


Vickie's Mom Chapter 4

by Cinque Manson


"Shaved by Joanie

No one who saw us at the Hamburger Hut would have mistaken us
for anything other than what we appeared. Young lovers, not yet sweet
sixteen, holding hands under the table, eating french fries and making
goo goo eyes. Vickie and I wandered among the other shoppers on Drake
Street, protected by a bubble of love. In the back of the bookstore,
in the dark refuge of the psychology section, we clutched and kissed.
But we nearly always maintained a demure facade in public.

At Joanie's house it was an entirely different matter. Almost
the moment we entered Vickie's mother's house, her demeanor changed
from virginal fifteen year old to experienced maitrisse with the snap
of her now regal fingers. Sometimes this created delightful
incongruities. One day, after her volunteer job at the community
hospital, she trussed me up like a turkey and made me service her
asshole with my mouth, her red and white candy-striper outfit bunched
around her waist. I lapped her creamy butt cheeks like a starving cat,
and when she pulled her cheeks apart with white-knuckled fingers, I
parried and thrust my tongue around her pinkish-brown asshole. I
inhaled her earthy smell, and noted every subtle change in her taste
as I probed the inside of her with my tongue. At first a little
bitter, as my efforts increased, her butthole produced a slow steady
flow of rectal mucus, my ambrosia, musky and thick. She kept me
captive, eventually cumming four times, bent over with my tongue
snaking in and out of her wrinkled little anus, for over an hour. When
she was satisfied, she straightened up, patted her dress back into
place, and adjusted the plastic badge that said "Vickie", with a
smiley face dotting the "i", over her left tit. She beamed down at me
as I kneeled on the kitchen floor, nursing my aching tongue. She
grabbed my face and french kissed me passionately. Joanie clicked by
in her tiny opened-toed sandals, and ruffed up my hair,
       
"What a good little slutboy", and went back to stirring the ingredients that would eventually be our dinner.
        
Sandy, Vickie's step-brother's eighteen year old girlfriend,
moved into our happy household a few days later. I was in the
backyard, on top of a step-ladder, pruning the privacy hedge around
the swimming pool. I heard Joanie's BMW pull into the garage, and the
back gate swung open with a crash. Sandy shoved a large duffel bag in
front of her, with Joanie taking up the rear, carrying a couple of
shopping bags. She called over to me,
        
"Make yourself useful and carry Sandy's bag up to the attic."
        
After I threw Sandy's olive-green duffel in the far corner of
what I thought of as my room, I joined Sandy and Joanie downstairs.
They sat on a divan in the sitting room, Sandy hunched over, wringing
her hands, and Joanie leaning back casually with her arms extended
over the back of the sofa. Joanie said,
        
"Sandy's dumped Junior. She called me this morning crying her
eyes out, poor thing. So I've invited her to stay here and try and
sort things out. You two can share the attic for now."
        
I started to ask how we were supposed to share a room with one
bed, but Joanie put her finger over her lips, and I closed my mouth.
After a minute of silence she said,
        
"You know, Sandy, Vickie's still a little miffed at you for
playing with her slutboy."
        
Sandy shifted uncomfortably in her bellbottomed jeans. Her
ample breasts shifted in her tube top.
        
"I feel just awful about that. I don't know what came over
me." I think she must have thought our little party had been an
aberration. "I'm mean it was really good, what happened, I mean, uh,
just not Vickie seeing us." She had no idea that after Vickie had
caught her tit-fucking my cock that Joanie, her daughter, and I had
gone upstairs and fucked and sucked the rest of the afternoon. Joanie
said,
        
"Well, I think you owe her an apology, at least."
        
"Yes, ma'am."
        
"You know, I was planning a special dinner for Vickie tonight.
How would you two like to help?"
        
"Sure!" I said with enthusiasm.
        
"I guess so, but I'm a pretty lousy cook."
        
Joanie turned to Sandy and said,
        
"I was thinking more of service, for the both of you. You can
carry a dish, can't you."
        
"Yes, ma'am."
        
"Good. Let's go upstairs, there are a few details I'd like to
go over before I start cooking."
        
"Me, too?" I asked.
        
"Of course, my darling little pervert. You're one of the
details I need to work on."

