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Under the Bed
   by Clint Kalmkren
   Copyright 2010
   kalmkren@yahoo.com

   This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only.  Copies and
redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is permitted.  The
following is a work of pure fiction.  Any resemblance to real characters or
events is coincidental.  In real life, I do not condone incest or sex
between adults and children.  However, I do find those things fun to
fantasize about.

   More of my stories, including my "ABC Plan" series, can be found in:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Clint_Kalmkren/



   Chapter 1

   Jimmy Franklin is such a jerk!  He knows I'm not his friend, but he
invited me to his house for a sleepover anyway.

   "Why?" I said.  "I don't want to sleep at your house."

   "I found my brother's porn video," he said, "and man, is it hot!  We can
watch it on Saturday night if you come over."

   This did perk my interest, but I tried to be cool about it.  "Oh yeah?
What kind of porn video?"

   "Well, I haven't seen it yet," he admitted, "but the picture on the
front has this beautiful blonde with big tits, and cum all over her face!"

   "How come you haven't watched yet?" I asked, suspicious.

   "My brother keeps it hidden in his dresser drawer, and I haven't found a
time to sneak it out of his room and play it without somebody around," he
replied.

   "How are we supposed to watch it on Saturday night?"

   "My brother is going out on a date, and my parents will be at some
dinner until midnight, so we can watch it then!"

   I considered.  Jimmy Franklin is definitely not cool, and I wouldn't
want people thinking we were friends or something.  On the other hand, I'm
15, and I've never seen a porno flick.  A lot of kids see porn on the web,
but my dad put a watchdog program on our computer that doesn't let me get
to anything good.  The thought of watching a whole porn video, with real
people fucking, was too good to pass up, even if it was at Jimmy's house.
My parents wouldn't care; they were going out to a party at the Country
Club that night.

   "Okay, but this had better be good!" I said.

   "It's hot, I swear!" Jimmy replied, and I believed him.



   My mom said she was glad I was going to sleep over with a new friend,
and she and my dad gave me a ride to Jimmy's house on the way to their
party.

   The party must have been fancy, because they both dressed up.  My dad
wore a suit, and mom had on a sexy party dress.  My friends kid me about my
mom a little, because she's beautiful, even if she is old.  I've seen lots
of men look at her, because she has blonde hair half way down her shoulder
blades, and a really great figure.  The guys make jokes about her feet not
getting wet in the shower because her boobs are so big.  I pretend to get
mad about that joke, but I think it's funny too, because she is stacked.

   As soon as they dropped me off at Jimmy's, the night started turning
into a disaster.  Jimmy had invited Ben Norman and Jeff Gleason, a couple
of real dorks, to spend the night too.  I can take Jimmy in small doses,
but Ben is only in eighth grade, and Jeff is such a nerd, all he ever talks
about are computer games.

   As if spending the evening with Jimmy, Ben, and Jeff wasn't bad enough,
Jimmy's grandma was there to babysit us.  We had to kill time watching some
lame movie until she fell asleep in the living room.  Jimmy kept predicting
she would conk out, so we kept waiting, and finally she did around 9:00.

   Jimmy sneaked up to his brother's room to get the video.  While he was
gone, I started to get a hard-on, just thinking about watching people fuck.

   Jimmy took forever.  When he came back downstairs, he looked really
distressed.  "It's gone!" he said in a loud whisper, so he wouldn't wake
grandma.

   "What do you mean, it's gone?" I demanded.

   "It was right in his drawer last night, I swear!" Jimmy said.  "I guess
he moved it."

   "Look for it!" I almost shouted.

   "I did," he said dejectedly.  "I looked in all the drawers, and in his
closet, but it's just not there."

   That did it!  I wasn't going to hang around with those three losers for
the rest of the night if there was no porn to watch.  "Fuck you, I'm
leaving!" I told him, and stalked out his front door.

   As I marched away, Jimmy came out the front door and yelled for me to
come back.  "We can play Playstation!" he said, as if that would make up
for his fuck-up.

   I just gave him the finger and trudged home.  My house is only about a
mile from his, and it was a warm spring night, so the walk wasn't bad, but
I was fuming the whole way home.  I really had wanted to see that video,
and that had pushed aside all my doubts about Jimmy.  I should have known
that creep would mess things up!  The worst thing was, I was super horny!



   Chapter 2

   When I got home, the house was empty.  I let myself in through the side
door to the garage, and made a bee-line to my parent's bedroom.  I knew
just what I wanted to do.  My dad keeps a couple of old Penthouse magazines
in the bottom drawer of his night stand.  I'm not supposed to know they are
there, but I have already read them quite a few times.  I was pretty tired
of them, but they would have to do after Jimmy let me down.

   I walked around to my dad's side of the bed, and pulled my pants and
underpants down.  My cock was already starting to get hard.  Then I
remembered I need a rag to catch my cum when I jack off, so I shuffled into
the master bathroom and got a hand towel from under the sink.

   I realized it was stupid to walk around with my pants around my ankles,
so I pulled them and my underwear over my shoes and completely off.  My
excitement was building as I returned to my dad's nightstand, and fished a
Penthouse out of the bottom drawer.

   Much to my gratification, unlike Jimmy's phantom video, the magazines
were there.  Switching on the nightstand lamp, I plopped down on the floor
with my back to bed, and opened the January issue.  Each Penthouse has
three pictorials, a letters section, and a sex advice column.  There's also
a bunch of stupid articles and stories I have never paid any attention to.
Since I had read this issue before, I knew exactly how I wanted to
masturbate.  I leafed to the first picture spread, which had this redheaded
babe named Jasmine.  She didn't have very big tits, but she was gorgeous,
and the last two photographs showed her pussy spread wide open.

   After I jacked my cock with my hand for a while, I decided to read a
couple of the dirty letters.  The first one was about a guy in the
hospital. Every night, this busty blonde nurse would come in and give him a
hand job.  My plan was to read a couple of more letters, and then turn to
the last pictorial, which featured pictures of two men fucking a blonde
girl, and cumming on her tits.  I was going shoot my wad while looking at
them shoot their stuff all over the girl.  I was stroking my stiff cock and
starting to read the next letter when I heard a noise in the house.

   It was two voices, and they were already coming up the stairs!  I
panicked.  There I was, sitting on my parent's bedroom floor with my pants
off, and my stiff dick in my hand!  I didn't understand how I missed
hearing them drive in.  Since they were on the stairs, there was no way I
could sneak out of the master bedroom without being seen.  Even as I was
galvanizing to action, they were coming through the bedroom door.  Since I
was on the far side of the bed, I ducked down, grabbed the magazine and my
pants, and wriggled under the bed.

   It was very tight slithering under the sideboard, but slightly less
cramped under the bed.  Immediately, the scent of dust crawled up my nose,
and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sneeze.  Fortunately,
I muffled it enough so my parents didn't hear me.

   I took a moment to calm down, and think through my predicament.  My
parents thought I was spending the night at Jimmy's house, and they would
have no reason to look under the bed, so I should be safe if I kept quiet.
I felt a little claustrophobic, but I could handle it.  I would have to
wait until they went to sleep, and then sneak quietly out.

   My parents were standing on my mother's side of the bed, facing each
other.  I could see mom's sexy high-heeled sandals, and her bare red
toenails were almost touching my father's shiny black dress shoes.  Their
voices were muffled under the bed.  I wanted to hear what they were saying,
so I crawled toward them, snaking silently around the central post under
the bed.  They were standing face-to-face, and I realized they weren't
talking, they were kissing.  After a moment, my mom giggled, there was the
faint sound of a zipper, and her black dress slid down around her feet.

   I inched closer to the edge of the bed, so I could see more.  The sleek
curves of her calves rose from the narrow pedestals of her high heels.  Mom
plays tennis, and her legs were smoothly shaved, trim and tanned.  As I
inched closer to the edge of the bed, I could see her knees, then up the
long, tapering stretch of her thighs.  At last, the white muscular bulges
of her untanned buttocks came into view.  A thin pair of black panties
clung to the curve of her hips.

   My parents were still embracing.  "Here, let me do it," mom said.  A
skimpy black bra fell to the floor.  I was familiar with that bra.  A few
years ago, when I was feeling horny and curious, I went through my mother's
underwear drawer.  I especially wanted to know how bras worked, because
that year, all the girls in my grade had gotten boobs.  I'm not gay or
anything, but I tried one on, to imagine what it would be like to have
boobs.  It was weird looking at myself in the mirror, naked from the waist
up, wearing a sexy black bra with bulging, empty cups.  My mom's boobs are
way bigger than the girls in my class!  The bra I tried on was the one on
the floor.  I even remember the size, 36DD.

   I scooted even closer to the edge, and looked up to see my mother in
profile.  Her bare breast ballooned from her chest, and my father's hand
was kneading it.  A gasp caught in my throat.  I realized they weren't just
going to get in bed and go to sleep.  They might have sex!  I felt
embarrassed to be peeping on them, but I could not tear my eyes away from
my beautiful mother's naked flesh.  The thought (hope!) of being able to
watch and listen to real, live sex seized me, even though I felt squeamish
about it being my parents.

   I was mesmerized to watch dad feel mom's tit, and see her soft flesh
bulge between his fingers as he squeezed it.  I have bumped into a few tits
by accident, but I have never gotten a good feel with my hand, even through
clothing.  I longed to hold mom's big, bare hooters in my hands like dad
was doing.

   While dad's hand was pawing mom's boob, she was stroking his crotch
through his pants.  After a moment, mom side-stepped to silky black nest of
her fallen dress, and squatted on her heels.  Silently, I dodged further
back under the bed so she couldn't see me.  She crouched in front of my
father, perched on her high heels, with only their thin black straps
wrapping her feet, and the narrow black waist band of her panties hugging
her hips.  The black tangle of straps and the empty cups of her bra lay on
the carpet beside her gleaming red toenails.  She undid dad's belt and fly,
and pulled his pants and shorts down.  His hairy legs slid into view as she
tugged them all the way down to his ankles.

   I reasoned that if I could not see their faces, they could not see me,
so I kept my face just far enough back under the edge of the bed so I
couldn't see mom's head at the level of my father's hips.  I couldn't see
his cock and balls either, but I could tell from her rocking motion, the
slurping sounds, and murmurs from my father that mom was sucking his cock!
Of course I knew about this, but I never thought about mom doing it to dad!
That idea made me feel a little queasy, but also intensely aroused.  How
would it feel to have a mouth sucking my cock?  Mom's mouth!

