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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors.
While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not
intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage
children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes
only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly
encouraged not to read this.
This is the fifth chapter of what will be a continuing series
depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical
suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this
series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that
particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes.
Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view
of one member of the family.
We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments andsuggestions.
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Story codes: (M/+f, f/f, F/m, inc, family, teen, rough, reluc,
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Harper Valley USA By Filthy Fiction
Chapter Five
The Car Wash
It was Jonathan's idea to send Tiffany down to make small talk
with Ashley and the girls awaiting them outside. Shannon
shuffled into the bathroom to quickly tidy up and mentally pull
herself together. She slid out of her moist, tattered blue
pantyhose and slung them over the shower rod. Jonathan quietly
appeared beside her.
"Hey," Shannon said, facing the mirror as she powdered her
glistening face. Her glowing smile warmly welcomed him as her
hazel eyes opened with the bright exuberance of a young girl
freshly fucked. "God, Johnny," she said, still trembling. "You
really know how to fuck. That was unbelievable."
Jonathan blushed. Her freshly worn pantyhose caught his
immediate attention. Without saying a word, he reached up and
slowly slid them down. He took the soft pantyhose and blissfully
smoothed them alongside of his cheek. Shannon paused as she
awkwardly wavered between casually glancing over her shoulder or
quietly pretending not to notice.
With humble eyes, Jonathan turned to Shannon and whispered,
"Would you mind if I keep these?"
Shannon blinked. For once, she seemed at a loss for words.
"Uh," she paused. "Sure, I guess so. I mean, if they're that
important to you."
Jonathan slowly nodded. "They are," he told her. "I'd like to
keep them. That way, I'll never forget."
Shannon sighed. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. As
she leaned back, she smiled once more and warmly answered,
"That's very sweet." She held the thought for a second and then
looked him squarely in the eyes. "But honestly," she added, "if
you were worried that I might never let you fuck me again, then
I've got news for you." She reached over and gently palmed the
ever-present bulge in his shorts. "I want this cock back inside
me...and I mean soon." She gently squeezed.
The thought alone made Jonathan feel like bending her ass over
the sink right then and there. Still, with his sister and her
friends waiting downstairs, he realized they would both have to
wait for a better time. He lovingly caressed the comforting
fabric between his tightly wrapped fingers, before carefully
stashing them in his pocket.
"We'd better go," he said. Shannon followed as Jonathan exited
the bathroom. She slipped on the stretchy white bottom of her
bikini, then re-wrapped the silky purple sarong around her hips.
She stepped into a pair of simple black flip-flops and led
Jonathan back downstairs.
While Shannon and Jonathan shared their intimate moment, Tiffany
hustled down to keep Ashley and the other girls busy. Ashley sat
behind the wheel. Danielle always rode shotgun. Naomi sat alone
in the back seat. Tiffany climbed in and slid beside her.
Naomi's family was from Japan. They had just moved to Cedar
Springs from Seattle two years before. Being one of the few
Asian families in town, Tiffany felt she should do her part to
make the new girl feel welcome. They often studied in the
library and ate lunch together. Tiffany would always bring her
to all the cool parties. Naturally, being seen with someone of
Tiffany's caliber also brought plenty of attention to the genial,
fair- skinned and raven-haired beauty herself.
"Damn, Tiff," said Naomi, scanning Tiffany up and down. "That
bikini looks hot." Tiffany smiled, scooted over and gave Naomi a
brief hug.
"You think so?" Tiffany said, with an insecure whine. "You don't
think it's too small?"
"No," Naomi laughed. "I just think your boobs are getting too
big."
Tiffany laughed, taking Naomi's friendly joke as the compliment
it was intended. She greeted Ashley with a mild hello, then
waved to Danielle who was busy checking her hair and make-up in
the overhead mirror
Ashley Summers was the epicenter of this particular
suburban teen universe. All the boys dreamed about having her,
while all the girls dreamed about being her. That is, all the
girls except Tiffany Harper.
Tiffany made little effort to hide her opinion that Ashley was a
phony. Her big, poofy, air-blown hair was naturally light brown,
but Ashley bleached it a gaudy platinum blonde. She never left
the house without anything less than full make-up. Her parents
had paid for a whole host of cosmetic surgeries on everything,
including her nose, her lips and, most obviously, her tits, which
Tiffany referred to as `the silicone shelf.'
Ashley's main partner-in-crime was the fetching Danielle
Moriarty, a wispy, long- stemmed beauty with clear olive skin and
short cinnamon-brown hair cropped beneath her ears and streaked
with blonde highlights that glittered like gold dust around her
narrow face and haunting green eyes. Danielle worked as a
part-time fashion model. She had obvious (and constantly
mentioned) aspirations of leaving the small town to work the
runways of Paris, Milan and New York. Her short list of
professional credits had already given her an air of superiority.
She was more used to men staring at her than even Ashley was,
which perhaps made her an even bigger snob.
Tiffany didn't care much for Danielle either. She seemed to
enjoy going out of her way to make everyone around her feel
inferior.
As Shannon and Jonathan dallied upstairs, Tiffany did her best to
make small talk with Ashley and the others.
"So," Tiffany said, leaning toward the driver's seat. "What's up
with you and that guy from Bristol?" she asked, casually
referring to the latest in a string of drinking-age frat boys, to
whom the 17-year-old head cheerleader was usually attached.
Ashley shrugged and answered bluntly.
"I dumped his sorry ass," she said, in her typically smug tone.
"He had a small cock and a small credit limit."
Tiffany joked along. "Hmm, I can't imagine which is worse," she
said. "Does this mean you're available now?"
"Available?" Ashley wondered. "For what?"
"Nothing in particular," Tiffany answered evasively. "I just
know someone you might want to meet."
"Really," said Ashley. Her interest piqued. "Is he local?"
"Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "But I wouldn't hold that against
him."
"What school?"
Tiffany cleared her throat and timidly whispered, "Madison."
Ashley began laughing. "What do you mean, Madison?" she said.
"That's junior high!"
Tiffany found herself laughing, too. "I know," she said.
"That's the funny thing about it. He's only thirteen."
Ashley laughed out loud. "Stop it," she said, slapping the
steering wheel. "You're gonna make me pee."
"But I'm serious," said Tiffany, lowering her tone to hopefully
disguise the nervousness in her fluttery voice. "What if I told
you there was this really cute boy from Madison, smart, funny and
good-looking, who really wanted a date with you? Would you do
it, like, you know...if no one ever found out?"