Joanie led us up to the attic room. She threw the shopping
bags she had brought in with her on my mattress. She told Sandy to
open them. Sandy bent over my bed and pulled out a pair of pink bikini
cut panties, sheer to transparency, and a black silk kimono, identical
to one Vickie owned. Joanie said,
        
"No, not that bag, that's for slutboy."
        
Sandy reached into the other bag and fished out an incoherent
tangle of leather straps and patches, studded with stainless steel
snaps. She looked at them, confused. Joanie stood with her arms
crossed over her tit shelf and said,
        
"Those are your serving uniforms. I want you to strip down now
and we'll attend to some personal grooming before you put those on."
        
I didn't take much coaxing. I peeled off my T-shirt and
cutoffs in five seconds flat. My dick, exposed to my Mommy Joanie,
stirred and became heavy, although not fully hard, not yet. Sandy sat
on my mattress, staring at the outfit she held and shaking her head.
Joanie said sharply,
        
"Don't get shy on me, young lady, I've just saved your butt
from Junior, and I'm giving you an opportunity to make up with Vickie.
Just do it and get it over with."
        
Sandy kicked off her rubber thongs. She pulled the tube-top
off her big soft breasts and lifted it over her head, cascading her
long straight surfer-girl hair through it. She stood side by side with
me,  unbuttoned her bellbottoms, bent at the knees, and shucked them
and her panties down her long pale legs and over her feet. She put her
arms to her sides, and we both presented ourselves to Joanie.
        
Joanie looked at us for a moment, then approached us. She
faced Sandy and placed her hands on Sandy's shoulders. Joanie ran her
hands lightly down Sand's collarbone, meeting at her cleavage, then
moved them outwards over Sandy's melon breasts to her incredibly long
distended nipples. Sandy sucked her breath in sharply. Joanie didn't
linger, though. She moved her hands down Sandy's belly and lowered
herself to the floor. She held her hands in the attitude of prayer and
pushed them between Sandy's thighs, pushing them open, exposing
Sandy's sex. It was covered in fine blond hairs. Joanie moved her
hands back and forth on either side of Sandy's apricot shaped pussy,
and Sandy's knees bent slightly to accommodate Joanie's touch. Joanie
said,
        
"Mmmm, Sandy, you're really built for sex. Your nipples and
clit are so yummy I can hardly stand it."
        
I watched as Joanie spread Sandy's pussy and exposed her nasty
dangling clit. It protruded an inch from her open lips. The sight of
it made my dick dance and grow towards the ceiling. Joanie said,
        
"Look, Honey, look at what your nasty big clitty does to the
slutboy. He wants to rub his little dickie all over yours.  Just look
at him."
        
Sandy raised her oval face and turned her almond shaped blue
eyes to mine. We shared a look, remembering the last time our eyes
met, when I'd sucked a copious load of my boycum off her stiff long
nipples. She looked down to my prick, standing out from my pubic hair,
growing bigger with each heartbeat. Sandy said,
        
"His dick gets so big."
        
Joanie replied, "You make it big, Honey, your sex makes it big, don't forget
that."
        
Joanie took her hands away from Sandy's sex, and Sandy's body
followed her touch, just a bit. Joanie cursorily stroked Sandy's legs,
and made a sour face. She said,
        
"That won't do at all, you've got to shave your legs, Honey, I
can't have you serving my daughter with all that stubble."
        
Sandy blushed a very appealing pink. Joanie looked over at my
dick standing at attention at her eye level and said,
        
"Your too hairy for my taste, too. Well, let's go take care of
both of you."
        
She took us down to the master bathroom, and sat Sandy on the
toilet. Joanie pulled off her white cotton peasant dress and kicked
her panties into the open laundry hamper. She sat me at Sandy's feet,
and instructed me to clean her legs with my mouth, starting with her
feet. She rummaged around in a cabinet under the lav while I started
my tongue bath. I sat back a bit from the full bodied eighteen year
old, as she raised her foot to me and pointed her toes. I loved
holding her heel gently in my hand while my tongue washed her arch,
sole and ankles in wide strokes. She curled all her toes but the big
toe, and I took it deeply into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and
around it. Sandy moved a hand into her lap and furtively frigged
herself.
        
"Ah ah ah, none of that, Honey. I don't want you to get ahead
of us", Joanie rebuked as she got on her knees behind me.
        
