Literotic asexstories – ThRobbie Ch. 06A by Kindred_Kravings,Kindred_Kravings [The following is a complete rewrite on the initial submission of this chapter (now split into parts A/B). It took a while — but Throb n’ Mom are gonna take another crack at it. The parameters of the occurrence are identical, while the approach is substantially altered. I think in a more beneficially progressive manner that stays true to the general appeal of the prior chapters. If you’ve read the prior version, have another go and I think you might feel renewed. And if you haven’t? I recommend you show some discipline and read the chapters leading us to this… lest you cheat yourself of a more visceral experience. All characters are 18+, consenting, and fictional. Enjoy!]
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Following my miraculous conversion from sexually studious son to role-playing my mother’s father that morning (and stuffing Mom’s face with my meal, followed by a new understanding of ‘facial’ appreciation), we’re downstairs and she’s in a daze. So was I. She fed me the usual and looked at me a lot. It was a different look. Almost like, I wasn’t just her son anymore. I felt a lot of growth the last few days (no pun intended) and maybe that’s what she was seeing also. She was just about to head upstairs to change when she felt the need to approach me.
“You were amazing, Robbie. How did you get into character like that? So authoritative.”
I really had no idea.
“I have no idea,” I said, “I guess I just wanted to badly enough.”
She thought about that for a moment, studying me. Her eyes glanced back and forth on mine like she hadn’t fully recognized them before…
“I need to head out for some things, errands. I’m gonna be gone for a while. Too long to leave you alone with no hands. I’ll gonna call Jackie and…”
I interrupted. I hate fucking feeling unable, “Mom, I’m fine, you can…”
“Shush,” she shot me down. “I know what you’ll say and that’s fine. But I’m your mother, it’s my house, and I need to know you’ve got someone here in case anything happens while I’m out. Jackie’s cool, you love her — I know you do. She’s off today and she’ll do what I tell her. I won’t say the word babysitt…”
“You just did,” I interrupted.
“Fine, some hot chick in her 30’s is going to babysit my burn victim today. Try to keep that thing in your pants. In fact… the PJ’s won’t cut it and neither will the sweats, definitely not any shorts. Mind if I put you in pants?”
She was right. Jackie’s fuckin’ sexy…
She’s the quintessential businesswoman in appearance. You know, the kind you see in a downtown metropolis. Above the knee skirt, pumped up calves — allowed to walk into a board meeting like that. I wanna say like in a David E. Kelly TV show but that’s not accurate, she looks a lot more reserved than that (guess what, she isn’t. She’s a fuckin’ tramp compared to those bitches. More on that later.) She’s a dirty blonde (no pun intended but that’s true as well), business basic straight hair – past the shoulders. Real pleasant smile. No really, like a truly sweet smile. Brown eyes, nice ears, little earrings there always… she looks like the girl everyone liked in high school, who would never say anything like, “Ram that fat cock up in me and make it burn! I want you to HURT me!” But she will, she’ll say that… as it turns out.
I responded to Mom, “That’s fine. Put me in pants… It’s not like I haven’t handled being around her before, though.”
She recognized that but, “Yeah, well… you hadn’t been getting your cock sucked by a full-grown woman before either. Your newfound confidence might create a problem. And Jackie’s a horny bitch, so… we better strap that thing down some.”
“Fine” I mumbled… Truth is, I wouldn’t mind a visit from Jackie at all. I did recall a certain phone call I’d overheard a few days ago.
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I ended up in Levis, shrink to fit. Pretty beat up, faded blue (I’ve had ’em for years). I’d worn these enough that the right leg had a bit more give than it should, that’s normally where I stacked myself.
Mom actually felt me out and did some arranging on me like a goddamn tailor. “Is that the best we can do, Robbie?”
I looked at it, “Pretty much. That’s why I always wear the loose fitting stuff the last couple years.”
She was trying to figure out how she didn’t notice all this before…
“When’s the last time you wore these?”
“Maybe two years ago.” I sighed.
“There’s a massive bulge shoved in there right now… are you erect at all?”
“Maybe a little. It’s your fucking fault.”
“Robbie, I just deep-throated you something serious, you’re still horny?!”
Yeah! Fuck yeah I am! My memory skills don’t suck. “Mom… you’re not doing me any favors jostling it around. Get your hands off it.”
She backed off. “Why would the loose fitting stuff make any more sense, you’d be bouncing around like you’ve been all week, right?”
So I told her something embarrassing, “Mom… I normally pull up a tight pair of boxers… and sometimes tape it down to my leg.”
“WHAT?!”
“I’m fucking serious. I swear. You don’t know what I’ve been dealing with.”
Just then the doorbell rang. Jackie was here.
She looked at me once more. “Robbie? Be good… don’t scare my friend.”
I could only grin.
“You’re a bad boy,” she eyed me, but somehow… I felt like this wasn’t quite an accident. “I will be back in a few hours. Don’t harm her.”
Cheap pleasantries aside, my mom left in what appeared to be all-day errands wear. And I was left with Jackie, little miss sexy fucking business chick. Wrapping up the visual on her, she’s about 5’5″ maybe, a few inches shorter than my mom. All set up in a real nice package that very much stays true to itself all over – very well balanced. Can’t have hips like my mom but she’s got a great ass, sits up nice. Perky tits. Both of them are very active (tennis, running, biking… and apparently busy bumping each other’s butterflies as well). As I said, Jackie’s gonna get looked at on those business district streets but you’re not gonna think you could fuck her senseless…
Unless she makes it obvious you can.
She walked in wearing a very conservative long cotton T-shirt, alternating thin black to white stripes across it. Like something your sister might wear around the house cuz it’s comfortable and you have a tendency to peek if she wore something more revealing. It was stylized enough that it also worked in public, ran all the way past her hips and ass (tight there, but not much anywhere else), arms long just past the elbow, 5-6 buttons down the chest just for decoration, it wouldn’t make any sense to unbutton them really. The neckline was typical t-shirt. Her legs wore what appeared to be black tights, though the material was thin enough to be pantyhose. Kinda looked like tights you’d wear after working out, not during.
Mostly, there was nothing in what she was wearing that said… ‘I’m about to seduce your son’. But she was.
Mom left and it started immediately.
“I like your pants…” she said.
I looked down and it’s like… was a bad idea for Mom to put me in these. “Yeah, they’re kinda worn out.”
“I can see that,” she said.
She used to come over and flirt a bit. You know, harmless flirting from your mom’s sexy friend. Some of those chicks have husbands and some of them don’t (Jackie didn’t). Occasionally she might pat me on the ass like a boy toy and I never knew how to respond, which she very much enjoyed. I might run up to my room and spank one out if they were out there sunning by the pool (btw, I’ve got a real nice view from my bedroom window on that). I also saw her in professional situations and… I’d always been a little intimidated by her casual confidence. And at the same time, massively turned on by it. Ultimately, I felt bad about my natural desires. I always felt like… ‘I’m such a fucking pervert to think she’s a sexy bitch. What’s wrong with me? She’s past 30! Get off of her!’
That changed on this day.
“So what do you want to do?” she asked. Collapsing on the couch and folding up a leg underneath her, while I stood. I instantly needed to know what those leggings were about and tried to peek without notice.
One other thing about Jackie… she’s on top of all of it, man. She’s very astute and never misses a thing. I had reason to believe she was well aware of me every time I ran upstairs to whack my cock off about her. Something in her eyes would enticingly challenge me about it. And still I couldn’t help myself. Did it every chance I could. I almost felt like… she wanted me to. And would be disappointed if I didn’t. Her unspoken awareness always somehow hinted at… allowance. To the point of expectation.
But today she was a lot more direct about things than she had been other times. There was little to any veil of innocence.
“Looking for something?” she busted me eyeing between her legs.
I knew no answer, “Huh?”
“They’re not pantyhose, they don’t stop at my thighs.”
And what am I supposed to say to that? “…Was I staring?”
“You certainly were. But I don’t mind. Here, I’ll make it easier for you…” and she yanked the hem of her shirt up over her hips without much hesitation. “See? No skin, sorry.”
But she wasn’t quite right about that. The thickness of the fabric, well – wasn’t thick at all. I could definitely make out some skin tone underneath and more to the point, the shape of things. Quite clearly.
She studied me for a moment before I was able to pull my eyes away, didn’t say anything until she had my eyes on hers…
It’s safe to say she has a similarly effectual sexual grin as my mother; another mischief maker. “I’ve just come from a workout. Things are a little bit clingy right now. Do you mind if I take a shower?” She pushed up off the couch, leaving things as they were, stepping up close to me. I could smell her. “Would that be okay, Robbie?”
“Uh, yeah… of course. There’s towels up there, I think.”
“I can’t shower down here?” she asked. Stepping in an inch or two closer, looking up into me with a persona well short of submission. The relative proximity of my inquisitive cock to her ultra-thin leggings – left exposed beneath her now half the length it’s intended to be cotton shirt – began to make things difficult in my pants.
Furthermore, I was confused. “Outside?”
Guess she was confused also. “Oh, I’m stupid… I have two showers at my place, downstairs and upstairs. I like showers. Don’t you?”
I looked at her dumbly. What the hell is she trying to say? Mom couldn’t possibly have told her…
“So I can go up there and take a shower? Is that cool?” She was acting strange about it but looking at me like she’s outlining the most obvious situation in the world. I was too virgin to note that yet.
“Uh… yeah. Whatever,” I meekly affirmed.
“I’m gonna be naked up there, you know. That’s okay with you, right? It’s your bathroom.”
Again, we’re talking Miss Professional here. She’s killing me how confident she is… “I’m fine with that,” I managed to say with minimal cool.
“Okay, Robbie. I’ll be back in thirty minutes or so… I like a long shower, make sure EVERYthing’s sparkly clean. If there’s trouble let me know. You can interrupt me… I don’t mind if you get a cheap thrill.” And she smiles at me… Let me go back to that day right now and I would have just planted her on the sofa and started drilling her. It worked out okay in any case.
Before she disappeared up the stairs that long-tee dress (whatever it was) came up off her shoulders completely. All I saw was backside and those black tights stretched across her business-tight ass… hardly dense material, plenty of visible flesh beneath there. Also, before she yanked the rest up over her head, I noticed – there was no bra on her back. Some sort of white thing with mostly tiny holes was on underneath.