   As she crouched in front of my dad, I admired the smooth, tanned skin
that covered the toned curves of her calves, thighs, hips, and torso.  The
fat hemispheres of her breasts were white, except for large, pink areolas.
Each breast ended in a blunt cone with a prominent, fat nipple.  The faint
sucking sounds made my mouth water to suckle those juicy mammaries.  My own
mother!

   I had never nursed on those tits.  Mom is actually my stepmom.  My
father divorced my real mother when I was little, and married my stepmom
when I was four.  My stepmom has always been like a real mother to me, and
I don't think about my real mom very often.  I rarely see her, because she
lives in another state.  She has been in rehab a couple of times, and she
and my dad hate each other.  She accuses him of "dumping her for that
slut", and my father thinks she's a "drunken bitch".  I'm glad I live with
my stepmom, because she's so pretty and nice.

   "Stop!  You'll make me come," dad said.  But, I realized with a shock,
that it is not my father's voice!  How could that be?  Who was this man? 
What was mom doing with him?  I struggled to make sense of my unfathomable
situation.

   While I was dazed with incomprehension, the man stood my mother up,
walked her backward to the bed, and pulled her panties down.  She sat down
right over me, and the bed made a small creak.  The man dropped to his
knees, and slipped the skimpy black panties off her feet.  Then he pushed
her legs apart, put his face between them.  I knew it was possible for a
man to eat a woman's pussy, but I could barely comprehend a strange man
doing it to my mother!  What would it be like?  Would he put his tongue in
her vagina?  I wondered what it would taste like, to have my own tongue in
my mother's vagina!

   Since they couldn't possibly see me now, I inched forward for a better
look.  The swollen bluish head of his erect prick pointed straight at me,
and two plump hairy balls hung between his legs, surrounded by a thatch of
wiry pubic hair.  I was fascinated, because I had never seen anyone else's
erect penis before.  As I studied the bulging veins on his thick staff, I
noticed there was a faint reddish ring around it half way down the shaft.
It was my mother's lipstick!  Those same lips that had kissed me on the
cheek a few hours ago had just puckered around this stranger's prick!

   Mom made moans that got louder and louder.  Her feet lifted off the
floor and waived aimlessly in the air.  I lay on my stomach, with my
throbbing hard penis pressed between my abdomen and the carpet.  After a
few moments, the man stood and shuffled forward with his pants around his
ankles.  He leaned his bare hips into mother, and she gasped.

   The man's legs started rocking, and the bed creaked rhythmically.  They
were fucking!  The whole situation was so unbelievable, I couldn't think
anymore, I just acted instinctively.  I squirmed quietly forward, and
risked sticking my head out from under the bed.  Straining my neck, I
looked up to see the man's shaft plunging into my mother.  I really
couldn't see her pussy from my vantage point, but I did notice the pucker
of her asshole between her buttocks.  His hairy balls swung back and forth,
slapping her asshole as he fucked in and out.  Mother's legs were pulled
up, and her sandaled feet bounced in the air beside his hips as he thrust
into her.

   "Wait!" mother said, and they stopped fucking.  Immediately, I ducked my
head back under the bed.

   "What's the matter?"

   "We need to use birth control," mom panted.  The thought of mom having a
baby with a strange man was unimaginable to me, but so was everything else
that was going on.  "Let's get all the way undressed, and do it in bed."

   They separated, and mom slipped off her shoes.  The man whipped off his
clothes, dropping his jacket, tie, and shirt on the floor.  He sat and
pulled off his shoes, socks, and the pants and shorts that were bunched
around his feet.

   Mom stood in bare feet, and rummaged through her nightstand drawer. 
"I'm in my fertile period right now, so you'll have to wear this," she
said. "We're lucky -- this is the last one." A torn condom wrapper fell to
the carpet.

   In one of my clandestine forays into their bedroom, I had discovered the
condoms she keeps there, and even tried one on out of curiosity.  I
remember its tight grip around my prick as I rolled it on.  For about the
millionth time, I wondered how it would feel to fuck a girl, and whether
the condom would make it feel any different.

   Mom stood in front of the man, and I guessed she was rolling the rubber
onto his dick.  A moment later, they climbed onto the bed.  It creaked
above my head as they adjusted their positions.  They said some words that
were muffled under the bed, and then the creaking started.  They were
fucking!

   Under the bed, the creaking was loud!  Creak, ...  creak, ...  creak,
... creak.

   Briefly, I considered trying to crawl out of the bedroom while they
fucked, but it was too risky, and I was thoroughly engrossed with the sex.
My own cock was super hard and hyper sensitive.  The carpet was too rough,
so I slipped the towel under my cock, and wiggled my hips to rub it between
my stomach and the floor.

   The creaking got louder and louder.  Creak!  Creak!  Creak!  Creak!

   Mom started making loud moans.  Creak!  Oh!  Creak!  Ohh!  Creak!  Ohhh!
Creak!  Ohhhh!

   Was this normal during sex?  I began to worry that the fucking was too
violent!  Was the man hurting her?!

   The racket over my head increased.  CREAK!  OH!  CREAK!  AH!  CREAK! 
UH! CREAK!  UGH!  Mom was practically screaming!

   I considered jumping out from under the bed to defend her, but my pants
were off, I had no right to be under their bed, and I would be just a boy
against a grown man, so I chickened out.

   The creaking got even faster and louder.  Both mom and the man were
making noisy moans and grunts.  Was this the way people sounded when they
fucked?  CREAK!-OHH!-CREAK!-AHH!-CREAK!-UHH!-CREAK!-UGHHH!

   Finally, after the din of their fucking had gone on forever, mom yelled
"OHHHHH!" the man cried "AH YEAH!" and the rhythmic creaking ceased.  At
that moment, I had the largest orgasm of my life.  I pumped jiz into that
towel so hard, I thought I shot a hole through it.  I made a loud grunt,
which I couldn't stifle.  Luckily, they didn't hear me.



   Chapter 3

   For a short while, all was quiet.  Then they started to talk.  I
strained to hear them.

   "Wow, I was waiting for that all night!" the man said, breathing
heavily.

   "God, that was great!" mom replied breathlessly.

   I felt sheepish.  Obviously he hadn't been hurting her!  She had been
crying with pleasure!  Could I pound a pussy that hard?  Would mom scream
that way if I fucked her?

   After a moment, the man said, "How did you know we could get away?"

   "Rog junior is sleeping at a friend's house tonight.  At Country Club
parties, Roger always ends up in those board meetings.  All they do is sit
around smoking cigars and drinking brandy.  I told him I had a headache,
and that Gina would take me home early."

   "What about Gina?  Can you trust her?"

   "Oh sure!  She already agreed to cover for me.  I've done her a ton of
favors, so she owes me.  I let her use this place sometimes."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, she was seeing a guy too.  I let her meet him here, in the
afternoons."

   "You let her fuck her boyfriend here?"

   "Yeah.  It was convenient for her, Roger was at work, Rog junior was at
school, and I would just go to the Club or shopping, and let her have the
place for a couple of hours."

   "Did they fuck in this bed?"

   "No.  At least I don't think so.  I told Gina to use the guest room."

   "Who was the guy?"

   "Sam somebody.  I don't know him.  You know, Gina is a realtor.  She met
him when she was showing houses."

   They made more small talk.  My mind was reeling from witnessing live
fucking, and the implications of my mother's infidelity.  Plus, her friend
Gina was fucking some guy in our house while I was at school?  Did all
adults fuck around?  Was universal adultery a secret kids didn't find out
about until they grew up?

   Suddenly the distant rattling hum of the garage door opener sounded.  My
dad was home!  Mom and the man jumped out of bed.

   "Roger got home early!" mom exclaimed.  "You'll have to go out the
deck!" My parents' bedroom has a double glass door that opens onto a deck
on the side of the house.  The deck has stairs to the ground.

   "You were smart to park on the side street," mom said as they scrambled
around the bedroom.  That was why I hadn't heard them drive up!

   Quickly, the man grabbed up his clothes and shoes.  He didn't stop to
put on anything.  I scooted over to dad's side of the bed, and peeped out
to watch the man leave.  He parted the curtains enough to slip through the
door, and dashed onto the deck, naked, in bare feet, clutching his clothes
in a wad.  Just as his bare butt disappeared through the door to the deck,
a door slammed downstairs.  My father was coming into the house through the
garage.

   I was in a panic too, because I was still trapped under the bed.  Then I
spotted the spent condom lying on the carpet on father's side of the bed.
Mom had scurried into the master closet on her side, so she probably
wouldn't notice it.  What if dad saw it?!  I inched out from under the bed,
and retrieved the slimy rubber.  The tip was full of white fluid -- the
stranger's cum.  I was grossed out, but also captivated.  This had been
inside my mother's cunt!

   I snapped back to my situation.  Maybe I can sneak out of the bedroom, I
thought, but then I heard father coming up the stairs.  I had no choice but
to slide back under the bed, and keep hiding.  I shifted back to look out
mom's side again.

   Mother had swept up her clothes and sandals into the closet.  She left
her closet door open, and now the mirror on the inside of the door gave me
a reflected view of the whole bedroom.  She had put on a nightie.  Her
breasts bulged, with nipple points protruding.  The hem of her nightie only
came down to her mid thighs, and I realized she was bare underneath.

   Dad entered the bedroom.  I got an immediate whiff of cigar odor.

   "What happened to your board meeting?  I thought you'd get home late,"
she asked, neutrally.

   "I couldn't sit around drinking with those clowns anymore, when all I
could think of was coming home to fuck you!" he replied.  His words were
slightly slurred and too loud; he was drunk.  Mother and I always had to be
careful around dad when he was like this.

   My father is a big man, 6'3", 230 pounds.  He is also demanding,
imperious, and a borderline alcoholic.  He can be nice sometimes, but he
always expects things to be done his way.  He can be very harsh when they
aren't.

