I had left my notebook behind someplace. Damn! I back tracked my trail: the library, the bookstore, the walk through the mall, and then finally into the park. That's when I saw him, the old guy, reading my notebook.
Shit, it was the one with my stories in it, too -- my incest stories!
Worst of all, they were in the back of an old senior history notebook that was left over when I graduated from high school. It had my name and address all over the front. I couldn't just leave it behind.
He didn't look that mean and tough, though. If I had to fight him for it, I could probably take him. He was just an average looking guy, pretty nondescript really. About 5'9" I'd say, maybe 160 lbs. Kinda wiry with hair a little too long. He had on rumpled clothes, cotton trousers and a short sleeved button down shirt. A real nobody.
So I walked right up to him and told him flat out, "That's my notebook. I want it back, now!"
He chuckled, flipping the cover over and looking up at me, squinting into the sun as he did so. He gave me a kind of a cockeyed smile. Whoever he was, he had an easy-going face with steel blue eyes.
"Sure kid," he said casually, like it was no big deal at all. That was a real relief. He held the notebook out to me. I went to grab it, but he held on to it for just a second longer than he should have. Kinda just long enough to get my attention and to throw me off balance. Then he released it.
Leaning back, he smiled nice and friendly and then he said, "You know you're going about it all wrong, don't you?"
"Going after what?" I said, playing ignorant.
"See, that's what I mean, kid. You got no confidence. You're going about it all wrong."
"Look mister, just butt out of my business," I said, then turned to walk away.
"Fine by me, kid, but you'll never fuck 'em that way."
"Yeah, well what you know about it," I said, not even deigning to turn fully around, just packing away my notebook into my knapsack.
"I know I fucked more women than you got pairs of socks, that's what I know. And I know you ain't never gonna fuck no decent woman with any approach like what I read in there. Shit, you must be a virgin kid. Do the worlds a real favor, go fuck a real woman before you try and write about it."
That stung, and it stung to the core. That's what I had been trying to do really. My vast experience with women had been feeling up a few small tits hot and heavy on the front seat of Mom's car. That and just living with a single mom that didn't date much and a big sister that did. Lot of good either one of them did me.
I must have looked as dejected as I felt, because the guy said somewhat sympathetically, "Look, kid. It ain't no big deal. If half that shit you wrote is true, just go home and show some balls and fuck either one of them. Broads are pretty much all the same. They may say they want romance. What they really want is a real man that knows how to fuck. How many really nice guys have you seen dating the cheerleaders at school?"
He definitely had a point there. Every respectably hot babe I ever knew in high school dated the biggest jerks of them all. All the real loudmouth jocks got the best chicks. Sensitive guys, caring guys, we got squat.
"Look, kid. Park your can a minute. If you're gonna try and write about this shit, let me tell you how the game is really played," he said so confidently that I found myself sitting on the far edge of the same bench just listening. "Okay, let's take this mom you wrote the first story about. Let's say, for the sake of argument, she's not even your mom, just some generic mom. What did you call her?"
"Georgia."
"Yeah, nice touch there," he started off complimenting. "That name conjures up a sweet Southern gal. I've known a few Georgia's in my time and at least two of them were very sweet in the sack. I didn't get the third one now that I think about it, but I nailed her sister that night instead. I should have stuck with that Georgia though. The sister was a real tightass, and I don't mean that in a good way."
"Anyway, so this hypothetical Georgia of yours, she's been on her own since you were eight. That's ten years right? And you say she's not had many dates. That tells me a couple of things right there. Either she's giving it up on the side without even having to be dated or she's doing without. Either way, you got an easy in to fuck her right there."
He sat there like nothing else needed to be said. When I still looked puzzled, he shook his head and tried to spell it out like he was talking to an elementary schooler.
"Okay, let's take the first one. If she's screwing the pants off some guy without having to be dated, she got round heels anyway. A woman like that is just waiting for a big handsome kid like you to come home and put the meat to her.
"And if she's had none, well that's even better kid. You think us men corner the market on being horny? Hell no! The secret to understanding women is that when everything else is said and done, they really do act like men more than they want to tell the press. Broads want to fuck just as much as we do, kid. They just got to have the proper pretext. Give them a good enough reason and you can get any broad to fuck you anywhere at any time."
That's when I figured it out. This guy was so full of bullshit he stunk of it.
"Yeah, right mister. It was nice talking to ya," I told him, getting up to leave.
"You don't believe me, do ya?" he said, grinning up at me, squinting back into the sun again. "Jeez, why do I bother? I'll tell you why. I like a challenge and you look like a pretty decent kid. You could be worth something as a writer someday. Who knows, maybe I'm helping out the next Ernest Hemmingway of porn stories here?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills.
"Tell you what, I got two hundred dollars here," he said, pulling off the first two bills. They were both hundreds and it looked like there might have been twenty or thirty more where they came from. "My two hundred says you take me home with you right now and if I can't fuck 'Georgia' right in front of your eyes in thirty minutes you keep the money and I walk out the door never to be seen again."
"You're joking, right? No way I'm gonna take you home with me and even if I did, there's no way in holy hell you could get into MY mother's pants in thirty days much less thirty minutes."
"So what have you got to loose?" he asked, waving the bills in front of my face. "You hold the money even. If I can't get the job done, and get it done right under your nose, you get a clean two clams."
"Look mister, as tempting as the free money is, I don't even want a guy like you knowing where I live. No offense or anything."
"None taken, kiddo. From your angle, I can't say I blame you. But I already know where you live. 123 Sycamore Street, isn't that right?"
Shit! The address on the notebook!
"If I was a real scumbag, I'd just hang around until you weren't around and fuck Georgia anyway. She'd be really easy picking's then. I'm trying to challenge myself here, kid. I'm giving you the edge. It'll be at least half as hard again to get her naked and on her back with her own son looking on."
I vacillated, not able to decide what to do, which left this guy with even more time to talk and get into my head.
"Look, if I strike out, you tell her what a phony I am and that nothing I said is true. I'll throw in some obvious lies that she can check out and then she'll know what a heel I am and never fall for my line of shit again. She'll be inoculated. Think of me as a virus or something."
"But if I'm right, not only will you get to see me fuck your mother, but I'll guarantee you that you can have sloppy seconds right after me, kiddo. How about it? Bang you mom for sure or win an easy two hundred-dollar bet. Shit son, you can't lose this one!"
Actually, it did sound like too good of a deal. "What's in this for you?"
"You mean other than the chance to bang your mom?" he cackled, even more so when I winced at the way he said it. "No, it's a good question, kid. One you should have asked about five minutes ago. People never do things for unselfish motives.
"See, number one, I love to prove I still got it. It's easy to go to some neighborhood bar or church where women are wanting to get laid and score," he said. When he saw me wince again when he said 'church', he cackled merrily again. "Most churches are filled with single gals wanting to find a husband or ignored wives that need a man. Either one is just a whore waiting to happen, kid. But I digress.
"Besides just proving I can do it, I'd also ask this, too. You described the older sister real nice in those stories, too. I'd want to stick around until she comes home from her date and fuck her, too. Mother and daughter teams are fun to fool around with. Especially the pretty ones. Yeah, I'd want to stick around and help you fuck the two of them together for the first time. Kinda set you up right from then on out, you know. After today though, you'd be on your own. Bird's gotta leave the nest sometime and all."
He was so overwhelmingly confident that it was funny. I started laughing aloud. The thought of this stranger talking his way into my staid, quiet home and actually having sex with my totally asexual mother and my sister who'd never be seen with an older guy like this... The audacity of him thinking he could set it all up in thirty minutes or less... It was just too much to bear!
He joined me laughing, but for entirely the opposite reasons. "So, we got a deal," he said after a moment or two of laughing. That only made me chuckle more, then I just shrugged and said sure, why not? Easiest two hundred dollars I ever made!
It was only a ten-minute walk to my house anyway. Sis would be gone until late, I knew. She always had a date on Friday night. This guy was just talking away like it was all for real, but it sure didn't feel that way.
"Remember what I said about pretext, kid? Okay, here's the pretext for your mom. I'm gonna be the vice cop and you're gonna be the kid I caught soliciting a prostitute..."
"No way!" I immediately protested.
"Don't sweat it, kid. I'll tell her you were real clumsy about it and it was obviously your first time. With a hooker, anyway. Though it would be better all the way around if you'd just come out and admit you're a virgin to her. Moms really dig that, you know. But I'll leave that up to you. As a vice cop, I wouldn't know that.
"So we'll go in the door with you in handcuffs, but don't be concerned about that. Let me show you the trick about these cuffs, kid," he said, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the small of his back and under his shirt. Was this guy really a cop? "Here, put them on me in front. I'll show you the gag."
We were in a secluded part of the street, so I put the cuffs on him in front of his body. I made them real tight, too.
"Okay. See this little catch right here? Just push that with the finger of your other hand, and..." quite easily, the cuffs came loose and slipped off his wrist. "Here, you try them on now until you think you can do it behind your back with no problem."
I tried them two or three times. It was very easy.
"Now ask me why I have a pair like this," he smirked, daring me. When I did, he told me, "Some chicks like to be restrained, kiddo. We won't do that with you're mom, so don't be worrying about that. But see, a new gal that doesn't know you very well don't want to be tied down where she can't get away. Not for real, anyway. These cuffs are the perfect pretext for those kinds of babes.