I sat back down on the couch, suddenly aware… ‘I’m going to fucking get laid. She wants to fuck me. Holy shit… I’m about to not be a virgin.’
Mom’s friend Jackie was walking up the stairs to take a shower in our hedonistic bath, thinking, ‘I’m going to fuck that kid a lesson worth learning’. And while she’s working her mind around that I’m downstairs thinking… she might not be prepared.
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She didn’t take a 30min shower – it was a bath, and more like 45min. Had she been waiting for me?
I could smell her body lotion before she got visible off the stairs and she picked up right where she left off before she stepped into view… “I can’t wear that long shirt again, it’s hot as hell around here this week. You’ve seen tits before, right?”
That white tiny-hole thing tuned out to be some sort of honeycomb see-thru shit. Jackie struts out like a whore that I paid for… Her boobs are nicely sized, probably a 34C, somewhere in that range. They’re really pretty taught for any woman over 18. She’s got little tan nipples that aren’t puffy at all like my mom’s but still look energetic and full of happiness and purpose. And this thing she had on hardly hid them at all.
I was on the couch with the TV on and she stepped right in front of it, as if it wasn’t there (or no longer worth viewing). She had prolly thought I’d pop cartoon eyeballs, start stuttering, and want to run upstairs for a self-congratulatory handshake. Instead, I’d been down there preparing; recalling how that Buffy thing worked out for me with Mom the day before. Mainly, not to be intimidated. Conscious, complimentary, but not too eager. Gotta make them eager, first! And in fact, do that in a way that’s seemingly effortless for you… and less than a guaranteed result for them.
“Sure. That’s not bad, Jackie. You sure you got enough air filter there?” I calmly replied. I wasn’t expecting her tits on display like that but I knew there’d be progress of some sort. And the last thing she’d said was ‘completely naked’ so…
She smiled, again a bit like I’d seen on my mother. “No, Robbie… I’m not totally certain.”
As she came forward I allowed an obvious stare right through her tights. As far as I could tell she was bald. But it wasn’t quite so pronounced as my mother. She plopped down alongside my right thigh and took my hand. At that point I’m certain that Mom set this up; she left and supplied me some pussy to pound. If not hers, then someone else’s – ASAP. A logical assumption.
“What’s on TV?” she asked.
I turned it off. “Nothing.” And looked at her. Direct in the face.
She was a little taken aback by my confidence. Not enough to knock her off balance but, given what she’s throwin’ at me, you can see how she might expect to have greater control of things by then. (Little did she know the physical effort that might require, eh.)
“You’re eighteen now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“It shows.” And she let go my hand, dropping hers to my thigh instead, several inches short of my deliberate bulge. But not for long… “Mmmm, I’ve always loved the feel of denim. It feels so…” which of course allowed her reason to roam my thigh a bit, “rigid and firm. But still able to fit its way into just about anything, ya know?”
I wasn’t sure she laid that one over the plate or had allowed for a minor slip up. So I questioned her. “Into?”
Her fascination with the packaging of my leg stalled her a moment before she casually laughed out, “Oh, ON-to. I meant onto of course. What did you think I meant, silly? Boys have such a dirty mind at that age.”
“Boys? I’m eighteen, remember?”
“Oh right. But… that doesn’t quite mean you’re a man yet.” Her wandering hand warmed its way well within an unsafe distance. “Are you?”
“Whaddya mean?” I knew what she meant but hey – maintain the appearance of ‘effortless’, ya know?
“I mean… you know. Have you been with a girl yet?”
Suddenly I realized I’m not real comfortable answering that question. Ya know?!
She could tell… “How about a woman?”
And THAT made my discomfort noticeable. Um, how much does she know and how much does she NOT know?! How much would Mom be willing to tell her to get her to fuck me?!
I stiffened up some and she apparently thought that an opportunity to take a more direct lead.
“Hey Eighteen, you haven’t told me what you think of my little titties. I’m a bit disappointed.”
To which I quickly answered honestly, “I don’t think they’re so little.”
And she made me even less relaxed by saying, “Well… in comparison to your mother’s.”
Straight out of the movies I swallowed dry air and found myself speechless. Wasn’t a problem for her. In fact, I’m sure she loved it.
“I’ve been thinking of getting a boob job… you think so?”
And thank god the answer to that was an obvious NO! Cuz my mind got off the situation with my mother and make sure Jackie didn’t ruin her perfectly shaped, tasty C-cups! “What?! No way! They’re fucking perfect!” Side effect of that was I got to eyeball them directly. And she joined along, with her very own hands — turning towards me and sitting on her open thigh, appreciatively questioning her boobs in the most tactile manner.
“Really? Oh thank you for saying that. But they can’t be anywhere near as perky as all those high school bitches you’ve been around.” I was surprised she used the word ‘bitches’. And noticed she’d snarled a little and tweaked her nipples the moment she had. By the time she let go and put her hand back on my leg, her points had begun to pinch through the half-a-nipple sized mesh holes. And that looked plenty appealing.
I’d seen some teenaged tits through a peephole in the gym we created. I’d say Jackie looked better than maybe 2/3 of them. So I said as much. “Really, I wouldn’t mess with perfection. They look really, really nice on you. Perfect for your body.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right. I love your mom’s big tits but these are real. That can be important, right? Still… you sure they measure up? Here, feel.”
And with that she pulled her top up over them completely; offering herself to me as if it were a common thing to do. And I would have loved to advantage that, alas… I held my bandaged arms up for her to take notice.
“Oh… yeah… you’re all restricted, huh?” And her eyes went straight to my package, while unabashedly rowing her right hand right up to were the ocean meets the land. And then she went right for it. “Would you be more comfortable if you took your pants off?”
It took me a moment not to be shocked. Regardless of what’d been happening, that was abrupt.
“Your mom says you’ve got a really big cock.”
Enhanced shock factor. “She what?”
“Oh don’t worry. We talk like that. Don’t be embarrassed. I just thought… I might be making you kind of uncomfortable. Is it?”
Somehow I felt compelled to answer her questions, while fighting back a panic about how much Mom had revealed to her. “It’s a little uncomfortable.” I spoke the truth.
“Is it a really big cock?” she persist on a point of greater interest to her.
I couldn’t help but be embarrassed. A few days with Mom weren’t enough to prepare me for sudden advances from other women. “Jackie! C’mon, I mean…”
“Well don’t be embarrassed about it, Robbie. It’s certainly nothing you ought to apologies for. Trust me, that’s the last thing you’d wanna do with it.”
I thought it might be best I go fishing for confirmation… on how much she’d heard. “It’s just that… I’m not really used to talking about it like this. But I’m not all that embarrassed. Lately.”
“Uh huh.” She was ambiguous – a knowing expression that could be calling me out on the Mom thing, or else calling my lack of embarrassment, nonsense. I was trapped like a dear in headlights. She continued, “It does look pretty uncomfortable…. I could help with that you know?”
Her hands got more involved. One toying around her lips. And the other getting pretty persistent about that thing in my pants. I took back a little command while telling her just what she’d most like to hear.
“You’re not helping.”
As expected, that worked perfectly for her (and me in the end).
“I’m not? Are you sure? This doesn’t help? Is it making things worse? Don’t tell your mother, I’ll get in LOTS of trouble… and she’s pretty merciless when I’m in big trouble.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but more importantly — she was straight up giving me a shaft massage right through my pants at that point. And while my girth increased, the tension in the pant leg sort of refused to verify my length to her. It really was beginning to hurt.
“Honestly? That’s beginning to hurt.”
And I was pretty surprised at her response to that. Her face went wicked and real greedy like.
“Ooooh, don’t say the wordhurtto me, Robbie. I like it a little too much.”
Had I mentioned any sort of pain to my mother, she’d break into a panic. But Jackie, apparently got off on it. I couldn’t yet tell if that meant she liked putting others in pain, or herself. In hindsight, it was — whatever pain she might need to inflict to get you to hurt the hell out of her something severe, that’s of max interest to her. At the time that was a little confusing. I didn’t like it. Just yet.
“Should I stop?” And she did. Took her hands away even… to use on herself. I liked that even less.
It was time to ask questions a bit more directly. “Did Mom put you up to this?”
The answer was clear. “What?!”
I thought I best stop there, suddenly.
“Did your mother ask me to come over and give you a cock massage? No! And you better not tell, I’m quite sure she’d be pissed!”
And my reaction to THAT news put me back in control without any intention. “Why are you doing it then?”
Immediately she recognized a flaw in what she said. Just told this kid that his mother won’t like what’s happening. Girls might get off on disobeying Daddy, but boys — not so much into breaking Mommy’s heart. So she went deep into reassurance, too turned on to turn back now. “First of all, god knows I love a big dick. Gotta have it. She never should have told me…” She eyed it some more and I could tell she now regret taking her hands away. “Seriously, she ought to know better. Secondly, it really turns me on that you’re a… haven’t…”
“That I’m a virgin?”
“God yes.” And her expression was absolute.
“Why?” my curiosity sincere.
“Because you haven’t been… compromised. That’s a very complex question.”
How could it be complex? It’s one fucking word! (But I understood later what she meant. Jackie is not normally in the position I was affording her. She spends her time with guys who know exactly what they want and take it from her without any consideration other than their own desires — and that’s the way she likes it, cuz that allows her to do the same. But I won’t get into all that right now. I was a rare opportunity… a very new experience for her.)
“Robbie… I’d really love to see your cock. I’d do just about anything. Maybe whatever you wanted.”
I had to admit, that was a very appealing concept. I took a look down at my appendage to appreciate it myself. And it spoke again… ‘I gotchu, brother. Let’s light this bitch up!’ I could hear her breathing next to me and when I looked to her she was just as focused on it as I’d been. Uncertain of whether I’d done so involuntarily, or my cockhead determined to suddenly punch it’s way through, confirm what it told me — the pants gave way and I spread down my leg like a snake.