   Directly, I could only see mom's bare feet, and dad's dress shoes. 
However, in the mirror, I could see everything.  Without saying anything
more, he pulled mom to him, and kissed her.  His hands slid under her
nightie, and squeezed her bare buttocks.  After kissing and feeling her up
for a minute, he pulled the nightie off over her head.  I got my first
glimpse of her pubic hair, and the thick furry folds of her pussy.  Lifting
her heavy tits in his meaty hands, he sucked one nipple, then the other. 
Then he put his fingers into the cleft of her cunt lips.

   Mom squirmed.  "I'm still not feeling good," she said.  "Let's wait 'til
morning."

   "Hrump!  I want to fuck you tonight and in the morning!" dad exclaimed.
"I watched you flit around the party tonight in that little black dress. 
You looked just fine then!  All the men were ogling you.  They all wanted
to fuck you, but I thought, 'Eat your hearts out guys.  Tonight she's
mine!'"

   I wondered whether she could fuck again so soon after the first time. 
Would she be sore?  Could dad tell?

   "There's a problem," mom objected.  "I'm fertile right now, and I ran
out of contraceptive sponges."

   "What?" dad responded angrily, "How the hell d'you let that happen?"

   "I'm sorry, I just didn't remember to pick them up at the pharmacy
today."

   "Well, I guess I'll have to use a rubber." He went over to mother's
nightstand, and riffled through the drawer.  "I can't find any," he said.
He held up an empty box.  "I don't remember using them up."

   I worried that he could figure out that the stranger just used the last
rubber.  No, he would have no reason to suspect that.  But what if he
blames me for stealing them?!

   Then he replied slyly, "That's okay, I won't come in your pussy.  I feel
like doing you in ass tonight anyway!"

   "Oh God!" mom blurted.

   By this point, I was numb to the idea of watching my parents have sex.
After all, I had just witnessed a strange man fuck my mother, so why not
watch dad fuck her too?  But in the ass?!  I never dreamed that normal
people, especially my parents, had anal sex!

   "What are you objecting for?  We haven't done that way in a while, and
it's your fault you didn't buy the damn sponges!  Go in the bathroom, and
get your ass ready!"

   Mom meekly disappeared into the master bathroom, and shut the door.  I
heard the sink running, and some other water sounds.

   Meanwhile, dad stripped off his clothes, and climbed on the bed, which
groaned under his weight.  He lay on his back, and started jacking his cock
with his hand.

   "Hurry up!" dad shouted toward the bathroom door.  The toilet flushed,
and mom came out.  She did not look happy.  "Come here, and suck me nice
and hard," he commanded.

   Mom joined him on the bed.  Kneeling, she grabbed his half-hard penis,
and started sucking it.  This time, I could see everything in the mirror.
Mom's beautiful bare ass framed her pussy, her full breasts dangled as she
leaned over the dad, and her mouth slid up and down on dad's stiffening
cock.  As the blowjob continued, dad felt her tits, and ran his hand up
between her legs.  He poked his finger into her cunt and asshole.  Once in
a while, he grunted, "Oh yeah!" and "Suck that cock!" while she fellated
him.  In my imagination, I traded places with dad, so I was watching her
mouth travel up and down my pole.

   Eventually, he stopped her bobbing head, and positioned her on her
knees, upright, with her hands holding the headboard.  Her breasts bulged
under her raised arms.  My father knelt behind her.  Dad is a big man, and
his erect cock looked huge, pointing right at mother's butt.  He used his
hand to aim, and poked his prick into her.

   "Please, use some lube!" mother said in a pleading voice.  Then she
said, "That's not my ..."

   Dad replied, "I know!  I want to fuck your pussy first.  Don't worry, I
won't come in it.  I'll save that for your ass!" He spanked her buttock
with the flat of his hand, making a loud smack!

   With that, he started rocking his hips, and his prick slid back and
forth, going deeper every stroke, until his abdomen was slapping against
her buttocks.  He clutched her hips, and started pounding his cock in her
vagina.  The bed creaked loudly, and their bodies spanked together with a
smacking sound.  Mom moaned, and her big breasts bounced freely as dad
rammed her from behind.  He stopped momentarily, reached around to grasp a
tit in each hand, and resumed fucking her.

   My cock got painfully hard again as I watched them in the mirror.  The
fucking went on and on.  The noise was just as loud as the first fuck. 
CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK.

   Abruptly, dad pulled out.  His prick was thick and long and shiny.  Both
he and mom were panting.  Dad had squeezed her boobs so hard, they had red
and white stripes from the impressions of his fingers.

   "Now I want to come in your ass!"

   "Please, get the lube!" mom begged.

   Dad grunted some acknowledgement.  He climbed off the bed, and shuffled
though her nightstand drawer again.  He found a tube of jelly, and smeared
a glob of it all over his big, hard dick.  Then he climbed onto the bed
behind her, and rubbed another glob into her asshole with his finger. 
Ready now, he pointed his purple glans into her anus with his hand, and
pushed forward.

   Mom steeled herself, but as he penetrated, she made little cries of
pain, "Ow!, Ow!, Ow!, Ow!" Dad pressed forward, undaunted by mom's
discomfort.  At first, his fat knob squashed against her asshole.  Then, as
he kept forcing it, the swollen head disappeared through her tight ring. 
"Ahhh!" she gasped.

   I was overwhelmed watching my parents fuck.  They really were doing it
in ass!  I thought that was only for porn and perverts!  I was also
consumed by the wish that my cock was sinking into her ass!  Would it feel
different than a vagina?  Tighter?  I longed to experience it!  Fucking an
ass!  My mother's ass!

   Dad took his guiding hand away, and started to pump back and forth.  At
that point, mom's anus seemed caught on the end of his cock, and it just
flexed in and out with his strokes.  Gradually, the big dick started
working in deeper, sliding through her asshole.  She made loud noises the
whole time, "Ohh!  Ahh!  Slow!  Wait!  Ughh!" which dad ignored.  He
started driving the full length of his cock in and out, fast and hard.  Mom
was breathing heavily, and moaning continuously, "Uhhhhhhh!" As he fucked
her, shock waves rippled though her body, bouncing her tits wildly.

   My father handled my mother with awesome power and authority.  Did he
suspect she was cheating on him?  Was this her punishment?  Obviously, he
knew what he wanted, and how to use her to satisfy himself.  This was how
to fuck a woman!

   Dad never let up on mom.  He kept spearing her ass, shoving his cock
into her bowels, and then yanking it back, rapidly, over and over.  Mother
slumped onto her elbows with her head down.  Dad climbed up so he was
astride her, feet outside her knees, riding her ass.  He drove almost
vertically up and down, drilling his dick into her asshole.  It was a good
thing a pillow was there, because without it, dad would have rammed her
head into the headboard.

   The whole bed rocked and creaked.  CREAK!  CREAK!  CREAK!  CREAK! 
CREAK! CREAK!  Over the creaking noises, mom was moaning "Ohh!  Ohh!  Ohh!
Ohh!" every time dad slammed into her.  Dad was grunting "Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!
Ugh!" with effort.  Fucking is work!

   Finally, he yelled "Arghhhh!" and stuffed his dick in as far as it could
go.  Mother's wail reached a crescendo, "AHHHH!" When my dad came, I came
too, as hard as the first time.  Now my cum towel had two big wet spots in
it.  Vaguely, even though I was floating in a sea of bliss, I wished I had
come in the tight channel of mom's ass, instead of into a towel!

   After a minute, dad pulled his still-rigid shaft out of her behind.  A
thin string of goo stretched from the end of his dick to mom's asshole, and
then it broke.  Mother made a deep sigh, "Ohhhh!", evidently relieved not
to be impaled on his prick anymore.  Dad slumped over onto his side of the
bed, and mom's ass gradually sank down onto the bed too.  She made several
loud farts.  Mom never farts, but I guess that's what happens when you get
fucked up the ass.



   Chapter 4

   A long time passed, and they had not stirred.  Mother lay facing the
mirror with her eyes closed.  I figured they must be asleep.  Finally, my
chance to get out of there!  Silently, I gathered my pants, and started
slithering out from under the bed.  Just as I was half way out, father
snored.  At dad's snore, mom's eyes popped open, and in the mirror, she saw
me on the floor.  Her eyes dilated like an owl!

   The next events happened in a blur.  She jumped out of bed.  I scrambled
the rest of the way out, and stood up.  For a moment, we just stared at
each other.  Then our brains began to function.  Mom realized she was
completely naked, and reflexively wrapped one arm across her bulging
breasts.  It took her another moment to realize her pussy was exposed, and
slap her other hand across that.  Her hands concealed little of her
voluptuous body.

   While the horror and embarrassment of the situation was dawning on me, I
faced her with no pants, my genitals dangling.  When she started covering
herself, I bunched my pants in front of my crotch in a vain attempt at
modesty.

   Mom's eyes darted from me to dad on the bed.  He lay nude on his back,
his prick and balls limp on his thigh.  Mom fixed me with a pleading glare.
Don't wake dad!  her eyes said.  No way!  my eyes beamed back at her.  This
would go from disaster to catastrophe if we woke dad!

   Mom spotted her nightie on the floor.  She reached down to grab it, and
I bolted for the door.

   In the hall, I made a bee-line for my room.  Half way there, mother
called my name in a stage whisper, "Roger!"

   I turned to face her, still holding my pants in a wad to cover my
privates.  She had not put the nightie on, but was merely holding it
against her breasts to conceal them and her pubis.

   "What are you doing home!?  Why were you in my room!?"

   In semi-panic, I blurted a simple answer to the first question.  "Jimmy
and I had a fight, so I walked home." I certainly wasn't going to talk
about Jimmy's phantom porn video, and I didn't want to answer the second
question at all!

   "When did you get home!?"

   "Before you did."

   Alarm flashed across her face.  "What were you doing under my bed!?"

   I wasn't about to tell her that I was masturbating with dad's
Penthouses! No even remotely plausible lie came to mind.  In an instant, I
decided the only thing I could do was counterattack.  "Who was that man!?"

   "What man!?" she dissembled, looking away from me.

   "The one you fucked before dad got home!"

   She looked directly at me, her face a mask of fear and indecision. 
"What did you see!?" she asked in a thin, pleading voice.

   I had the momentum now.  "I saw you fuck him, and then dad came home,
and he fucked you!" I hissed.  I never say the F-word in front of my
mother, but the stakes were so high now, we both ignored that
transgression.