"Plus I've used them other ways. I once had a mom cuff me in the same room as her virginal daughter. By the time she got back from the grocery store, the girl wasn't a virgin any more, if you know what I mean. The mom didn't have a clue though. I was already back in the cuffs by then."
We started walking the block and a half to our house. The closer we came, the more I started thinking this wasn't so humorous any more. Suddenly, it started to get a little scary.
"Look kid, I know you're nervous and all. That's okay, believe me. You're supposed to look nervous in this bit. But even beyond that, any time you want out, just ask to see my badge. I ain't got one, see. I don't want some real cop busting me for impersonating or anything. Your mom will smell a rat immediately if I can't produce a badge. You've got nothing to worry about, see."
I brought him to the side door that only the family used so the neighbors wouldn't see. Then he had me turn around so he could cuff me real lose and easy like. "Just don't wig out and spill the beans just because you see she'd gonna tumble for me, okay? That would be a real rat. If I get her naked and primed, let me have a good go on her. She'll be ready to be yours from then on, after all."
He knocked on the door, and then whispered to me, "Don't be nervous, kid. But keep looking like you are."
Mom opened the door, all 5'5" and one hundred and ten pounds of her. She was wearing a buttoned down brief top that left about two inches of her abdomen showing and the only other thing showing was canvas shorts. They were an acceptable length at least, but she was barefoot other than that. Obviously she wasn't expecting company.
"Can I help you?" Mom asked, brushing her rich brown hair behind her ear and off her face, an unconscious gesture she used anytime she felt nervous.
"Yes, Ma'am," the man greeted her, then reached to the side and pulled me by the arm alongside him. Mom gasped when she saw me in handcuffs. "Detective Walter Blessing, Ma'am. I'm afraid your son got into a bit of a pickle. I thought I'd run him by here as a courtesy to you before I took him downtown and booked him."
"Please, come in detective," she said, inviting the man into our home just like that. No badge, no credentials even. Just her own son in handcuffs and she assumed the man was telling her the truth.
"Just park yourself right at the table, kid. You try and run and it'll go bad for you. Sorry, Ma'am. This looks like a nice neighborhood and you look like you have a nice home here. Sorry to be frightening you like this."
"What's this about Detective..."
"Detective Blessing, Ma'am. Or you can just call me Walter. I caught your son here, Daniel, soliciting a known prostitute in the park, Ma'am. Got to run him in for that, Ma'am. My partner already took in the girl."
"Daniel? Is this true?"
I couldn't lie to, Mom. Not just like this. So, I said nothing and shrugged in the seat with my hands still cuffed behind me.
"The thing is, Ma'am, this particular prostitute is known to have HIV. We watch out for her pretty regular. I'm on the Vice Squad, I don't know if I mentioned that. Anyways, we watch out for this gal whenever she gets out of jail. We keep putting her in and the judges keep letting her out and all. You know what it's like."
He talked so smoothly! I just sat back and listened to the words flow out of his mouth. From the time that Mom had answered the door, he had become the vice cop.
"Anyways, your son is so green that this real sleazebag... pardon the French, Ma'am... this lady of the evening had him talked up to two hundred dollars for an "Around the World," if you know what that means."
"Detective, Daniel doesn't have that kind of money. He doesn't even have a job this summer."
"Maybe he stole it or something, Ma'am. All I know was he had two-one hundred dollar bills in his pocket when we found him. That gal was about to take him for all he had on him."
He had me stand up and Walter turned my pocket inside out where I had stuffed the money. I thought he was going to pocket the bills and I was prepared to call it off right there, but he just winked at me where Mom couldn't see and tossed them on the table.
"Guess you can hold on to that, Ma'am. It'll get stolen downtown. His belt, too. They won't let him have that in lockup. You might want to get him some slip-on shoes, too. No laces in there."
"Wait, Detective. Please, isn't there anything that can be done? He didn't actually hurt anyone."
Here's where I thought he would spring it on her. He'd offer to let me go if she'd screw him right here, right over the kitchen table.
Instead, he shook his head and told Mom, "I don't know, Ma'am. I've seen kids like this move on to lots worse. It'd be best to teach him his lesson right now. He tells me his Daddy doesn't live here any more."
"No, but what's that got to do with anything, Detective."
"Well, I hate to be blunt, Miss, but he's just a young man desperate to sow his wild oats. Apparently he hasn't been able to find a willing girl his own age," he said. Hey! That stung! Especially because it was true! "If his dad were here, I'd recommend he punish him good and proper and then take him to some respectable place were the girls are cleaner and won't cheat the boy. But I can't very well have you take him to a cathouse, Ma'am."
"Why, I'd never do such a thing, officer!"
"That's exactly what I mean, Ma'am. And it's obvious to me that you're not willing to take care of it the regular way, either..."
"The regular way?" Mom asked, shaking her head as though refusing to accept what he was obviously implying.
"You know, teaching him at home like most folks do," he said like incest was the most natural thing in the entire world.
"Wait, Detective, you're not implying..." Mom's voice trailed off, unable to even form the suggestion with her own lips.
"I'm not implying anything, Ma'am. Maybe you have some religious objection or some fool thing like that, that keeps you from doing what any decent mother would have done years ago. For whatever your reasons, it's obvious to me that he's a menace to society like he is. He'll probably learn more in thirty minutes in a prison cell downtown than he's going to learn here with you."
Walter, if that really was his name, was really turning up the psychological heat on Mom. She looked completely confused and befuddled. They were standing about five feet apart, Walter by my side and Mom still mostly near the door.
"Please, Detective, just wait," she pleaded, trying to get her bearings.
"Wait for what, honey?" Walter asked, his voice dripping with irony as he took a step closer towards her. "You're probably one of those gals that think a man ought to learn about sex on their wedding night, for Pete's sake. When was the last time you even talked to the boy about the facts of life, like not to pick up crack whores on the street?"
"We've talked," Mom lamented, but when Walter looked as though he'd ask her what we had talked about, she admitted, "Okay, we haven't really talked. But he's my son, there's only so much..."
"There's a lot you can teach him. You're a woman after all. He's almost a man already. You do what women have always done."
"But he's my son. I couldn't just..."
"See, you're hopeless," he berated her. "You can't even say it, can you? You can't even say, 'fuck him.'"
Mother looked shocked and scandalized. I think it's the first time that, that word had ever been said in our kitchen.
"Come on, kid. I'm wasting my time here," he said, turning to me.
"Wait, Detective," Mother said again for the hundredth time. This time, just as he was reaching for me, she reached out to touch Walter on the shoulder to stop him.
He wheeled about on her suddenly, catching her very close to him before saying to her low and menacingly, "Just how long it has been since you were with a real man. That's what this is all about, isn't it? You're just too frigid to do your duty properly. Isn't that it? You're one of those gals that just don't like to fuck any real man, is that it?"
Mom sputtered and threw up her hands at the last minute, not touching him. With every harsh word he spit at her, it was like he slapped her. She looked stunned, like a wild deer in the headlights.
He took one step forward and wrapped his right hand smoothly around her trim waist. The other he raised just as smoothly, taking her right breast into his bigger mitt and squeezing it.
"How long, baby?" he asked, his voice sounding like warm grease bubbling in a pan. "How long since you had a real man between your pretty legs?"
Incredibly, even as his right hand dropped and looked like it had started rubbing her ass, I heard her moan, "Too long," so loud we all could hear. Then, her eyes quickly glanced down at me. "Not here," she said more firmly, then struggled weakly to push him away.
"Yes, right here, woman. Dammit, he needs to see what a real woman is, not some ten dollar whore off the street. I'm trying to save his life here. Either he stays or he goes to jail. It's your call, baby. You can save his life, or you can throw it away, right now."
The whole time Mom was trying to decide, his hands were squeezing her breasts gently and rubbing that fine ass of hers. Walter had pulled her into his body, rubbing himself against her the full lengths of their bodies. Even as he leaned forward and bit her on the neck, she stared into my eyes.
"Oh please, Detective..." she begged meekly.
"Please nothing, baby. Ask me to please fuck you!" he growled at her, and then ran his left hand underneath her tight shirt to begin mauling Mom's small breast in the flesh. "Unbutton your shirt, baby. Let Junior see these beautiful tits."
Mom's head went back and a deep moan escaped her lips. Walter growled again, and then began attacking the upper portion of her chest as though he would devour her. Slowly, I saw mother's hand reach between them. She looked me in the eyes as her slim fingers began to loosen every one of those small plastic buttons.
"He's gonna love these, honey," Walter's voice suddenly sounded like smooth velvet. "Why would he go to some diseased whore when he has a beautiful woman like you at home? Especially a woman that needs it so bad, eh baby? You do need it, don't you, baby?"
As mother finished unbuttoning her last button, she leaned her head back and moaned again, saying, "Please, Detective. Let my son go and I'll give you what you want. I'll talk to him later, I promise." Walter ignored her words, pulling her hip snuggly into his and started rocking slowly into her. They swayed together and as her shirt fell open I saw my mother's breast for the first time to the music of mother's deep sigh. It was in Walter's hands and he was caressing them none too gently.
"No bra, kid," Walter said, addressing me for the first time since we entered the room. "And I can't feel any panties underneath here either. If she walks around the house half-naked like this, she's been wanting it for a while."