I felt her hands slathering something gooey on my balls, which
were hanging under my ass, vulnerable to her as I concentrated on
Sandy's delightful pink toes. My testicles felt strange, tingling as
Joanie kneaded them with some sort of liniment. They grew warmer with
her touch, then hot, then excruciating. My balls were on fire, heavy
and full. Joanie reached beneath me and jerked a handful of grease on
my cock, which slowly began to burn . My sucking and toe worship
became fevered as well. The bathroom filled with a menthol aroma and
Sandy and my moans.
        
I scratched the soft wrinkled sole of Sandy's foot with my
front teeth and she wiggled her ass on the toilet seat. Her legs were
spread, and as I laved her feet I stared agog at her nasty erect
clitoris, which had joined my blazing teendick in throbbing and
twitching.
        
Joanie moved beside me, and with an aerosol can sprayed the
leg I wasn't attending with shaving cream. She said,
        
"Honey, put your foot in slutboy's lap, that's it."
        
And she covered that leg in foam. She handed me a disposable
razor and said,
        
"Ok, hotshot, I want you to make her as smooth as a baby, and
you'd better not knick her, I want her perfect for Vickie."
        
Sandra's beautiful pale white foot rested on my pulsing penis.
The unguent that Joanie had rubbed on my cock and balls steamed and
Sandy's toes, cool and wet from my saliva, felt heaven sent.
        
I started a tentative pass with the razor near Sandy's ankle.
Joanie was behind me again, and as I carefully scraped the shaving
soap off Sandy's leg, I felt one of Joanie's fingers teasing my
butthole. I undulated between the weight of Sandy's toes wrapping
around my cock head and Joanie's exquisite probing of my ass. I moved
up and down between the two, splaying Sandy's toes with my pecker, and
impaling myself on Joanie's finger. Too late! I felt the burn
spreading from my anal ring, up to where Joanie was  tickling my
rectal walls. I was trapped  between the delicious foot in my lap and
the mentholated finger Joanie diddled inside my asshole. Tears dripped
down the sides of my eyes.
        
I kept shaving, cautiously overlapping each pass so I missed
no hairs on Sandy's long lean shins and thighs. Sandy turned her foot
outward and I rubbed a dollop of foam on her inner thigh, up to her
crotch. I leaned forward, to work more closely, and I smelled her
cunt, like wild mushrooms and trout. She held my prick hostage in the
firm clamp of her toes as I placed the razor against her pussy and
drew it back to me in delicate movements.
        
When I finished with that leg, I sat back, and Sandy switched
to the other. Joanie kept up her frigging of my glowing butt,
accelerating and decelerating her rhythm, keeping me on the edge
without bringing me to climax. When that leg was finally done Joanie
said.
        
" Go sit over there for a minute, slutboy, I want to finish
Honey myself."
        
I sat on the edge of the tub and watched as Joanie knelt in
front of Sandy. Grabbing Sandy's thighs, Joanie positioned her closer
to the edge of the toilet seat. With a squirt of the aerosol can,
Joanie covered Sandy's pussy with foam. She massaged the foam into her
pubic hair with two fingers. Sandy gritted her teeth and said,
        
"Ow, that burns a little!"
        
"Quiet up there", Joanie snapped, and with a couple of quick
flicks of the razor, she had denuded Sandy's pussy of its wispy blond
hair. Sandy's pointy clit seemed to stand even farther out from her
sex now that the surrounding cover of hair was gone. Joanie dipped her
mouth down and caught the freakish imitation of a penis between her
lips. Sandy cried out and raised one of her legs to allow Joanie clear
access to her sex. I hissed my breath in and out through my teeth.
Joanie always had a way of cranking me up.
        
Joanie said, "Lie right there, slutboy, its your turn." She pointed to the fuzzy blue bath mat. I lay down on my back, anxiously anticipating my shaving. "Sandy, get down here, I'm going to need your help with this little pervert, he's just covered in fur." I did have a little puff of chest hair and a fairly thick blond thatch of pubic hair for a fifteen year old. I waited in happy anticipation for the women to shave me.
        