Jackie noticed immediately and jolted a bit. Then her eyes grew wide to match my continuing growth. Her mouth opened…. “Oh my god.” My ego grew right along with all the rest and I heard myself consider, Mother would love to share me with her friend. She’d love for me to fuck her. Hell, she’d probably love to push me in herself. She’s all about that kind of commitment. Committed to supporting the use of my gifted cock… Watch me pound a thousand grateful pussies. Fill up the empty and cum upon many en mass. Why not have her friend Jackie be the first?
Somewhere during those compelling thoughts, Jackie had begun pinching her nipples, painfully. Twisting them. And I don’t know that she was aware of it. Her brow was furrowed in tight, as if she were witnessing a surgically harmful procedure. The confinement, and growth of my rare gift — had assured what she came for. She wanted a piece of that pain.
Finally, our eyes met and she recognized her willful appearance. Even appeared to maybe question if she were worthy of what I had in my pants.
“Robbie… I did some work on myself, upstairs in your bath. I shaved myself a new shape. Can I show you?” She stood up in front of me and rubbed herself there, carefully. “I’ll show you first and then you show me. Is that a deal?”
The shape of things as well as my sudden ego afforded me the pole position, so I maintained it. “That might be okay.”
But before I answered she’d pushed down at the pantyhose, or whatever they were — just below the gap beneath her pussy. Not short of the pussy, not partway down the pussy, all the way past it. As if a more hurried approach would hasten my own exposure.
It took me a while to bother looking at the shave job, but she knew that and waited patiently. Her pussy is kinda puffy but not quite like my mom’s. Her inner lips are a lot more visible without needing her fingers to show them – but they don’t blast out much past her outer lips either. It’s all very compact like her body but not nearly as docile, or fleshy/tender as Mom’s little set-up is. Her color was much more pink than my mom, perhaps almost red. And I have to tell ya, it pretty much all spelled ‘Fuck Me’ right on it…
“I don’t think you’re really looking at my shave job, are you?” Of course not. But she didn’t say it like she minded. More liked prefer to know her unlocked gates had my full attention.
So I went with that. “Yeah… I’m checkin’ out yer pussy first.” Wow, I said that like a veteran stud! “It’s nice.” And that too! Incredible calm in spite of the affirmation eager to announce itself from my pants.
“Hmm… you’re really not all that shy anymore, are you?” She let her fingers play around a bit down there, very slight, hardly at all; as if she were kinda checking it out herself, and not someone else. “When did that happen?”
“Huh?”
“Your personal growth. When did that happen so suddenly?”
Uh ohz. But I had a good excuse, and not a lie. I waved at my strain, “I guess this helped.” (My cock chirped in, ‘You got that right, brother!’ I let it flex a bit for good measure, expecting that might still appear calm and collected.)
Her eyebrows agreed. “I bet. But you said you’re still…”
“I am.”
She studied my eyes for a moment. And then, “Have you ever seen a pussy?”
I had to be careful here. “What do you think?”
“I’d have to say yes… cuz you’re not all that nervous right now.”
Choice! “Do you wish that I were?”
She was quick to clarify. “No. I like that you’re not.” Her wandering fingers got a little more intentional. “Some men find me intimidating… and I’d much rather be intimidated.”
Very important piece of information there. Confirming I’m certainly handling things correctly. And more importantly, that info proved priceless when things got really serious.
I just nodded at her slowly. Watching her fingers tell me about how she likes to be handled. It seemed like a while, and probably wasn’t, before she suddenly pinched her hood between her thumb and forefinger — and I wouldn’t think pleasurably. Then she spoke up again.
“So what do you think?”
I raised my eyebrows and gave her the truth some more, “It’s nice. Really. Very, very nice.”
But that wasn’t enough for her. Not nearly.
“How do I compare… to others that you’ve seen.”
Again I was honest… “Favorably.”
‘Come sit down on me and I’ll make my feelings VERY fuckin clear, little missy’
Then she began to play with her haircut.
“You haven’t mentioned the work I did upstairs. Is it different from what you’re used to?”
Okay, I was getting kinda frustrated about not knowing what she knew. I got a little agitated before I answered and she saw that.
“I’m gonna shave it off. Completely.” And then she took the prize away.
‘FUCK! Come back!’
“Wait, I didn’t say…” I hadn’t really bothered to notice but for the most part she was already shaved clean anyway. Some bullshit mowed down Hitler thing was up top, as if that made much difference, I thought (I’ll be honest with you though, it does).
“I’m gonna shave it bare like a baby… like a little teenaged tart. Would that be new for you? You got it, buster!” She didn’t really sound offended. More like inspired by a challenge. But here’s the thing about the way she went off to do that. Two things, really. She grabbed her bag from near the couch and sauntered off into the downstairs bathroom. Apparently she had the gear to shave herself with and likely planned it all along. Second, she didn’t bother to pull her leggings up – pushed them down her hips to pop under her taught ass instead. She walked off to the bathroom like that and I suddenly found myself weighing the pro’s and con’s of my mother’s ass vs. hers…
They both looked totally different, but hers was fucking perfectly sculpted as well for the size of her thighs and… since she stepped out of the room I could allow myself to fully absorb the situation again and… Holy Hell! I just wanted to mount her immediately and witness/feel the magic of those pretty plush pillows softening the impact of my mega-thrusts!!
I thought more about that while I listened to running water. And devilish little girl giggles.
Maybe two minutes after shaking her pretty ass into the bathroom she called for me, “Robbie? Will you come in here and help me with something?”
“If I can,” I called back. Can you help me with THIS, is the more pertinent question!
“I’m pretty sure you can…” she didn’t have to say it too loud. And I heard a more assured little giggle.
I stepped in and there was Jackie, her ass in the sink (basically). There was a puddle of water under her and her legs were spread wide as can be at me, feet up on the counter – far more severe than they look at a Gynecologist session. She had a smile on her face like she was handing over a stack of cash for a lottery ticket or something.
I stood there stunned. I mean, I knew what was going on in there but… we’re still talking about me as a virgin at that point. And I’ve had some experiences since then but really, how does a guy walk in on something like that and NOT get stunned for a moment?
She snickered at me for a little. “My pussy itches, real bad… can you help me?”
She waited long enough to say that, it might have taken 2 minutes, or 10 seconds… I dunno, but enough time that I could manage a somewhat clever response. “What did you have in mind?”
Of course, she smashed the shit out of clever with her well-timed retort, “Well, to be honest, I was hoping you could fuck me raw and make it all better…”
Blasted me right back into stunned mode. What are we up to now, 10min or surely no less than 30sec? And I don’t remember if I ever looked at anything other than her spread-wide-open cunt since the moment I’d walked in there.
She pulled me back in from wherever I was, “I’m just teasing. I can’t see it all that well, can you just take a close look for me and make sure I didn’t miss anything?”
I was smart enough to advantage that excuse – to lean in for a closer look. Hey, she asked me to.
I’ve already detailed how pretty she looks there but due to her display and my better vantage point, couple more things worth noting… Her lips split open pretty noticeably like that. Maybe she’d already fucked herself some in there, I don’t know, but they were definitely peeled back in a way that said… ‘This ain’t no gash — but I can accommodate that cock of yours.’ And below that, honestly… her butthole kept a perpetual indentation as big as a finger, and perfectly circular – sort of open a bit at all times (plenty of ass-play going on there I later learned. She may have done some of that in the 2 minutes that had passed also. How long does it take to shave a tiny little landing strip, right?)
She started feeling around there a bit, kind of like before – as if she was looking in the mirror and no one else was there. There were little trails of water… maybe dew… maybe cunny-juice… sliding around from top and bottom and she pushed at that and washed herself with it.
Next thing I knew, that hand went up to her mouth. Sucked on her fingers a bit and then held one in the corner of her upstairs lips.
“It’s all clean then, right?” she asked.
I had to follow that hand and found myself standing upright. That extra leg in my pants was fighting to get out somethin’ serious now…
She continued, a little more energetic now than casual as before, “Wow, kid — that problem in your pants looks more serious than ever. Why not just let it out of there? You’re seeing me… it’s only fair. I won’t tell. It’ll be our little secret that Robbie saw Jackie’s shaved-clean pussy and Jackie saw Robbie’s big nasty stiffy. Okay? C’mon, don’t be shy. I won’t embarrass you…”
I figured no harm in rubbing at myself as well, since she was – right? Couldn’t do much with that in my condition but the thumbs were well received.
I’d looked at her pussy again cuz her hand went down there once more. But once I’d rubbed myself a while I had to have a look at her reaction… not that I hadn’t seen enough of a clue from the way her fingers were interacting with me below. Her face was much different now. There was a lot more awe upon it than before. She was biting her lip a lot and at one point looked up at me, with pain on her brow… Her forehead was all furrowed (even more so than the surgical thing) and I kind of wanted to pet her like a wounded puppy or something all of a sudden.
But just as I’d thought that she shook her head a tad and smiled… “That’s an awesome cock, kid. I need to see it…. What’s it gonna take?”
Well, there was something I needed to know more about… without quite putting the finger on me.
“I’ll pull it out on one condition… What do you and Mom do together… sexually?”
Her eyebrows raised. Definitely wasn’t expecting me to know anything about any of that.
I calmed her. “It’s cool. I needed to know about some of her history and we had a little talk. I’ve been walking around like this a lot and, you know, Mom felt obligated to discuss the birds and the bees with me.” I felt pretty good about the soothing quality in my voice, particularly given the situation.
“What do you know?” she asked, a little less concerned (and noticeably not as if she had damaging info on me, which afforded me much relief).
“I know that you like to fool around with each other… there might be more.” I went back to handicapped rubbing of my cock. It had taught me how to control a situation the last few days, eh – deserved my attendance.
“That’s okay with you that we fool around together?”
I was quick to answer that, fine opportunity. “Of course. I don’t blame her.”
That loosened her up a little. “Oh… well now we’re getting somewhere.”
And then she smiled and relaxed some tension in her shoulders. Thought about continuing with things on herself. Maybe even more so. It may have turned her on to tell me… plenty.
I continued my line of questioning. “I get the impression it’s more than just the two of you.”
That sort of alarmed her. “Are you asking me if your mom is a slut? Cuz she most definitely isn’t.”