"Haven't you, honey?" he said, switching his considerable attentions back to her. "Haven't you been needing a hard cock so bad, baby?"
Mom moaned, and even though she tried to disguise it, we both could hear her deep, growling answer in the moan, "Oh god, yes! It's been so long!"
"Just lean back on this table, honey," Walter said, deftly spinning her half way around so that her pretty ass was to the table. For the first time I saw his hand back there. It was buried deeply between the firm globes of mother's ass. He was pumping it slowly in and out, gliding his fingers smoothly over the crotch of her shorts.
Mother leaned back onto the table. He snarled at her, "Get rid of that damned shirt," and she hastened to comply. Mother's shoulder length brown hair flew about as she removed the loose garment and when I looked down I saw her B-cup breasts bouncing freely for the first time. Walter's hands were busy at her waist, but my eyes were fixed on Mother's beautiful breasts.
Each one was just a little more than a handful. They were well rounded on the bottom, shaped somewhat like a teardrop. Each perfect breast was capped with a small brown nipple and surrounded by a perfect oval of light brown tissue. I wanted to bury my face in them, wanted to suck each one in turn just as I had probably done as a child.
I came back to reality and all that could be heard was three people breathing harshly. For some reason, the sound of the zipper of mother's shorts as Walter ripped it down sounded even harsher. It filled the air and almost before it finished echoing off the walls it seemed, Walter had the shorts down and off my mother's petite body.
She was naked on the kitchen table, served up like some erotic feast, but not for me. Not yet, anyway. The man feasting on her, the stranger engorging on my mother, began at those succulent breasts that I so much wanted in my own mouth.
"Slower, Detective! Please, go, slower," she groaned, tossing her head from side to side in confusion and desire.
Walter sucked practically one whole tit in. He was mauling the other breast in his firm hand. As he squeezed it, mother would gasp and moan and the nipple would puff out and swell. He must have been squeezing it very hard, too, because it went from a soft pink to a deep scarlet as he worked on it. Then he switched off, and though I couldn't see his hand at work on the other tit, I saw his lips sucking at the nearest one and I saw him bite down on her.
Mother sighed loudly, leaning back on the table, not to get away, as I would have suspected, but to arch her back and press her breasts higher up to him. She tossed her head, then looked quickly down at the man devouring her until her gaze came to rest on me again. Every time she looked at me our eyes would lock together. Each time our mutual staring would hold until Mother's eyes would roll back in her head. Then I would look down and Walter would be ravishing her in some new, perverse way.
"Daniel, please don't watch, baby," Mother pleaded with me, but for the life of me I couldn't turn away. "Please, Daniel, I'm doing this for you, baby."
Walter was kneeling between her legs now, the back of his nondescript head weaving in concentric circles between her thighs. I couldn't see what he was doing, so I found myself standing up and moving closer, eager to see this stranger tonguefuck my mother. How many times had I dreamed of doing that myself? I could smell her fragrance in the air. I could also hear Walter as he unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt.
Could Mother? Did she know what was coming?
Maybe she did. He hadn't been eating her long and she was already climaxing. She convulsed, throwing her hips higher in the air and pushing his strange little face tighter between her legs. How could her face be filled with such bliss for this strange man? I resented him for a moment, and then realized that without Walter I would never have known how beautiful Mother looked when she was climaxing on our kitchen table.
"Oh, god! Oh god! It feel so good," Mom whined, pulling Walter tighter between her thighs.
The handcuffs were getting restrictive and I wanted desperately to rub my aching, hard crotch. So I undid them and let the cuffs clatter to the floor. Mom certainly didn't notice, grunting in her rut like an animal on the table. Neither did Walter. As she relaxed, he rose smoothly up between her thighs and before Mother knew what was what he was impaled in her.
"Oh fuck! She's tight!" he grunted, even as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Mother's back arched up off the table, then settled back, only to rise up once more as he thrust in her again. Her legs stretched up and wrapped around his hips. As she locked her ankles around his waist, she covered up his ass, which was all the better for me. Slowly, as Walter's strokes began to increase in tempo, I began to take off my clothes.
"Go slow, Detective, please, it's been so long for me. Oh, god, I haven't been filled like this in years!"
But Walter wasn't listening and soon he was really drilling her roughly. By then I was naked, anxiously waiting my turn, my cock throbbing in front of my as my eyes gorging themselves on my mother's ravishment. I stepped to the side and looked at her face where Mother was stretched out on the table. She had that same look of pure bliss! She was enjoying herself, enjoying this rough fucking by a complete stranger. How much better would she love it when her own son was between her thighs?
"Such a good pussy!" I heard him tell her, then saw his hands up and molding those gorgeous tits again. "Such a hot, tight pussy, baby. I bet it feels good with a fat cock filling up that empty hole, doesn't it, honey?"
Suddenly I realized he had been talking to her the whole time. Walter had been talking ever since he stepped into the house. It was his smooth, confident words that had talked him between my mother's thighs. If I ever wanted to learn to be like him, I had to learn to use his words.
"You're one hot little fuck," I heard him snarl at her as I walked around the table to get closer to her head. He wasn't using sweet words, like the men in my stories would have. He was being rough, almost abusive. But each phrase carried some vulgar little compliment with it.
"So wet! Your hot little cunt is so wet, baby. Can you feel my prick slide in and out of your hot, wet pussy?"
Mother rolled her head and groaned audibly, each wave of words crashing against her delicate sensibilities. Each verbal thrust was like the shock of a wrecking ball, wearing away at the edifice of normality mother had built for us all these years. Each phrase seemed to burn in my gut and make my balls tighten and ache to shot my cum.
"Are you going to cum again, you wicked little cunt? Are you going to let your son see your hot little pussy suck the cum out of my cock? Are you gonna let him hear you howl as I shoot off inside you, you sweet little whore!"
"Yes, cum for us, Mother," I found myself saying in the same smooth tones. Reaching forward, I took one of Mom's tits in my own hand, then leaned across the table to smooth the hair out of her eyes. "Here Mother, suck on my finger as you cum. Imagine that it's my dick sliding in and out of your mouth."
As soon as my finger entered her mouth, Mother sucked it in deep and then started to climax again. Her back was arched and her head thrown back. It was just the right angle for me to slide my finger deep into her throat and for us both to pretend I was fucking her there. Over and over I slid my finger between her tight lips, wishing it was my stiff prick. Even as Walter grunted and shot inside her, I was imagining my cock shooting off into Mother's hot mouth.
So was she apparently. Mom certainly sucked on it voraciously enough. Soon enough though, they both finished humping frantically against one another. Gradually, Walter's hips slowed to a smooth, lazy stroke.
"That is one fine pussy, son. You're a lucky man, hoss. Now come over here and saddle up and do us proud."
I felt that wave of resentment again. Resentment for his condescension and most of all, as I moved between mother's thighs, resentment for his semen even now flowing from mother's gaping pussy. But that was just a short-lived sentiment. As I aimed my stiff rod towards its mark, and especially as I slowly sunk into mother's warm hole, all the resentment for anyone and anything seemed to flow out of my body like a tidal surge washing everything out to sea.
"Ah, fuck, you're right! So tight," I moaned, sliding in as deep as I could go.
Finally, for the first time in my life, my cock was buried in a woman! Her heat surrounded me totally, and yes, she was slick and sticky inside too! For two heartbeats, then three, then four, I savored the feeling. Then my hips could be contained no more. Pulling out slowly, I felt mother's pussy grip me hungrily all the way out. Then immediately I reversed it and the same greedy pussy devoured me on the way back in. I was amazed that she still felt tight around me. Amazed that I was even inside her in the first place.
I looked down into mother's face and saw her, not blissful as I desired, but anxious. Then I realized what was wrong. The room was silent as I glided in and out of her wetness. For the first time, there was no soft flow of words, only the wet slap of a son's pelvis as he incestuously fucked his mother.
"You are tight, mother," I began, trying to match Walter's verbal smoothness. "Even after Walter was finished with you, you still grip my thick cock good, baby. Your pussy feels so sweet; I might never need another. I should have been fucking you for years, Mother. I'm going fuck you every day from now on. We'll make up for lost time, just you wait."
As the words began to flow, Mother's anxiety began to ease as well. I picked up the pace and started stroking into her harder.
"Sweet pussy! That's what I'll call you from now on! My sweet pussy!"
"Oh, baby, that feels so good inside me," Mother moaned, looking deep up into my eyes. She looked anxiously at Walter, eager to prove that she could teach me the right way. She bit her lower lip, then whispered in a strained voice, "You can be rougher, baby. I don't mind."
I gripped her tits, using them for leverage as I thrust harder into her. As I squeezed them, mother's hips started coming off the table, bouncing up into me in the same hot manner she had done for Walter.
"Are you going to cum for me too, mother? Are you gonna soak my nuts with your cum, woman? They're already wet, you know. Your wet pussy has already soaked my nuts. When we're done, I'll let you suck them clean, you little slut. Would you like that? Sucking cum off your son's cock and balls?"
I didn't think she was going to be able to cum again, certainly not before I did. I didn't count on Walter's inventiveness, however. He got beside her head, just like I had done and we double-teamed her with our smooth words.
