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From: Rufus Thomas <cinque_manson@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Vickie's Mom" (Fm FemDom, oral, anal, feet)
Date: Sun,  4 Aug 2002 11:10:02 -0400
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This is a story I wrote about five years ago, but I haven't seen it
archived anywhere, so here it is again.  I hope you enjoy it.  The
characters are fictional although based on people I knew a long time ago.
They tumbled around in my mind for twenty five years before congealing into
the cast of Vickie's Mom.



   VICKIE'S MOM Chapter 1 by Cinque Manson







   It started out to be a normal day.  I was fifteen, it was summertime, I
had gone over to my girlfriend Vickie's house for a swim.  She was leaving
as I pulled up.

   She had to go across town for the afternoon for an advanced placement
chemistry class at the junior college.  I knew it would be OK to use the
pool while she was gone.

   Vickie and I were more friends than lovers.  The two brightest kids in
our high school, we "found" each other, and decided to date.  We made out a
lot, but the one time I pushed her to have real sex, she trembled and said
she wasn't ready for that yet.  She was genuinely upset, and I liked her
too much to press her about it.  Anyway I had a string of dumb little
bimbettes I could call for a quick jerk-off in the park, or sometimes a
fast screw when their parents were out for the night.  I could afford to be
generous with Vickie.

   I entered the front door to Vickie's house and called out hello.  Nobody
answered.  Vickie's mom was the reason I felt so welcome at their house. 
Nearly every other mom I knew hated my guts because they sensed I just
wanted to smoke reefer and fuck their daughters.  They were right.

   But I was truly grateful to Joanie, Vickie's Mom.  She set a place for
me at the table whenever I stopped by after school, assuming I would join
them for dinner.  She conversed with me in a way that I could tell meant
she didn't think of me as just some dumb teenage gland with legs.

   Little did she know.  Joanie was shorter than her daughter, about
five-six.  She had short black hair in a pixie cut, long slanted brown eyes
above sculpted cheek bones.

   She was in her early forties, had borne four kids, but maintained the
body of a twenty-five year old.  Once when Vickie and I lay sunbathing by
the pool, she had come out and joined us.  I hid behind sunglasses, but
couldn't keep my eyes off her enormous tits, bouncing beneath her bikini
top as she walked around the edge of the pool.  Every part of her made me
salivate.  She sat in a lounge chair next to me, with her feet to my head,
and began leafing through a copy of MS.  magazine.  I ogled her body when I
felt she couldn't see.  Wide shoulders, delicate collar bones, full round
breasts cupped by the swim suit, creating a deep valley where they met. 
Narrow waist flaring out to a wide womanly waist, a trace of belly, but
flat from back to front at the hips.  Perfectly proportioned legs running
down to delicate ankles.  And then her feet.  I didn't know what it was
about her feet that aroused me so.  I was a dumb teen, had no concept of
erotic notions beyond the quick feel of a boob or my prick spasming on the
sly, but Joanie's feet fascinated me.

   I sat by the pool that day, staring at her finely formed feet, tanned
and narrow, widening slightly to her long toes.  For some reason her toes,
their nails painted deep scarlet, gave me a rumbling feeling in the pit of
my stomach.  As I stared, Joanie splayed her toes, then idly brought one
foot to the other's ankle and scratched an itch.  My dick was rock hard in
my baggy shorts.  I jacked off later that night, and several times again,
fantasizing about her feet.  I didn't want to think about it too hard, I
just knew that Joanie was working her way into my mind and cock.  I thought
I was alone in the house that day, and went upstairs to shower before I hit
the pool.  The master bedroom had the best shower, so I strode upstairs to
Joanie's bedroom.  I showered leisurely, grabbed one of Joanie's thick
towels and padded into the bedroom.  Something on top of the bureau caught
my eye.

   It was a photograph of Joanie, naked, in the shower stall I had just
vacated.  I was thunderstruck.  Her body was white where the bikini tan
lines were, and the whiteness of these forbidden parts, her tits and loins,
blazed obscenely out of the picture.  My dick pulsed and grew.  I guessed
that Joanie's estranged husband, Jim, had taken the shot.  Joanie
expression in the photo was surprise, but not shock.  Just mildly
surprised. She was frozen in the act of washing her hair, arms raised,
hands massaging her scalp.  Her big breasts, nipples erect and huge to me,
who'd never seen a true woman nude before, were lifted by the attitude of
her arms.  Her pubic hair, a thick thatch of black hair, stood out in sharp
relief against the whiteness of her skin.  She looked out towards the
photographer.