   "Oh God!" Tears welled in her eyes.  "Please don't tell dad!  You
mustn't!  I, ...  I, ...  I can't explain right now!" She gave a little
sob, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

   I felt a flash of relief.  With mom on the defensive, I was out of
trouble for the moment!  In her anguish, she let the hand holding the
nightie drop, exposing the fat, round nipple on one breast.  Transfixed, I
studied its rosy color and finely pebbled texture.  It was so close, I
could reach out and touch it!  My dick started to get hard, and I worried
that she might notice, because I was naked from my waist to my shoes, and
only holding my pants in front of me to hide it.

   Through teary eyes, mom didn't realize I was staring at her naked tit.
Strangely, she danced around on her toes in a nervous way.  She held her
other hand behind her on her bare butt.

   Finally, I pried my eyes off her succulent nipple, and answered her
plea. "Ok!"

   "We can't talk now," she said.  "I'll talk to you later, I promise!  In
the meantime, please don't say anything to dad!  Ok?"

   Her physical agitation increased.  She was oblivious to her exposed
breast.  Her eyes beseeched me to agree.  "Ok," I said.

   "Thank you!" she gasped, practically bouncing in front of me now.  With
that, she turned and scurried back into her bedroom.  One hand was clamped
between her buttocks as she dashed away.  In the bedroom, she turned
through the door to the master bathroom, and quickly closed it.

   I should have run the opposite direction to my room, but some reckless
curiosity made me follow her back to the bedroom doorway.  On the bed, my
father still lay naked on his back, flaccid genitals on display, snoring
softly.  Through the bathroom door, I heard loud, spluttering fart noises.
It must have been a bowel cramp that was making her squirm so much!  Mom
was on the toilet, shitting out dad's cum!  I also heard her quietly
sobbing.  Was she crying from the pain of butt fucking, or because I caught
her cheating on dad?

   The rest of the night, I tossed in my bed, tormented by fantasies about
one man after another coming through the bedroom door and fucking my mother
in the cunt and ass.  I wished I could be one of them!



   Chapter 5

   "Rog.  Roger!"

   I opened my eyes, bleary from my restless night.  Mom was sitting on the
edge of my bed, gently shaking my arm.

   "What time is it?" I blinked to adjust my eyes to the bright morning
light.

   "8:30.  We need to talk.  Your father isn't here.  He had an 8:00 tee
time.  I don't know how he does it after a night like last night," she
said, shaking her head.
Last night!  It blurred together with my fevered dreams, but that was no

dream!

   Mom was dressed in a short sleeve blouse and slacks.  The blouse was
tight across her chest.  Her hair was damp, piled in a golden swirl on her
head.  She looked at me seriously, then held up the Penthouse magazine and
my cum towel.  There were two dried splotches in the towel, from my
ejaculations last night.

   "I found these under the bed.  I guess they explain what you were doing
under there, but why were you doing it under the bed?  Where did you get
this magazine?"

   Oh shit!  Humiliation washed over me.  Mom had caught me masturbating!
"The magazine is dad's.  He keeps them in his nightstand.  I was looking at
it when you came home, and you came in before I could get out of the
bedroom, so I hid under the bed."

   Mom digested this explanation silently for a moment.  "Ok.  I know boys
your age are curious about sex.  But you shouldn't be sneaking into our
bedroom and looking at dad's private stuff."

   Inwardly, I cringed from her rebuke.  Then I remembered, my
transgressions were nothing!  "I'm not the one who should feel ashamed, you
are!  You're cheating on dad!"

   Mom jumped back a little, as if I had slapped her.  "You're right.  I
shouldn't be doing that," she said defensively.  "I'm sorry.  I know that
must have hurt you.  Dad and I have been having some difficulties lately,
but don't worry, we're not going to split up.  We both love you.

   "There's something else you should know.  Your father is cheating on me
too.  You know he always takes his assistant Elaine on his overnight trips
to New York?  Well, he's sleeping with her."

   I considered this briefly.  I guess the whole world fucks around.  I
would think about that later.  Now, I needed to put the pressure back on
her.  "Who was that guy?  Why were you fucking him in dad's bed?"

   "It's not important who he is.  I don't love him.  He's just a friend
who's been helping me through a tough time."

   "He wasn't helping you last night.  He was fucking you!"

   "Ok.  You're right.  But it doesn't mean anything!  I'm going to stop
seeing him.  I'll patch things up with dad.  I just need some time to work
it out." She looked me in the eyes.  Hers were full of anguish.  "Please,
don't tell dad.  I promise I'll be good from now on.  Ok?"

   Here was my chance.  "Ok.  But I want something in return."

   "What?"

   "Sex."

   "What!?"

   "Sex.  With you.  If you were fucking that guy, then I want you to fuck
me too!"

   "No!!  You're my son!  We can't do that!  Rog, I love you.  Mothers and
sons don't do that!"

   "You're not my mother.  Not my real mother."

   "Rog!  How can you say that?" Her eyes brimmed with tears, and one ran
down her cheek.

   A note of sympathy sounded in my heart.  I did love mom.  But I pushed
it aside, and remembered some images from the previous night.  Mom's round,
pink nipple pointing at me, so close I could touch it.  Mom's naked body,
with those sleek, hourglass curves.  Mom on her knees on the bed, with dad
slamming his cock into her behind.  My lust overpowered tenderness.

   Then I remembered my trump card.  On the floor next to my bed lay my
pants from the night before.  Leaning over, I felt inside them, and pulled
out the gooey condom from her lover.  Dangling yellow and crumpled from my
fingers, I held it up for her to see.  The tip still bulged with the dude's
cum.

   She jumped off the bed.  "What is that?"

   "It's the rubber from your boyfriend.  He left it on the floor last
night when he ran out on the deck.  I picked it up so dad wouldn't find
it."

   Silently, she stared at this gross artifact.  In a small voice she said,
"Thank you."

   "I covered for you last night.  You owe me.  I want the same thing that
guy got.  If you can have sex with him, you can have sex with me!"

   Mom looked from the condom to my face and back to the condom.  She
started shaking her head slightly from side to side, saying quietly, "No.
No.  No." Slowly she backed to my doorway, then turned and fled.

   Now what?  I wondered.  Could I pressure mom into it?  Could I blackmail
her?  Doubts filled my mind.  Did I really want to go through with this?



   A couple of minutes later, mom came back.  She had wiped away her tears,
and she looked calm.

   "Roger, I know you are curious about sex.  I remember what boys were
like when I was your age.  You must have a lot of questions after what you
saw last night.  We've never really talked about sex before.  So now I will
answer whatever you want to know."

   I pondered this offer for a moment.  "How long have you been fucking
that guy?"

   "I wish you wouldn't put it that way.  We started a couple of months
ago."

   "When do you do it?"

   "Mostly during the day, when you are at school and your dad is at work.
I usually meet him for lunch."

   "How often do you see him?"

   "Oh, about once or twice a week."

   "Where do you do it?"

   "Sometimes here.  A couple of times in a motel.  Occasionally at his
house."

   "Do you like him better than dad?"

   Mom looked directly at me.  "No.  I don't want to leave your father. 
It's just a fling.  For sex.  Nothing more."

   "Does he do you in the ass too?"

   Mom blushed.  "No.  We haven't done that.  Most people don't do it that
way, at least not very often.  Your father likes to do it once in a while,
especially when he's been drinking."

   "Do you like it?"

   Mom considered her answer.  "Sometimes.  If it's gentle.  I have to be
in the right mood."

   Was she in the right mood now?  I didn't want to just talk, I wanted
sex! If I demanded to fuck her, she would probably start crying and run
away again.  I had to keep my momentum, but just take it a step at a time.
I thought of my next move.

   Looking from her bare feet up to her blonde coiffure, I said, "I want to
see you naked."

   She looked pensive.  "Ok.  I'm sure you want to see my breasts.  I guess
all men do." She got up and unbuttoned the front of her blouse, exposing a
white lace bra.  Reaching behind her back, she unhooked it, and dropped it
to the floor.  Her beautiful boobs burst into view.  The areolas were round
and large, and the nipples pointed slightly off to the sides.  Between them
was deep cleavage.  Involuntarily, I swallowed.  My penis swelled.

   I stood up.  I was wearing only sweatpants, which did not hide my
growing bulge.  Usually I took great care to conceal my erections from
mother, but now I didn't care.  Boldly, I put my hand on her tit.  I was
touching it!  Her flesh felt warm, soft, and heavy in my hand.  While I
gently kneaded her boob, she just stood there, masking her expression.

   "Can I suck it?" I asked.

   "Ok," she said reluctantly.  Awkwardly, I pressed my lips to her thick
nipple.  I sucked it into my mouth, and played the tip around with my
tongue.  My hand still squeezed her other breast.  All the years I had seen
her in a bra or swimsuit, I had dreamed about what her tits were like.  Now
I was feeling them and sucking them!

   I wanted more!  Stepping back, I said, "Take off your pants.  I want to
see all of you."

   She looked me in the eyes for a moment, then glanced down at the
prominent point of my penis in my sweatpants.  She sighed, "Ok.  I guess
that won't matter much after everything else you've seen." She tugged her
pants down over the breadth of her hips, and let them drop to the floor. 
Underneath were low cut white panties.  Briefly she hesitated, then slid
the panties down to her feet, and stepped out of them.

   Her pubic hair was a light brown triangle of fuzz.  "I'm sure you're
curious about women's anatomy," she said.  She sat on the bed and spread
her legs so I could see her pussy.  A pink frill protruded between her
furry pussy lips.  She pulled the lips apart, exposing a livid oval
orifice. My cock hardened in my sweatpants.

   Pointing at a fleshy protuberance she said, "This is my clitoris.  It's
like a boy's penis.  It's a girl's most sensitive spot.  Underneath it is
my vagina.  That's where the penis goes when you have sex." She rocked back
a little, and the hole of her vagina opened.

   Ever so gently, I touched the curls of her pubic hair, then the soft
skin on her clitoris, then the entrance to her vagina.  She was slightly
moist.  Aroused, I pushed the tip of my finger into her, but she grabbed my
hand, and clamped her legs together.  "No!"

   I wasn't about to stop now!  I yanked my sweatpants down, and my stiff
schlong bobbed into view.  Mother made a tiny gasp.  Grabbing it, I pointed
it at her, and said, "Touch it!"