Joanie sprayed shaving cream on both my legs, around my stiff
purple dick, and then up my belly to my navel. She handed Sandy the
razor, then walked up to my head. She told Sandy to get started, with
the same warning she had given me to take care. Joanie placed a tanned
narrow foot on either side of my head. Then she crouched over my face,
eclipsing the bathroom light with her ass. She ran a shaving cream
covered hand over my chest hairs as she tantalized my face with
grazing sweeps of her own thick pussy bush. She tweaked and twisted my
nipples and lowered herself on my mouth. She said,
        
"Oooooh, slutboy, come on and eat Mommy's cunt. Stick out your
filthy tongue and make Mommy feel better."
        
She ground her cunt into my mouth and nose, leaving a trail of
lubricating fluids as she spread herself on my face. And her taste.
Her sex tasted sweet, like earth, lemon, and brown sugar, not some
artificially flavored douche, but her own natural juice and skin
combined, intoxicating and addicting. I couldn't get enough, pivoting
my head up and down, my tongue absurdly extended, trying to gather
every drop of her into my mouth and down my throat. Her glistening
black pubic hedge rubbed unmercifully on my cheeks and chin. She
thrust her hips forward a little and let my tongue play on the brown
rose of her asshole. I adored her anus, tickling it with my tongue in
a point, then, with my tongue flattened to a broad plane, I lavished
Joanie's butthole with worship. She pushed against me and my tongue
entered her royal rectum. I was overcome with the nasty shame of it,
as I always was. I  fucked her asshole forcefully with my mouth,
pushing my tongue along her delicious shit channel. She rewarded me by
mixing her butt-honey with my saliva. A string of her golden rectal
mucus connected her asshole and my tongue-tip as she shifted her cunt
back over my feverishly working mouth.   Sandy shaved the fuzz off my
legs. Joanie clasped the head of my straining boy boner by her tapered
fingertips and held it up straight. She said,
        
"Go on, Honey, shave those ickey hairs off slutboy's dickie."
        
I continued to lavish my girlfriend's mom's dripping cunt with
kisses. I sucked her fat ragged lips into my mouth and rippled my
tongue-tip over them. I pulled my head back and stretched her full
pink lips away from her crotch, letting  them nearly escape the pinch
of my lips, then quickly sucked them back into my mouth. I repeated
this, over and over. Joanie growled, and said,
        
"Yeeesssss."
        
Sandy worked carefully around my dick, scraping the foam away
with a soft scritching sound. Joanie said,
        
"Lift your legs, my bald little slutdick, and let Honey shave
your balls."
        
I brought my knees to my chest, and Joanie grabbed them with
her hands. I felt Sandy delicately shave the tender sacks of my ball.
When she was done, I felt her rub suds down my perineum, down to my
asshole, still glowing from the hot grease Joanie had used on me
earlier. She denuded that sensitive area of hair at the same moment
that Joanie came.
        
"Jeeeeesus, holy Keeerist!!!"
        
Joanie sat with her entire weight on my face, crushing me. She
smashed her cunt into my mouth, forcing my tongue into her rippled
pussy tunnel. I wagged my tongue, delighting in the monkey grip her
cunt had on it. She shook violently, forcing my tongue even farther up
her snatch.
        
She fell back, sitting flat-butted on the bathroom tiles..
        
She stood up at last, put her hands on her hips and said,
        
"I've got to go down and start dinner. Whew. You two had
better shower and rest a little. You have a long night ahead of you. I
want you in your service uniforms when you come down. Inspection's in
two hours." She held up two fingers in the V sign.
"Do you understand?"
        
Sandy said, "Yes, ma'am", at the same time I chirped, "Yes,
Mommy."
        
Joanie smiled at us and answered, "Good." She turned and
closed the door behind her.
        
We sat on the bathroom floor, our knees drawn up, staring at
our pink naked flesh. Sandy put out a tentative hand and brushed my
calf.
        
"Wow", she said.
        
We scooted closer to one another, and ran our hands over each
other's legs. We were both pink, and a little raw looking where the
razor had taken our hair. Sandy brought her hands together at my
groin, and rubbed my balls. I groaned,
        
"Ahh, Sandy, that feels so good."
        
I reciprocated, cupping my palm against her bald pussy. It
felt hot, and looked angry, blotched with red. Sandy wiggled her hips
as I moved my hand up and down her wet bare pussy. She seized my
wrists in her hands, and falling backwards, rolled me to my knees, so
I kneeled in front of her. She said,
        
"Fuck me, Bobby, I can't stand it."
        
