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Subject: {ASSM} The Fruits of Indifference
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The Fruits of Indifference Ch. 1

With the snakish grin of a man completely unburdened by his sins,
Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of the seedy Western Pennsylvania
motel room that he had just spent the day. A gruff and stony hint of
satisfaction shimmered in his heartless blue eyes as he descended the
rusty stairs and walked through the late afternoon dusk towards his
car, hidden around the corner.

In his wake, Kevin had just left nearly two years worth of pent up
anger, seething lust, and aching frustration laying in a soiled heap
on the motel's creaky and cover strewn bed. For the first time since
he could remember, Kevin looked up at the sun slowly disappearing
beneath the horizon and honestly looked forward to it rising up for
the start of a new day.

* * * * * 

18 Months earlier....... 

The bright, antiseptic feel of the Somerset County Juvenile and
Domestic Courtroom seemed to close in on Kevin Ralston as he stood his
ground in front of the judge, like a cocky but clueless martyr,
waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

The judge's measured words rained down from the bench with indifferent
precision as Kevin and his lawyer stood there listening. Kevin felt
his court appointed council tap him on the back reassuringly as the
judge's words registered inside his head. It was almost as if his
lawyer was congratulating him for only getting four months inside the
Somerset County Juvi-Hall.

"It could have been a whole year or at least until you turn 18," The
lawyer told him with a satisfied smirk as he gathered his stuff to
leave.

"Yeah... but you ain't the one that has to serve it you sonofabitch,"
Kevin fumed to himself as he allowed the deputies to take his hands
into theirs.

* * * * * 

The trip upstate hadn't been all bad for Kevin, not that he would have
ever suggested it to anyone for a way to spend a Summer vacation.

An only child to a less than affectionate Mother, Kevin's life had
simply been dysfunctional up to the point that his Father, a truck
driver, died in an accident on the New Jersey Turnpike when Kevin was
11. The fact that he had lost his Father, the only real hero he'd ever
had at such a vulnerable age, was made worse by the reality that his
Mother had never shed a single tear for her lost husband. By having a
Mother that didn't show any sympathy, Kevin never felt comfortable
grieving himself and that, combined with a multitude of other
indiscret ions created a rather volatile path from adolescense to
early adulthood.

That it took four months of 6am cattle calls and 10 pm lights out,
along with his first taste of a loss of freedom was just what Kevin
needed however to have the peace and quiet to put the first 17 years
of his life into perspective.

Having lost the end of his Junior year of high school to the drug
conviction, Kevin had been given the option of returning to high
school in the Fall after his release from custody but he would have to
repeat the 11th grade, leaving him a year behind his graduating class.
An already indifferent student, that option didn't readily appeal to
Kevin, but a promise he had made to his paternal grandmother, years
earlier, in the last days of her life about finishing high school
caused Kevin to make the decision to give his education another try.

He was only two months away from turning 18 by the time he was
released and wasn't surprised a bit when his Mother, Pam Ralston,
wasn't anywhere to be found the day he could go home. Using the bus
ticket the state provided to take him home, the whole 77 mile trip all
Kevin could think about was Pam telling him on the phone that between
her two jobs, she just didn't have time to make the one hour drive to
see him while he was held in the detention center. The fact that he
would have probably spat in her face if she had was something Kevin
bravely pictured in his mind the whole trip home until he finally
arrived later that day at his Mother's trailer to find her roasting in
her normal state of alcohol induced ambivalence.

Walking by Pam as she sat there starring blankly at the TV, smoking a
cigarette, Kevin deposited his weight on the sofa and realized that
even though he had somehow changed, the world around him had not.

* * * * * 

It took less than a week after re-enrolling for his Junior year at
Clifton High that Kevin knew he had entered a race he just couldn't
win. Having had a Father that didn't raise a quitter, Kevin gutted out
the first few days of classes until the pressure simply got to be too
much.

The stares and whispers of the other students that he had been the one
who had spent all Summer at a detention center for getting busted for
drugs was tolerable. In fact, if he hadn't been such a loner, Kevin
would have probably been the coolest kid in school. Kevin could also
deal with the never ending stares from the school's employees as well.
Having been busted the year before on school grounds, he was sure his
face had been plastered in every teachers' lounge as someone to keep
an eye on.