   Tentatively, mom brushed her finger along the swollen head of my dick. A
drop of almost clear liquid glistened at the tip.  "Come on, take it!" I
demanded.

   Her hand dropped.  "No Roger.  We can't do this." She looked away.

   I jacked my hand up and down my cock.  "Yes we can!  Put your hand on
me. Do me like this!"

   She refused to look at me.  Her legs were clamped tightly together.  She
was sitting on my bed, and I stood in front of her, blocking her, crowding
her, jacking my hand up and down, up and down on my cock.  "Come on mom! 
Touch me!  Suck me!  Fuck me!"

   "No!  No!  No!" She twisted away from me.  I leaned forward, penis in
hand, thrusting it at her.  Her boobs were big and beautiful!  Her pubic
hair beckoned in the vee of her legs!  I stroked faster, and then it
happened.  I ejaculated!  A big squirt of jiz exploded from my cock, and
flew like a white worm, landing in a sticky line on mom's nipple.  A second
squirt followed, landing a glob between her tits.  I kept jacking, and my
prick kept pumping.  More squirts sprayed droplets all over her chest.

   "Oh no!  No!" She fell back on the bed, raising her hand to shield
herself from my cum shower, but it was too late.  I only made a few more
drops that fell on her leg.

   "No!  Oh God!" Mom looked at the cum coating her tits.  The glob I shot
between them had run down into her navel.  I just stood there, still
holding my dick.  With horror on her face, she pushed past me, and ran out
of my room.  Her panties, bra, blouse, and pants still lay on the floor
where she had taken them off, next to the Penthouse and cum towel.

   I felt both elated and disappointed.  I had come, but not the way I
wanted.  But coming three times in the last 12 hours had at least trimmed
my horns for a while.



   Chapter 6

   Later that morning, dad came home.  He was in a bad mood, because of his
hangover or his golf game.  I avoided him, and mother avoided both of us.
It was just as well, because I wasn't sure what to do now.  Clearly, the
events of last night and this morning had changed our relationship forever.
I couldn't get the feel of her breast, the taste of her nipple, the
slipperiness at the entrance of her vagina, and the sight of her tits
coated with my cum out of my mind.

   I decided to wait until Monday afternoon, when I came home from school,
and mother and I would be alone again.  I wasn't satisfied just to jack off
on her.  I wanted to get naked with her again, and see if I could fuck her.



   Monday afternoon, there was a maroon Acura in our driveway, and mom's
car was gone.  When I let myself into the house, a woman was sitting in the
kitchen.

   "Hi Roger.  I'm Gina.  I'm your mother's tennis partner.  We've met
before."

   I had met her before, but I was annoyed that she was visiting when I
wanted another chance alone with mom.  "Where's mom?"

   "She's at the Club.  She is very upset.  She told me about the weekend.
You really got into some things that you shouldn't have."

   "That isn't any of your business.  It's between me and mom."

   "She's so upset, she doesn't know what to do.  It's bad enough you were
spying on her, but you can't have sex with your mom!"

   This is the lady mom let fuck her lover at our house!  I overheard mom
tell her boyfriend that while I was under the bed.  "Did mom ask you to
talk to me?"

   "No.  Not exactly.  She was so upset, she told me the whole story.  She
didn't want to be here when you came home, because she's afraid of you.  I
decided to talk to you on my own, to see if I can help fix things between
you two.

   "Roger, your mother loves you.  She's sorry you saw her with her friend
and with your dad.  It must have been overwhelming to see your parents
having sex.  A boy your age shouldn't see the things you saw.  Your mom is
going to stop seeing her friend.  She is going to work on making things
better with your dad.

   "You really have to stop asking her for sex.  She can't have sex with
you, even if she is your stepmom.  That will ruin everything between you,
way worse than things are now.  I know you're mad about her cheating on
your dad, and I'm sure you were excited by what you saw.  But you can't
have sex with your mother."

   "Why can't she fuck me?  She's fucking everybody else!"

   "You know that's not true.  Listen, sex and love are complicated.  You
don't know much about that yet.  Your mother doesn't just have sex with
anybody.  She admits the affair was a mistake, and she's sorry.  You need
to forgive her, and forget about everything that happened last weekend."

   "No!  If I do her a favor, she should do me a favor.  I want a deal!"

   Gina stared at me for a moment.  "Ok.  You want a deal?  Here's the
deal. You tell your mom you forgive her, you won't tell anybody about her
boyfriend, and that you will never ask her for sex again."

   "Why would I do that?  What do I get?!"

   "Sex with me.  You want to fuck?  I'll fuck you.  I'm not your mother."

   I was stunned by this offer.  While my mind whirled with the
possibility, I looked at her closely for the first time.  She was dressed
in a floral blouse, skirt, and open toed shoes with high heels.  For her
age, she was definitely pretty.  Her black hair was wavy and lustrous, her
eyes blue and alluring, and the pinch of the skirt at her waist made her
bust stand out.  She didn't have boobs as big as my mom's, but they looked
nice.  If she was offering to fuck me, I would get to see them!

   "Right now?" My penis twitched.

   "No.  First you have to talk to your mother, and straighten everything
out.  I'll fuck you after that."

   "When will we do it?  Where?"

   "Wednesday after school.  Your mom will be at a tennis tournament that
day.  We can do it right here.  That will give you a couple of days to
patch things up with her.  I want to hear from her that you have promised
all her secrets are safe, and that you will never bother her about sex
again.  After that, I'll meet you here, and we can do the deed."

   I stared at her.  In two days, I would see her naked, and fuck for the
first time in my life!  "Ok," I said.

   "Our deal is for one time only.  I'll pop your cherry, but I'm not Mrs.
Robinson."

   I didn't know who Mrs.  Robinson was.  But even one fuck seemed like a
good deal.  "Ok."

   "One more thing," Gina said.  "You can't tell anybody about our deal,
ever.  Not your mom, not your best friend, nobody.  Can you keep a secret?"

   "Yeah."

   "Good." With that, she closed the gap between us, took my head in her
hands, and kissed me.  Her lips pushed mine open, and she stuck her tongue
into my mouth.  Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I started to get
hard.

   She broke off the kiss, and walked to the door.  "See you Wednesday,"
she said as she left.



   After I thought about it a while, I realized Gina was right: sex with my
mom would ruin our relationship for the rest of our lives.  By making up
with mom, and promising to keep her secrets, I would never get to fuck her,
and probably never even see her boobs again.  On the other hand, she could
just be my mom again, the way I always liked her.  I wasn't even mad
anymore that she was cheating on my father.  I knew their marriage was
strained.  From what I had learned about her, dad, and Gina, everybody
fucked around.  If dad was cheating on mom with his assistant, why
shouldn't mom have a boyfriend?

   That night I found mom alone in the kitchen.  The fear in her eyes made
me sad.  She thought I was going to demand sex from her again, or threaten
to tell dad about her affair.  Instead, I told her I loved her, that I was
sorry for all the trouble, that I understood her problems, and that I
wouldn't tell anyone her secrets.  She broke down crying, hugging me, and
saying she loved me.  Even when she hugged me, and pressed her boobs
against me, I pushed aside sexual feelings.  I was glad to have my mother
back, and forget about treating her like some sex object in a Penthouse
pictorial.

   "Did Gina talk to you?" mom asked.

   "Gina?" I said, as if I didn't know who she was.

   "She's a friend.  I was so upset I told her everything.  I thought she
might come by and try to talk with you."

   I just shrugged.  I had promised Gina not to say anything.

   Mom started to promise to stop her affair and work things out with dad,
but I stopped her.  "Your life is your business," I said.  "I know dad can
be really hard to live with." I didn't say it, but I thought back to
Saturday night, the way dad had treated her, fucking her in the ass!  No
wonder she wanted a boyfriend, somebody to treat her nicely.

   "You're right, but the last few days have really made me think," she
said.  "I am going to stop cheating, and try to get your father into
counseling with me.  I think it's time for both of us to look at the way
our lives are going, instead of ignoring our problems."

   The encounter ended with another hug, and a chaste, motherly kiss.  I
was happy, because I really did the right thing.  Besides, on Wednesday, I
would get to fuck Gina!



   Chapter 7

   It took forever for Wednesday to arrive.  Even though it was only two
days, it seemed like twenty.  All I could think about was fucking Gina.  I
probably made matters worse by deciding not to masturbate, so I would be at
full strength.

   Classes Wednesday were a lost cause.  That morning I barely remember
going from classroom to classroom.  Right after lunch, I got called to the
school office.  What is this about?  I wondered.  Did something go wrong?

   When I got there, Gina was waiting.  She was dressed in a skirt and high
heels again.  I thought she looked hot.

   "Mrs.  Harris is here to pick you up for your appointment," the office
secretary told me.  "Your mother called this morning, and explained that
she was going to be busy today, so Mrs.  Harris would be taking you.  You
know Mrs.  Harris, right?  Your mother put her down as an authorized
alternate on the form you turned in at the beginning of the year."

   My mother called?  I didn't understand what was going on.  But I said,
"Sure."

   I walked out of the school with Gina.  When we got in her car she said,
"I called and pretended to be your mother so I could get you out of school
a couple of hours early.  I started thinking that since this will be your
first time, we don't want to be rushed.  I cleared my calendar for the
whole afternoon."

   I swallowed.  What did she have in mind?

   While we drove home from school, Gina told me she had talked with my
mom. "She is so relieved.  You did the right thing, Roger.  You kept your
part of our bargain, and so now I will keep my part."

   When we got to my house, we went straight to the guest bedroom.

   "I hope you know I don't usually go around fucking 16 year olds," Gina
said.  I am 15, but I didn't correct her.

   She looked me up and down.  "How tall are you?"

   "6'1"." Not as tall as my dad, but I still hope to grow a couple of more
inches.

   "You remind me of my first boyfriend.  He was tall like you." Gina
looked me, and I stared back, my excitement growing.  A note of worry
crossed my mind.  I wanted to be sophisticated, but I wasn't sure what to
do next.

   "Let's start by taking off our clothes.  Why don't you undress me?"

   Undress her!?  "Ok."