I was still uncertain of what she might know of Mom and me and if I hinted that any form of sexual encounter might be improper, I might not only get thoroughly reprimanded by Jackie this instant — but Mom would have my ass in a sling and hanging upside down, perhaps for all eternity. But I saw that coming and had my answer ready.
“I’m not asking that at all. I’m asking about you, Jackie. What turns YOU on. Cuz I’ve always been really turned on by you. I think you know that. And I think you know what I’ve been doing about it the last few years… I think I really like the idea that YOU might be a horny little slut. Cuz if you are, I might feel much better about… helping you help me with this.” I meant my cock of course. And if there were any confusion about that, my bandaged manipulations on it made all of that perfectly clear.
It came right out of her quickly, almost as if she could not wait to say it. “I like for her to watch me fuck other men.”
I kept on being a badass then and pointed right at her pussy, nodded, and mouthed like Mom had in the shower this morning, ‘Go ahead’. Her fingers went right to her pussy, two-handed. I’d seen this before. Apparently, women like to play with themselves when they’re in confessional situations… almost as if it goes hand in hand. Which isn’t meant to be funny. I’m serious.
Then I said verbally, “Watch?”
Her urgency was gathering energy from the room. “Yeah… your mom hasn’t had cock in forever, I don’t know how she contains herself. She just likes to watch, play with herself… and tell us what to do sometimes. And I love that. Wishing she was me.”
HmmmMMM! Well that made sense. And I thought it was fucking HOT! Why wouldn’t she tell me that? “That’s all?”
“Oh shit… okay… a lot of the time.” She was chewing into her lip now enough to maybe draw blood. “She likes to tell us to suck and fuck each other all of the time… she’s very graphic… pornographic… lewd and crude… she makes me feel like a little sex slut in service to others and no one else can command me like her, oh god.” Every little piece that she confessed made her exponentially more horny. One hand pulled her taught at the top and the other was rubbing her lips in circles. It was getting kinda noisy.
I kept things going on my package more casually (it helped that I was impaired) and continued the interrogation, “And you always do what she tells you?”
“Always. I’ll fuck and suck whoever and however she tells me to, as many as she wants.” She was instant with that. Mom runs the show. Interesting. “But I promise she didn’t tell me to do this for you. I’m doing it all on my own. Maybe a little bit because you’re her son…” And then a little bead of blood did push through her lip. She snatched it with her tongue and taste it, until her brown eyes smoldered and she spat out the words, “Are you gonna tell me what to do also?” As expectant a request as it was a desperate one. Almost a threat.
By then she’d become a bit frantic. I’m not sure what kicked it off, lewdly spreading herself open for some virile youngster, the growth I was exhibiting in my pissed off Levi’s, the way I was taking control of things, the fact I was her best-friend’s son, or maybe it was what she’d just confessed to me… or perhaps the taste of blood. In any case, she was working the clitoris pretty deliberate now…
“I bet you make her crazy with that FUCKING stubborn cock of yours.”
Oh no, I still wasn’t sure if she… “What?” I fumbled out.
“Nevermind. I need to see your cock. You said you’d let me see it.”
That’s much better. Maybe she didn’t want to alarm me and spoil this opportunity.
“Let me have a look at it, you bastard. You’re mom’s gonna kill me if I say any more.”
But I remained resistant. I wanted to fucking own this situation. I’d been slapping it to her for years. I wanted to make her mine this time. “Just a moment… I’m watching you.”
“Oh gawd…” she immediately splashed her hand in the water beneath her ass and began to rub herself liberally.
“You’re not going to cum already, are you?” I teased her.
That amazed her… “Jesus, kid — where did you learn to…”
I didn’t answer and she didn’t finish. Went to something else. I’d been looking at nothing other than the center of her for a while.
“Do you really think my pussy’s pretty? As pretty as your mothers?” I had her now. She needed my approval and confirmation of things. And that’s how my cock likes it. Far more willing to supply when it knows interest from the other is just as invested as it is, preferably more so. She’s mine now… In one week, I’d learned how. Thanks to my mother.
“Well it’s not quite the same but, yeah, your…”
Ooops, she nailed me, “HmmHmm,” she huffed out. “And how would you know how it compares to mommy? Have you been peeking at her perfect pussy?!” I told you she was the hyper-aware type, crap!! I caught her face and watched her lip slowly reel control away from me up the side like they do…
I just had to go with it. Snatched at something non-committal, “…Maybe.”
“Yeah… dirty boy… I bet you like to go into her room… late at night… and have a peak sometimes? Is that what you do? You like to do that? Take a flashlight in there and splash it on mommy’s pink little cunny?”
Once again relieved to hear that. Is that what she thinks? That’s nothing close to our advanced reality…
Her rubbing never faltered at this point. I’d basically instructed her not to cum but she was as turned on by this peeking thing as much as anything else… Who knows how much history she knew of Mom, right? But I couldn’t keep pressing about that. Could be big trouble for Moms. So I stuck with… “Maybe.” But I gave her a Cheshire grin to help her feel good about it.
That worked for her. And I think she thought about pushing the envelope but I decided it might be best to nip that in the bud and whip out the cock instead.
“Well I guess I owe you what you asked for… you’ll keep a secret, right?” I made her ask for it one more time.
“Most definitely. Whip it out!”
I held up my hands, “Uh, I’ll need help.”
Done.
She was off the shelf and popping off the button-fly’s in no time. Literally yanking away at me. Holy shit, what a hellion! I didn’t know what to do with myself so I just let her attack it. Once she had the buttons off and realized the tugging wasn’t quite gonna work from above, she dropped to her knees and began ripping away at me from below. She actually tore the seams just below the crotch and ruined those pants forever – down they came and it leapt out of there, banging around the face of the second woman to ever see it. ANOTHER hot bitch in her 30’s who has no idea what a lazy interest in sex is.
“Holy FUCK, Robbie!! OhmyGAWD!!!”
Her grip went right to the base and I felt my blood coursing through the veins, now released from captivity. So I thought I’d tell her about that… “ThRobbie” I corrected her.
She was momentarily as stunned as I was at bathroom entry, watching it push itself out to its natural, un-contained state. But managed a “What?”
“Call me ThRobbie,” I repeated.
By then she’d stood up and was jacking me off to maximum length, loving the feel in her fist of me hardening.
“What? Oh… I get it. Yeah! Okay… ThRobbie. I will. And I’ll take that as a green light that it’s time to get it on!”
And then she was on me. No, really – ON me! Hopped up on me and sent us reeling out of the bathroom. I think she was trying to instantly shove my cock up inside her while straddling me standing – but I wasn’t prepared for that at all and lost my balance, trying to figure out what my fucked-up bandaged arms are supposed to do with this hellcat that’s desperate to consume my fat pole as fast as humanly possible. She ended up on my back holding on to me, rubbing her fire-hot cunt off while we jostled around the room, some of the time I could feel her hand doing that and the rest of the time she’d just fuck the skin of my hipbone instead.
She was pulling at my shoulders a lot, trying to twist back to the front of me and stuff it in there. That was a real problem for my bandaged arms and eventually she fell off me in a hump on the floor. (Damn, again with the bad choice of words. In a heap, she fell in a heap. Sorry.)
Recovering to her knees gave her a brand new approach, as if I’d intended to throw her off me like that.
“Ohhhhhhh… want me on my knees a bit, ThRobbie? How inconsiderate of me. You’re absolutely right… where are my manners?” And then she crawled to me. Didn’t have to crawl far, but I didn’t come any closer. I found out real fast that I liked watching her do that.
She stopped at the base of my balls, my stiff dick now craned up high and dominant. Pulsing, sweating, strained veined, and demanding. I mentioned this before but I’ve got a really fat cockhead, and it actually kind of breathes at times. It was doing that. And she? She had her back arched supreme and her fine little round ass parked up like a bench to sit on. I couldn’t decide what to look at… her ass, the ‘small of her back’/base of her spine, the dynamic appearance of a woman’s tender back lit up with muscles unlike anything a man has, her shoulder-blades in that position… or her face – mouth wide open in wonderment – looking up at me from below. Waiting on a yes from me.
She must have watched me watch her from under there for quite some time, cuz I suddenly realized I was mesmerized by her little ass wagging back and forth slowly, that I’d seen it make that motion at least a half-dozen times before I heard her speak.
“Gollllleeee, it’s so fucking big and stiff I can’t reach from down here…”
She started to purr and never stopped moving her pretty ass around – she could tell I liked that. Or that anyone would. Then I found her sniffing around me. Not like Mom does but more like she was in a garden checking flowers you can’t quite reach…
So I helped her out and bent my knees a bit.
I’m not sure who taught who to suck a man’s balls but Jackie went right to that the way I’d just experienced earlier with my mother upstairs. They’re both experts. Once she’d graduated from that she tagged her tongue left to right across my meaty shaft until she’d accessed me just beneath the head, kissing me there nothing at all like anything else she’d done. Raising from there until her face was planted directly before it – pursed her lips to the head of my cock, like kissing a kid for school — and waited.
So did I… I waited.
Until she spoke again. “Push it in my lips. I’ll do anything you want but I like to know you’ll insist on it… push it in my mouth and I’ll suck it. I’ll suck it good.”
I yanked it around by the muscles at the base instead. Make her mine, make her mine, I kept telling myself.
She still refused to put a hand on it and waited, that pain on her brow again. The thickness of my fleshy knob appeared much greater than the width of her lips… Intimidating, just as she had wanted. “Come on, Robbie… do it. Make me suck it the way I know how. Make me your bitch.”
“ThRobbie,” I corrected her again.
“Yes… ThRobbie… I won’t forget anymore. Throb that hot muscle into me, baby. Jackie wants a mouthful of you… Push it past my lips and don’t give me a discount… Bitch fuck my face for telling on your mom like that. She’d want you to.”
So I did.
She couldn’t take several inches the way Mom can so it didn’t take long before she began to suck on it in earnest. She’s a mouth-sucker, not a throat-fucker. I was about to learn that’s just as goddamned good as the full-penetration throat thing. Her tongue was a dozen different tongues at once. And her hands were all over my shaft. I didn’t have to do a damn thing. The moaning kicked in quickly and then the slobbering began. I had no idea women were so willing to slobber. She’d made a mess on me early and the last thing she was thinking about was cleaning it up. She used it like a sandbox instead. Actually CREATING more and more and more of it. The more she made, the more she moaned and cackled, until she felt like talking about it.