The final straw in Kevin's self preservation came on the Thursday of
his first week back at school when he was leaving his fifth period gym
class to head upstairs for 6th period Biology.

Before Kevin even reached the stairs that would take him to the second
floor for class, something caught his eye that brought back every bit
mind numbing anger that had built up over the previous six months.
Through the subway station like flow of the school's hallway, Kevin's
fiery eyes latched on to someone that caused the blood pumping through
his head to drown out the earsplitting drone around him.

Through the maze of bobbing and weaving bodies, Kevin fixated on Debra
Stallings, the late 30ish computer and business teacher, who, although
he could never prove it, was the one he felt assuredly had turned him
in for dealing marijuana on school grounds the semester before. It was
Debra Stalling's room on the second floor that had the perfect view to
see down into the shadowy outside stairwell that Kevin had used to
make his deals.

The hundreds of other smiling and jovial faces filtered down the hall
as Kevin's eyes stayed glued on the teacher's haggard face. A petite,
almost frail, woman, Debra was having a difficult time keeping up with
the flow of youngsters as she tightly clasped her overflowing
briefcase against her chest, desperately trying to work her way
through the crowd so she could get upstairs on time for her class.

Knowing she didn't see him, or anyone else around her for that matter,
as she awkwardly made her way for the staircase, Kevin slowed, then
leaned back against the row of lockers behind him to observe as Debra
scooted down the other side of the hall.

His anger now boiling, Kevin instantly clenched his fists together as
he feet instinctively began pacing forward, following the teacher up
the steps. By the time Debra had reached the second floor, Kevin was
only six feet behind her as he blankly stalked the woman who had
turned him in.

Gripping his blue backpack tightly against his shoulder to quell the
demonic angst bubbling in his soul, Kevin seethed when he saw the tiny
brunette reach her classroom and disappear inside. Standing like a
statue for several moments, as countless students swirled past, Kevin
finally turned on a dime and made his way back down the steps, somehow
knowing that he was done with school.

Even though he had learned a good bit of self discipline from his four
month incarceration, Kevin couldn't fathom having to survive an entire
school year of seeing Debra Stalling's face without being tempted to
do something that would lead to a much longer jail stint than the one
he had just endured.

Dropping his backpack, with a thud, into one of the black trashcans
that lined the main entrance to the school, Kevin Ralston calmly
walked out of Clifton High for what would prove to be the last time as
a student, just the same way he had done weeks earlier at the
detention center, a free man.

* * * * * 

For the better part of the next six months, Kevin kicked around doing
a series of odd jobs, helping out with a friend's landscaping company
and hustling just to keep a few extra dollars in his pocket. Without
school to fall back on, Kevin had initially been forced to listen to
his Mother's incessant bitching about him making a waste of his life
and not helping out with the bills around the trailer but with his
18th birthday approaching, Kevin decided to cut the last vestiges of
the umbilical cord before Pam Ralston got the chance.

Always one to take a hint, Kevin packed two gym bags full of his
possessions and ended up going from one living room floor to another
until he finally settled at his girlfriend Tina's Mother's townhouse
on the other side of town.

Kevin's daily routine didn't change all that much once he moved in
with Tina and Deloris Shantz. He gravitated from one job to the next
but spent a majority of his time having sex with Tina when Deloris
wasn't home, eating everything he could in the fridge and smoking as
much pot and drinking as much alcohol as he could from the money Tina
made as a waitress at the local Waffle House.

* * * * * 

It was an early October Tuesday morning at Deloris Shantz's townhouse
that Kevin groggily dragged himself out of bed and headed into the
kitchen to find something to eat. Looking up at the clock above the
stove, Kevin saw that it was 10 minutes till noon, just a little over
an hour before Tina got home from her morning shift at Waffle House.

Scarfing down a bologna sandwich as he flipped on the TV, Kevin sat
and watched Jerry Springer until Tina got home, not having a clue that
by later in the afternoon, he would have a story that would even bring
a chuckle of disbelief to Jerry Springer's face.