"Cum for your kiddo, baby," he whispered smoothly into her ear. "Cum for him and we'll give you a nice reward. We'll all get on the floor and we'll both fuck you, front and rear you sweet whore. You'll be so full of cock you'll want to scream. But if you try, we'll both take turns fucking your mouth."
Amazingly, mother actually started climaxing before me. She tightened up like she was going to curl into a fetal position, but Walter and I kept her stretched out as I pounded even harder into her. As she raced ahead, groaning around the fingers he stuffed into her mouth, I squeezed her tits hard and then buried my cock deep into the woman. As her pussy convulsed around me, I shot hot ropes of cum into her guts, flooding her already saturated womb. My cum, injected so deep within her and having no where else to go, bubbled up and overflowed her pussy, spilling out and coating my balls even more before dripping thickly onto the floor.
"Oh, baby! Deep, baby, pump it in deep," Mom groaned as she came hard on my dick shoved all the way into her slippery cunt.
I came in buckets, in gallons it seemed. Every time I spurt, mother's stomach would grip and tighten and she would convulse again. Our spasms fed on one another, a circular feedback loop until my testicles were completely drained and I had nothing left to give.
Even then, I could pull back and slam into her again. It felt like someone was pealing the skin off my cock, but the burn and tingle felt so good! I felt so alive! More alive than I'd ever felt before.
And more exhausted too, I realized. Only for a moment, though. When I could breathe again, I felt mother's breasts still in my hand. I could feel a pulse in them, whether hers or mine, I couldn't tell. It didn't matter either. Her eyes were locked in mine and it was like we were one and the same anyway.
"That was great, mother. You're the best I'll ever have."
"Yeah, yeah, come on kid. Watching you fuck her has got me going, again," Walter said, using that same smooth tone on me yet again. "Come on, let's put her on the floor like I said before. I'll even let you have the back, kiddo. I bet she's tighter than shit back there."
But I didn't care what Walter wanted any more. I had my own brand of confidence now, and my own woman to share it with. She must have seen it in my eyes too, that hungry look of a confident man.
"What do you want, Mother? Should I toss him out, or do you want us both to fuck you?"
"I've always wanted to try it, baby," she said, flushing with embarrassment.
Walter was right, again. What had he said in the park? 'Broads want to fuck as much as we do.' He was right, alright. My straight-laced mom, now that she was excited, just wanted to fuck, too.
When I let her up, Walter was already waiting on the floor. He was looking up at us, waiting patiently, confidently. Then he saw the look in mother's eyes and called out to her, "Come here you sexy bitch! I've got a stiff Johnson just waiting to fill you up!"
And she hopped the three steps or so over to him eagerly. Our cum was running down her thighs, that's how full I had pumped her, but she didn't seem to care.
"Come on, baby. Set that wet pussy down right here. Crawl aboard old Walter and ride him to your heart's content."
Mother crawled over him, then she took a firm grasp of his cock and quickly set herself down on top of it. They both groaned as she took him in. Then Mother started riding him in earnest.
I watched her ass as she pumped herself on top of him, the ass that had fascinated me for years. Now, suddenly, it was not just in my view but within my reach.
Kneeling behind her, I bent down and let my fingers graze across the perfect mounds of mother's asscheeks. She was so wonderfully smooth there. But, smooth as it felt, I didn't let my fingers slow until they had traced the shallow groove that split her ass into two perfect halves. Pressing lower, into the deeper portion, my fingers traced the crinkle of her anus.
Mom moaned, thrusting herself down on top of the strange cock beneath her. The more she moaned, the harder I fingered her. All the while, Walter's flow of words was unending.
"Look at those tits, kid. I've never seen more beautiful tits bouncing over me, son. Damn I'd love to fuck this sweet bitch every day like you're going to from now on. You're one lucky little bastard to have a fine woman like this at home, I'll tell you that. Beautiful tits and beautiful wet cunt, too!"
I reached lower, my fingers just barely grazing where mother's cunt was stretched out by Walter's thrusting cock. Going even lower on her leg, I scooped up the dripping cum running in a thick stream down her thigh, then smeared the gooey mess on Mom's puckered asshole. As she groaned, I thrust one finger deep into the tight ring, stretching it with my thick middle knuckle and then even more as I swirled it around.
"Oh, you got her with that one, kid! Whatever you're doing back there, this hot little number loves it. Don't you baby? I bet you're one of those uptight girls that always wanted a real man to open up your back door, aren't you baby?"
With the coating of thick cum I had rubbed inside and out of her, I moved further up between their legs and seated the swollen head of my cock against her impossibly small pucker. Gritting my teeth, I began to gradually press in. As I did, Mom began to twitch between us uncontrollably.
"Go easy, kiddo," Walter suggested with a lewd leer looking up at me over mother's shoulder. "Treat a woman's ass right and she'll give it to you for the rest of your life. Treat her wrong just once and it's never yours again!"
Since he'd given me such great advice so far, I eased up after the fat crown had sunk into her tight ring. Mom threw her head back and was chanting something in a low, raspy whisper that I couldn't make out. First Walter began to slowly pump into her from below, and then Mom's hips began to move as well. As they picked up a little speed, I began to ease into her some more.
"Oh fuck!" I heard my mother cry out and she cursed for the first time I'd ever heard her. The fact that she was cursing as she pushed herself back to take even more of my cock in her ass made it all the more special. Suddenly, I couldn't contain myself and I pushed in harder and slid right in up to my nuts.
"Oh fuck," she screeched sweetly, "I got a big cock filling up my ass!"
"Fuck him, baby," Walter encouraged her, kneading her tits in his active hands as he did so. "Fuck back on that big cock in your ass, baby!"
Mom bucked wildly between us and it was just a matter of holding onto her hips and thrusting against her rhythm. I could feel her gluts flexing like crazy! Her ass felt so hot and alive in my big palms. I squeezed those cheeks, probably as hard as Walter was going after her tits, while thrusting hard and bottoming out every time my sweet bitch pushed back against me.
She was mine, too, I realized. My fat cock stuffed in her virgin ass claimed her just as surely as any explorer ever claimed title of new virgin land for God and country. There was only one thing left to do, to claim my prize.
"Gonna cum in your ass, Mother," I warned her through clenched teeth. It only made Mom and Walter work even harder. "Gonna cum in your ass and make you mine!"
"That's right, kid," I heard Walter say in a strained, groaning voice. "Cum in her! Then she'll be your whore! Forever! Isn't that right... you gorgeous cum slut?"
I didn't know who came first and I didn't care. All I knew was that hot ropes of my semen were flooding Mother's bowels as I pumped her full of molten cum. Her eager ass churned between us, no doubt milking two cocks for all her greedy self was worth. With lunge after deep lunge I pumped hot fire into her dank hole and Mother's convulsing, voracious ass took it all it!
As I cooled down, my cock stayed swollen deep inside her. The two of them continued to thrust fiercely for a while, but then even they slowed down. We all slowly ground ourselves to a gradual halt with our two cocks filling mother up completely as we came to rest.
"You are one sweet ride, woman," I heard Walter whisper to Mom. She leaned over and actually kissed him briefly. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to be going, though. They're gonna miss me at the precinct. I don't think there's any reason to run your son in for such a smaller matter, now that I know you're going to teach him right. Do you?"
"No, Detective. You won't have any more trouble with Daniel. We both appreciate your taking a personal interest in his case."
"Oh, you can believe me, Ma'am, the pleasure was all mine!"
Mom excused herself when we got up, saying she was going to soak in her bathtub for a while. I told her that I'd be right in to join her soon, a comment that earned me a sexy, shy smile as her ass swayed out the door.
While Walter was getting dressed, I waited until I heard the water running in mother's bath. "I thought you were going to stay a while?" I asked the older man, feeling ambivalent about whether I wanted him to stay and help me with my older sister or not.
"I think you got the drift of it now, kid," he said with a smirk. "Your Mom can teach you what a woman needs, as long as you remember to be firm with her. Don't let her get the upper hand, son. A woman like your mom needs a firm touch, you can probably tell. You saw how hot she got by being handled rough."
"Yeah, that came as a real shock."
"Not to me. Lots of broads are like that. Chances are your sister is, too. Just one last word of advice to you there, kid. Don't try and keep your sister to yourself. If she's already been fucking around, it'd be hard to train her to just one cock, ya know. Lot's of young guys fall into that trap."
"And don't you just settle for the good pussy you have at home, either, kid. Nice as it is," Walter said, looking wistfully toward the part of the house Mom had left for. "One of the keys to understanding all women is to fuck a wide variety of 'em. Just one steady girl doesn't teach you much."
After he was dressed, I reached over and took the two hundred dollars off the floor where it had been swept down while we fucked mother on the table. I handed it over to him and Walter pocketed it and also bent and picked up his handcuffs off the floor.
"See you around, kid. I might just take a rain check on your sister though, if it's all the same to you. If she's half the piece of tail your mom is, she'd be worth coming back some time to fuck."
"Sure, just bring along a girl you don't mind sharing with me," I told him, copying his own leering smirk. "I think that's only fair, you fuck my gal, I'll fuck yours."
"Shit, you're learning quickly, kid" he laughed, patting me roughly on the back before heading for the door.
As he walked out our door, I wondered if that was the last I'd see of that strange little confident man that had called himself Walter. Then I heard mother softly singing in another part of the house and realized there were better things for me to worry about.