“You like your meaty cock in my mouth? Daddy what’s for dinner?”
She laughed a bit rudely while sucking it off some more. I just kept on letting her help me fuck her face.
“Jackie’s got a big fat virgin cock in her mouth… Is she the horny slut you hoped for?”
I actually snarled at her without thinking of it first. “Yeah…”
“Is that precisely what you needed, after all those prim and proper bitches didn’t know what the fuck to do with it?”
“Yeah,” I repeated. In much the same manner.
“You better take advantage and punish her something wonderful…make sure she sticks around.” And then her eyes darkened, “Or she just might walk away.”
And if her eyes darkened, mine went shadow black. What kind of approach is that? That’s the last fucking thing I’m interested in hearing (though my cock got bigger in her mouth once she said it, cuz I forced it further in there).
She gagged. Then recovered. That pin-prick of blood she’d cut earlier leaking off her lips, before she took air and continued, “Would that upset you? Would that make ThRobbie angry with her?” And she followed that up with a couple inches of decent, her eyes smiling up at me, and an open mouth expecting me to do that again.
I didn’t think I’d do it. But I did. Similar results, she coughed.
And then I told her why I did it…
“My mom would never say that. She wouldn’t like it that you did either.”
She rubbed me around her wet and abused lips and swirled her tongue around my head like a serpent, managing broken words among her actions… “I know she wouldn’t, Robbie. That’s why, She isn’t Me.”
“ThRobbie!” I barked at her and stuck it past her comfort point.
That had to hurt. But she recovered without releasing me that time, and held a hand up to her ear — as if she hadn’t heard me.
“I said… My name… Is ThRobbie!!” I punched it in her mouth three times and continued to pump away after the third.
Her mouth held on and she smiled around my shaft and garbled, her throat assistance spilling on the carpet. Clearly, I was responding the way she preferred. Completely different from what I’d learned with Mother. The same sort of preference for impropriety, excessive force, and carnal comments — but based in very different motivations. I didn’t LIKE giving Jackie what she wanted. And because it upset me, she got more of it. (Which makes her pretty genius, to be honest.)
I had to understand what the hell that was all about for me to continue though (I was encountering another sexually psychological conundrum. Far more complex than I had recognized at the time even). So I stopped dicking her face like a rubber ducky, and asked her what the fuck this was all about.
“Why are you making me angry about this?”
Immediately her effort returned and did all the convincing. But more impressively, she had an exacting response…
“Cuz I like to encounter cruelty.”
Well that was way too Freudian for me at the time but the right thing to say. And so was the follow up.
“Don’t question it right now… you’re gonna wanna fuck me, right?”
Her sweaty face slipped down my shaft and skewed it’s skin against my balls. She kissed me a few times on the way down. Very intelligent balance to her approach in getting what she wants from fucking. Maybe that was part of it, the compelling part about me being a virgin. What greater challenge for her than this?… Towing that line, of comfort and cruelty.
After she sucked on my balls a bit she licked her way back up the tip, her mouth pulled me down to point at her — hands firmly planted to the ground below her. This time she milked my shaft in a more rhythmic, compelling manner, using her neck to talented effect, eyes on me the entire time. Supplicant. A good 4-inches was the best she could do. But she did it for quite a long time, patient eyes asking for my unusual approval.
I gave it to her while she kept on sucking, in the form of further questioning.
“Is part of the reason you want it cruel, because I’m your best friend’s son?”
She nodded, maintaining her expertise upon me; her eyes never leaving my own.
“Does it make you feel guilty?”
She closed her eyes and shook her head no.
“Because I’m being cruel?”
They opened and the affirmative nod returned. Her eyes smiled also. And pride excites me…
“Do you do it cruel with my mother?”
She nodded. Slurping a lot, as her mouth movements had not stopped for some time. Finally she took it out and gasped… “She does it cruel to me.”
Hmm… well if Mom thinks it’s ok.
Jackie saw me considering that and smiled before returning to that sweet sucking rhythm of confirmation. The carpet was a mess.
“When you’re with other guys… they’re cruel to you most of the time?”
She took me from her mouth again and went down to my balls, stroking me off above her with one hand, and confirmed, “All of the time… It makes me feel better.”
That was enough information and she decided that as I did. She pulled her hips forward and slowly took a seat beneath me, “Now hush up, little boy… and have a look at this…” Her unused hand reached down and spread her sweat-plastered pussy open for me. “See that?”
She was fucking soaked!
Soon she continued to move in a mesmerized state of calm (likely affording an ENORMOUS amount of restraint in doing so), and rotated away from me, her ass pointing high in the air like a stretching Siamese cat.
“Jackie’s now… most definitely… ready… for that… massive… fucking… painpole…” Her pretty ass swayed serenely from side to side. “…to cram… a ton… of cruelty in me.” And her fingers slipped inside with ease. “Fuck it deep inside her now or miss the opportunity.”
Just one more thing… “What’s with all the third person crap?”
“Am I doing that again?” She snickered, it wasn’t an apology. And I could hear her losing patience.
“Apparently I’m missing something,” she said matter-of-factly; wagging her stellar ass left to right in short bursts for a moment. “Put me back together again… Humpty Dumpty.”
And that did it. There was something kinda hot about that but mostly I felt insulted again. I’m not a little boy! And certainly not as helpless as Humpty Dumpty! You want fables?! I got a fuckin’ life lesson for ya! Let’s DO this!!
“This ain’t no fuckin’ fairy tale…” I left her there and walked over to the couch. Pointed at it. “Get up there and prepare.”
She thought about staying on her knees but scampered up instead and threw her ass into the couch before me, threw her legs up and grabbed her ankles far above her – a big leggy V of earnest certainty before me.
“Hump me, Humpty Dumpty!” she dared me. Big sloppy grin on her face.
Unfortunately, the height wasn’t quite right. And furthermore, she was goddamn ignorant to my whole arms-not-working situation this entire episode. I couldn’t really lean in on her like that.
“I’m gonna need some fucking assistance,” I told her.
She was clueless, “What? It’s the hole right here. Fuck it senseless!!” As if the target weren’t obvious enough, she put her hands to either side and spread it open.
“Bitch… I’ve got no arms!” I baffled at her.
“Oh, my bad… here…” she kept her legs up like they were – real nice calves – and put her hands up on my hips, helped me get things lined up. Wasn’t nearly as fluid and delicious as my mom had been with the squish-your-wet-cock-around-on-my-pussy-lips thing, Jackie just wanted it IN there, man. She’s not into foreplay all that much.
And I hate to tell you this, but… My mom walked in just then. I’m not shitting you.
“JACKIE!” she roared.
Dudes, I had my fuckin’ cockhead half in her pussy-portal and all I had to do was fall on her and rut away. But no, I got frightened the fuck out of instead and fell right back on my ass.
(Don’t bail on my story. I know you’ve waited long enough. But this is the way it laid out.)
Jackie leapt up and circled around wondering where the hell she’d left her leggings.
Mom’s totally pissed. Doesn’t sound like she set this up at all. “What the hell are you doing?! NOT okay! You fucking bitch!!”.
And Jackie IS kind of a bitch, so she couldn’t resist countering that, “Not YET I wasn’t!”
“Oh not yet, you’re not quite yet a cunt-bitch who’s fucking my son?! Didn’t do anything yet? There’s fucking suck juice all over his cock! Look at that! How long did you suck him off for before begging him to fuck you?!”
“Not very long! I started begging him right away, fuck you!!”
And then they went at it. Seriously, the hair pulling and all that shit. No one got slugged in the face but they slapped and pinched at titties and I’m just glad no one had their scalp torn cuz that’s fucked up. I, of course, could do nothing about any of it. So I just sat on the couch and sighed. Seconds away from a new level of existence and I’m watching my best chance at that likely getting kicked to the curb as ‘best friend’. Won’t ever see her again.
But I was mistaken. Instead – I got a better deal. Now trust me, stick around…
Finally they backed off, disheveled but mostly unharmed. My mom told her where to go, “Get the fuck out of here, you cunt! I’ll call the police…”
“He’s eighteen. And you never should have told me he had a cock like that, you oughta know better… Where the fuck are my tights?!”
“Yeah, what the fuck kind of whore top is that?! You came in here with a knee-length shirt, you calculating bitch!”
I thought I’d make myself useful so I moped my way into the bathroom and crab-pinched Jackie’s leggings, brought them to her. Then sat my sorry ass back on the couch while my cock continued to deflate.
Mom saw me. She stopped yelling and looked at me real hard. Fuming at first, but then, over time – while Jackie pulled her stuff on and nearly got out of there – that all changed…
Yeah, that’s your son right there. Almost got laid. You’ve been making him crazy for days and no amount of sucking cock can make up for a lost chance at burning his virginity. He couldn’t possibly feel more horrible than he does right now.
Let’s just assume it was something along those lines. (By the way, my Mom has recently agreed to add her 2-cents to all of this a few chapters from now. She’s gonna take over the narrative, offer you her side of things moving forward… after I fuck her brains out more than a few times. You’re not getting rid of me just yet. You’ll hear from her though. She’ll be cool, you’ll dig her. I sort of learned to write like this from her. Anywayz…)
“Jackie… wait.” She was heading for the door.
“Fuck you! It’s not my fault, he’s got a giant cock!” she yelled back over her shoulder.
“I know, wait… please wait.”
It’s the least she could do, right? She spun back around. Still wearing the honeycomb top and just the leggings. Was leaving without the long-shirt. “What?!”
“He’s a virgin…” my mom said, very calmly. Looking at me the entire time.
“I KNOW that! You have any idea how frustrated I am right now? GOD! It’s BURNING!!”
There was a delay but my mom suddenly started to chuckle at that.
And then Jackie joined it.
Then they both started laughing, outright.