A few minutes after 1 pm, Tina burst through the front door with as
much bluster as her 5 foot 2 inch and 140 pound frame could muster, in
the same piss-poor mood as usual as she hurriedly disappeared down the
hall to change out of her greasy brown uniform. Ten minutes later,
Tina emerged from her bedroom dressed wearing a long blue tee-shirt,
and nothing else.

"Get me a beer," Kevin matter-of-factly ordered when he saw Tina
approaching out of the corner of his eye.

"You lazy piece of shit," Tina venomously shot back, even though when
she did disappear into the kitchen, she came back with a can of beer
in each hands.

Tossing Kevin's can down onto his bare belly, Tina cracked a lustful
smile as she eased around the sofa and nestled down beside her
boyfriend. Wrapping her naked legs around his stretched out frame,
Tina seductively reached down and started to rub the inside of Kevin's
muscular thigh.

Each popped the tops to their beer and took a few sips before it
appeared an invisible director had yelled the word, "Action," and the
two sat their cans on the coffee table, allowing their lips and
groping hands to meet with laser-like precision.

Their mouths working like two hungry pistons, Kevin's hands dug
fervently into Tina's fleshy thighs as she positioned her weight on
top of him. Rolling their tongues in and around each other's mouth, it
appeared that the two lust struck lovers were becoming one as Tina
planted her bare knees into the sofa cushions, straddling her
boyfriend right across his waist.

Kevin could feel Tina's superheated pussy leaking against his stomach
as he spread his legs apart to position his crotch underneath her.

"You ready," Kevin asked, in a tone that clearly stated he knew the
answer.

"UHHMMPPAAHHHAAA," Tina savagely grunted as she grinded her pelvis on
top of her boyfriend's torso.

Raising her hips slightly, Tina reached down with her sweaty fingers
and dug her grip into Kevin's cotton sweat shorts, yanking them
cruelly down his legs until his jutting cock sprang free and
majestically waved in the air.

"Fuck the shit out of me," Tina hoarsely groaned as she watched
Kevin's manhood twitch and throb underneath her vagina.

Like a shrew in heat, Tina wrapped her tiny fingers around Kevin's
swollen pride and aimed it blindly for the burning pink target of her
quim, just the same way she had done each afternoon and night since
Kevin had moved in.

* * * * * 

To afford the townhouse she and her Daughter had moved into, Deloris
Shantz had committed herself to six days a week of ten hour shifts at
the local plastic processing plant. No stranger to dealing with pain,
Deloris have bravely worked through the initial stages of arthritis
over the past few years, worked through the normal cuts and bruises
that came with life on an assembly line as well as the mental anguish
of having to raise a troubled Daughter, without a Father.

The one thing even Deloris had a hard time dealing with however, were
the rare occasions when she was forced to endure the sickness and
disorientation that came with the migraines that haunted her. That
Tuesday happened to be one of the days that Deloris was burdened by
the dark storm clouds of a serious headache. Even though she had dealt
with worse ones over the years, by the time she had made it to her
afternoon lunch break, Deloris decided surrender was the better part
of sensibility and informed her boss that she was going to take the
rest of the afternoon off.

By the time Deloris had clocked out and began her 20 minute trek home,
she instantly started to feel a little bit better by simply not having
to listen to the constant drone of the plant's loud engines pounding
in her ears. Taking a left hand turn that put her on the street she
lived, all the 42 year old woman could think about was getting out of
her clothes and spending the rest of the day closed up in her bedroom,
sleeping off the headache.

What Deloris saw as she neared her driveway however, caused her to
instantly recoil.

"Damn.. she's home already," Deloris hummed to herself, seeing Tina
was already home from work and knowing if Tina was home so was Kevin,
who was most likely lounging around as if he owned the place.

Pulling into the driveway with a determined scowl, Deloris fought the
urge to slam the car door shut, fearing the reverberations would only
cause her throbbing head to feel worse. After gently closing the car
door, Deloris turned and slowly started to make her way up the walk to
the front porch. Before she had even taken two full steps up onto the
porch however, a bone-jarring sense of disbelief overwhelmed the tired
woman.