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Shit, it was the one with my stories in it, too -- my incest stories!
Worst of all, they were in the back of an old senior history notebook that was left over when I graduated from high school. It had my name and address all over the front. I couldn't just leave it behind.
He didn't look that mean and tough, though. If I had to fight him for it, I could probably take him. He was just an average looking guy, pretty nondescript really. About 5'9" I'd say, maybe 160 lbs. Kinda wiry with hair a little too long. He had on rumpled clothes, cotton trousers and a short sleeved button down shirt. A real nobody.
So I walked right up to him and told him flat out, "That's my notebook. I want it back, now!"
He chuckled, flipping the cover over and looking up at me, squinting into the sun as he did so. He gave me a kind of a cockeyed smile. Whoever he was, he had an easy-going face with steel blue eyes.
"Sure kid," he said casually, like it was no big deal at all. That was a real relief. He held the notebook out to me. I went to grab it, but he held on to it for just a second longer than he should have. Kinda just long enough to get my attention and to throw me off balance. Then he released it.
Leaning back, he smiled nice and friendly and then he said, "You know you're going about it all wrong, don't you?"
"Going after what?" I said, playing ignorant.
"See, that's what I mean, kid. You got no confidence. You're going about it all wrong."
"Look mister, just butt out of my business," I said, then turned to walk away.
"Fine by me, kid, but you'll never fuck 'em that way."
"Yeah, well what you know about it," I said, not even deigning to turn fully around, just packing away my notebook into my knapsack.
"I know I fucked more women than you got pairs of socks, that's what I know. And I know you ain't never gonna fuck no decent woman with any approach like what I read in there. Shit, you must be a virgin kid. Do the worlds a real favor, go fuck a real woman before you try and write about it."
That stung, and it stung to the core. That's what I had been trying to do really. My vast experience with women had been feeling up a few small tits hot and heavy on the front seat of Mom's car. That and just living with a single mom that didn't date much and a big sister that did. Lot of good either one of them did me.
I must have looked as dejected as I felt, because the guy said somewhat sympathetically, "Look, kid. It ain't no big deal. If half that shit you wrote is true, just go home and show some balls and fuck either one of them. Broads are pretty much all the same. They may say they want romance. What they really want is a real man that knows how to fuck. How many really nice guys have you seen dating the cheerleaders at school?"
He definitely had a point there. Every respectably hot babe I ever knew in high school dated the biggest jerks of them all. All the real loudmouth jocks got the best chicks. Sensitive guys, caring guys, we got squat.
"Look, kid. Park your can a minute. If you're gonna try and write about this shit, let me tell you how the game is really played," he said so confidently that I found myself sitting on the far edge of the same bench just listening. "Okay, let's take this mom you wrote the first story about. Let's say, for the sake of argument, she's not even your mom, just some generic mom. What did you call her?"
"Georgia."
"Yeah, nice touch there," he started off complimenting. "That name conjures up a sweet Southern gal. I've known a few Georgia's in my time and at least two of them were very sweet in the sack. I didn't get the third one now that I think about it, but I nailed her sister that night instead. I should have stuck with that Georgia though. The sister was a real tightass, and I don't mean that in a good way."
"Anyway, so this hypothetical Georgia of yours, she's been on her own since you were eight. That's ten years right? And you say she's not had many dates. That tells me a couple of things right there. Either she's giving it up on the side without even having to be dated or she's doing without. Either way, you got an easy in to fuck her right there."
He sat there like nothing else needed to be said. When I still looked puzzled, he shook his head and tried to spell it out like he was talking to an elementary schooler.
"Okay, let's take the first one. If she's screwing the pants off some guy without having to be dated, she got round heels anyway. A woman like that is just waiting for a big handsome kid like you to come home and put the meat to her.
"And if she's had none, well that's even better kid. You think us men corner the market on being horny? Hell no! The secret to understanding women is that when everything else is said and done, they really do act like men more than they want to tell the press. Broads want to fuck just as much as we do, kid. They just got to have the proper pretext. Give them a good enough reason and you can get any broad to fuck you anywhere at any time."
That's when I figured it out. This guy was so full of bullshit he stunk of it.
"Yeah, right mister. It was nice talking to ya," I told him, getting up to leave.
"You don't believe me, do ya?" he said, grinning up at me, squinting back into the sun again. "Jeez, why do I bother? I'll tell you why. I like a challenge and you look like a pretty decent kid. You could be worth something as a writer someday. Who knows, maybe I'm helping out the next Ernest Hemmingway of porn stories here?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills.
"Tell you what, I got two hundred dollars here," he said, pulling off the first two bills. They were both hundreds and it looked like there might have been twenty or thirty more where they came from. "My two hundred says you take me home with you right now and if I can't fuck 'Georgia' right in front of your eyes in thirty minutes you keep the money and I walk out the door never to be seen again."
"You're joking, right? No way I'm gonna take you home with me and even if I did, there's no way in holy hell you could get into MY mother's pants in thirty days much less thirty minutes."
"So what have you got to loose?" he asked, waving the bills in front of my face. "You hold the money even. If I can't get the job done, and get it done right under your nose, you get a clean two clams."
"Look mister, as tempting as the free money is, I don't even want a guy like you knowing where I live. No offense or anything."
"None taken, kiddo. From your angle, I can't say I blame you. But I already know where you live. 123 Sycamore Street, isn't that right?"
Shit! The address on the notebook!
"If I was a real scumbag, I'd just hang around until you weren't around and fuck Georgia anyway. She'd be really easy picking's then. I'm trying to challenge myself here, kid. I'm giving you the edge. It'll be at least half as hard again to get her naked and on her back with her own son looking on."
I vacillated, not able to decide what to do, which left this guy with even more time to talk and get into my head.
"Look, if I strike out, you tell her what a phony I am and that nothing I said is true. I'll throw in some obvious lies that she can check out and then she'll know what a heel I am and never fall for my line of shit again. She'll be inoculated. Think of me as a virus or something."
"But if I'm right, not only will you get to see me fuck your mother, but I'll guarantee you that you can have sloppy seconds right after me, kiddo. How about it? Bang you mom for sure or win an easy two hundred-dollar bet. Shit son, you can't lose this one!"
Actually, it did sound like too good of a deal. "What's in this for you?"
"You mean other than the chance to bang your mom?" he cackled, even more so when I winced at the way he said it. "No, it's a good question, kid. One you should have asked about five minutes ago. People never do things for unselfish motives.
"See, number one, I love to prove I still got it. It's easy to go to some neighborhood bar or church where women are wanting to get laid and score," he said. When he saw me wince again when he said 'church', he cackled merrily again. "Most churches are filled with single gals wanting to find a husband or ignored wives that need a man. Either one is just a whore waiting to happen, kid. But I digress.
"Besides just proving I can do it, I'd also ask this, too. You described the older sister real nice in those stories, too. I'd want to stick around until she comes home from her date and fuck her, too. Mother and daughter teams are fun to fool around with. Especially the pretty ones. Yeah, I'd want to stick around and help you fuck the two of them together for the first time. Kinda set you up right from then on out, you know. After today though, you'd be on your own. Bird's gotta leave the nest sometime and all."
He was so overwhelmingly confident that it was funny. I started laughing aloud. The thought of this stranger talking his way into my staid, quiet home and actually having sex with my totally asexual mother and my sister who'd never be seen with an older guy like this... The audacity of him thinking he could set it all up in thirty minutes or less... It was just too much to bear!
He joined me laughing, but for entirely the opposite reasons. "So, we got a deal," he said after a moment or two of laughing. That only made me chuckle more, then I just shrugged and said sure, why not? Easiest two hundred dollars I ever made!
It was only a ten-minute walk to my house anyway. Sis would be gone until late, I knew. She always had a date on Friday night. This guy was just talking away like it was all for real, but it sure didn't feel that way.
"Remember what I said about pretext, kid? Okay, here's the pretext for your mom. I'm gonna be the vice cop and you're gonna be the kid I caught soliciting a prostitute..."
"No way!" I immediately protested.
"Don't sweat it, kid. I'll tell her you were real clumsy about it and it was obviously your first time. With a hooker, anyway. Though it would be better all the way around if you'd just come out and admit you're a virgin to her. Moms really dig that, you know. But I'll leave that up to you. As a vice cop, I wouldn't know that.
"So we'll go in the door with you in handcuffs, but don't be concerned about that. Let me show you the trick about these cuffs, kid," he said, pulling a pair of handcuffs from the small of his back and under his shirt. Was this guy really a cop? "Here, put them on me in front. I'll show you the gag."
We were in a secluded part of the street, so I put the cuffs on him in front of his body. I made them real tight, too.
"Okay. See this little catch right here? Just push that with the finger of your other hand, and..." quite easily, the cuffs came loose and slipped off his wrist. "Here, you try them on now until you think you can do it behind your back with no problem."
I tried them two or three times. It was very easy.
"Now ask me why I have a pair like this," he smirked, daring me. When I did, he told me, "Some chicks like to be restrained, kiddo. We won't do that with you're mom, so don't be worrying about that. But see, a new gal that doesn't know you very well don't want to be tied down where she can't get away. Not for real, anyway. These cuffs are the perfect pretext for those kinds of babes.