I didn’t. I was looking at them like 2 crazy bitches. Their hair was all fucked up, my mom’s had never been THAT torrid lookin’, and Jackie’s cut now looked like the stupidest thing I’d ever seen. Their faces were all red. And more importantly, I was losing the most critical hard-on I’d ever had…
But then it happened.
“You were about to de-virginize him…” she tried to drop off the laughing and get something said.
“Fuck yeah, I was! Are you kidding? It was gonna be glorious! What’s your point?”
“Why should I stop you,” Mom finished.
Jackie was a little surprised. “… Huh?”
So Mom continued, “He wants to lose it. And you’re really hot. I also know you’re clean. You’re my best friend. What, I don’t want my son to ever have sex? What kind of a mother would that make me?” she was handling the ‘unknown’ about us real well. But it still did surprise me that my mom’s standing there looking at her son’s swollen dick (albeit deflating), and Jackie never questioned the ease in which that happened, no yelling to cover up or any of that. My exposed cock didn’t phase my mother one bit. (And I won’t save that one for confirmation later. Jackie had no idea at all that we’d been fucking around all week. No clue. Mom hadn’t told her anything other than the morning wood thing that 1st day. That’s still their story, anyway. Hard to believe, considering what came next.)
Jackie was stupified. “I can have it? I mean, him?”
My mom then confirmed it. “Yeah… He’s an eighteen old virgin, take him upstairs and fuck him in a bed. You better be damned good, bitch, watch the attitude. And do it in his bed – not mine.”
Jackie still could not believe it. “Are you hearing this ThRo… Robbie? That’s your mom right there. Don’t let her fool you, she’s perverted like you wouldn’t…”
“Jackie! You want me to throw your ass back out the door?”
Then I got involved, pleading at Jackie, ‘Be cool, be cool, be cool’.
So Jackie thought to clear that up. “Sorry. I told him how we mess around. He knows you’re not with men. He said you two had a talk, that he knew…”
Then I had to look at Mom, but only with my eyes and a tiny shake of the head, “About the birds and the bees.”
“Well, and sometimes just bees… with lots of toys,” added Jackie.
“Just take him up to his room and shut the fuck up, Jackie. Get out of here.”
“Well I can’t be that quiet about it, you might wanna pop on some headphones!”
So Mom turned to me, “Robbie? Get her up there before I change my mind.”
And off we went. Just Jackie and me… for the moment.
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I’m just as perverted as my mother, obviously. So I not only left the door unlocked but made absolutely certain not to close it shut. It wasn’t plainly obvious, but all you had to do was look at it twice to want to push it closed. And Jackie didn’t. Or at least pretended not to notice.
She got right up on me quickly though, and almost pushed me back against it. I moved aside and narrowly avoided backing it closed behind me.
I wanted my mom to hear me, okay? There was a possibility she’d be upset about me with another woman, but if that were true then she wouldn’t have thrown out the red carpet to send me upstairs in the first place. And why the hell was she so bent on having Jackie caretake me today? Plus, wasn’t she supposed to be gone all day? What happened to that?
I wasn’t thinking she’d like to involve herself in what was about to happen, but I did think she might not mind hearing it. I was only trying to be considerate. I swear *grin*
It didn’t take long to get me hard and ready again. If thoughts of my mother hearing me fuck weren’t enough, Jackie was more than insistent about the hand-job she was giving me once more. And I guess you’re supposed to be nervous the first time but with everything going on around the house the last several days… nerves did not do a thing to dissuade me.
Jackie was cooing in my ear… “Can you believe your mother’s gonna let us fuck right now? How hot is THAT? There’s a reason we’re best friends, Robbie. She’s very… permissible. Not judgmental at all when it comes to fucking. The things she insists on sometimes… I love to eat your mother’s pussy… I probably shouldn’t say that to you but… I get the feeling you don’t mind.”
Of course she was absolutely accurate about that. And she knew it. I didn’t need to confirm anything. She could feel it… pulsing right through my cock to her fingers wrapped around it.
She continued, pulling me slowly towards the bed by my unit, “You didn’t hear this from me but… she might not mind if you got a bit more brave next time you venture under her covers with the flashlight… But enough about her, this stiff cock in my hand… is about to fuck its first pussy… and that’s VERY exciting a thought for Jackie… sit down, ThRobbie.”
She pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed. Then began to take her top off.
I stopped her, “Don’t take that off… I like it on.”
“Yes… sir!”
She let go of it and turned around to drop her leggings slowly down her thighs… “Talk to me with that much certainty and you’ll have it any way that you want it, kid.”
Her ass was bent over directly in my face, that fuck-greedy pussy staring right at me and I suddenly realized I wasn’t intimidated by it. She’d get it the way she wanted it.
“Don’t call me ‘kid’,” I scolded her.
Back around she twist slowly, standing back up while pealing off her leggings with the toes of her feet. She stepped up between my legs – her hand trailing through the hair framing my face – and offered, “You got it… stud.”
“Yeah, that’s much better.” And it was. It was much, much better.
She smiled. “How do you want it?”
Suddenly – I laughed. Had to think about that. “To be honest… I’ve got so many ideas that I really can’t decide and… I’m not actually able to do things the way I’d probably like to, ya know? You’re the expert here. I defer to you. What’s a good idea, given my condition?”
My condition was: Seated naked, my dick standing straight up off the bed with an eye for the vibrant pussy before it, 30+ years of expertise ready to serve my every whim, in a honeycomb shirt than can’t contain the escape of her aching nipples – and Throbbie Robbie, both arms bandaged up completely, except for the thumbs, seconds away from manhood. Not exactly the best situation but nowhere near the worst.
She eyed my fuckpole and clarified, “Well, I’ll tell you one thing… the fact that your cock is crazy big, thick, and concrete stiff — affords us a few more options than you might normally have.”
I thought I might compliment it myself, since it had so greatly improved my life the last week. “Yeah, for instance, we’re not about to screw at all if not for the size of me, right?”
She took a moment of consideration before saying, “You’re not offended if I say that’s true?”
“Nope. Not at all. You really are a sexy bitch… and we’re about to fuck! I’m offended that my fat cock affords me that opportunity? Uh, no, I’m not offended.”
She liked that. Lots.
“Hmm… well, had I known you could be so confident and direct? I might have to fuck you and your cock at HALF that size!”
And I liked THAT. Lots. Have to admit it. All thanks to Mom.
She continued, “I just wasn’t aware you had such… command within you.”
And at that the light bulb went off in my head again…
“Get up in the middle if the bed. I want you to lay on your stomach, out completely flat. Spread your legs enough that I can fit it in there – be smart and help me with it – and then I’ll have your nice pretty ass to sit on while my cock gets comfortable with the new sensation for awhile… before we start really fucking.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise and then she got evil again. “Okay, Humpty Dumpty… you sure you won’t fall off?” but quickly she was up there assuming the position I’d just ordered her in. And just as sudden, that 3rd person thing kicked in again, “You might have noticed, Jackie’s an impatient little bitch so if you make her wait for it too long… her cunt’ll catch fire and she might get more combative.”
But the look of her laying there like that… I needed some time to appreciate it. So much so that I got back up off the bed and stood there for a moment… ‘There’s a mostly naked woman on my bed, her little strawberry pussy is totally willing and able for me, her ass looks so goddamn ripe and inviting, and I’m about to sink myself into all that. Holy christ… what is it LIKE in there?!’ Without me even trying, my stiff rod began to contract and hop up and down, fluid squeezing out from it all on it’s own.
Jackie responded to that witness by grinding her ass around so goddamn sexy like, punishing me for waiting… “Bring that over here,” she said, simply.
So I did.
I kneed her thighs aside a little as I made my way between them. I couldn’t be sure anymore if she was just ignorant, or it’s that cruelty/ force her compliance thing but, I had definitely noticed by then that she’s not interested in any physical concerns her partner might have – that’s their problem. She’s willing and able and if she’s not paying attention to the way you need to have it? Then just force yourself upon her. That’s her preference, clearly. But once I’d made my way up close enough, I recognized I couldn’t just slam my sausage up in a pussy pressed to the bed like that. Ultimately I’d want that feeling of rolling my hips forward and back across the balance of her juicy ass cheeks — intruding within her while she seemingly hadn’t allowed for that — but with a 10″ cock that’s fat like mine, that’s not quite the easiest way to gain entry (not to mention particularly uncomfortable from her end of things). I’d have to turn her sideways a little to get it in there. But she acted oblivious to the fact I might require any adjustment… not to mention assistance.
I figured it best I just insult her to make that happen. That worked before, eh.
“Are you stupid or just difficult?” I threw at her.
No surprise, she encouraged a bit more of that, “Oh, a dick that size doesn’t work like an arm? Just my dumb luck.” Whatever, she got her arm back there and pointed me where I needed to be, rolling onto her right hip a bit to assist more suitable entry.
I mumbled to myself… “Oh my god… it’s gonna happen?”
She coached me at that point, fishing me around in her cunt-lips. “It better…” Then she got less demanding and a bit more… considerate? “Keep in mind… Humpty… I’m a very capable woman. I fuck a lot of good-sized cock. But this position you chose is not the best beginning – and I like that you made it difficult — but, it WILL be sorta tough to get it in there. And I’m NOT quite used to fucking a stubborn cock like THIS one… it would have been a lot easier to fuck me like I was on the couch a few moments…”
I interrupted her, “I want it like this.”
She paused, grinding her ass around a bit on my cockhead. “I like that you know what you like… don’t let me intimidate you. I’m just letting you know… don’t start tearing me up right away. Even though I like it like that… let’s get it in there good first.”
I insulted her again, “Did you not hear what I said? I want to just leave it in there for a moment and get used to it before I begin to do much of ANYthing.” I dunno why we had to be like Heckle and Jeckle but I guess everyone’s first time is a little awkward.
She turned back to have a better look at what she was doing, and be a bit more of a bitch, “You can grab my ears and make me deaf later but, I’m telling you, don’t slam it in there while we get things started here… asshole.”
Just then I noted a shadow line cross the wall in front of me. Jackie couldn’t see it cuz she was looking back at me, and doing so, in fact – with her head pointed opposite the doorway. That’s good. Cuz I immediately knew what that shadow meant… Mom was at the doorway, thinking about stepping in, cuz her friend just called her son an asshole.