Ashley wiped the tears from her eyes. She blinked once or twice
and gave Tiffany a worried glance.
"You're really not kidding, are you?" Ashley said. "Jesus, Tiff,
do you really think I could ever get that desperate?" She
paused, holding her arms out conceitedly. "I mean, come on,
Tiff. Look at me. I've got dates lined up until social security
rolls in."
"Fine," Tiffany said. "Forget it. You're right. I'm being
ridiculous. I just thought, well...nevermind."
"Thought what," said the bottle blonde. "You can't leave me
hanging now. You brought this up."
"Well," Tiffany said, breathing to bolster her confidence. "Jill
Robbins told me that you never back down from a challenge. She
told me that one time she dared you to flash the teacher during
wood shop and you did it."
"So," Ashley said, with a hard stare. "What are you saying,
Tiff? Are you daring me to meet this boy?"
Tiffany held firm. She squared her shoulders and looked Ashley
dead in the eye.
"Of course not," she calmly answered. "I mean, it's not like it
would be any real challenge for you anyway. He's just a kid. I
already know you're only interested in men."
Ashley lowered her voice and spoke pointedly. "Exactly," she
said. "Strong, fully grown men. Not little boys."
As the girls talked, Shannon and Jonathan appeared on the front
porch. Shannon was kind enough to help Jonathan carry his things
to the car.
As Shannon climbed in, Ashley greeted her with a scornful sneer
and a snide remark.
"Nice of you to finally join us," she said. "What took you so
long? Couldn't find any clean sheets to cover your big ass?"
"That's right," Shannon quickly retorted. "But I'll be happy to
take it off whenever you're ready to kiss it."
Ashley smirked. As Jonathan got in, Danielle turned to Ashley
with a hard frown.
""Who invited him?" she said.
Shannon answered before Tiffany could speak.
"I did," she said boldly. "My brother made other plans, so I
asked Tiffany to bring Jonathan in case we need an extra pair of
hands. Is that a problem?"
Ashley shrugged. "Whatever," she said, "as long as his cut comes
out of your end."
Shannon and Tiffany looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"That won't be an issue," Shannon answered, before quickly
changing the subject. "Hey, did you guys hear that Nick Randall
broke up with Caitlin Stewart last night?"
"No way!" Naomi said. "Two weeks before homecoming?"
Shannon nodded. "Not only that. The rumor is he's screwing Lisa
Garcia."
"Shut the fuck up," Danielle said. "Isn't her brother in agang?"
"No way," Tiffany said. "Monica went out with Tony for like three
weeks. He's not a bad guy. He's just been in a few fights."
"Yeah, exactly," Danielle continued. "I heard one guy called his
sister a 'stupid Mexican bitch' and Tony beat the living shit out
of him." She turned back to Shannon. "Are you sure it's true
about her and Nick?"
"I don't know," Shannon said, with a shrug. "It's just a rumor."
"No, it isn't," Ashley said. The car went silent. "I know for a
fact that Nick has already fucked her at least once."
"How would you know?" Tiffany said.
"Yeah," Danielle added. "Talk, bitch. Unless you want me to show
a few people your before-and-after pictures."
Ashley bristled. Shannon covered her mouth, smothering a laugh.
"Fine," Ashley said. "I'll talk. But if you want to play that
game, I can always tell people how you let Josh Brody fuck you in
the ass freshman year."
Danielle pressed her lips angrily. "If you ever did that, I'd
have no choice but to slice your god damn throat. Besides, you
know I was doing a lot of Ex back then, anyway."
Shannon snickered and muttered under her breath, "Still are."
Naomi chimed in anxiously. "So, come on, Ash," she begged
impatiently. "Tell us what happened."
Ashley shifted into drive and started down the road as she began
to explain.
"We were all hanging out at Kevin's house about a week ago," she
said. "Jill and Monica. Matt and Josh. All those guys. After
they left, Lisa and I were still there hanging out. I had
promised I would give her a ride home. Anyway, she was pretty
wasted. Then, Nick just sort of pounced on her and they started
making out. After a while, I kind of dozed off, but when I woke
up, I couldn't find Nick, Lisa or Kevin anywhere. That's when I
heard noises coming from Kevin's bedroom."
"No way!" Naomi said in total shock. "Don't even say it."
"I swear to God," Ashley said. "When I peeked into Kevin's room,
all three of them were in there together. Lisa was on her hands
and knees, getting screwed by Nick on one end, while Kevin got
sucked off on the other."
Danielle frowned with disbelief. "I can't believe I'm just
hearing about this."
Ashley shrugged. "She swore me to secrecy," she replied. "And
as you can see, obviously my word isn't worth shit. Still, from
what I hear, Nick really does like her. Kevin just wanted to get
laid."
"Kevin is just a prick," Naomi said.
"Yeah," Shannon agreed. "It just happens to be a really big
prick," she said, grinning. All the girls knowingly smiled at
each other and started laughing.
After a short drive, the group arrived at their chosen location.
The car wash was being held in a vacant lot behind the little
strip mall on 16th and Catalina, just off Route 33. Everyone
agreed this would be a prime location to lure in as many
motorists as possible. The guy who owned the property did
regular business with Tiffany's father, so he willingly agreed to
let them use the facilities as a personal favor. When it came
time to choosing a girl who would stand on the corner and draw
attention, Ashley and Tiffany, were the only two candidates.
They flipped a coin. Tiffany won. Ashley was elected to hold
the sign.
Ashley had no complaints about Tiffany's decision. She preferred
work that didn't force her to get her hands dirty. She also
seemed quite confident, given her stunning appearance, that she
was the best girl for the job.
Her microscopic white string bikini was nothing but three little
triangles, two on top, and one inverted below. The tiny strips
of white cloth made a futile effort to cover her inflated chest,
like two cotton slingshots stretched around a pair of sun-tanned
bowling balls. To complete her invisible ensemble, she naturally
wore a tall pair of white platform fuck-me pumps.
With her long, fluffy, blinding yellow hair and the
traffic-stopping size of her stiff, pylon- shaped headlights, she
strutted back and forth like a veteran streetwalker, holding up a
large cardboard sign that read, in big, bold letters: "Bikini Car
Wash." Within five minutes, a dozen cars were lined up around
the corner. Eager male drivers sat bumper to bumper, patiently
waiting their turn.
First up, two flannel-shirt wearing construction workers in a
late model Ford pick-up. The burly driver pointed out of his
open window and stated in no uncertain terms that he wanted his
truck done by "that hot little blonde and the cute Asian chick."