The blood inside Deloris Shantz's veins seemed to freeze as her eyes
caught a peek inside the living room's huge bay window. An animalistic
gasp of shock escaped Deloris's mouth and her feet came to a paralysed
halt six feet from the glass. With a combination of disgust and
embarrassment, Deloris turned her head from the sight of her Daughter
and Kevin engaged in a brutal coupling inside. Standing there with her
head turned for more than a few agonizing moments, Deloris deliriously
tried to decide whether or not to burst into the house to put a stop
to the encounter or to simply disappear for a while and save herself
the trauma.

Her eyes glued to the ground, Deloris vacillated on the edge of the
porch for nearly a minute, trying to convince herself that what she
saw inside wasn't happening. Even though she was enough of a realist
to know that Tina and Kevin had been having sex under her roof, to
actually be confronted with it was something that caused Deloris's
stomach to roll.

Finally deciding to retreat back towards the driveway, the acid etched
image of Tina straddling Kevin's crotch filled Deloris's head as she
fumbled in her purse to find her car keys. By the time she had finally
turned the ignition and started to back out of the looping driveway,
to find a quiet place to calm her nerves, Deloris had no clue that
when she finally switched the gearshift into forward to drive off, at
that very moment, the 18 year old boy she had been allowing to live
under her roof was sending a scalding jet spray of jism deep into her
only Daughter's slurping womb.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in her numb hands, Deloris
anxiously but fruitlessly searched the floorboard for an extra pack of
cigarettes. "SHIT," She yelled out loud as she helplessly drove on,
fighting off the constant images of Kevin screwing Tina in her head as
she swerved aimlessly through traffic.

By the time Deloris had reached the safety of the local convenience
store's parking lot, she eased herself into a far away stall and sat
there trying to compose herself, sensing full well, Tina was less than
a mile away, cleansing her lazy boyfriend's cock with her thirsty
mouth.

"BITCH," Deloris angrily spat out, not knowing if she meant it for her
slut of a Daughter or possibly for her own cowardly weakness and
denied jealousy.

In desperate need of a smoke, Deloris peeled herself out of her car
and walked like a zombie across the lot. Once inside the store, she
seemed oblivious to the presence of the other people milling around as
she stoically asked the clerk for a pack of Marlboro Lights, handed
him $4 and turned without even getting her change.

Anxiously ripping the plastic off the top of the pack, Deloris scooted
back to her car, trying to muster the courage to return home to face
her Daughter and Kevin.

* * * * * 

Putting out the third cigarette she had smoked during the five minute
trip home, Deloris wheeled her vehicle into her driveway for the
second time that afternoon with a renewed determination to reclaim her
home as her own. Slamming the car door shut this time so everyone
around could hear, Deloris made it a point to stomp across the porch,
giving fair warning to the two inside that she had arrived.

Her purse swinging wildly against her shoulder as she beat a path to
the front door, Deloris's hand looked like a heat seeking missile as
it reached for the doorknob. Determined not to shy away from any
confrontation, Deloris didn't even attempt to sneak a peek inside the
window as she passed by to see if the two teenagers were still fucking
on the couch before she entered.

Forcing the front door open with commando fury, Deloris prepared to
yell at the two as soon as she entered but when she finally did step
into the house, all she saw was Kevin sitting shirtless on the sofa
with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

Casting a hateful glance at the lazy 18 year old, Deloris gathered all
her strength and slammed the front door shut, causing the physically
spent kid on the sofa to jump slightly.

"What they Hell was that for?" Kevin sarcastically asked the older
woman.

"Don't you worry what the Hell that was for... It's MY house... MY
name on the fucking rent check every month.. now shut up and get the
Hell out," Deloris angrily snarled as she slipped past the sofa for
the sanctuary of her kitchen.

As she passed by a still seated Kevin, Deloris could hear the shower
running from the bathroom down the hall and got a sick taste in her
mouth knowing why Tina was taking a shower and just what she was
trying to scrub off and out of her.

In a maddening rush, Deloris threw her purse onto the counter as she
made a beeline for the window that looked out over kitchen sink.
Finally able to allow the reservoir of tears that she was holding back
to flood down her cheeks, the disheveled woman sobbed to herself as
she looked out at two birds dancing on the electrical wire that looped
up to the house.