   She stood there for a moment, and I realized she was waiting for me to
begin.  It seemed impossible, but this lady had just asked me to take off
her clothes.  I unbuttoned her blouse down the front.  My hands bumped her
breasts, but I wanted to play it cool, so I didn't grab them.  When I
finished the last button at her waist, she helped me pull the blouse out of
the waistband of her skirt, and it dropped to the floor.  Underneath she
was wearing a bra the same tan color as her skin.  The tops of her breasts
bulged out of the cups.  Her nipples made prominent points under the thin
fabric.

   I reached around her back to unhook the bra, but she stopped me.  "No.
This one unhooks in the front."

   I put a hand on each boob, and fiddled with the clasp.  Finally it
opened, and the cups fell away to reveal her tits.  They were smaller than
my mother's of course, but still nice and round.  Mom's areolas are large
and her nipples are fat; Gina's were the size of large buttons, and pointy.

   I took a bare tit in each hand and massaged them.  Gina just stood there
in her skirt and high heels and let me feel her up.  After a minute she
said, "Go ahead and take off my skirt."

   Why not!?  I fumbled with the hook and button on the side of her skirt,
unzipped it, it dropped to her feet, and she stepped out of it.  Her
panties matched her bra.  I pulled them down, baring her pussy.  Unlike
mom's, the lips of Gina's pussy were shaved, and the dark pubic hair on her
mound was closely trimmed.

   She stepped out of her heels and the panties.  Now she was naked. 
Before I could do anything she said, "It's my turn to undress you."

   She peeled off my clothes.  When she pulled my underpants down, my hard
cock sprang into view.  "Ooo," she cooed.  "You have a nice big one!  You
do remind me of my first boyfriend!"

   I flushed with pride.  She took my prick in her hand and gently stroked
it.  She was actually touching my cock!

   "Lay down on the bed.  I want to suck you for a while." She was going to
suck my cock!

   I lay on my back, and Gina sat on the edge of the bed.  She leaned over,
took my dick in her hand, opened her mouth, and slid it down over the head
of my swollen member.  The feeling of her warm wet mouth gliding over my
prick was indescribable!  I was getting a blowjob!

   Gina's mouth travelled up and down my pole.  At the top of her stroke,
she sucked hard on the head of my dick, then she pushed her tight mouth
down my shaft until her lips almost reached my pubic hair.  I couldn't
believe she could take so much without choking!  This felt way better than
jacking off with my hand!

   Without taking her mouth off my dick, Gina slid onto the bed beside me,
on her side.  Her legs were splayed, with the foot of her top leg on her
other knee.  This gave me the best look yet at her cunt.  Her shaved lips
were smooth and tight; I couldn't see her pink insides.  In this situation,
I realized I could do whatever I wanted, so I pushed my finger between her
cunt lips.  Inside was warm and slippery!  I rubbed my finger around in
there, and Gina moaned a little.  Encouraged, my finger found her fuck
hole, and I shoved it in.  Wow!

   Gina's mouth worked my cock faster and faster.  Between the sliding
friction of her lips and cheeks dragging up and down my pole, and the
feeling of my finger in her tight moist tunnel, it was almost like I was
fucking her!

   Although the sensations were fantastic, I began to worry.  Gina's
blowjob was so good, she was going to make me come!  I was breathing fast,
and I could feel the cum stirring in my balls.  Gina was making faint
moans, and rocking her body on my finger as she blew me.  It felt great,
but I wanted to fuck her, and I didn't think she would like it if I came in
her mouth.

   "Umm...," I gasped.  "You're going to make me come."

   She took her mouth off my cock and looked at me.  "That's ok."

   "But you were going to fuck me."

   "Oh, we'll still do that.  I'm sure a stud like you can come two times."

   "But, umm, if you make me come like that, it'll get in your mouth."

   "That's ok.  Thank you for asking.  I want you to come in my mouth! 
Come on, give it to me!"

   Gina sucked my dick back into her mouth, and began blowing me even more
vigorously.  One of her hands circled the base of my cock, and she jacked
me so the upstroke of her hand met her lips on the down stroke of her
mouth. I resumed finger-fucking her.

   It only took another minute and I erupted.  A volcano of jiz exploded in
her mouth, and she gagged.  Her mouth stopped sliding to contain my cum,
but her hand kept pumping squirt after squirt into her mouth.  Since I
hadn't masturbated in a couple of days, I made a lot.  Well she asked for
it!

   One time I was curious after I jacked off, and I tasted my spunk.  It
was gooey and musky, and I didn't like it.  I had only taken a taste, but
Gina had a whole mouth full!  I hoped she wasn't mad at me.

   As Gina pulled her mouth off my dick, I noticed her swallow.  She just
swallowed my whole load!  Well, most of it anyway.  There was cum on her
lips, and a drip ran from the corner of her mouth down to her chin.  She
wiped that with her finger, and then sucked the finger.

   My erection was shiny from her saliva, and a little cum that ran down
the side.  Now that it was spent, it started to deflate and lean over in
her hand.  My finger was still in her cunt.  I took it out; the finger was
coated with the slippery lubrication of her pussy.

   "That was quite a load.  I haven't given a blowjob like that in years.
All men my age like to do is fuck.

   "You are like my first boyfriend.  He and I were about your age.  I used
to give him blowjobs, and he would come a gallon, just like you did!"

   Evidently, she liked me to come in her mouth.  Well that made two of us!

   "Now it's my turn.  I want you to eat my pussy, and get me off."

   Gina turned sideways on the bed on her back, put her feet on the floor,
and spread her legs.  She motioned for me to kneel on the carpet, and put
my face in her crotch.

   I wasn't sure about eating pussy.  I knew from my finger that she was
all wet and slippery.  But I also remembered mom's boyfriend did it to her
right before he fucked her.  Anyway, I couldn't very well refuse Gina after
she had just blown me, so I dived in.

   I pulled her shaved labia open, and inside she looked like mom.  There
was a florid pink oval, with her clit at the top, and her vagina at the
bottom.  I remembered mom telling me her clitoris was the most sensitive
part, so I put my mouth on it, and sucked it like Gina had sucked my dick.

   "Ahh!" Gina exclaimed, but I took that as encouragement, and started
working her clit with my tongue.  She shivered slightly.  Her pussy was
wet, and there was a very faint, musky odor, but that kind of turned me on.
Every time Gina twitched, I got more excited, and sucked and licked harder.

   After a while, I remembered her vagina.  She had liked it when I fucked
her with my finger, so I stuck my tongue in, and started tongue-fucking
her. Even though my tongue couldn't go very deep, she started moaning and
squirming.

   My hands found their way to her tits.  I grasped one in each hand and
squeezed her boobs while I pressed my mouth into her cunt.  When I started
pinching her nipples while I was sucking her clit, she moaned and writhed,
"Ohh!  Ohh!  Ohh!"

   She put her hands on my head, and squeezed her legs together.  Sensing
she was close, I sucked her clit even harder, and she came.  I had wondered
whether I could tell if a girl had an orgasm, but there was no doubt with
Gina!  "Ahh!  Yeah!  Ohh!" she cried.  She tried to push my head away, but
I kept eating her and twisting her nipples, and she started thrashing.

   Finally her body relaxed, and I stopped tormenting her.  My face was
totally coated with her pussy juice, but I was happy.  She told me to get
her off, and I did!

   Gina was out of breath.  "Roger, you're a natural.  If you do that to
girl, you'll make her very happy.  After that, she'll probably do anything
you want her to."

   When I came in Gina's mouth, I had worried that I might not be able to
fuck her later, but while I was eating her pussy, my hard-on came back,
stiff and engorged.  I stood up and regarded Gina's nude body was sprawled
on the bed before me.  Her inner labia were red and swollen from my
sucking, and protruded between her hairless outer cunt lips.

   "I want to fuck you now."

   "Ok," she said with a sly smile.

   I remembered mom's boyfriend had fucked her like this, after he ate her
pussy.  Then I remembered, mom had stopped her boyfriend to put on a
rubber.

   "Um, should I put on a condom?" With the box in my mom's nightstand
empty, I didn't know where I could get one.

   "No.  I had my tubes tied after my last pregnancy.  You can come in my
pussy."

   That was all I needed to hear.  Gina turned the long way on the bed, and
I climbed between her legs.  Taking my hard dick in my hand, I placed the
bulbous head between her cunt lips.  Then I leaned forward, and pushed with
my hips.  My cock head pressed into her fuck hole, and I slowly shoved it
up inside her.  I did it!  I was fucking!

   Gina sighed as I slid into her vagina.  I liked the sound of that.  My
penis liked the tight silky feel inside her.  I started rocking, slowly at
first, then I picked up speed.  The sensation of my cock sliding back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth in her cunt was even better than I
dreamed.

   Mom's boyfriend and my father both fucked my mother hard, so I lay on
top of Gina, and pounded her pussy with deep, rapid strokes.  She made
little gasps.  The bed creaked, just like my parents' bed did when mom was
getting fucked.  Under me, Gina clutched me and rocked her hips to meet my
thrusts.  We were both breathing hard.  I wanted to come, bad, but my dick
was like wood.  Finally I got tired and stopped.

   Gina whispered in my ear, "Roll over.  Let me be on top for a while."

   Without separating, we rolled.  Gina pulled her knees beside my hips,
and pushed her torso upright with her arms straight by my shoulders.  She
bounced up and down on my prick, landing her buttocks on my loins with a
"slap-slap-slap" sound.  It was amazing watching my pole slide into the
groove of her cunt lips and disappear inside her.  Her tits bobbed in my
face, and I grabbed them.  Gina's eyes were closed, her breathing ragged,
and her face and neck flushed.  After just a couple of minutes fucking me,
she slammed her crotch against mine, and ground her pussy on my pubic bone.
"Aggghhh!" she groaned as she came.

   During her orgasm, her vagina squeezed my dick, but I still didn't come.
I was pleased that Gina had come while fucking me, but now what?  Would she
be mad that I didn't come?  I really wanted to, but her blowjob was still
blunting response, so I wasn't there yet.

   "That was good!" Gina panted.  "Did you come?"

   "Not yet," I had to admit.

   "Such stamina!  You are a stud.  Let's try the doggy position."

   Gina pulled her cunt off my rigid dick with a faint slurp, and climbed
onto her hands and knees with her ass facing me.  Her waist wasn't as
narrow as my mom's but her ass was nice.  She spread her knees apart,
offering me her cunt, but it was her asshole that caught my eye.