Tiffany eagerly nodded and waved to him cheerfully. She set her
hand on the small of Naomi's back and together they languidly
strolled over wearing matching smiles.
Naomi looked magnificent in her midnight blue bra top, with her
creamy thighs completely exposed by a matching French-cut thong.
Her sable hair spilled over her round shoulders like black oil.
Her thin lips and subtle nose were wondrously offset by the
feline mystique of her dark almond-shaped eyes. Her slinky walk
was cat-like as well, shoulders swaying in sensuous rhythm with
her seductively rolling hips.
Naomi grabbed the water hose and judiciously sprinkled the
sparkling water over her face and chest. She made sure her whole
body was completely soaked, before even beginning to rinse off
the rumbling vehicle.
As Naomi doused herself, Tiffany made a showy performance of
peeling down her snug ass-squeezing white Capris. With her back
turned, she listened as the men cheered, and could almost feel
the heat of their lustful stares, as she bent over and wrestled
the tight pants down to the ground.
With all the experience garnered by teasing her father and
brother, Tiffany knew how to work her audience into a hot
slobbering frenzy. Naomi wasn't as confident, but Tiffany helped
her forget the crowd, as they chased each other with large,
water-filled buckets and endlessly drenched their firm young
bodies in cold foamy wetness.
With Naomi and Tiffany already busy, Shannon and Jonathan grabbed
Danielle and went to work on the next car in line. Danielle
didn't appear quite as jovial and carefree as her fellow car
washers. With her frequent sighs and constant pouting, she
looked rather annoyed and disinterested by the whole thing.
After thirty minutes, she was already complaining, while she and
Shannon scrubbed down a gold Mercedes.
"God," she said, with a heavy sigh. "I haven't had to put
up with this much physical labor since my mother gave birth."
Shannon mockingly puckered out her bottom lip. "Oh, you poor
thing," she answered back. "C'mon, Danni," she added. "I know
it doesn't pay like a fashion show, but you have to admit, so far
these guys have been tipping pretty well."
Jonathan nodded. "Shannon's right," he said. "So far, I think
we've already pulled in about a hundred bucks."
Shannon tipped her head and lightly gestured toward Jonathan
after hearing him confirm her point. "Like I said," she added,
then smiling. "Besides, this is actually kind of fun."
"Yeah," Danielle smirked. "Kind of..."
"Well," Shannon replied facetiously. "For what it's worth, after
today, I can finally stop accusing of you being a lazy prima
donna."
Danielle leaned back, with her hands on her hips, and tossed her
breezy brown hair. "I am a lazy prima donna," she admitted.
"But I still look good." She almost smiled. "Besides, I'm not
really here to help, anyway. I'm just looking for a hot guy with
a Porsche."
Shannon just shook her head and quietly rolled her eyes. She
turned to see Tiffany walking back with a wad of cash in her
hand. Naomi followed. The two men in the Ford pick-up had given
them $20 dollars each. Their truck didn't look much cleaner, but
they did drive away with some pretty big smiles on their faces.
"Ooooh," Shannon said, as she snatched the money from Tiffany's
hand and brought it up to her nose for a hearty sniff. "I love
the smell of cold hard cash in the morning," she said. "Smells
like...teen spirit."
Naomi laughed. Danielle kept sulking. Tiffany whispered a
hair-raising proposition.
"You know, I've been thinking," she said. "What would you guys
say if I told you there was a way we could easily triple the
money we've made so far?"
"I'd say, keep talking," said Danielle.
"Yeah," Naomi said. "Let's hear it."
"Okay," Tiffany said. "Shannon, why don't you come stand over
here and allow me to demonstrate?"
Shannon wasn't sure why she had been chosen, but she walked over
and stood in front of Tiffany with a cautious look on her face.
With no warning, Tiffany took the water hose and aimed it right
at Shannon's chest. As she squeezed the trigger, icy cold water
completely soaked her friend's little white half-shirt.
Shannon's nipples jumped out hard as stone. Her soaking wet top
was rendered all but see-through. She shrieked and then scurried
behind Danielle, whom Tiffany showered with far less compassion.
In typical fashion, Danielle refused to give Tiffany the benefit
of an animated response. She let the frigid water slap every
inch of her cold lifeless body, which she loftily presented in a
strapless teal bikini. She then turned around, leaned forward
and placed both hands on the slope of her butt. A downpour of
cold water generously flowed over the humps of her compact
derriere. A frenzy of howls and whistles instantly broke out as
the male patrons vocally approved.
When Tiffany was done wetting down Shannon and Danielle, she
turned and saw Ashley marching back to join the commotion. The
platinum blonde had certainly done her part to drum up business.
She clearly was not enthused about being left outside the
spotlight.
Meanwhile, Shannon and Naomi looked at each other anxiously as
they realized what Tiffany had in mind.
"I don't know, Tiff," Shannon said cautiously. "Can't you get
arrested for stuff like that?"
Tiffany smiled. As if on cue, she promptly unveiled her soft,
pendulous, all natural C- cups. "Not if the cops are looking for
a free show," she said, with a naughty jiggle.
Jonathan then strolled over with yet another generous handful of
money from their last customer.
"That's fifty more dollars from the guy in the gold Mercedes," he
said. Then, he noticed Tiffany standing there topless. He
looked over and saw Naomi staring at his sister as if she had
sprouted antlers.
"Tiffany!" Naomi shouted. "What are you doing?"
"Really, Tiff," Danielle said. "Not in front of your brother."
"It's okay," Tiffany said. "He sees me naked all the time." She
smiled. "Johnny, you're not embarrassed, are you?"
Jonathan looked her over. He then looked at all of her friends,
who were all staring back at him.
"You know something, ladies," he said, flexing his eyebrows as he
raised the crisp $50 bill and snapped it between his hands. "I
think we've done enough screwing around. Let's make some real
money."
In that moment, Jonathan took control. He walked over to each
and every car and collected money from all those who wanted to
stay and watch Tiffany and her four luscious friends put on a
real show.
A guy in a red Mustang pulled up and said, "How much for the tall
blonde to get naked?"
"Twenty bucks," Jonathan said. The money was quickly stuffed in
his hand.