"Why the fuck can't I just fly away like them?" Deloris groaned
internally as the adrenaline of her embarrassment and anger pounded in
her head.

So loud was that pounding in fact, that Deloris didn't hear it when
Kevin sprung up off the sofa and started to make his way from the
living room into the kitchen. It wasn't until she felt the floor begin
to vibrate underneath her feet that she knew Tina's imposing boyfriend
was creeping up behind her. Turning her head meekly to the right so
she could steal a glance at him over her shoulder, Deloris cringed
when she saw his brooding, shirtless frame closing in.
"All he wants is another beer from the refrigerator," Deloris tried
telling herself reassuringly as she dabbed awkwardly at the stream of
tears leaking down her cheek.

"Leave me alone," Deloris heard herself beg, in a voice she barely
recognized as her own.

Allowing her slanted gaze to drift even lower, Deloris couldn't help
but notice the protruding bulge and matching wet spot that lined the
front of the teenager's cut off sweatshorts.

Twisting her head forward immediately, Deloris gulped from seeing the
unmistakable evidence of the boy's youthful virility, and the
comprehension of what it had just been used for.

Clenching her teeth together, Deloris bravely kept her gaze trained
forward, hoping all Kevin wanted in the kitchen was to get him
something cold to drink. Waiting in perplexed silence for the sound of
the refrigerator door to open, Deloris's heart sank with each moment
that passed when the door didn't.

She could hear Kevin's breathing become shallower and shallower as he
closed in from behind until her legs nearly went limp when he came to
a halt only inches from her rear.

Gripping both hands tightly around the edge of the sink, Deloris felt
as if a monster was examining her from behind. Fighting to take every
breath she could, Deloris literally shrieked out loud when Kevin
nimbly pressed his crotch forward, causing his concealed penis to
lightly tap the back of her exposed leg.

Her foundation turning completely to jelly, Deloris gripped the sink
as if her life depended on it as Kevin playfully and patiently rubbed
his wet, protruding but sheathed rock back and forth against her bare
goose-pimpled skin.

"Errgghh," Deloris moaned, nearly inaudibly, as she listened for the
shower in the other room. "I can't... I can't.... we can't.. leave me
alone... can't... She'll catch us.... stop."

"No," Kevin emotionlessly replied. 

Unable to hear a single crack or hint of conscience in Kevin's dry
answer, Deloris slammed her eye lids shut an instant before the 18
year old's left hand reached around her body and clasped tightly
around sweaty hand.

Like a bear in a trap, Deloris squirmed in a tepid fit of resistance
before realizing she was no match for the brooding and careless
youngster. Feeling her elbow and shoulder joint cruelly twisted
backwards, Deloris cringed out loud when her left arm was completely
folded behind her back as if a cop was preparing to handcuff her.

Despite the fact that her circulation was slowly decreasing in the
arm, Deloris's numb fingers could still feel the moist cottony texture
of Kevin's cumstained shorts as he glided her hand back and forth
across his clothed erection.

"URGGHH," Deloris muttered, her gaze still trained forward. 

"You know where that cock's been don't ya.. Huh.. you know exactly why
that things so sloppy right now... why do you think your Daughter's in
there taking a shower... .. umhummm," Kevin groaned harshly into the
older woman's reddened ear.

Deloris understood with sick clarity why Kevin's manhood was in such
shape, in fact she found herself having to close her eyes because the
brief snippet of memory of seeing the two entwined on the sofa when
she came home the first time was playing like a big screen picture,
over and over, in the glass window right in front of her bloodless
face.

"Stop," the 42 year old woman meekly trembled. "She'll.... catch
you..."

"You don't want me to," Kevin spat back confidently, "You jealous,
conniving little Bitch.... you ain't had a man in so long.. it makes
you sick that your little prissy Daughter can get it anytime she
wants!"

"Arrgghh," Deloris squirmed, as Kevin's pointed words and throbbing
cock caused her entire mind and body to dangerously sway. "Noooo," She
aimlessly whispered, knowing Kevin's accusation was completely
prophetic.

Grinding Deloris's hand against his freshly aroused cock, Kevin
brazenly taunted down to his girlfriend's Mom in a relentless hiss.