We looked down at my knobby boydick, protruding from my
hairless groin. It looked and felt twice its normal size. Sandy lay
with her knees up to her shoulders, offering her succulent pussy, with
its obscenely distended clitoris, to me. I was seized by conflicting
emotions. Joanie had awakened in me the strong desire to serve women,
to wait passively while they took pleasure from me. Now, here was a
beautiful eighteen year old woman, begging me to fuck her, me, a
fifteen year old wormboy, whom she would have laughed at or ignored a
few weeks ago. I tightened the muscles in my ass and bounced my purple
dick head on her thin-lipped pussy. I loved the power I felt. I had
nearly squirted while Joanie rode my face and Sandy shaved my balls.
Now I felt I could last forever. I said,
        
"Ask me again", and I dribbled my wand again by flexing my
asshole, so my inflated dick head made contact with Sandy's clit. She
tightened her grip on my forearms, rolled her eyes and sighed,
        
"Don't play games with me, Bobby, just fuck me before I go out
of my mind."
        
She regarded me with a tender look as I gazed down at our
bodies, our blond bodies, so similar in color and texture,  scraped
raw, our sexes bumping against each other, and  I thought, "We could
be little brother and big sister." I lost the urge to tease Sandy
further. I  wanted to satisfy the itch that Joanie had summoned  in
both of us. I took the base of my veiny, knobby cock and split her
thin pink cuntlips with the fat bloated head of my purple pecker. I
leaned forward, gliding into her, immediately triggering her cum. I
rocked my hips back, my dick flopping out of her, right on top of her
stiff clit. I pushed forward again and pushed the underside of my
boyprick along her raw lips and clit, which was peeking expectantly
out of her peach. I alternated between deep thrusts into her and
dragging my cock over the exterior of her shaved sensitive pussy. She
gritted her teeth and sprayed me with spittle as she tried to contain
and control the raging orgasm that wracked her writhing eighteen year
old body.
        
I felt my own cum approaching like a freight train. I jammed
into Sandy, until my bald pubic bone collided with her nasty
sex-digit, her singular clitoris. I swiveled my hips, my boner tossing
and turning inside her. I was almost shouting,
        
Ohhohohoho!!!
        
I pulled out of Sandy's cunt, and pointed my dick at her
vagina. I came then; a hosing, on her pussy in three thick spurts, and
then four more contractions spilled my boycum on her raw reddened
thighs. Sandy held her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth on
her spine, moaning. My jizz covered her sex and inner thighs like
glaze on a donut.
        
"Ooooooooooyh!"
        
We both let out deep sighs, untensing, satisfied.
        
She relaxed her legs, and pushed her straight blond hair back
into its center part above her broad forehead. She smiled at me and
said.
        
"I'm gonna like bunkin' with you, little brother."
        
She had read my mind! I grinned ecstatically back at her.
She scratched an ankle and said,
        
"You don't mind, uh, cleaning me off,  like you did before?"
        
I didn't say anything, just thanked my lucky star to live in
Joanie's house, where a fifteen year old boy could find himself in
service to three beautiful women. I thought of Joanie, the game's
Mistress, keeping everybody spinning like those acrobats on Ed
Sullivan kept plates balanced on the top of bamboo sticks. I buried my
face in Sandy's jizz-drenched thighs. My cum was thick that afternoon,
and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. She wrapped her legs around my
head, and when I licked her more sensitive parts, she squeezed my ears
until they rang. I sucked and swallowed. To make sure I didn't miss
any of my abundant milky boy-spunk, Sandy got up on her knees, and I
tormented her star-shaped dusky rosebud of an asshole, and at her
suggestion, reamed her until she came again. Every woman a different
taste, and they all made me hard as stone. I wanted to spend the rest
of my life wth my tongue up a woman's asshole. I wanted to spend the
rest of my life a filthy, nasty buttslut.
        
We showered together, gingerly running our soapy hands over
each other's now smooth privates. Although my penis raged stiff again,
partially from her touch, partially from the lust triggered by the
fleeting taste of her butthole, we  knew we had to save ourselves for
the rigorous evening that Joanie had promised us.
        
We went upstairs and took a nap on my mattress, our bald
bodies snuggled together.