With no desire to be outdone by the likes of Tiffany Harper,
Ashley walked over to the red Mustang and proudly stood by the
driver's window. She turned, bent over and wiggled her round,
spankable butt. She reached behind, undid the knot, then turned
facing forward as she untied the knot around her neck. Gravity
did the rest. She kept her arms by her sides and held her
forearms around her belly, pushing her lofty breasts together as
the wind blew her hair away from her face.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" Jonathan said, like a seasoned pimp.
"You want to see more?"
The man in the Mustang told him he wanted to see as much as
possible. Jonathan whistled toward the other girls who were busy
entertaining as well.
"Danielle!" He shouted. "Over here!"
The slim, long-legged beauty strutted provocatively, with her
clear acrylic platforms clicking against the asphalt. She
sauntered over and stood next to Ashley, glaring at Jonathan with
callousness in her arrogant green eyes.
Unruffled, Jonathan looked at the man in the red Mustang and said
bluntly, "Give me an extra thirty and these two will make out."
The money was quickly produced. Ashley smiled at Danielle. This
wouldn't be the first time the two had kissed. Danielle wrapped
her arms around Ashley's waist. Ashley squished her huge tits
against Danielle's flatter chest. Their lips melded in a long
series of slow, delicate kisses that grew wetter and steamier as
their tongues slithered around each other's mouths.
"This is unbelievable," said the driver. "Dude, where did you
find these girls?"
Jonathan just smiled and said, "They're friends of my sister."
"Your sister?" The man repeated. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Nope," Jonathan said, pointing. "That's her over there. The
short blonde in the yellow."
"Holy shit," the older man said. "I have to call one of my
buddies. He's not gonna believe this." He looked up at
Jonathan, as he dialed his cell phone and said, "You don't mind
if I invite a friend down, do you?"
"Hey," the kid said. "As long as he brings plenty of cash, he's
more than welcome."
As the man in the car waited for his friend to answer, Ashley
bent over, slid through his open window and whispered
not-so-innocently.
"So, do you still want your car washed?"
The driver looked up and shut his phone off. His gaping eyes
openly wandered over Ashley's naked breasts.
"Honey," he said matter-of-factly. "Forget about that. Looking
at you has my dick harder than a crowbar right now."
"Oh," she said, raising one eyebrow as she leaned her head to the
side. "Were you hoping that Danni and I could maybe do something
about that for you?"
"Hell yeah," he answered directly. "Name your price."
Jonathan cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he said
intrusively. "But, uh, I handle all the negotiations here,sir."
"My name's Russ," he said. "And just who the hell are you?"
"That isn't important," Jonathan answered. "What is important
is that you pay us up front? House rules."
Russ chuckled. "Well, isn't this some pretty horse shit," he
said, shaking his head as he pulled out his wallet. "You kids
had me going for a while with this car wash business." He leafed
through a handful of hundred dollar bills. "But this is one
pretty serious racket you've got going on here. I'll tell you
what. Give you two hundred for both."
"Four hundred," Jonathan said.
The man gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and tightly
squeezed the money in his fist.
"Damn," he finally answered. "Three hundred. Final offer."
"Done," Jonathan said, as he planned to keep a hundred for
himself. He reached forward, took the cash and then turned back
to Ashley and Danielle. "Don't keep the customers waiting."
The snobby girls stood there with panic on their heavily made-up
faces. Nervous glances darted back and forth. They never really
expected things to go this far. Yet, both stubbornly refused to
be the first to back down.
"All three of us won't fit in there," Ashley said, as if her
simple observation might somehow change their plight.
"Of course not," Russ said. "Besides, I don't want those razor
blades you call fingernails scratching up my leather seats
anyway. I'll pull around behind the building and we can do it
right back there."
Russ didn't hang around waiting for an answer. He revved up and
wheeled off to the back of the mall, where he parked beside one
of those huge brown garbage dumpsters.
Tiffany used Shannon and Naomi to keep the other men distracted,
while Jonathan escorted his ladies to their first client. He
told them that he would watch from a safe distance, just in case
Russ got out of hand.
Upon seeing Russ casually leaning against his car, with a lit
cigarette burning from his mouth, Ashley was the first to cave.
"I can't do this," she relented anxiously. "I don't care about
the money. This is crazy. We don't even know this guy."
"Oh, grow up," Danielle said. "You put out for money all the
time. You just won't admit it to yourself. Your parents aren't
the ones paying for all those clothes, that perfume and your
jewelry. And I don't see you working after school either. So
stop kidding yourself."
"Fuck you, Danni!" Ashley lashed back. "This isn't about money.
So what if I like having boyfriends that can afford to buy me
nice gifts. At least, I'm not the one getting so fucking wasted
that I can't even remember having some guy's dick up my ass!"
Danielle growled. "I told you not to talk about that anymore!"
Jonathan intervened. "Girls, girls, come on," he said. "Enough
squabbling. Don't make this harder than it needs to be. All
you've got to do is go over there and get that guy's rocks off.
It doesn't matter how you do it. He's already paid for it.
Besides, he's probably so wound up already that he'll probably
cum in like two seconds. At that point, your work is done."
Ashley quietly stared at him for a moment. "How old are you
again?"
"Thirteen," he simply answered. "Fourteen in March. Why?"
"Just wondering," she said. She turned to Danielle. "You know
he's right, don't you?"
"Of course, he is," Danielle said. "He's the only out here
making any freakin' sense."
Ashley nodded. "Let's go show this guy our school spirit."
"Go team," Danielle said, with the biggest smile she'd shown all
day.
As the two girls made their casual approach, Russ looked up,
dropped his cigarette and squashed it under his boot.
"Now," he said, waving them over with his hand. "Come over here
and show me what little girls are made of."
Ashley bravely slid up to his right side. She struggled to
ignore the strong stench of Marlboro cigarettes wafting from his
clothes.
"What would you like?" she purred temptingly.
Russ made no ceremony of yanking down his zipper. He reached in
and hauled out his eagerly stiff cock.
"You can start by sucking on this fat hog."
Both girls glanced at each other and then promptly sank to their
knees. They clearly preferred the idea of sucking his cock over
bringing their lips anywhere near those filthy yellow-stained
teeth in his sooty tobacco-ridden mouth.
His so-called hog wasn't particularly impressive in either length
or girth. There was certainly nothing fat about it. Such
adjectives would have to be saved for that spare tire hanging
over his belt. His lopsided balls hung disturbing low, while the
bloated tip of his angled cock was already oozing with pre-cum.
"Now, come on," Russ insisted. "Don't act like this is your
first time on the job. Get those pretty lips down there."