"Plus I've used them other ways. I once had a mom cuff me in the same room as her virginal daughter. By the time she got back from the grocery store, the girl wasn't a virgin any more, if you know what I mean. The mom didn't have a clue though. I was already back in the cuffs by then."
We started walking the block and a half to our house. The closer we came, the more I started thinking this wasn't so humorous any more. Suddenly, it started to get a little scary.
"Look kid, I know you're nervous and all. That's okay, believe me. You're supposed to look nervous in this bit. But even beyond that, any time you want out, just ask to see my badge. I ain't got one, see. I don't want some real cop busting me for impersonating or anything. Your mom will smell a rat immediately if I can't produce a badge. You've got nothing to worry about, see."
I brought him to the side door that only the family used so the neighbors wouldn't see. Then he had me turn around so he could cuff me real lose and easy like. "Just don't wig out and spill the beans just because you see she'd gonna tumble for me, okay? That would be a real rat. If I get her naked and primed, let me have a good go on her. She'll be ready to be yours from then on, after all."
He knocked on the door, and then whispered to me, "Don't be nervous, kid. But keep looking like you are."
Mom opened the door, all 5'5" and one hundred and ten pounds of her. She was wearing a buttoned down brief top that left about two inches of her abdomen showing and the only other thing showing was canvas shorts. They were an acceptable length at least, but she was barefoot other than that. Obviously she wasn't expecting company.
"Can I help you?" Mom asked, brushing her rich brown hair behind her ear and off her face, an unconscious gesture she used anytime she felt nervous.
"Yes, Ma'am," the man greeted her, then reached to the side and pulled me by the arm alongside him. Mom gasped when she saw me in handcuffs. "Detective Walter Blessing, Ma'am. I'm afraid your son got into a bit of a pickle. I thought I'd run him by here as a courtesy to you before I took him downtown and booked him."
"Please, come in detective," she said, inviting the man into our home just like that. No badge, no credentials even. Just her own son in handcuffs and she assumed the man was telling her the truth.
"Just park yourself right at the table, kid. You try and run and it'll go bad for you. Sorry, Ma'am. This looks like a nice neighborhood and you look like you have a nice home here. Sorry to be frightening you like this."
"What's this about Detective..."
"Detective Blessing, Ma'am. Or you can just call me Walter. I caught your son here, Daniel, soliciting a known prostitute in the park, Ma'am. Got to run him in for that, Ma'am. My partner already took in the girl."
"Daniel? Is this true?"
I couldn't lie to, Mom. Not just like this. So, I said nothing and shrugged in the seat with my hands still cuffed behind me.
"The thing is, Ma'am, this particular prostitute is known to have HIV. We watch out for her pretty regular. I'm on the Vice Squad, I don't know if I mentioned that. Anyways, we watch out for this gal whenever she gets out of jail. We keep putting her in and the judges keep letting her out and all. You know what it's like."
He talked so smoothly! I just sat back and listened to the words flow out of his mouth. From the time that Mom had answered the door, he had become the vice cop.
"Anyways, your son is so green that this real sleazebag... pardon the French, Ma'am... this lady of the evening had him talked up to two hundred dollars for an "Around the World," if you know what that means."
"Detective, Daniel doesn't have that kind of money. He doesn't even have a job this summer."
"Maybe he stole it or something, Ma'am. All I know was he had two-one hundred dollar bills in his pocket when we found him. That gal was about to take him for all he had on him."
He had me stand up and Walter turned my pocket inside out where I had stuffed the money. I thought he was going to pocket the bills and I was prepared to call it off right there, but he just winked at me where Mom couldn't see and tossed them on the table.
"Guess you can hold on to that, Ma'am. It'll get stolen downtown. His belt, too. They won't let him have that in lockup. You might want to get him some slip-on shoes, too. No laces in there."
"Wait, Detective. Please, isn't there anything that can be done? He didn't actually hurt anyone."
Here's where I thought he would spring it on her. He'd offer to let me go if she'd screw him right here, right over the kitchen table.
Instead, he shook his head and told Mom, "I don't know, Ma'am. I've seen kids like this move on to lots worse. It'd be best to teach him his lesson right now. He tells me his Daddy doesn't live here any more."
"No, but what's that got to do with anything, Detective."
"Well, I hate to be blunt, Miss, but he's just a young man desperate to sow his wild oats. Apparently he hasn't been able to find a willing girl his own age," he said. Hey! That stung! Especially because it was true! "If his dad were here, I'd recommend he punish him good and proper and then take him to some respectable place were the girls are cleaner and won't cheat the boy. But I can't very well have you take him to a cathouse, Ma'am."
"Why, I'd never do such a thing, officer!"
"That's exactly what I mean, Ma'am. And it's obvious to me that you're not willing to take care of it the regular way, either..."
"The regular way?" Mom asked, shaking her head as though refusing to accept what he was obviously implying.
"You know, teaching him at home like most folks do," he said like incest was the most natural thing in the entire world.
"Wait, Detective, you're not implying..." Mom's voice trailed off, unable to even form the suggestion with her own lips.
"I'm not implying anything, Ma'am. Maybe you have some religious objection or some fool thing like that, that keeps you from doing what any decent mother would have done years ago. For whatever your reasons, it's obvious to me that he's a menace to society like he is. He'll probably learn more in thirty minutes in a prison cell downtown than he's going to learn here with you."
Walter, if that really was his name, was really turning up the psychological heat on Mom. She looked completely confused and befuddled. They were standing about five feet apart, Walter by my side and Mom still mostly near the door.
"Please, Detective, just wait," she pleaded, trying to get her bearings.
"Wait for what, honey?" Walter asked, his voice dripping with irony as he took a step closer towards her. "You're probably one of those gals that think a man ought to learn about sex on their wedding night, for Pete's sake. When was the last time you even talked to the boy about the facts of life, like not to pick up crack whores on the street?"
"We've talked," Mom lamented, but when Walter looked as though he'd ask her what we had talked about, she admitted, "Okay, we haven't really talked. But he's my son, there's only so much..."
"There's a lot you can teach him. You're a woman after all. He's almost a man already. You do what women have always done."
"But he's my son. I couldn't just..."
"See, you're hopeless," he berated her. "You can't even say it, can you? You can't even say, 'fuck him.'"
Mother looked shocked and scandalized. I think it's the first time that, that word had ever been said in our kitchen.
"Come on, kid. I'm wasting my time here," he said, turning to me.
"Wait, Detective," Mother said again for the hundredth time. This time, just as he was reaching for me, she reached out to touch Walter on the shoulder to stop him.
He wheeled about on her suddenly, catching her very close to him before saying to her low and menacingly, "Just how long it has been since you were with a real man. That's what this is all about, isn't it? You're just too frigid to do your duty properly. Isn't that it? You're one of those gals that just don't like to fuck any real man, is that it?"
Mom sputtered and threw up her hands at the last minute, not touching him. With every harsh word he spit at her, it was like he slapped her. She looked stunned, like a wild deer in the headlights.
He took one step forward and wrapped his right hand smoothly around her trim waist. The other he raised just as smoothly, taking her right breast into his bigger mitt and squeezing it.
"How long, baby?" he asked, his voice sounding like warm grease bubbling in a pan. "How long since you had a real man between your pretty legs?"
Incredibly, even as his right hand dropped and looked like it had started rubbing her ass, I heard her moan, "Too long," so loud we all could hear. Then, her eyes quickly glanced down at me. "Not here," she said more firmly, then struggled weakly to push him away.
"Yes, right here, woman. Dammit, he needs to see what a real woman is, not some ten dollar whore off the street. I'm trying to save his life here. Either he stays or he goes to jail. It's your call, baby. You can save his life, or you can throw it away, right now."
The whole time Mom was trying to decide, his hands were squeezing her breasts gently and rubbing that fine ass of hers. Walter had pulled her into his body, rubbing himself against her the full lengths of their bodies. Even as he leaned forward and bit her on the neck, she stared into my eyes.
"Oh please, Detective..." she begged meekly.
"Please nothing, baby. Ask me to please fuck you!" he growled at her, and then ran his left hand underneath her tight shirt to begin mauling Mom's small breast in the flesh. "Unbutton your shirt, baby. Let Junior see these beautiful tits."
Mom's head went back and a deep moan escaped her lips. Walter growled again, and then began attacking the upper portion of her chest as though he would devour her. Slowly, I saw mother's hand reach between them. She looked me in the eyes as her slim fingers began to loosen every one of those small plastic buttons.
"He's gonna love these, honey," Walter's voice suddenly sounded like smooth velvet. "Why would he go to some diseased whore when he has a beautiful woman like you at home? Especially a woman that needs it so bad, eh baby? You do need it, don't you, baby?"
As mother finished unbuttoning her last button, she leaned her head back and moaned again, saying, "Please, Detective. Let my son go and I'll give you what you want. I'll talk to him later, I promise." Walter ignored her words, pulling her hip snuggly into his and started rocking slowly into her. They swayed together and as her shirt fell open I saw my mother's breast for the first time to the music of mother's deep sigh. It was in Walter's hands and he was caressing them none too gently.
"No bra, kid," Walter said, addressing me for the first time since we entered the room. "And I can't feel any panties underneath here either. If she walks around the house half-naked like this, she's been wanting it for a while."
