held captive by Joanie's long tan fingers. I pursed my lips and
pinched the nubbin in them, running my tongue rapidly back and forth,
using her clit for a speed bag. I looked over and saw Joanie had one
of her own legs, the one not trapped under Sandy's, bent back, and
with her own bathing suit pushed to one side, was plunging three
fingers into her gaping cunt. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up and
down Sandy's entire vagina. Joanie spread the thin pink lips of
Sandy's cunt, revealing a narrow passage, ribbed with pink and purple
folds. I felt dizzy. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and
proceeded to fuck her cunt channel, sucking her juices into my mouth.
Joanie tormented her clit with two fingers. Sandy now lay back, her
head turning back and forth, panting. I felt the walls of her sex
spasming and flexing.

        
Sandy began a slow cum that seemed to levitate her off the
reclining chair. She stretched her legs out tight, and the fingers
splayed and fluttered as she lifted her hands at her sides.
I tongue-fucked Sandy's sweet pussy with all the strength I could
focus in my tongue. She bent over double, suddenly and violently,
sputtering,
        
"OH,oh,oh! Oh, aaaaaah. nggghgghh, oooooooooooo!"

I kept my pointed tongue buried in her sex as she slowly relaxed and unwound.