Ashley turned to Danielle. Danielle raised her eyebrows
expectantly. When Ashley still wouldn't move, Danielle leaned in
and flicked her tongue across the tip. The briny flavor of semen
riddled her delicate taste buds. She flinched hard, shuddering
with distaste.
Seeing Danielle's courage made Ashley decide to test the waters.
She moved in and kissed the crown with her moist puckered lips.
Her tongue swept across the head. The flavor of cum settled in
her mouth. She smacked her lips once or twice. The flavor was
pretty bitter, but not terribly unpleasant. A second lick
floated up his shaft. She curled her fingers around the head and
gently started stroking. Russ grunted with approval as her
soft, but secure grip slid down the length of his hardy plank.
"There you go, honey." His hips slowly churned. "Work that cock
with those fingers."
Ashley smiled. Jonathan was right. At this rate, he would never
last long.
His rampant cock bumped against her unyielding lips, eager for
the teenage blonde to polish his throbbing knob.
"Go on, now," he urged. "It won't bite."
Ashley held back. Perhaps, the smell of beer and cigarettes
reminded her of her absent father, an airline pilot who was
always traveling. Rumors claimed there were lots of other women
in the many different cities where he often flew. Her mother
rejected these rumors and routinely encouraged Ashley to do the
same. Ashley would often employ various methods to shove these
disturbing thoughts from her head. Such methods certainly did
not preclude anything like sneaking behind a public building and
recklessly stuffing her mouth with some dirty stranger's cock.
After a moment's pause, Ashley shrugged her bare shoulders and
quickly decided to go for it. She shoveled his cock down her
throat in one hearty gulp. Russ let out a sharp groan. Danielle
gawked at Ashley's sudden burst of enthusiasm. Ashley wobbled
her head with slutty determination as his cock speedily popped in
and out of her hot sucking mouth. When Russ ran his fingers
through her snowy blonde hair, Ashley smiled with
self-congratulation.
She pulled back long enough to look up and breathlessly whisper,
"Tell me else what you like." Her tongue lolled out and trailed
up his shaft, teasing him with feathery swirls along the ticklish
underside. Russ shivered and jolted hard.
"Unnggh," Russ groaned. "I like that," he said. Ashley smiled.
Danielle was tired of being left out.
"Can I lick his balls?" She asked suddenly. Russ made an urgent
low-pitched sound from the back of his throat that both girls
took as a definite yes.
Danielle's dainty fingers combed through a wiry thatch of curly
pubes and softly cradled his heavy ball bag. She shuffled the
fragile nuggets back and forth in her gentle palm. As Ashley
cocked her head, using her tongue to flute up and down the shaft,
Danielle buried her face in his thick hairy patch and mopped his
sweaty sac in a wash of tongue- dragging spit.
"Good God!" Russ howled. "Now that's what I'm talking about,
ladies. Holy Christ! We sure as hell didn't have girls like you
when I was in school."
Ashley smiled. "I've always had a bad habit of putting things in
my mouth," she said, slurping away. "My mom used to yelled at me
for it all the time."
Russ chuckled. "It's good to see some old habits never change,"
he said. He glanced at each one of them and asked bluntly, "Now
who's ready to fuck?"
Ashley frowned. Danielle stopped licking long enough to see the
concern on her friend's face. This had already gone on longer
than either of them had ever expected.
"Well," Russ added. "Since no one wants to volunteer," he
turned, snatching up Danielle. "Let's start with you first."
Danielle let out a startled yelp as Russ hoisted her off her
feet. In a blur, her face was forcefully pinned to the hood of
his car. He ripped off her bikini bottoms, spread her skinny
thighs and bulldozed his angry cock straight through her young
uppity cunt.
Danielle shrieked at the sudden puncture of her tight-lipped
crease. Russ spared nothing as he leveled into her with his
broad stocky frame. He rabbit-humped her snotty little twat with
forceful repeating jabs. Ashley could do nothing but quietly
watch and ponder when she would be next.
"Hmmm, fuck yeah!" Russ drooled. "Yeah, take this cock. You
know you like it. Don't fight it baby. You know you like
gettin' whored out. C'mon, baby. Get yourself fucked."
Danielle whimpered. She was moaning in spite of herself. Her
tenacious pussy couldn't help trapping his restless weasel
between her hot strangling walls. Her ragged moans grew stronger
and louder as her ass pushed back defiantly.
"C'mon, motherfucker!" She vulgarly spit. "If you're gonna do
it, do it right! Fuck me god damn it! Fuck me hard!"
Ashley shivered. If she didn't know any better, she might have
thought her best friend was starting to enjoy herself. Still,
just watching Danielle get "whored out," as Russ put it, made
Ashley sweat and salivate between her trembling thighs.
As Russ stared back at her, the envious look on Ashley's horny
face spoke volumes as he bitterly shanked her good friend with
his dirty loathsome cock.
"You want it, too. Don't you?" he hissed at Ashley. Her eyes
widened with longing and fear. Russ could smell her hot juices
from a distance. There was no use denying it. His beady eyes
shot her a direct challenge. His menacing voice echoed in her
ears.
"Say it," he demanded.
Ashley stood there squirming, with her hand pressed between her
legs. She shamefully bowed her head and sheepishly answered in a
weak fragile voice.
"Fuck me."
Russ shook his head and frowned with disapproval. Danielle
squirmed under his strong steady blows. Again, his voice
forcefully intoned.
"Like you mean it," he rumbled.
A short glimpse of panic flashed over Ashley's wide blue eyes.
She gnawed on her bottom lip and slowly began to fume. Her
openly embarrassed stare slowly narrowed into two fearsome slits.
With lust-filled defiance, her voice growled out.
"Fuck me!"
Russ snickered through a cruel and ugly sneer. "Beg for it,
slut!"
Ashley yielded and desperately cried out. "Oh, God!
Please...FUCK ME!"
Russ quickly dislodged himself from Danielle. She whined when
her horny fuckhole was so abruptly vacated. Russ grabbed her by
the hips and powerfully flipped her on her back. Her paper-thin
body showed no resistance to his blue-collar strength. Russ
suddenly grabbed Ashley by the wrist, yanked her over and shoved
her head down between Danielle's open thighs.
"Now, suck her pussy, while I whore you out, too!"
Danielle's juices smeared across Ashley's unwilling lips. She
had never tasted another girl's pussy before. Russ took his cock
and plugged Ashley's cunt from behind. Her screams were
smothered by the soft blankets of Danielle's juicy folds.