   I sat down on her bed and rubbed my dick through the towel, staring at
the picture.  I opened my wrap, and spit in my hand.  I grabbed my dick and
massaged the spit on the head, staring bug-eyed at the photo of my
girlfriend's mom.

   My dick felt huge to me, bigger and harder than it had ever felt.  I
felt like every nerve in it was alive and attentive, responding to the
image of my girlfriend's mother.  I began to increase pressure on it,
whacking myself into a frenzy.

   "What the hell is going on here!"

   I looked up from the picture to see Joanie standing in the doorway,
hands on the doorjamb, watching me with a slack jaw.  She looked far more
surprised in real life than she had in the snapshot.  She had been down at
the pool!  She was wearing her pink floral bikini, and I saw a flush rise
from her chest and blush her fine facial features.

   There I sat, stupidly clutching my erect dick in one hand, the picture
of Joanie in the shower in my other.  Joanie moved from the doorway to the
bed and stood in front of me.

   "Well, I'm not going to ask you if you like that picture or not, because
its plain to see you appreciate it."

   I tried to stammer an answer and wrap the towel around my hardness at
the same time.  Joanie moved closer to me and stepped on the end of the
towel, trapping it.  I couldn't pull enough to cover my erection and all I
could do was look up at her.  I offered her the picture, and she grabbed it
from me and tossed it over her shoulder.

   "You've gotten a good look at me, now its my turn.  Put your arms back
and lean on them." She spoke evenly but forcefully.  I was overcome with
shame, at being caught in her bedroom with a picture of her I had found by
snooping through her things, and then the worst, masturbating to it on her
own bed.  I did what I was told.  My head was spinning as she looked at my
dick throbbing.  She stood in her bikini, her naked thighs rubbing silkily
against the inside of my knees, spreading my legs, with her hands on her
hips.

   "You like playing with that while looking at my picture?" She pointed a
scarlet nailed finger at my twitching pecker.

   I could only mumble and nod my head up and down.  She reached down a
hand and dragged a fingernail lightly and slowly up my dick.  When she
reached the head she stopped, and wrapped her fingers around it.  I was
numb with fear and desire.

   "I think you should be punished for snooping around in my private
things, don't you.?" I nodded yes as she gripped my cock.  She held it
without moving, then took a finger tip and rubbed lightly on the ridge
under the head.  I leaned back involuntarily and groaned.

   "I also think you should be punished for the gall of sitting on my very
own bed and playing with this", she gave my cock a sharp jerk, "and taking
liberties of all sorts, don't you think so?" I would have confessed to
anything to keep her from stopping the maddening sensation of her hand
wrapped around my cock, just below the head, and her finger waggling over
the most sensitive part.

   "Stand up", she ordered, releasing me and standing away from the bed.  I
stood, my head down, my arms at my side, abject, but my dick was standing
proud and straight from my stomach.  She walked over to the chest of
drawers and pulled out ...  a pair of handcuffs.  "Turn around and put your
arms up there", she pointed to the top of the posts of the four post bed.
When I complied she came up behind me and slipped the pair of handcuffs
around my wrists and to the posts, leaving me spread from the waist up.

   I heard her open a drawer, and shuffle its contents.  Then I heard her
approach me.

   "I think I can teach you some very valuable lessons today, about
respecting people's property, and about giving women pleasure."

   On the last word I felt a sharp slap on my ass.  This was followed by
ten more even strokes.  I pulled away from them, but could not escape. 
Then I felt Joanie's palm as she rubbed the areas of my buttocks that she
had just tormented.  My skin turned hot and responded to her touch like a
dog responds to the touch of its owner.  She moved to my side and I saw she
had taken her bikini top off.  Her breasts stood cantilevered from her
body, tanned brown about half-way down, then whiter where her bikini line
started, crowned with huge nipples, their aureoles the size of silver
dollars, the nipples corrugated with bumps, nipples standing erect and
full. They had little holes at the tip, like little dicks.

   She stood beside me and looked up in my eyes.  She held up her right
hand and I saw she held a riding crop for my inspection.  She raised her
hand and drew the riding crop under my chin.  Her left hand rubbed over her
tits, grazing the nipples with the tips of her fingers.

   "You're just a little pervert, did you know that?"

   I didn't answer.  She lowered the crop to my chest.  She said, "You'd
better answer me." She flicked the riding crop against my right nipple. 
She flicked it again, and again.  Tears came to my eyes.

   "Come on", flick, "talk to Mommy." Flick.