"I just fucked Tina with that.. right before you came home.. and now
she's in there in the shower.. and you know what... she's gonna come
out of that bathroom in a few minutes with a towel wrapped around that
sweet little body of hers... and she's gonna pissed to see you home
early from work... cause she's gonna be ready to fuck again... she
can't get enough and when she sees you standing there.. she ain't
gonna be very fucking happy!" Kevin mockingly bellowed.

Looking down over the older woman's trembling shoulder, Kevin was
emboldened by the sight of Deloris's two nipples straining mightily
out of the front of her sheer white top.

"Good God Bitch.. you ain't been fucked in so long have you.. I can
smell it from here," He wickedly continued.

With his left hand still gripping Deloris's against his crotch, Kevin
reached forward with his right arm and guided it between the flinching
woman's waist and the sink in front of her. Flexing his long, rough
fingers outwards, Kevin closed his palm right over top of Tina's Mom's
crotch.

"Spread your legs... APART, Kevin haughtily ordered as he felt every
drop of blood in his body rush towards his burning penis.

"OHH.. YEAH.. that's right.. you hand feels just like Tina's does when
she gives me a hand job through my pants.. did you teach her how to do
that... Huh?" Kevin taunted, using the older woman's secured hand like
a paint roller against his genitals.

Pressing his fingertips all the way down against the front of
Deloris's pants, Kevin leaned in and bit his front teeth down roughly
around the stunned woman's earlobe at the same time he palmed her
crotch.

"Don't turn around.. keep your fucking face forward!", Kevin ordered,
sensing the older woman's will to turn around and face him.

"Just like I thought," He beamed proudly the moment he was able to
swim his fingers inside her pants and rub them against the soaked and
swampy material of Deloris's lacey pink panties. "You're all wet down
there.. how about that?"

With Tina's Mom's left hand clenched inside of his, forced to massage
his fleshy phallic log through his cumstained shorts, and her right
hand still tightly wrapped around the sink's edge for support, Kevin
knew he had the older woman primed for his next move.

Digging his index and middle fingers directly into Deloris's molten
gash, the seething teenager took sick pride in the way Ms. Shantz's
legs turned to mush in front of him as his probing digits disappeared
inside her undersexed quim.

"That pussy of yours hasn't been fucked in years has it.. its tighter
than Tina's by far, Kevin groaned wonderously, feeling the warmth of
Deloris's feminine porage coat his corkscrewing right hand.

"Please.. don't do this.. Kevin.. please ahh.. ahh.. ahhh... not
here.... she' gonna catch us... ahhh.. stop.. ," Deloris gasped, her
head bobbing back and forth on her neck as if it were filled with
helium. "What.. what if she......"

"Don't worry about that.... just shut up and keep fucking my fingers
Bitch!" Kevin laughed cruelly.

Working his right hand into the opened slit of Deloris's pants,
Kevin's wrist feverishly arched in and out of her shorts as he
molested her steaming pussy. At the same time he was fondling her,
Kevin held her left hand behind her back with the ferocity of a madman
as he forced his girlfriend's cowering Mother to give him a handjob.

"MMMPPHH," Deloris groaned in aroused dismay. 

"Uh.. huh.. you like that don't ya.. you like it when a man takes
over.. makes you his little slut... I can see where Tina gets it from
now.. you're both cock hungry sluts.. only difference is she goes out
and gets it anytime she wants and all you do is lay in that bed of
yours at night trying to hold your breath listening for the sounds of
me fucking her.. ain't that right!" Kevin nastily insinuated.

"ARGGHH," was all Deloris could muster as she blushed from Kevin's
evil but true accusation.

"Yeah.... TAKE THAT.. YEAAAHHHH... squeeze my dick hard Bitch," Kevin
shouted through clenched teeth, right into Deloris's horrifed but
tingling ears. "You feel how hard it is... I only used it 10 minutes
ago and feel it.. its all hard again.. ever been with a man who could
get it back up that fast.. Tina's getting ready to finish her shower
and I guarenDAMNtee you all she's thinkin' about right now is coming
back in here and sucking it some more... what do you think she's gonna
think when she's sees her Witch of a Mom in the kitchen trampling all
over her turf.. HUH... all bent over like a Bitch in heat letting him
have his way with her.. HUH?"