"Mmmpppphhhhh!!!" Ashley struggled, as Russ smashed her face in
that wet creamy pie and gruffly barked in her ear.
"I said, SUCK!"
Ashley hesitated to open her mouth, but lack of air left her
without a choice. Russ kept oscillating his rhythmic hips. His
steely cock sliced in and out of her juvenile pussy. He never
released her humiliated face from the dank oily slit of her best
friend.
Danielle was simply too horny to stop herself from swiveling and
grinding her cunt against Ashley's obstinate lips. Ashley never
expected to hear the sound of Danielle's heartfelt entreaties.
"Lick it," Danielle pleaded.
Russ cracked a smile. Danielle again desperately whined.
"Please, Ash. Put your tongue on my clit. Just for a second."
Ashley could no longer think straight. Her pussy was still
getting pounded so deeply she could already feel her mounting
orgasm rapidly advancing. The pungent smell of Danielle's
sopping cunt sent Ashley's tongue curling down with drooling
curiosity. When she finally diddled the fatty pink nub, she
enjoyed it so much that her tongue started preening Danielle's
open gash like a kitten licks her wounds. Danielle screamed.
"OH MY FUCKING GAAWWDD! OH! OH YESSS! UH HUH! UH HUH! YESSS
ASHLEY! OHH SHIT! OH GOD, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! LICK IT
HARD! LICK MY PUSSY HARD ASH! OHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!"
Ashley couldn't stop. Her tongue raced all around, making wild,
sloppy S-curves all over those spongy lips. When Russ finally
lifted his hand from her head, Danielle was right there to
quickly take over. She snagged Ashley by the hair and
twitchingly humped her friend's face until that lapping tongue
practically made her scream bloody murder.
"MMMMM HHHMMMPPP UUNNGGG HAAHHHH UH HUH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHH GOD!
YESSS! YESSS! YESSS!" Danielle sizzled from her breathless
mouth. Her legs kicked and flailed wildly. Her arm muscles
flexed and rippled as she firmly pressed harder on Ashley'shead.
With Ashley still getting her cunt hollowed out, the young blonde
swooped down, fastened her lips around Danielle's swollen clit
and dementedly sucked. The moment her rapacious mouth slurped in
that sensitive bulb, Ashley felt an explosive orgasm that wasn't
even her own.
Danielle locked her fingers in Ashley's hair. Her pelvis bucked
with wild turbulent seizures. She would have screamed, but her
withered voice simply evaporated from her raspy throat. All she
could muster the strength to do was lie there, with her heaving
tortured lungs, wheezing and shivering through several blinding
orgasms in a row.
Even as Danielle kept writhing and moaning, Ashley couldn't stop
sipping on the creamy liqueur that watered from Danielle's juicy
slit. Drunk with power, she lavished her tongue along the satin
curtains of her best friend's sugary cooze. She never knew
sucking pussy could be so incredible. She mewled and purred, as
Russ drove her over the edge.
"Ohhhh yesssss! Make me cum, Russ! Ohhhh fucckkk! Whore me
out! Do it! Make me your fucking little whore! Ohhhh sssshhit!
Fuck me Russ! I need it so bad! I need to get fucked so bad! Oh
my God! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhmmaahhggaawwwddd!"
Ashley catapulted into a soaring orgasm, screeching and wailing,
until she slowly and shockingly realized again where she was.
Shame and regret merged on her face, but her treacherous pussy
hadn't finished releasing the convulsive pleasure still blitzing
through her trembling body, despite the man she knew was
responsible.
"Ohhh god damn you!" She swore. "You fucking son of a bitch! I
hate you!" She snarled through her gritted teeth as she thrust
back into him. "Do you like that? Do you like fucking little
girls, huh, you twisted fuck? Well, c'mon, you fat bastard,
hurry up and shoot that fucking cum!"
Russ couldn't take anymore. He pulled out and watched Ashley's
weary body slump down on top of her equally exhausted friend. He
leaned forward and hovered over both girls, as Ashley and
Danielle passionately kissed and made up with their hot saucy
little mouths.
"Ohhhh God, I'm gonna CUM!" He cried, as he furiously pummeled
his swollen hard cock right over their barely legal faces. His
cum showered out in a milky wet downpour that copiously rained
down on both of their stunning profiles. Creamy pearls of hot
liquid sperm splattered their adjoining lips and intertwining
tongues, which Ashley and Danielle ecstatically licked and
smeared all over each other's French-kissing faces.
It took Russ a solid moment or two to finally get his bearings.
When he finally relaxed, he noticed Jonathan stealthily emerging
from behind the brown garbage dumpster. He was holding a
palm-sized camcorder. A moment later, the short blonde in the
yellow suddenly appeared. Russ remembered her as the teenage
boy's sister. She strolled over to her brother and greeted him
with a devious smile.
"Did you get everything?" Tiffany secretly whispered.
Jonathan smiled at his sister and slowly nodded. "It's all
here."
Ashley and Danielle jumped when they heard new voices. They sat
up just in time for Jonathan to zoom in for a close up of their
cum-covered faces.
Tiffany flapped her waving little fingers and smiled, as she
proudly curled her other arm around Jonathan's shoulder.
"So, Ashley," Tiffany said triumphantly. "About that little boy
we were talking about earlier," she said, pausing to clear her
throat and nod her head toward Jonathan. "Does next Saturday
night work for you?"
Jonathan snickered. Danielle cursed. Ashley almost passed out.
Russ just stood there, blankly staring at all of them.
"Geeze," he said, shaking his head. "You kids are even more
fucked up than I thought."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When Tiffany and Jonathan finally explained to Shannon and Naomi
what they had really been plotting, neither of the girls felt
terribly sympathetic toward the bossy head cheerleader or her
snooty friend.
Naomi never really liked Ashley in the first place. Yet, she was
concerned that Tiffany would surely be kicked off the squad.
Shannon had to remind Naomi that as long as Tiffany had the
video, there was really no way that Ashley she could ever
retaliate without risking her own exposure. Tiffany had all the
power. She could choose whether she wanted to be on the squad or
not.
The car washed ultimately raked in over $600 dollars. This
included the $300 from Russ, which Jonathan was gracious enough
to split with Ashley and Danielle even after he taped the whole
thing. The other customers didn't go away completely
disappointed as Tiffany made sure they were all treated to plenty
of her, Shannon and Naomi dancing around and getting naked.