I quickly spotted her directly through the crack in the door and motioned a ‘No, I’ve got this’ sort of look. Thankfully Jackie was still working out my thickness with the tight smash of pussy position I’d forced us to start with and didn’t notice me do that either. I affirmed my control position by responding, “Asshole? Well, I do have thumbs so… I might be able to accommodate your need for some penetration there later on… you dirty bitch.”
“Keep talking… BonerBoy. That’s the way Jackie likes it.” Smart girl, Jackie. Knows just what to say to perpetuate her preference.
And just like that – we were in business. The head… of my persistent and oversized cock… penetrated the pleasure of a pussy. How many times have I said prior to this that a pussy can’t possibly be better than… a hand, a pair of tits, a mouth… but it is. Oh my holy god in heaven it is soooooooooo much better. The first thing I noticed was the heat. The heat! Well, maybe not, the first sensation was the singularly unique properties of velvet slickness in there. The walls of it so… agreeable and gracious and PERFECTLY designed to swallow up a cock – but to do so in a manner than requires the act of persistent penetration! How could it be both those things at once? The perfect vehicle to accept a cock, but one that requires the cock to insist upon it. WOW! Okay, so that – and THEN the heat. Then the heat. The HEAT in there!! I could not believe how good that felt. I had NEVER felt that particular kind of all consuming heat wrap up on the flesh of my cock like a blanket of assurance and… motivation to penetrate!!
Immediately, I forgot everything she’d said about patience getting it in there and all that. Forget that. I want it all in there right this second!! So I started struggling around. I thought about planting my hands to the bed and just NAILING her, but the pain that I might encounter convinced me not to. And that saved me from being a complete retard about it. She felt my struggling and sudden persistence and chastised me.
“Robbie! I TOLD you to take it easy… take it easy… you’ll get what you want… just take it slow to start, okay? You’re like punching me in the face with it right now. You can’t just cram my pussy lips up into my cunt like that… We need to lubricate you… and maybe my exterior a bit.”
I fumbled around some while she was explaining all that to me and eventually I managed to subside my horn-dog urgency, and let her ease me in at her pace. I chanced a look at Mom just as I calmed down and… She had the most pained look of pleasure on her face. To be honest, I could not even identify the emotion – there were at least a half dozen things she was thinking all at once. Her forehead was squeezed in, her brow all scrunched together, her lips were skewed to the side in a way I’d not seen much (or maybe ever quite like that, it was completely different from that sinful curl I’d seen a lot of), and the top set of her teeth were biting down hard into the bottom lip. It had to include thoughts of, I dunno – desire, empathy, pride, urgency, guilt, fear, sorrow, how many is that? Well there were more. But beyond that, she had been wearing pants before and they were now dropped to her ankles without stepping out of them – her hand was pushed down deep into a pair of satin green panties. Her button-down dress shirt was still on tight, stretched to accommodate her swollen tits and strained nipples – but that wouldn’t last long given the way she was clawing at her tits with the hand not in her panties…
I had said empathy was on her face, right? Well, the moment I saw her like that I became entirely consumed with a desire to ease her pain as well. All of a sudden it wasn’t about ME losing my virginity – it was about doing it for Mother. Jackie became only an instrument at that point, just a body for me to use to achieve the goal of mutual affirmation between my mother and me. And that was a good thing, cuz by then Jackie had eased me better than halfway inside and the sensations within her were way past overwhelming. I was due to cum before full penetration had a chance to occur, the way it felt in there. But thanks to the look that my mother had, I found a reason to resist being all about me.
And then the moaning began…
“Oooooooohhhhhhhh, Robbie… ThRrrrobbie… gawd, baby… your cock feels soooooooo goooood… Stay with me now… Let Jackie take you there… You can fuck me soon… almost there… so good, soooooo fucking good… fucking cawk, GOD!”
It wasn’t just Jackie moaning. Her ears filled with blood enough for her not to notice, but I was well in tune with the sounds my mother makes by then. This was a little different, she was whimpering, whining almost. God what must she be going through watching her son, his first time! With her best friend, and a pussy she knows a whole lot about!!
I was in deep enough now to look away from Mom and get more directly over the hips, have her legs in between my thighs. That slid the rest of me in close to completely and Jackie, well, for a moment she was clearly uncomfortable and trying to push me back out, but then… I guess her appreciation for dominance took over and the resistance became a rumble instead and her ass went into spasms and quaking and the cavern of her cunt began milking me, fighting with me, yelling at me, begging me, thanking me… cumming on me.
WoW! That was much quicker than I had expected. I loved it! I was just getting started and her cunt already creamed on me — I’m totally fucking awesome!!
“JESUS – FUCK!!!’ she screamed.
All sorts of atrocities ran amuck from her mouth, but the frequency I was on heard mostly my mother, that muffled whine in pained observation. ‘Baby boy making slut bitch cum on his big fat cock… man-cock now. Fucks like a man. Gonna fuck like that soon. My baby boy.’ I somehow heard words to that effect. And I would begin fucking soon. But in order for me to maintain myself – I did need to sit on that ass for a moment.
Jackie went on about it, “Jesus CHRIST, ki… Robbie… ThRobbie… FUCK! Jackie just came all over your big fucking cock! Ohmygawd!! Get it OUT of there! No don’t, DON’T… FUCK! You’re planted WAY the fuck up in there… ohmygawd… Jackie’s pussy never cums that quick, it HURT! Ohmygod, ohmygod… That’s the biggest, stiffest… FUCK ME!! GO! It’s IN there now, trust me, it’s ALL up in there now – PUMP me!!”
But I didn’t give a damn what she asked for amongst all that confusion. She could have yelled out her bank account number and I wouldn’t move. I had what I wanted for the moment. I sat up on her ass, mostly stuffed up her pussy below, and just let it thrrrrrrrrob-ba-ba away for awhile. ‘We are FINALLY in there… this is what’s inside a pussy… it’s no WONDER we want this so bad… I never want this to end. Ever.’ The sensations were so soothing.
I heard mother whisper quietly in the background. Muttering things I couldn’t define. But it sounded like feathers from a bird… or leaves falling weightlessly down from a full Autumn tree. It sounded as if she had her arms wrapped around me, whispering into my ear, her breasts pressed into my back. I could feel her there like in the shower before. Bathing me. Soaping up my sturdy cock with her hand, a hand now warmer than ever before. ‘That’s my sweet baby. Fill your cock inside her pussy and make her whole once more. Like Mommy used to feel with you inside her.’
Jackie eventually began to buck against me and force more physicality, bouncing my pelvis back out and into her ass in short bursts, shafting my cock in and out of her. The more that happened the more intentional she got about it. And ultimately had me robustly bouncing up a good 6 inches or more, slamming back down to a well-timed impact off her tawdry tight ass that would send me back out again; continual repetition. Who knows if that move was due to pain or desire, but it was effective, and her ever-increasing effort might soon pop me out of her completely – and I could not afford for THAT to happen, HELL no!!
‘Don’t let go, Robbie. Don’t let go…’
I slid to the side, left knee now split between her legs, and used that to press up behind her thigh – moving her leg up the bed to a 90-degree angle off the vortex of our cock-cunt-connection.
‘That’s good, Robbie. That’s my sweet boy. Stay with her.’
“Yeah, fuck it!” she agreed, began to repeat that word several times. Right in tune with… that of my mother. I could now hear her audibly. And it wasn’t just feathers and leaves and liquid and warmth. It was pornographic and cantankerous. Surly and insistent. I heard it from the both of them.
“Fuck it/fuwk it… Fuck it/fuwk it… Fuck it/fuwk it…” I heard my mother quietly mirror off Jackie’s chant.
So I did. Began to go to thrusting. It wasn’t easy with nothing but my hips to support the tension, but I managed okay, I guess.
“That’s it, Robbie. Fuck that first pussy. Come on first-timer… slam Jackie’s fuck-hole… I’m burning alive…”
I now understood the importance of the thrusting. That did feel much better. I could tell – not only for her – but for me as well. I was pushing stuff around, making it all more agreeable. I soon realized I didn’t like the sensation of, well – bottoming out on her (cervix, I later learned). That wasn’t comfortable, but pushing the resistance of the sides of her around… yeah, that felt reaaaaal niiiiiiiice. After a while I kind of felt a sweet spot in rhythm, distance, and force, and, well — she gave me confirmation of that.
“That’s good, baby. You feel that? You can feel that, right? Jackie’s hot pussy feels right to you now, yeah?… Fuck that big cock in me, just… like… that… Making room for yourself… Intruding in me… cuz I like it… Flex it inside me, FuckPuppy, and I just… might…”
I heard Mom moan and fight it back, almost a cry for mercy. Not for me to stop — but to continue. To flex it inside like she was desperate for.
So I did. I flexed my thick muscle inside of her and could actually feel my expansion occur in there. And so could she, apparently…
“Oh shit… Imgonna… here’s comes another… do it just like that… that’s it, oh!… Fuck my naughty-bad pussy… you jailbait bastard… YES!!” I mean, why she had to be so rude about it, I don’t know – but it turns out I’m not all that offended if she does it when I’ve caused her to cum, eh. This time her pussy clenched down on me. It was a squeeeezing sensation at first, until moments after she barked out that ‘Yes’ and I suddenly felt something wash over me, followed by a more rhythmic clench and release, several times. Is that what goes on in there when they cum? I wondered, silently.
But then the bitch crawled up the bed towards the window and I slipped out of her. Oh man, I did NOT enjoy that!
I heard Mom collapse in the hallway, must have literally crumbled to the ground — but I covered for her quickly.
“What the fuck?!” I yelled at Jackie. Not about the noise outside but the removal she’d suddenly chosen. My fucking cock was SCREAMING at me, ‘That goddamn fucking bitch, PUNISH her!!’ I would have grabbed her by the hips and fucked that demand deep into her, but I didn’t have the hands to do that with!
Jackie’s eyes looked back to the doorway, which had worked its way open a little — either from my Mom’s persistent peeking or an immediate response to her collapse, certainly not quite just from the action in the room. She thought to say something about it. But smiled instead and acknowledged me directly.