"URRGGHH," Deloris desperately squealed, her first non-self created
orgasm in over a year now rising in her body like a burgeoning
tsunami.

"Is it coming Deloris.. huh.. can you feel it rising up in your body..
can you.. Fuck knows I can.. all this hot shit drippin' out your pussy
right now would take the paint off a car.. come on.. COME ON.. why
don't you cum for me.. just like Tina does every time I nail her," The
sadistic teenager breathlessly spat as the woman withering in his arms
began to lose all control.

"AAAAAAHHHHMMMPPHHHAAAAAMMMHHHH," Deloris shrieked manically until her
brown eyes rolled back in their sockets as she bucked like a convicted
killer being executed between Kevin and the sink.

"Come on Bitch.. let all that cum bleed out of your cunt... YEAHAAHH..
soak those panties of yours.. YEAH.. COME ON.. soak my hand so I can
make you lick it off!" Kevin snarled, relentlessly keeping his assault
up until he heard Tina cut the shower off in the next room.

Squeezing Deloris's body tightly against his, Kevin savagely bit down
on the back of the moaning woman's sweaty neck as he continued to
force her left hand to fondle his pulsing dick.

Keeping his right hand buried inside of Deloris's pants, Kevin rapidly
rubbed his fingers across the aching woman's greasy and erect clit
until he could feel her spent body starting to drift towards the
floor. Pulling back at the last possible moment, Kevin grinned
wickedly seeing Deloris's hands helplessly flail out to catch herself
from falling to her knees.

Admiring the beads of sweat that dribbled down Deloris's slightly
graying reddish/brown hair and the way her shorts were stripped
halfway down her lily white ass, Kevin reached inside the fridge to
grab a beer as he watched Tina's mom desperately try to pull herself
together before her Daughter came out of the bathroom.

Walking over to Deloris one last time, Kevin reached around her
quivering body and grabbed each of her full breasts in his hand,
cupping them as if he owned them as he kissed her with feigned love,
gently on her cheek.

Sticking his cum-smeared fingers against Deloris's parched lips, Kevin
rolled them like a Popsicle into the woman's mouth until she was
forced to swallowed the own nutrients of her guilty and depraved lust.

"Slut," he scolded Deloris silently as heard the bathroom door squeak
open and Tina's footsteps start making their way up the hall.

Watching with sick humor as Deloris awkwardly tried pulling her shorts
back up to button them, Kevin could see several streams of coal black
mascara sliding down the woman's face as she raised her arm to attempt
to wipe away the residue. Standing there watching the older woman for
one last pleasing moment, Kevin finally turned towards the entrance to
the kitchen and waited for Tina to turn the corner.

Just as he expected, Tina sauntered into the kitchen, wrapped in a
white towel that barely covered her breasts. Kevin watched her
expression intently, waiting for it to dawn on his girlfriend that her
Mother was standing there, home early from work.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tina's voice cracked, the moment
she saw her half sobbing Mother standing by the sink.

The two women stared down each other for the better part of a half a
minute before Tina turned towards Kevin to get any hint of what might
be happening.

Kevin simply shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hall towards
Tina's room to grab his bags, leaving the two women alone while he
gathered his stuff to leave.

Pure, unadulterated silence reigned in the house as Kevin stuffed his
clothes into his two bags before heading out. Walking back out into
the main part of the house, Kevin could feel Tina's eyes burning a
hole through him as he emerged from the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Tina angrily asked, alternating her rattlesnake
like gaze between her boyfriend and Mom.

"I don't know... don't worry about it," Kevin replied coyly. "I was
simply told that it was time to leave... See ya."

With that simple, sarcastically polite gesture, Kevin was out the
door, leaving the two generations of the Shantz females to tear each
other apart. Putting his right hand up to his face as he lit a
cigarette, Kevin couldn't help but breathe in Deloris's arousal as it
coated his fingers at the same time Tina's cum was also crusting
around his cock. The irony of that wasn't lost of Kevin Ralston as he
walked down the street to find another place to stay, knowing full
well that both the women he had brought to orgasm within the past hour
were in the townhouse directly behind him, having it out...

Part 2 coming soon

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