Ashley and Danielle were so humiliated by the whole incident that
they actually ran back to the SUV and peeled off, leaving
everyone else behind. Shannon had to call her brother, Adam, to
come and pick them up. Even he thought Tiffany and Jonathan's
scheme was hilarious.
Jonathan asked Adam to drop him off at home. He thought about
spending more time with Shannon, but he didn't feel like trying
to compete with everyone else for her attention. There would be
other times.
After saying goodbye to Shannon and Naomi, Jonathan hugged his
sister and thanked her for all of her help. Tiffany told him it
had all been worth the effort, just to see the look of horror on
Ashley's face.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
When Jonathan entered the house, he faintly detected the sound of
running water coming from the kitchen. Since Adam dropped him
off at the front door, Jonathan had to walk through the living
room, and then make a left, where he found his mother washing
dishes.
Jonathan still had images of Ashley and Danielle getting the
collective shit fucked out of them on the hood of that red
Mustang. He was already about a thousand leagues beyond horny,
when he saw his mother leaning over the sink in a satin slip
dress. It was sterling silver, with a blue and white floral
print. The hem ended where the swell of her ass billowed out,
giving him just a subtle hint of her nylon-covered cheeks. Her
legs glittered down to the floor in a stunning pair of misty gray
pantyhose, with no shoes. Even her toes looked completely
suckable in that gauzy nylon shrink-wrap.
"Mom," Jonathan said, his voice bold and resolute. "I need to
fuck you right now."
Shelly glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Jonathan watched as
she slowly bent over to set a few plates in the dishwasher. The
hem of her dress gradually crept up, teasing him with the slow
revelation of that thick bonding seam, which perfectly guided his
eyes down the middle of her round nylon-smothered ass. Her waxy
gray pantyhose fit like a skintight web, specially woven just for
her wide arching cheeks, which they firmly sucked in. She wore
no panties. Her pussy lips puckered out and kissed against the
glassy threads of her transparent pantyhose. Even under the
enchanting spell of that glimmering second skin, Jonathan could
still be teased by the lush melody of her soft honey voice.
"Why don't you weight until I finish the dishes?" she said.
As she looked down, she frowned at the unsightly discovery that
her pantyhose had gathered at the knee. She carefully pinched
the errant nylon between her fingers, neatly shifted the hose
back in place and patiently used the palm of her hand to smooth
out every wrinkle.
"No," Jonathan said with persistence. "I have to fuck you right
now. Those pantyhose are driving me crazy."
Shelly never looked back. She also never stopped bending over
every two seconds. With a playful smile, Shelly answered, "That
must have been some car wash. Did you see someone there you
liked?"
Jonathan nodded. "More than one." Shelly paused, finally.
"Really?" She said, spinning about. Her dress floated up
exquisitely. Her arms folded and pushed out her bountiful
cleavage. She pouted and whimpered, "More than you like me?"
Jonathan smiled. He instantly dropped his shorts and flung off
his T-shirt. He waited before sliding down his boxers. He lived
for that sublime moment when his mother's blue eyes would eagerly
widen with expectation, just before he pulled out his cock. No
matter how often she saw it, her eyes always lit up every time.
Today was no different. She even licked her lips. That was
always a bonus.
Jonathan gripped his cock by the base and flatly answered, "No
one else will ever make me this hard."
The lustful wide-eyed stare on his mother's face slowly faded, as
her dreamy eyelids fluttered to a soft close. Her head woozily
floated back. Warm air escaped through her quivering lips as her
full fleshy gray-tinted thighs anxiously rubbed together and
thrilled him with the sweet-sounding music of her pantyhose
swishing back and forth.
"Mom," Jonathan earnestly whispered, as he leaned forward
intently. "Please. Can I fuck you now?"
Shelly groaned from deep within her womb and eagerly sang back,
"Yes, Johnny. You can do anything you want."
"Really?" he said. "Can I fuck you in the ass?"
Shelly nodded and whimpered urgently. The thought alone seemed
to excite her beyond all reason. She desperately rushed her hand
inside her pantyhose, wedging her fingers between that smoldering
cunt and those shiny elastic threads. The deeper her fingers
delved, the more Shelly panted and blubbered incoherently.
"Puh-puh-pleeease!" She sobbed. "Ohhh f-f-f-uuu-cckkk!
Any-th-th-thing! D-d-do a-a-n-y-thin-ggg! Just f-f-fuck me with
that hard c-c-cock!"
His mother's fingers fervently rotated under her stretchy
pantyhose. In a low, resonant tone, Jonathan firmly commanded
the woman who carried him for nine months.
"Rip them open for me."
Shelly urgently nodded. Her nails clawed against the taut
reinforced fibers. She broke through with a sudden snap. Her
feet slid apart. She reached down with both hands and violently
popped her pantyhose open like a stubborn bag of chips.
Jonathan flinched. He watched as his lovely mother wantonly spun
around, tauntingly bent her bare ass over the edge of the sink
and gave him a direct order.
"Now," she purposely demanded. "Come over here and shove your
big fucking cock up my ass!"
Jonathan smiled. Clearly, he was ready, but first he had other
ideas. He quickly sank to the floor, dropped down on his hands
and knees, and crawled over to his mother's feet, where he gently
kissed the nylon casing around her pretty little toes. He
dragged his tongue over her silky calf and pelted her quilted
inner thighs with fragile kisses. As he came across her moist
pussy, he planted another soft reverent kiss against the honey-
coated lips of her soft succulent folds. He ran both hands all
the way up the slippery slopes of her outstretched legs. His
roaming fingers gradually rose up until both hands met at the
fleshy humps where her thighs became asscheeks. He gave them a
squeeze.
Gently, her cheeks peeled open. Her legs trembled as Jonathan
softly blew against her winking brown-eye. His tongue slowly
appeared, only to quickly vanish as it deeply nestled inside her
warm wrinkled chute. The current surging from her pantyhose
through his fingers made him slobber and slurp as his tongue
crazily savored the acrid taste of his mother's spongy asshole.
"Haaahhh!" Shelly panted and moaned. "Mmmfff! Uhhuuuhh! Ohh
yeah! Oh I like that! Yesss! I like that tongue! Mmmm stick that
tongue in my assss!"
Jonathan was just warming up. He lunged for a bottle of canola
oil on the counter and opened it hastily. He turned the bottle
and watched the runny oil pour down and coat his mother's doughy
cheeks in a slick shiny glaze. He smeared it all over with his
sliding hands, getting his fingers all good and greasy. He
slowly dragged the tip of his index finger right down the inner
crack, stopping and circling his fingertip right against the
hole. With no magic words, the little cave opened up all by
itself. His finger was sucked right in. He slowly sawed it back
and forth until her snugly rectum felt loose enough for two.