   What would it feel like to fuck her in the ass?  I bet that would make
me come!  But what if Gina wasn't 'in the right mood'?  Heedless, I walked
on my knees between her legs.  My stiff prick was shiny with mucus from her
pussy.  I poked my dick head into her asshole, and tried to push it in.

   "Wait!  That's the wrong hole!" Gina looked back over her shoulder in
alarm.

   "I just want to fuck it a little," I said, still pressing my glans
against her anus.

   "No!" Gina said sharply.  "We're not doing that!  Stick your cock in my
pussy and fuck me the normal way."

   I desperately wanted to shove it in her ass, but I also didn't want to
be a jerk like my dad.  This lady just told me to fuck her in the pussy. 
She had said I could come in her cunt.  I couldn't argue with that offer!

   I aimed my cock into her cunt, and it glided into her well-fucked
channel.  Grabbing her love handles (now I understood the name!), I
commenced pounding her from behind.  This position was a real turn-on.  Her
bare back tapered to her waist, where her round buttocks flared.  Gina's
asshole still beckoned as I pistoned my prick in and out of her pussy. 
Every time my shaft slid back, the rim of her vagina clung to it like a
sucking mouth.  The bed creaked, my groin slapped her ass cheeks, and we
both grunted as I fucked her.  Finally, I felt the cum welling in my balls,
and then I exploded in her cunt.  The stimulation was too intense to fuck
while I ejaculated, so I shoved my cock in as far as I could, and held it
there while pumped jiz into her.

   I had done it!  I had fucked a woman and shot my load in her cunt!  I
even made her come.  I was a virgin no more.

   After I pulled my cock out, we lay together quietly.  A while later,
Gina sat up, and hunted for her panties on the floor.  She also picked up
her purse, and fished a small packet out of it.  As she tore it open, I saw
it was some kind of feminine pad like they advertise on TV.  She pressed
the adhesive pad into the crotch of her panties, slipped her feet into the
leg holes, and pulled them up.  Noting my curiosity, she said, "I expect
you made as much cum in my pussy as when you came in my mouth.  I don't
want to go around the rest of the day with soaked panties, and I definitely
don't want to your cum running down my leg while I'm wearing a skirt!" I
thought those pads were only for menstrual periods, but that made sense. 
Once she was upright, my jiz wouldn't stay in her hole forever.

   We both got dressed.  I was elated that I had just had sex, but sad that
we were done for good.  I wanted to fuck her again!  Unfortunately, she had
made her deal very clear, and I knew I would never get another chance with
her.

   As she was leaving, she said, "Roger, you did great!  That was the most
fun I've had in a long time.  You are so like my high school boyfriend! 
Ah!," she sighed, "you are going to have lots of fun with girls.  Just
treat them right, and be careful not to get them pregnant!"

   She gave me a great kiss, and left.  Wow.  I hoped she was right about
fucking some girls in the future, but I had no immediate prospects.  I
wished I could see her again.



   Chapter 8

   After losing my virginity, I looked at girls in a new way.  Every time a
saw a pretty girl smile, I imagined how she would look with my dick in her
mouth.  When I saw a pair of breasts in a tight shirt, I imagined them
bare, nipples protruding.  As I walked behind a girl in hip-hugging pants,
I imagined her bent over, ass bare, crack spread open to reveal her asshole
and cunt.

   I looked a women differently too.  Before jacking off on my mom and
fucking Gina, I never thought about women over 30 as sexual possibilities.
Now when I saw pretty women, I admired their fuller busts, flared hips, and
shapely legs.  I fantasized about how their pussies would look, and how it
would feel to fuck them, sawing my hard dick in and out of their cunts
while they wiggled and moaned underneath me.

   So rather than quenching my sexual curiously, actually fucking had just
made my longings and fantasies worse.

   One day, a couple of weeks after my encounter with Gina, I was walking
home after school, thinking about a girl in one of my classes.  A maroon
Acura pulled up along the road beside me, and the passenger window motored
down.  "Hello Roger!" Gina called from the driver side.  "Need a ride?  Hop
in!"

   Seeing Gina again jolted me with hope and desire.  "Sure," I said as I
unshouldered my backpack and climbed in the passenger seat.  As usual, she
was dressed in a snug blouse, skirt, and high heels.

   "I just happened to be driving by, and I saw you walking, so I thought
I'd say hello.  How are you?"

   "Good," I said.  What does she want?  I wondered.  Should I tell her how
great she was?  But if she's only giving me a ride home, I should just play
this cool, I decided.

   She drove along slowly.  After a brief pause she said, "You know, I had
a great time with you.  You did too, right?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Do you have a girlfriend yet?"

   "No."

   "Ok.  So ..., I was wondering ..., would you be interested in -- in
getting together again sometime?"

   "Yeah!" I said.  "That would be great!  I wanted to, but you said we
could only do it once."

   "Well, I did ..., but since then, I've been thinking about you a lot.  I
think it would be fun to get together once in a while, if we just keep it
casual.  You know, we can't get involved romantically, or see each other
except for sex.  No commitments.  Just have fun.  And of course, this has
to be completely secret.

   "Ok?  What do you say?"

   "Sure, that would be great.  I've thought about you a lot too.  I wanted
to see you again, but you were so firm about our deal, I thought there was
no way."

   "Great!" Gina smiled.  "You know, I just got done showing a house to a
client, right around the corner from here.  The owner cleared out for the
showing, and she won't be back for a while.  Are you free right now?  We
could just stop in there for a quickie." Gina beamed at me, as if I needed
persuading.  She wasn't as cool and businesslike as she had been in our
previous encounters; she was nervous or excited.

   My heart leapt.  A quickie?  Right now?!  "Sure!  Yeah!  Great!"

   She drove a few blocks, then turned into the driveway of a ranch-style
house.  There was a 'For Sale' sign in the yard with Gina's name on it.  We
walked up to the front door, Gina opened a combination padlock case on the
door handle, took out a key, and unlocked the door.

   We entered a small foyer, with a living room off to one side.  "Let's go
in the study," Gina said, leading the way down a short hall.  The study had
dark wood paneling, a two cushion loveseat, a desk and office chair, and
bookcases.  Did she want to do it on the floor?  I wondered.

   As soon as we entered the study, Gina threw her arms around me, pressed
her body against mine, and gave me a deep French kiss.  I rubbed one hand
on her ass, and the other on her back, feeling the back strap of her bra
through her blouse.  Her lips mashed against my mouth and her tongue
wrestled with mine.

   Abruptly she stepped back from me.  Her lipstick was smeared; probably
on my mouth too.  "We don't have much time," she said.  She undid my belt,
and tugged my pants and briefs to my ankles.  My dick wasn't all the way
hard yet, but it was already long and tumescent.  Gina dropped to her knees
on the carpet in front of me and grasped my cock.  Her eyes sparkled as she
gazed at it.  Her other hand cupped my scrotum, fondling my testicles. 
"Nice balls," she said.  She lifted my dick out of the way, and swirled her
tongue around and around my nuts.  It felt amazing when she actually sucked
one testicle and then the other into her mouth.  After she finished sucking
my balls, she slid her mouth over my dickhead.  Instantly, my prick sprang
to full rigidity, and the head swelled in her mouth.

   This was fucking unbelievable!  A few minutes ago, I was ambling home
from school, alone, fantasizing about the non-existent possibility of sex
with a girl in my class.  Now I was in some stranger's house, with my pants
around my ankles, and a middle-aged woman kneeling in front of me sucking
my dick!

   Like before, Gina gave me a good blowjob.  Her lips moulded to my shaft
as her head bobbed back and forth.  Her thumb and index finger circled the
base of my staff, gently squeezing, while her other hand caressed my balls.
The whole time, she made low moaning noises, "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm."

   The intense sucking started getting to me, so I put my hand on her head
and stopped her.  "You're going to make me come.  Can we fuck now?"

   "No, we can't do that today.  I want you to come in my mouth."

   I felt let down.  I badly wanted to fuck her.  But I had to accept that
we couldn't do that quickly in somebody else's house, so I would have to
wait for another time.  Then I asked, "But what about you?  Do you want me
to eat you?"

   "No.  Just come for me, that's all I want today."

   I realized that her meeting me on my way home from school today was not
a chance encounter.  Coming to this house was not a spontaneous idea
either. This lady really wanted to suck me off, and this was her scheme to
do it!

   The top two buttons of her blouse were open, and I could just see a
little cleavage.  But I wanted more!  "Can you take off your shirt?" I
asked.  "I'd like to see your tits."

   Gina glanced at her watch, then looked up at me and said "Ok." She
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing a beige bra.  The tops of her breasts
bulged above low cups.  Reaching behind her back, she unhooked it and cast
it to the floor.  Her nipples were hard ruddy points.

   "There, happy now?" she asked me.

   I reached down, and copped a feel of her soft bare tit.  "Yeah!"

   "Ok, now hurry up and make a big cum for me," she said.  She resumed the
blowjob.

   I was less close to coming than before the pause to take off her bra,
but seeing her tits while she sucked me more than made up for that.  Gina
was flushed with excitement.  She moaned while her mouth travelled back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth over the length of my dick.  Her
drool ran down from my cock over her hands and my balls, and dripped on the
carpet.  She sucked hard, fucking me with her mouth.  Knowing that she
wanted me to come in her mouth made me want to give it to her even more.

   I was just about there when we heard a door open in the front of the
house, and a woman's voice call "Gina?  Are you still showing the house?  I
thought you'd be done by now."

   Gina snapped her mouth off my cock and looked up at me with panic in her
eyes.  I yanked my pants up, trapping my rigid penis against my abdomen,
and squeezing my engorged glans behind the waist band of my pants.  I
pulled my shirt down loosely over the pants to conceal my boner as best I
could.

   Gina was still on her knees, topless, scrambling around to pick up her
bra and blouse.  I realized that I needed to intercept the woman before she
came back to the study and discovered Gina undressed, so I walked into the
hall, feeling awkward with my erection straining under my pants.  A woman
was walking toward the hallway, looking uncertain.  When she saw me she
said, "Who are you?"