"Haven't you, honey?" he said, switching his considerable attentions back to her. "Haven't you been needing a hard cock so bad, baby?"
Mom moaned, and even though she tried to disguise it, we both could hear her deep, growling answer in the moan, "Oh god, yes! It's been so long!"
"Just lean back on this table, honey," Walter said, deftly spinning her half way around so that her pretty ass was to the table. For the first time I saw his hand back there. It was buried deeply between the firm globes of mother's ass. He was pumping it slowly in and out, gliding his fingers smoothly over the crotch of her shorts.
Mother leaned back onto the table. He snarled at her, "Get rid of that damned shirt," and she hastened to comply. Mother's shoulder length brown hair flew about as she removed the loose garment and when I looked down I saw her B-cup breasts bouncing freely for the first time. Walter's hands were busy at her waist, but my eyes were fixed on Mother's beautiful breasts.
Each one was just a little more than a handful. They were well rounded on the bottom, shaped somewhat like a teardrop. Each perfect breast was capped with a small brown nipple and surrounded by a perfect oval of light brown tissue. I wanted to bury my face in them, wanted to suck each one in turn just as I had probably done as a child.
I came back to reality and all that could be heard was three people breathing harshly. For some reason, the sound of the zipper of mother's shorts as Walter ripped it down sounded even harsher. It filled the air and almost before it finished echoing off the walls it seemed, Walter had the shorts down and off my mother's petite body.
She was naked on the kitchen table, served up like some erotic feast, but not for me. Not yet, anyway. The man feasting on her, the stranger engorging on my mother, began at those succulent breasts that I so much wanted in my own mouth.
"Slower, Detective! Please, go, slower," she groaned, tossing her head from side to side in confusion and desire.
Walter sucked practically one whole tit in. He was mauling the other breast in his firm hand. As he squeezed it, mother would gasp and moan and the nipple would puff out and swell. He must have been squeezing it very hard, too, because it went from a soft pink to a deep scarlet as he worked on it. Then he switched off, and though I couldn't see his hand at work on the other tit, I saw his lips sucking at the nearest one and I saw him bite down on her.
Mother sighed loudly, leaning back on the table, not to get away, as I would have suspected, but to arch her back and press her breasts higher up to him. She tossed her head, then looked quickly down at the man devouring her until her gaze came to rest on me again. Every time she looked at me our eyes would lock together. Each time our mutual staring would hold until Mother's eyes would roll back in her head. Then I would look down and Walter would be ravishing her in some new, perverse way.
"Daniel, please don't watch, baby," Mother pleaded with me, but for the life of me I couldn't turn away. "Please, Daniel, I'm doing this for you, baby."
Walter was kneeling between her legs now, the back of his nondescript head weaving in concentric circles between her thighs. I couldn't see what he was doing, so I found myself standing up and moving closer, eager to see this stranger tonguefuck my mother. How many times had I dreamed of doing that myself? I could smell her fragrance in the air. I could also hear Walter as he unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt.
Could Mother? Did she know what was coming?
Maybe she did. He hadn't been eating her long and she was already climaxing. She convulsed, throwing her hips higher in the air and pushing his strange little face tighter between her legs. How could her face be filled with such bliss for this strange man? I resented him for a moment, and then realized that without Walter I would never have known how beautiful Mother looked when she was climaxing on our kitchen table.
"Oh, god! Oh god! It feel so good," Mom whined, pulling Walter tighter between her thighs.
The handcuffs were getting restrictive and I wanted desperately to rub my aching, hard crotch. So I undid them and let the cuffs clatter to the floor. Mom certainly didn't notice, grunting in her rut like an animal on the table. Neither did Walter. As she relaxed, he rose smoothly up between her thighs and before Mother knew what was what he was impaled in her.
"Oh fuck! She's tight!" he grunted, even as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Mother's back arched up off the table, then settled back, only to rise up once more as he thrust in her again. Her legs stretched up and wrapped around his hips. As she locked her ankles around his waist, she covered up his ass, which was all the better for me. Slowly, as Walter's strokes began to increase in tempo, I began to take off my clothes.
"Go slow, Detective, please, it's been so long for me. Oh, god, I haven't been filled like this in years!"
But Walter wasn't listening and soon he was really drilling her roughly. By then I was naked, anxiously waiting my turn, my cock throbbing in front of my as my eyes gorging themselves on my mother's ravishment. I stepped to the side and looked at her face where Mother was stretched out on the table. She had that same look of pure bliss! She was enjoying herself, enjoying this rough fucking by a complete stranger. How much better would she love it when her own son was between her thighs?
"Such a good pussy!" I heard him tell her, then saw his hands up and molding those gorgeous tits again. "Such a hot, tight pussy, baby. I bet it feels good with a fat cock filling up that empty hole, doesn't it, honey?"
Suddenly I realized he had been talking to her the whole time. Walter had been talking ever since he stepped into the house. It was his smooth, confident words that had talked him between my mother's thighs. If I ever wanted to learn to be like him, I had to learn to use his words.
"You're one hot little fuck," I heard him snarl at her as I walked around the table to get closer to her head. He wasn't using sweet words, like the men in my stories would have. He was being rough, almost abusive. But each phrase carried some vulgar little compliment with it.
"So wet! Your hot little cunt is so wet, baby. Can you feel my prick slide in and out of your hot, wet pussy?"
Mother rolled her head and groaned audibly, each wave of words crashing against her delicate sensibilities. Each verbal thrust was like the shock of a wrecking ball, wearing away at the edifice of normality mother had built for us all these years. Each phrase seemed to burn in my gut and make my balls tighten and ache to shot my cum.
"Are you going to cum again, you wicked little cunt? Are you going to let your son see your hot little pussy suck the cum out of my cock? Are you gonna let him hear you howl as I shoot off inside you, you sweet little whore!"
"Yes, cum for us, Mother," I found myself saying in the same smooth tones. Reaching forward, I took one of Mom's tits in my own hand, then leaned across the table to smooth the hair out of her eyes. "Here Mother, suck on my finger as you cum. Imagine that it's my dick sliding in and out of your mouth."
As soon as my finger entered her mouth, Mother sucked it in deep and then started to climax again. Her back was arched and her head thrown back. It was just the right angle for me to slide my finger deep into her throat and for us both to pretend I was fucking her there. Over and over I slid my finger between her tight lips, wishing it was my stiff prick. Even as Walter grunted and shot inside her, I was imagining my cock shooting off into Mother's hot mouth.
So was she apparently. Mom certainly sucked on it voraciously enough. Soon enough though, they both finished humping frantically against one another. Gradually, Walter's hips slowed to a smooth, lazy stroke.
"That is one fine pussy, son. You're a lucky man, hoss. Now come over here and saddle up and do us proud."
I felt that wave of resentment again. Resentment for his condescension and most of all, as I moved between mother's thighs, resentment for his semen even now flowing from mother's gaping pussy. But that was just a short-lived sentiment. As I aimed my stiff rod towards its mark, and especially as I slowly sunk into mother's warm hole, all the resentment for anyone and anything seemed to flow out of my body like a tidal surge washing everything out to sea.
"Ah, fuck, you're right! So tight," I moaned, sliding in as deep as I could go.
Finally, for the first time in my life, my cock was buried in a woman! Her heat surrounded me totally, and yes, she was slick and sticky inside too! For two heartbeats, then three, then four, I savored the feeling. Then my hips could be contained no more. Pulling out slowly, I felt mother's pussy grip me hungrily all the way out. Then immediately I reversed it and the same greedy pussy devoured me on the way back in. I was amazed that she still felt tight around me. Amazed that I was even inside her in the first place.
I looked down into mother's face and saw her, not blissful as I desired, but anxious. Then I realized what was wrong. The room was silent as I glided in and out of her wetness. For the first time, there was no soft flow of words, only the wet slap of a son's pelvis as he incestuously fucked his mother.
"You are tight, mother," I began, trying to match Walter's verbal smoothness. "Even after Walter was finished with you, you still grip my thick cock good, baby. Your pussy feels so sweet; I might never need another. I should have been fucking you for years, Mother. I'm going fuck you every day from now on. We'll make up for lost time, just you wait."
As the words began to flow, Mother's anxiety began to ease as well. I picked up the pace and started stroking into her harder.
"Sweet pussy! That's what I'll call you from now on! My sweet pussy!"
"Oh, baby, that feels so good inside me," Mother moaned, looking deep up into my eyes. She looked anxiously at Walter, eager to prove that she could teach me the right way. She bit her lower lip, then whispered in a strained voice, "You can be rougher, baby. I don't mind."
I gripped her tits, using them for leverage as I thrust harder into her. As I squeezed them, mother's hips started coming off the table, bouncing up into me in the same hot manner she had done for Walter.
"Are you going to cum for me too, mother? Are you gonna soak my nuts with your cum, woman? They're already wet, you know. Your wet pussy has already soaked my nuts. When we're done, I'll let you suck them clean, you little slut. Would you like that? Sucking cum off your son's cock and balls?"
I didn't think she was going to be able to cum again, certainly not before I did. I didn't count on Walter's inventiveness, however. He got beside her head, just like I had done and we double-teamed her with our smooth words.