“Take it easy, big boy. I’ve got a better idea. You had your way now let’s try mine… You like my ass? Have a seat on the edge of the bed and I’ll do all the work, you just relax.”
I didn’t much like the way she was making the rules but she did have a point. I was considering it.
“Come on, Robbie. I will work that pole for every inch it’s worth, get up here.” And she began to sway her ass around that way the sexy bitches do cuz they know we can’t resist it. So I followed orders… or recommendations, I guess I’d prefer to call it.
I also noticed she’d stopped naming herself in the third person. Hmm…
I made my way there and sat on the edge of the bed – much like I had when it all began with Mom several days before, that wasn’t lost on me – while Jackie danced for me a bit, looking out the window (it was still the middle of the day). She thought to comment on another kink, having no idea how present it already was…
“Too bad you don’t have a neighboring house tall enough to see us…” It’s true, we had a 2-story but no one else within 5 or so Lots did also. We look down on them, not them on us. “I love the idea of some stranger watching me fuck that young cock of yours. Making other dicks hard… or housewife pussy wet… I just love to be the center of attention, ya know?”
She had no clue how reverse I felt about that just months before in high school. And that my mom had been watching us and was likely back to tapping away at her clit just beyond the doorway right then.
Or did she?
Either way, I was getting annoyed at her interest outside the window. “Get centered on this,” I said, slapping my cock into a bob and weave taunt.
“Oh don’t you worry,” she managed not to piss me off, “I’m well aware of it.”
Then I got the stripper couch-dance treatment for a bit. And honestly, her ass was well worth any price of disrespect. Truly was tawdry tight and so goddamn exciting to witness her swivel it around on me. You’d think I’d get used to this, given the prime repetition I’d had with impossibly beautiful ass the last few days but — I’ll never get ‘used’ to a woman banging my stiff persistent dick around with just the flesh of her pretty round butt cheeks. I don’t know how anything can get me more horny than that.
So she did that for awhile, sometimes slapping it pretty severe with a sharp hip burst, sometimes just tossing it mere millimeters back and forth between the valley of her carnal-crack. And sometimes doing like Mom and I had done mere hours earlier, in the shower that morning. She never used her hands, was too greedy with her tits to let go. I was fixated at the way her tiny waist would work everything around. And all the while she verbally taunted me:
“Ooooh, you like the feel of that, don’t you… you like that sweet ass?”
“That big dick of yours looks pretty pissed off with me… you think it’s safe to sit back down on it?”
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“My pussy may have had too much… I’m not sure I can fuck any longer.”
“If you had a choice… your mom or me… who’s pussy would that dick go after first? You think she could take my place?”
Shocked for a moment, my veins pulled tight and my core shot out a squirt of coating cure — right atop the cleft of her buttcheek divider, the g-string crossroads. Visions of my mother’s ass switched places with hers a dozen times per second (like 2 page corners swapping hierarchy, rapidly back and forth).
“Oooooohhh… The thought of that excites you, does it? Would Robbie like to fuck my ass as if it were his mothers?” She checked back at the doorway over her shoulder. I had no idea if Mom had found her legs and be noticeably standing there again.
I might have been pissed that her ass challenged my mother’s at all. “You talk too much. Sit your ass down and shut up.”
Which captured her focus away from the doorway again. “Yes, sir! Thank you, Robbie… Such a quick study.”
She bent over more obtusely with a hand between her knees and found me there, gripped me firm — just below the cockhead — and swam me around on her cunt like a sloppy slut. For a little while but not very long; just enough to dress me up in sinking serum. And then began to swallow me up again…
As she sunk down slowly, back on to my length, I noticed Mom’s reflection move in off the window. I couldn’t be sure that she’d been there for Jackie to witness just seconds before. Regardless, it looked like Mom had maybe dropped her top and bra off somewhere.
Now, Jackie was pissing me off – but that worked for her just fine. My cock was real angry, my gnarled veins were extra apparent, and while she sunk down on me, ever so slowly… I could feel her pass over every nerve there.
“Gawwwwd… your dick is made of concrete, kid,” she moaned.
“I told you, don’t call me kid,” I fired back.
“Sorry… should I teach myself a lesson and speed things up a bit?”
“Yeah,” I commanded, “fuck that cock.”
“Oooohhhh! What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” She heard me just fine, She’d sunk me full by then and her pace was gaining steam. She looked so fucking sexy like that, my cock getting treatment like that was just… I didn’t quite think it real. But I was still somehow angry about it and not near as pleased as I thought I might be.
“I said Fuck that cock, you self-interested bitch.” Compared to my mother, Jackie was robbery. My mother’s a giver and this chick’s a taker. I definitely felt a sense of combat I hadn’t felt with Mom. The only combat going on with Mom was the struggle to reject her obvious desires. Maybe dare me to overwhelm them. But with Jackie, it was a power struggle all the way. And not an internal one. She didn’t want to share anything, she just wanted to TAKE it.
“That’s right, Robbie… I AM a self-interested bitch. This cock in mine!” And with that she really started to fuck me certain, her hands on her knees, stabbing her ass up and down on me fearlessly – putting her body control to good use. I noticed her head tilt back over her shoulders, dangling her hair down for some reason… and take a peak towards the doorway.
Better get her attention away from there!
“ThRobbie… I said call me ThRobbie!” I demanded.
“I guess I didn’t hear that… what did you say, Robbie?”
And then I learned what to better do about her head tilt. Before I’d had a chance to question a sudden flash of thought – I tossed my hand up into her hair and grabbed it like a shark attack. My thumb got caught in there enough among the bandaged fingers to intertwine a grip. Enough of one for her to respect it anyway, and… help out. “You’ll call me ThRobbie, you cunt.” I sneered at her.
She immediately responded. Liked that very much. “Oooooohhh, you’re right about that, ThRobbie. That’s what I’ll call you… Forgive me.”
And the more this combative interaction continued, the more dangerous and determined her ass looked moving around on me. A very curious approach. She’d toss out an insult, only to find herself even more committed to a merciless self-inflicted thrusting of my cock within her. Who’s at who’s mercy, ah – who the hell cares?!
“You like what I do with my cunt? You like how it hurts me? Does that make you proud? You sinful little man.”
She was pistoning up and down on me now at a perfect velocity. Each time her sexy ass came down to suck me all up within her I gasped at the site of it. ‘Where’s it all going? I must be up to her navel!’ But she managed it, continually, brand new every time… over and over and over. I watched biology get discredited, bash after bash after ass-bash… my fat dick burrow inside that little cocksucking hole.
I was about to cum and I struggled to stifle some grunting, not wanting to blast at all yet.
She responded, “What’s the matter? Don’t want Mommy to hear?”
“Shut up, bitch.” I slapped back at her and tugged on her hair.
“I thought so,” she huffed. “Hurt mother’s… feelings, eh? Disrespecting… her friend like this… calling her a cunt… and defiling her… just like any other bad boy on the block… think that might be… a problem for her?”
It was then that I realized I had another thumb… and we’d said something about assholes a bit earlier. She anticipated me perfectly, impossibly. No sooner was my damaged hand on her shiny tight buttocks than she’d reached back to push at me, down between the valley.
I heard my mother gasp. And I think Jackie heard it that time also. If she did, it only inspired her.
She took a moment to take me in full and ass-ist the situation back there. That shocked her for a moment. “Jesus-fuck-christ… so much cock… and you’re so fucking STIFF!!” She was very quick about it and I did mention earlier that her little dime-hole pops open when she’s aroused so she actually managed to have my thumb up in there right on que with her mention of ‘Stiff’. And at that point I just became an innocent bystander. All my efforts went into maintaining my thumb up this woman’s ass (a first, of course), while she went absolutely fuck-crazy up and down on my shotgun-sized cunt-ripper.
The words gushed out like a flash flood down a sea level city street. “Assfuck me too, huh?! Is that what you do to friends of your mothers?” The slapping sounds of her ass to my thighs was enough to make dogs howl. “Poor little Jackie… went upstairs… and the next thing you know she’s got a footlong cock up her cunt and her greedy punk of a son thinks THAT’S not enough so he shoves his thumb up her butt ALSO! Yeah?! Make her cum a third time? Huh? Is that what you’re after? You big-dicked FREAK!!”
She was just about to cum again (and maybe me too) but – and this caught me off guard completely – another hand gripped into her hair and threw her off me onto the bed.
My mother had heard enough.
She yelled at Jackie. “I knew you’d be a goddamn cunt about it. You don’t teach MY son that derogatory shit is the way it has to be done. Not MY son, you bitch. He’s not gonna learn it that way. And you CERTAINLY don’t tell him that his gifted size makes him a freak, are you fucking CRAZY?!!”
But the smile never left Jackie’s face. She was expecting this to occur, maybe making SURE it would. “What happened to your clothes, Serrah?” was all she had to say about it.
My mom could care less at that point. “That’s not your concern. Get up on your knees.”
And Jackie did. It’s as if she got hit by a cattle-prod. Didn’t even appear like a conscious response. She maintained the same happy facial expression, as if her body hadn’t moved at all… but her ass was wagging around, she knew what came next.
“Robbie, get up behind her there. I’ll help… Don’t let her talk to you like that.” And she helped me, unnecessarily, mount up behind Jackie’s prone ass. One hand held my butt-cheek, pressing me up close — while the other pushed my thighs into place behind her. It was all done very quickly and not so much sexually, though very much considerately. (It all felt so much better, having her there. Being cared for.)
“Oh yeah, I’m such a dirty girl,” Jackie snarled, “while you help your son with his stiff dick stabbing all about and your big naked tits wobbling around. How and why did Mommy lose all her clothes, Robbie? Aren’t you appalled?”
She may have continued going on like that but Mom had left me just as quickly as she had entered the room. She sat down in front of Jackie’s face, spread her own legs wide, grabbing Jackie by the hair – and forced her head right down on her starving twat, “Shut up and eat it,” she said plainly. Then turned to me… much more considerately, “Fuck her.”
Well, much more considerately than she’d spoken to Jackie, anyway…
*
Table for 2 is now party of 3. Chow down on Part B for a full course meal, including desert! You’ll have it all and THEN sum.
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