   "I'm Roger," I answered stupidly.  Then my brain kicked into gear.  I
gambled the woman didn't know Gina very well.  "I'm Aunt Gina's nephew. 
She picked me up after school, but then she realized she left her cell
phone here, so we came back to get it."

   "Oh.  Did she find it?"

   "Yeah," I replied.  The woman and I stood in uncomfortable silence.  I
prayed that she didn't notice my bulging erection.  Hurry Gina!  I wished.

   A moment later Gina appeared.  Her hair was mussed, but she had wiped
the lipstick and saliva off her mouth and chin.  Did I have lipstick on my
mouth?  I wondered.  She was dressed, but something about her blouse looked
different.  I realized she hadn't put her bra on; her erect nipples made
hard points through the fabric of the tight blouse.

   "You found your cell phone, right Aunt Gina?" I prompted her.

   After missing a beat she said, "Oh yes!  I got it.  We can leave now."
She clutched her purse, and I noticed a tan loop of her bra strap poking
out of the top of it.

   "How did the showing go?" the woman inquired.  "Is the buyer
interested?"

   "Oh ..., yeah ..., he liked it.  He's going to think it over, but I
think he'll make an offer."

   "Great.  Did he like the bay window in the dining room?"

   "Yes.  That's a great feature.  Look, when I hear from him, I'll let you
know.  Now we have to hurry along.  Bye!"

   Gina hustled me out the front door and into her car.  It was awkward
sitting and fastening the seat belt because of my hard-on.  We pulled out
of the driveway and drove slowly down the street.

   "Oh God, that was close!  Thank you for covering for me while I got
dressed.  That lie about me being your aunt and looking for the cell phone
was brilliant.  You are a smart boy!"

   "Yeah phew!  She almost caught us!  You were sure wrong about having
time for a quickie!"

   "Sorry.  She said she'd be out for the rest of the afternoon."

   "I was this close to coming when she came in," I said, holding up my
thumb and index finger with a tiny gap.  "I want you to finish sucking me."

   "I'm sorry Roger.  I'd like to.  I just don't have anywhere we can go,
and it's getting late."

   I thought for a moment.  I knew this neighborhood.  Ironically, we were
only a few blocks from Jimmy Franklin's house, the kid who started my whole
sexual odyssey with the missing porn video.  "Go down this street a couple
of blocks, then turn into the alley."

   "Roger, I don't want to have sex in the car.  Somebody might see us."

   I undid my seat belt, and pulled my pants down to my knees.  My erection
sprang into view.  "Look at me!  I can't go home like this!  You started
this.  You practically abducted me off the street so you could suck my
cock. I saved you back there in the house.  I want you to finish me, right
now!"

   "Roger, pull your pants up!  Somebody could see!"

   I didn't pull them up.  Instead I jacked my cock with my hand.

   "Ok!  Where is this alley?  ...  Oh, here?"

   We pulled into the alley.  It was a dead end with tall bushes along both
sides.  There were two driveways at the end with a few empty trash cans
standing guard duty.  Gina shifted to park, but left the engine running.

   "Look, if somebody sees me bent over your lap, they will know what I am
doing.  Let me just jack you off with my hand." Her right hand circled my
staff, and started gliding up and down.  It was cool having someone else's
hand jack me off.  Not as nice as getting sucked, but it would work.

   The handjob took a while.  Looking at Gina's braless tits under her
blouse I asked, "How come you didn't put your bra back on?"

   "I wish you'd never made me take it off!  The straps got tangled, and I
always have trouble hooking that one, so I just stuffed it in my purse. 
Did she notice that I wasn't wearing a bra?"

   "I don't know.  I noticed, because your nipples were hard.  They still
are." I reached over and pinched her right nipple through her blouse.

   "Oh God!"

   "Unbutton your blouse.  I want to see your tits again while I come."

   "No.  Somebody could see."

   "I'll come quicker if you show me your tits."

   Gina glanced nervously around, checking the rearview mirrors.  Her right
hand kept stroking my cock, up, down, up, down, up, down.  Her left hand
undid the buttons on her blouse, and she pulled a little gap open so I
could see her boobs.  That was nice, but I wanted a better view, so I
pulled the blouse all the way open so her bare right breast was fully
exposed.

   "That's better!"

   "Roger, no."

   She started to cover her tit with her left hand, but my left hand got
there first.  I grabbed the tit and squeezed it in the same rhythm her
right hand was jacking my cock.

   While I massaged her tit, I gazed at her legs, which were tan and trim
from all her tennis.  Her skirt ended about 6 inches above her knees.  I
dropped my hand from her boob to her thigh, and stroked her bare leg.

   "I want to touch your pussy."

   "Roger, we can't in the car.  Please, you've got to finish up now."

   "Pull your panties off so I can reach up your skirt."

   "No!"

   "Yes!  Nobody's going to see under your skirt.  I'll come better if I'm
touching your pussy."

   "Oh God!" she said with resignation.  She let go of my dick, lifted her
butt off the seat, and pulled her skirt almost all the way up her thighs
with both hands.  Then she tugged and squirmed until her beige panties were
down to her knees.

   "Take them all the way off."

   Looking at me with dismay, she worked them down to her feet.  Slipping
out of her high heels, she kicked the panties off under the brake pedal.

   "Spread your legs."

   Gina's knees separated.  I put my left hand under her skirt between her
thighs.  My fingers brushed her pubic hair, then I pushed a finger through
her cunt lips and started tickling her clit.  She was all slippery.  She
made a faint gasp.

   Since she used both hands to take off her panties, she wasn't jacking me
off any more.  "Start doing me with your hand again," I reminded her.  Her
right hand resumed stroking my cock, faster than before.  "Yeah!  That's
good.  Like that," I encouraged her.

   I diddled her clit, and her breathing changed.  I noticed her left hand
was on her bare breast.  But she wasn't trying to cover it, she was milking
her nipple!  I recalled how she had liked it when I pinched her nipples
while I was eating her pussy.

   Gina's hand was doing the job.  I felt an orgasm approaching.  I tried
to push my finger down to stick it into her vagina, but I couldn't reach
far enough.  Her whole pussy was slick.  It was erotic rubbing her soft
slippery folds, even if I couldn't get my finger in her fuck hole.

   My breath became labored.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah" Ah!" I gasped as Gina's hand
stroked me.  Cum surged up my urethra.  At that moment, Gina startled me by
leaning over my lap.  Reflexively I shifted away from her, just as my first
spurt of cum burst forth.  Gina was trying to put her mouth on my cock, but
she missed, and my jiz hit her in the face.  Before my second spurt, Gina
sucked my dickhead into mouth.  Her hand kept stroking, and my cock pumped
out gouts of spunk.  The warm suction on my dickhead felt great as my
orgasm went on for contraction after contraction.  "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm"
she moaned as I fed her my sperm.  After missing the first shot, Gina
didn't lose a drop of the rest.

   When I was finished, Gina sat upright.  She was a mess.  Her black hair
was in disarray.  Her right eye was covered by a big white blob of cum,
which ran down her cheek.  Her lips were also glossed with cum.  Her naked
boobs jutted out of her open blouse.  Her skirt was hiked up so high I
could see her pubic hair.  Her legs were spread wantonly under the sides of
the steering wheel.  Her panties and high heels lay strewn on floor next to
her bare feet.

   Gina's lunge to suck my cum had pulled my finger out of her cunt.  As my
erection shrank and keeled over onto my leg, I sniffed and licked the
finger to savor the taste of her pussy.  She had taken care of my boner,
big time!

   Gina got a packet of tissues out of her purse, turned the rearview
mirror, and wiped my cum off her face, lips and chin.  Then she ran a brush
through her hair.  When she tucked her boobs back into her blouse and
started to button it, I asked, "Don't you want to put your bra on?  I can
help you fasten it."

   "Yeah, I should," she said with a sigh.  She took her blouse off, so she
was topless, fished the bra out of her purse, and slipped her breasts and
arms into it.  When she turned her back to me, I hooked it for her.  Then
she got her feet into her panties, and wriggled them up to her hips. 
Tugging her skirt down and slipping on her shoes, she was dressed again.

   "Pull your pants up, and let's get out of here," she said, looking at my
flaccid prick and bare thighs.  My dick was all red and purple, and there
was a white pearl of cum in my pubic hair.  While I pulled up my pants, she
plucked some mints out of her purse, popped one in her mouth, and offered
some to me.  "I can't have my breath smelling like your cum when I get
home."

   As we drove away she said, "This was crazy.  I don't know what I was
thinking.  I guess I got carried away because you remind me of some good
times I used to have.  I thought maybe we could just have some fun once in
a while, but I lost my head.  I never should have picked you up after
school.  Going to that house was a stupid idea." Turning to look at me, she
said with a sigh, "I just really wanted to suck your cock today.  It was an
urge I couldn't get out of my mind."

   "Gina, it all worked out ok.  We didn't get caught.  You did suck my
cock, and it was great!  The handjob in the car was good too!"

   "Too risky," she replied, shaking her head.  "I was scared the whole
time we'd get caught."

   "Yeah, but you liked it too.  You liked showing me your tits, and
letting me feel your pussy.  You were all wet.  And you loved it when I
came in your mouth."

   "I would have liked it better if you hadn't shot all over my face!"

   "I think you even liked that too.  I think you like sex dirty."

   "Ok, maybe I do sometimes.  Today was exciting, but we can't do anything
like this again."

   "Then let's meet at my house after school, like we did the first time.
Mom plays tennis in the afternoons on Wednesdays, so we can fuck then."

   "I'm your mom's tennis partner.  I'm supposed to play with her on
Wednesdays."

   "Well, make up some excuse.  Say you're showing a house, or you're hurt.
Play with me on Wednesdays!"

   "Ok, I can do that for a while.  But this can't go on very long.  You're
16 and I'm 38.  I'm married.  I can't afford to get caught.  It would screw
up my whole life."

   "I won't tell anybody.  We can keep a low profile.  Let's get together
this coming Wednesday.  I want to fuck you."

   Gina blushed a little.  "Ok, it's a date.  I guess I'm going to be your
Mrs.  Robinson after all."

   I still didn't know what she meant, but I would fuck Mrs.  Robinson too
if Gina brought her along!



   Postscript

   Please let me know what you thought about "Under the Bed" by e-mail at
kalmkren@yahoo.com.

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