   When she said the word "mommy" I groaned.  My cock jumped towards my
stomach.  Joanie didn't miss this little exercise.  She knelt on the bed,
and walked on her knees until she was right in front of me.  Sitting on her
knees she was at eye level with me.  She looked into my eyes and asked
again, "You're just a little pervert, aren't you." She began to use the
riding crop to bat my dick back and forth slowly.

   She tugged at her own nipple with the scarlet nails of her left hand.

   I had to answer, "Yes."

   Joanie took my cock in the palm of her left hand.  She gave my nuts a
flick of the riding crop in her right hand.  I jumped.  She said, "You're a
little pervert who likes to jack off to pictures of Mommy.  Isn't that
right." She rubbed my balls with the end of the crop.  When I didn't answer
straight away she snapped the crop against my balls once more.

   "Yes, ohh yes, I'm a pervert."

   Joanie moved her left hand up and down my cock, touching me so lightly I
strained to push against her.  She whispered,

   "Yes, little pervert, and what did Mommy catch you doing?"

   "You caught me masturbating." She moved closer to me and began rubbing
her huge erect nipples against my chest.  When the stiff tips of her large
nipples touched my own erect nipples a sensation like an electric shock
spread down from my chest to my straining penis.  She said,

   "Tell me again and call me Mommy."

   She let the riding crop drop to the bed, unwrapped her fingers from my
cock and held my head in her hands.  She looked me straight in the eye and
said in a steady tone, "Come on, pervert, tell me what I caught you doing."

   I paused, then said,"You caught me jacking off to your picture, Mommy."

   She closed her eyes and shuddered.

   She leaned way from me, pinching and twisting the nut brown nipples of
her pendulous breasts.  She reopened her eyes and said,

   "You won't tell anyone about us, will you, little pervert?"

   "No, maam."

   "No, what?"

   She was stroking me again, hunched over, looking at my bulging cock.  In
my short life I had never been so full and hard.  I felt like my whole body
had a hard-on.

   I said it, "Never, Mommy, I won't tell anybody."

   "Good", she said and dropped my meat like a hot potato.  She took a
couple of steps back from me on her knees.  She stood up on the bed, put
her hands on her hips and looked down at me.

   "Now for your lesson", she said, and bringing her hands flat down her
sides to her hips she shucked the bikini bottom off.  She lifted one foot,
then the other, stepping out of them, and in the process, stepping back to
me, cuffed to the bedposts, until my face was buried in her tan brown
belly. I smelled her, her skin, spicy like cinnamon, still warm from the
sun, and felt like I'd drunk a six pack of Old English.  She turned around,
and now my nose was level with the top of her butt crack.  She said, "Have
you ever eaten a girl out, little pervert?  Well, you're going to eat me
out now, starting with my ass.  Think you'll like that?'

   "Yes Mommy, I love to eat girls out.  Please let me eat you."

   "I think I will."

   She bent at the waist, her large ass suddenly pushing against my face.
She grabbed her cheeks with her hand and spread them.  I stared at her
obscene asshole, which she pulsed, popping it out at me like a sea anemone.

   "Stick out your tongue, come on, lick Mommy, she really needs it, come
on little pervert, lick your Mommy."

   I did as I was told.  She doubled over, on all fours, and her ass and
pussy were finally at the same level as my mouth.  I opened my mouth and
began to lick her thighs, the creases where her legs met her hip, and
finally her ass crack, netted with thick black hairs.  I ran my tongue up
and down her crack, and she rocked back and forth, placing different parts
of her behind over my lapping tongue.  Joanie lifted a bit and I moved my
tongue over her asshole, circling it in broad swipes.

   "Mmm, that's it, lick my asshole.  I want you to stick your pervert
tongue up my ass."

   I would have walked down Main Street as naked as a jaybird if she had
told me.  I was insane with lust.  I pointed my tongue and jabbed it at her
puckered anus.  She pushed against me, and as my saliva lubricated her
hole, I felt my tongue enter her, a quarter of an inch at a thrust.  Joanie
relaxed her asshole and I felt the tunnel of her anus sliding and engulfing
my tongue.  She was fucking my face now, pulling away and bashing back in,
and my tongue slid all the way in her ass each time she pushed back.

   "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, boy, fuck me good with your pointy little tongue,
you pervert.  Make Mommy come all over your face.  Oh oh".

   I guess she came again.  She pushed one last time against my tongue and
stopped, leaving my tongue up her.  Her ass spasm around my tongue.  I
could barely breath and I felt my eyes roll up into my head.  I had known
grownups did nasty things, but I had no idea why until then.  I was having
a brain rush orgasm as Joanie twitched her ass muscles around my tongue. 
She finally fell on the bed, twisting over so she lay on her back.