"Cum for your kiddo, baby," he whispered smoothly into her ear. "Cum for him and we'll give you a nice reward. We'll all get on the floor and we'll both fuck you, front and rear you sweet whore. You'll be so full of cock you'll want to scream. But if you try, we'll both take turns fucking your mouth."
Amazingly, mother actually started climaxing before me. She tightened up like she was going to curl into a fetal position, but Walter and I kept her stretched out as I pounded even harder into her. As she raced ahead, groaning around the fingers he stuffed into her mouth, I squeezed her tits hard and then buried my cock deep into the woman. As her pussy convulsed around me, I shot hot ropes of cum into her guts, flooding her already saturated womb. My cum, injected so deep within her and having no where else to go, bubbled up and overflowed her pussy, spilling out and coating my balls even more before dripping thickly onto the floor.
"Oh, baby! Deep, baby, pump it in deep," Mom groaned as she came hard on my dick shoved all the way into her slippery cunt.
I came in buckets, in gallons it seemed. Every time I spurt, mother's stomach would grip and tighten and she would convulse again. Our spasms fed on one another, a circular feedback loop until my testicles were completely drained and I had nothing left to give.
Even then, I could pull back and slam into her again. It felt like someone was pealing the skin off my cock, but the burn and tingle felt so good! I felt so alive! More alive than I'd ever felt before.
And more exhausted too, I realized. Only for a moment, though. When I could breathe again, I felt mother's breasts still in my hand. I could feel a pulse in them, whether hers or mine, I couldn't tell. It didn't matter either. Her eyes were locked in mine and it was like we were one and the same anyway.
"That was great, mother. You're the best I'll ever have."
"Yeah, yeah, come on kid. Watching you fuck her has got me going, again," Walter said, using that same smooth tone on me yet again. "Come on, let's put her on the floor like I said before. I'll even let you have the back, kiddo. I bet she's tighter than shit back there."
But I didn't care what Walter wanted any more. I had my own brand of confidence now, and my own woman to share it with. She must have seen it in my eyes too, that hungry look of a confident man.
"What do you want, Mother? Should I toss him out, or do you want us both to fuck you?"
"I've always wanted to try it, baby," she said, flushing with embarrassment.
Walter was right, again. What had he said in the park? 'Broads want to fuck as much as we do.' He was right, alright. My straight-laced mom, now that she was excited, just wanted to fuck, too.
When I let her up, Walter was already waiting on the floor. He was looking up at us, waiting patiently, confidently. Then he saw the look in mother's eyes and called out to her, "Come here you sexy bitch! I've got a stiff Johnson just waiting to fill you up!"
And she hopped the three steps or so over to him eagerly. Our cum was running down her thighs, that's how full I had pumped her, but she didn't seem to care.
"Come on, baby. Set that wet pussy down right here. Crawl aboard old Walter and ride him to your heart's content."
Mother crawled over him, then she took a firm grasp of his cock and quickly set herself down on top of it. They both groaned as she took him in. Then Mother started riding him in earnest.
I watched her ass as she pumped herself on top of him, the ass that had fascinated me for years. Now, suddenly, it was not just in my view but within my reach.
Kneeling behind her, I bent down and let my fingers graze across the perfect mounds of mother's asscheeks. She was so wonderfully smooth there. But, smooth as it felt, I didn't let my fingers slow until they had traced the shallow groove that split her ass into two perfect halves. Pressing lower, into the deeper portion, my fingers traced the crinkle of her anus.
Mom moaned, thrusting herself down on top of the strange cock beneath her. The more she moaned, the harder I fingered her. All the while, Walter's flow of words was unending.
"Look at those tits, kid. I've never seen more beautiful tits bouncing over me, son. Damn I'd love to fuck this sweet bitch every day like you're going to from now on. You're one lucky little bastard to have a fine woman like this at home, I'll tell you that. Beautiful tits and beautiful wet cunt, too!"
I reached lower, my fingers just barely grazing where mother's cunt was stretched out by Walter's thrusting cock. Going even lower on her leg, I scooped up the dripping cum running in a thick stream down her thigh, then smeared the gooey mess on Mom's puckered asshole. As she groaned, I thrust one finger deep into the tight ring, stretching it with my thick middle knuckle and then even more as I swirled it around.
"Oh, you got her with that one, kid! Whatever you're doing back there, this hot little number loves it. Don't you baby? I bet you're one of those uptight girls that always wanted a real man to open up your back door, aren't you baby?"
With the coating of thick cum I had rubbed inside and out of her, I moved further up between their legs and seated the swollen head of my cock against her impossibly small pucker. Gritting my teeth, I began to gradually press in. As I did, Mom began to twitch between us uncontrollably.
"Go easy, kiddo," Walter suggested with a lewd leer looking up at me over mother's shoulder. "Treat a woman's ass right and she'll give it to you for the rest of your life. Treat her wrong just once and it's never yours again!"
Since he'd given me such great advice so far, I eased up after the fat crown had sunk into her tight ring. Mom threw her head back and was chanting something in a low, raspy whisper that I couldn't make out. First Walter began to slowly pump into her from below, and then Mom's hips began to move as well. As they picked up a little speed, I began to ease into her some more.
"Oh fuck!" I heard my mother cry out and she cursed for the first time I'd ever heard her. The fact that she was cursing as she pushed herself back to take even more of my cock in her ass made it all the more special. Suddenly, I couldn't contain myself and I pushed in harder and slid right in up to my nuts.
"Oh fuck," she screeched sweetly, "I got a big cock filling up my ass!"
"Fuck him, baby," Walter encouraged her, kneading her tits in his active hands as he did so. "Fuck back on that big cock in your ass, baby!"
Mom bucked wildly between us and it was just a matter of holding onto her hips and thrusting against her rhythm. I could feel her gluts flexing like crazy! Her ass felt so hot and alive in my big palms. I squeezed those cheeks, probably as hard as Walter was going after her tits, while thrusting hard and bottoming out every time my sweet bitch pushed back against me.
She was mine, too, I realized. My fat cock stuffed in her virgin ass claimed her just as surely as any explorer ever claimed title of new virgin land for God and country. There was only one thing left to do, to claim my prize.
"Gonna cum in your ass, Mother," I warned her through clenched teeth. It only made Mom and Walter work even harder. "Gonna cum in your ass and make you mine!"
"That's right, kid," I heard Walter say in a strained, groaning voice. "Cum in her! Then she'll be your whore! Forever! Isn't that right... you gorgeous cum slut?"
I didn't know who came first and I didn't care. All I knew was that hot ropes of my semen were flooding Mother's bowels as I pumped her full of molten cum. Her eager ass churned between us, no doubt milking two cocks for all her greedy self was worth. With lunge after deep lunge I pumped hot fire into her dank hole and Mother's convulsing, voracious ass took it all it!
As I cooled down, my cock stayed swollen deep inside her. The two of them continued to thrust fiercely for a while, but then even they slowed down. We all slowly ground ourselves to a gradual halt with our two cocks filling mother up completely as we came to rest.
"You are one sweet ride, woman," I heard Walter whisper to Mom. She leaned over and actually kissed him briefly. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to be going, though. They're gonna miss me at the precinct. I don't think there's any reason to run your son in for such a smaller matter, now that I know you're going to teach him right. Do you?"
"No, Detective. You won't have any more trouble with Daniel. We both appreciate your taking a personal interest in his case."
"Oh, you can believe me, Ma'am, the pleasure was all mine!"
Mom excused herself when we got up, saying she was going to soak in her bathtub for a while. I told her that I'd be right in to join her soon, a comment that earned me a sexy, shy smile as her ass swayed out the door.
While Walter was getting dressed, I waited until I heard the water running in mother's bath. "I thought you were going to stay a while?" I asked the older man, feeling ambivalent about whether I wanted him to stay and help me with my older sister or not.
"I think you got the drift of it now, kid," he said with a smirk. "Your Mom can teach you what a woman needs, as long as you remember to be firm with her. Don't let her get the upper hand, son. A woman like your mom needs a firm touch, you can probably tell. You saw how hot she got by being handled rough."
"Yeah, that came as a real shock."
"Not to me. Lots of broads are like that. Chances are your sister is, too. Just one last word of advice to you there, kid. Don't try and keep your sister to yourself. If she's already been fucking around, it'd be hard to train her to just one cock, ya know. Lot's of young guys fall into that trap."
"And don't you just settle for the good pussy you have at home, either, kid. Nice as it is," Walter said, looking wistfully toward the part of the house Mom had left for. "One of the keys to understanding all women is to fuck a wide variety of 'em. Just one steady girl doesn't teach you much."
After he was dressed, I reached over and took the two hundred dollars off the floor where it had been swept down while we fucked mother on the table. I handed it over to him and Walter pocketed it and also bent and picked up his handcuffs off the floor.
"See you around, kid. I might just take a rain check on your sister though, if it's all the same to you. If she's half the piece of tail your mom is, she'd be worth coming back some time to fuck."
"Sure, just bring along a girl you don't mind sharing with me," I told him, copying his own leering smirk. "I think that's only fair, you fuck my gal, I'll fuck yours."
"Shit, you're learning quickly, kid" he laughed, patting me roughly on the back before heading for the door.
As he walked out our door, I wondered if that was the last I'd see of that strange little confident man that had called himself Walter. Then I heard mother softly singing in another part of the house and realized there were better things for me to worry about.
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