   "Good little pervert, you did that pretty well, considering what a bad
angle you had to work from.  Maybe next time I'll sit on your face.  That
would be nice, wouldn't it little pervert?"

   "Yes, Mommy".  I was a fast learner.

   She scooted a little closer to me on the bed.

   "Poor little pervert, I've cum twice and you're just hangin' around,
waiting for Mommy to take care of you.  Do you want Mommy to make you cum?

   Did I ever.

   "Yes Mommy, please let me cum."

   Joanie wiggled around on the bed like she was scratching an itch she
couldn't reach.  She was unbelievably sexy to my fifteen year old over
heated brain.  She sat up a little, leaning on her elbows.  She brought her
left foot dragging up my right leg, describing circles to my thigh, then
insinuated her toes along the inside of my upper thigh.  She ran the top of
her high arch under my balls, applying a light easy pressure.

   "Poor little pervert nutsack.  Look at how your little pecker jumps when
Mommy puts her foot on it."

   Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat up the
length of my cock.  I was shivering.  This felt so nasty.  No back seat
jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close.  My girlfriend's
unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly proportioned foot
up and down my bouncing tumid dick.  She spread her toes, white in between
where the sun never reached, and pressed under the head of my cock, and
caught me between her big toe and the middle one.  She masturbated me with
one foot and brought her other foot up under my balls.  She used the big
toe of that foot to probe my ass and rub the sensitive space between my
balls and asshole.

   "Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all over Mommy's
toes.  You're such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see you come on me."

   It was irresistible, finally.  It felt so good I wished it would never
end.  But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of her feet and
massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could hold back no
longer. I arched my back and let fly.  My cock shot three globs of spunk in
a high arch, landing on Joanie's shelf-like breasts.  Using some of my cum
as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over my dick and nuts, coaxing
out four more spurts in decreasing strength and amount of jism.  I had
never cum like that before, didn't even know it was possible.

   Before I had merely ejaculated, but this time had been the combination
of shame; shame at being caught, shame at being so aroused before my
girlfriend's mother, the shame of my helplessness, and shame at my
twitching cock's enthusiastic response to her beautiful feet brought me to
my first orgasm.  I slumped, hanging by the handcuffs, limp.

   Joanie got back up on her knees.  She took hold of my head lifted it and
guided it to her tits, where the bulk of my thick cum sat in puddles.  One
string hung off her nipple.  She said,

   "Clean Mommy's tits, be a good boy now, lick your cum off Mommy's tits."

   I had been dying to kiss Joanie's breasts since I'd first seen her. 
They had given me a boner the first time I'd seen her in her lounging
around by the pool in her bikini.  Now she was inviting me to kiss them all
over, but with a catch.  I'd been through a lot, grown a lot that
afternoon, but this was counter to all I'd ever understood about sex and
manhood.  I looked at her stiff brown nipple, wet with the pearly
translucence of my cum.  She brought my head firmly towards her breasts and
I opened my mouth.

   I fought the strong reaction to gag as my mouth surrounded her nipple,
covered with my slime.  It tasted a little like the ammonia that my mom
used to clean the bathroom, a little like the chlorine in Joanie's swimming
pool.  As I washed Joanie's nipple clean of my cum, I realized that this
wasn't so bad after all.  None of it was.  I was Joanie's little pervert
slutboy, and I was lucky she'd let me tongue-fuck her asshole earlier and
doubly lucky now as I formed my tongue into a tube and began to suck on her
tit like I'd seen Linda Lovelace do to a dick in that eight millimeter
porno movie Richie Murphy stole from his dad.

   "MMM, nice.  But your missing some over here, cum-licker."

   I wanted her to call me every filthy name in the book.

   I wanted her to tell me to do nasty things some more.

   I left her nipple and washed the rest of her chest clean of spunk.  I
cupped my tongue and washed the deep valley between Joanie's breasts.  I
was fifteen, young and eager, with my girlfriend's forty year old mothers
perfect silky titflesh splashed with my spume under my tongue.  I was
getting hard again.  Joanie felt my dick poking her in the belly, and ran
her finger tips over it.  She took a finger and rubbed the peehole on the
head of my cock.  I was still slimy down there, and her touch drove me
wild.

   "I think I'm clean enough for now.  You didn't take long to get nasty
again, did you, little pervert.  Did it excite your little dicky to clean
your cum off Mommy's tits?"

   "Yes, Mommy."

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes Mommy, my dick is really hard.  Its hard for you, Mommy.

   Its always hard for you."

   "You know, you're going to be a good little boy for Mommy.  I think I
can let you down for a while."

   She jumped off the bed and went behind me to the bureau.  She came up
behind me, reached up, and unlocked the hand cuffs.  I rubbed my wrists. 
Joanie hugged me from behind, pressing her tits against my back, reaching
around me and handling my dick with both hands.  I felt proud of my dick,
tall and hard, and proud that a mature beautiful woman like Joanie would
stoop to teach a slug teenage boy like me.

   Joanie pushed me onto the bed and said,"Roll over, my little slutboy."

   I did.  She straddled me, and waddled up my body on her knees.  She
leaned her tits in my face, and jiggled them back and forth.  She sat on my
cock and ground her cunt against it.  She stuck her butt out so she could
rub the underside of my prick against her clit.

   Her breathing was strong, puffing out of her nostril like a dragon's
steam

   "Oh yeah, uh, know what I like, huh, I like using your cock to get me
off, huh huh huh.  I like rubbing my old hairy pussy on your slimy hard
dick, huh, your nasty teenage stiffy, huh."

   She did like it.  She was dragging her hairy cunt in long strokes over
my boner.  She pushed down, and I could feel her cuntlips spreading.  She
was soaking my dick in her juices.  She sat straight up on me, and used her
fingers to spread her cuntlips as wide as they would go.  I looked down and
saw my cock head pressed flat against my stomach, disappearing and
reappearing in Joanie's bush as she slid back and forth.

   "Tell me, pervert, did you, huh, ever fuck Vickie, huh, did you ever put
this thing in my daughter?"

   "No, Mommy, she wouldn't let me." I was panting now, too.

   "I didn't think so.  Well, today's your lucky day, slutboy, cuz Mommy's
gonna pop your cherry."

   I didn't care whether I'd screwed some little bitches in the back seat
of some one else's car, Joanie was right, I was a virgin, compared to her.
She could take me to sexual heights I could never have found in the panties
of immature little teengirls or in the pages of my girlie magazines.  She
said,

   "I'm gonna fuck you like a cowgirl, and you're never gonna forget it."

   She twirled around, facing my feet, and grabbed my dick.  She pointed it
at herself, raised up and impaled herself on me in one stroke.  My dick
felt like it was engulfed by an oven.  Joanie's vagina was super hot, and
super slick, as I found out when she started bouncing up and down an me. 
My cock slipped in and out her pussy making obscene slurps with every
stroke.  She was incredibly tight for a mother of four kids.  On the
outstrokes she clenched her cunt muscles tightly around me.  I felt I was
being milked.  Every muscle in my body was tensing in anticipation of my
cum.  My thighs were like bars of iron as she bounced on me so fast it was
driving my teenage brain to the brink of insanity.

   I was getting close, almost there, I was groaning and panting.  Joanie,
the sexual expert, intuited when I was right on the brink and jumped off
me. She kneeled next to my hips, grabbed my aching dick and started jacking
me off in deft quick movements.

   "Cum for Mommy again, show Mommy how you like to fuck and suck, you
dirty filthy little boy."

   I didn't need the encouragement, I bucked my hips off the bed in time to
her fist flying on my cock.  She placed her face over the head of my cock,
opened her mouth and ran her tongue around and around the head of it.  I
started to cum and she pointed my dick into her mouth.  I sprayed her
tongue with more of my boyseed.

   Three spurts this time, and I fell back on the bed, exhausted in body
and mind.

   Joanie crawled up the bed until her face hovered over mine.  She took my
face in her hands, lowered her mouth and we tongue kissed, our saliva and
my cum mingling in our mouths.

   We lay there for about half an hour, our arms wrapped around each other,
then Joanie slowly raised herself on an elbow.  She idly ran the end of her
index finger over my lips, down my chin, down my neck, a couple of times
around my nipples, around my navel, and then to my boy cock.  She ran her
finger tip along its length, watching it hop and begin to grow again.  She
said, "You better get out of here before you get caught again, you
delicious little slutboy."

   As I left, the towel wrapped around my waist, my stiff dick waving in
front of me, Joanie said one last thing to me.

   "As long as your little dickie gets hard for me you can come and play."
I looked at her, stretched out on her side, her breast still gleaming from
our play, her delectable toes that I wanted to lick like popcicles, her
black bush, her thick pink pussylips, and I knew.  Whatever it took to get
back here, I would do, no matter how humiliating.

   

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