With two fingers knuckle deep, his hand didn't even have to move.
The tight rubbery walls gradually loosened up on their own.
"Now, you're ready," he said, rising to his feet as he butted his
blunt-headed cock against her cute little bung. Shelly braced
herself, with her white-knuckled fingers strangling the edge of
the sink.
As Jonathan slowly started to push, his mother gritted her teeth
and winced painfully. The knobby head gradually dilated her
reluctant ring. She grimaced from the burning sting as his
bloated cock opened her drum-tight asshole and just kept
stretching.
"C'mon, Mom," Jonathan said. "You can take it. Spread those
cheeks just a little wider. I want to see my cock slide all the
way in there."
Through tense halting breaths, Shelly urgently suggested, "Lube
it up more."
Jonathan looked back. He'd left the oil way over on the counter.
To reach for it, he would have to pull out. He couldn't imagine
doing that.
Regretfully, he explained, "I can't reach the oil."
"Then use your spit," said his mother.
Jonathan squinted and shook his head. "What do you mean?"
Shelly groaned as she carefully repeated, "SPIT on my asshole!"
It took him a moment, but eventually Jonathan managed to work up
a juicy mouthful of warm drool. His aim wasn't perfect, but he
did land enough saliva to make the ring all gooey and wet. To
better accommodate her son's cumbersome girth, Shelly bouncily
wiggled her womanly hips, which made Jonathan's intruding shaft
feel wonderfully at home.
"Better?" Jonathan asked, as he tested her resistance with a
light thrust.
Shelly tensed. "Uh huh," she answered, with a steady nod. "Just
haven't done this in a while."
Jonathan couldn't help himself as he slowly began rocking his
hips. "Do you want me to stop?"
Shelly reached back and clutched his forearm. "No," she told
him. "It's okay. I want you to cum in my ass."
"Are you sure?"
Shelly nodded. "Yes," she whispered. "I'll be fine. Just fuck
me harder."
Jonathan set his hands on her shoulders. He speared his cock all
the way through her rectum as his mother let out a high-pitched
squeal. The pain made her shut her eyes and firmly bite down on
her bottom lip. Jonathan kept thrusting as he grunted behind her
like a wild bear.
"Uhhh uhh oh ohh fuck," Jonathan groaned. "So fucking tight."
Shelly hissed through her gritted teeth. "Ssssss, I know," she
whined. "Your cock feels like a fucking log in my ass."
Jonathan then reached down and cupped his mother's hanging
breasts. His hands softly kneaded and massaged them through her
satin dress. Her sphincter slowly started to relax. Jonathan
couldn't help pumping faster. His hands squeezed her tits
harder. He threw his head back. His pelvis smacked against her
nylon-covered cheeks. His mother surprised both of them with her
frequent moans, as Jonathan plowed his rigid cock up her
ever-stretching asshole.
"Unngghhh oohhhh ahh ahh huhhh hmm yeahhh," she whimpered and
begged. "Yeah, that feels good, honey. Really good! Oh fuck
yes! Your cock feels good in my ass! Keep fucking Mommy's ass!
Don't stop! Don't stop until you fill my ass up with all that
hot cum!"
"I won't Mom," Jonathan said, spurred by her filthy mouth. His
breathing was ragged. His hands locked around her waist. "God, I
can feel you squeezing my cock," he said. "Feels like your
asshole is sucking my cock."
Shelly gasped. Dripping juices ran down her inner thighs. She
reached down and fingered her neglected pussy. Jonathan faltered
as his mother's fingers slid from her cunt straight to hermouth.
"Oh, Mom," he whispered. "I love to watch you taste
yourself. Do you want to taste your ass, too?"
Shelly moaned at the thought and dizzily rolled her eyes.
Jonathan slowly relieved her overworked asshole from the
throbbing burden of his deep ass-drilling cock.
His mother kneeled on the floor, brushing her mangled hair from
my face. She leaned forward and kissed the pulsating tip with her
moist lips. Her tongue swirled. Jonathan looked down and saw
his cock instantly plunge down her throat. His mother
shamelessly polluted her wet mouth with the sour taste of her own
ass.
"Ahhhhh, yeah!" Jonathan shouted. "Suck it, Mom! Suck my nasty
cock!" Jonathan groaned.
He held her by the back of her head, as his mother opened wide to
let him fuck her face. Jonathan's stale bitter-tasting cock
repeatedly sank down her gullet. His swinging balls angrily
slapped against her chin. Tears leaked from the corners of her
eyes as her throat strained to endure the choking thickness of
his shaft. Her throat locked. She gagged hard. Finally,
Jonathan realized he should stop.
As he slid out, Jonathan held his cock and slapped the head
against her wagging tongue. Shelly swabbed the head and needled
her tongue into his pee-slit. She played with his pre-cum,
making it extend off the tip of her tongue. Jonathan watched as
the semen and spittle dripped all over her tits. He leered over
her roomy cleavage, when his mother easily sensed what he had in
mind.
"Do you want to fuck my tits?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" He shouted, showing signs of the innocent boy
his mother still remembered.
"C'mon," Shelly whispered, as she slid down her dress and
squeezed her cushy tits around his sturdy pole. "Slide your cock
in there," she cooed. "Mmmm, there you go. Now, c'mon. Fuck my
tits. Fuck Mommy's big tits!"
Jonathan's hips pumped frantically as he hollered, "Ohhhhh Mom!
Ohhhh God Mom!" His cock bobbed up and down between her soft
pillows. "Squeeze 'em!" He yelled. "Oh yeah, like that!" He
loudly shouted. Shelly cupped, bobbled and smooshed her huge
watermelons as tight as she could. Jonathan howled, "Ohhh
sssshhhiitt!!!"
His mother smiled. "Do you like that, baby?"
Again, he shouted. "Ohhhh, yeah! Oh God, I love it! I don't
think I can hold out much longer. I might cum any second!"
"Do you still want to cum in my ass?"
"YESSS! Yes, Mommy! Please, let me cum in your ass! Right
NOW!"
Shelly spun around and crouched on all fours. The arch of her
back made her fulsome asscheeks look round and plump. She
crammed one hand between her legs and buried two fingers deep
inside her sloppy cunt. She looked over her shoulder. Her blue
eyes simmered to a steaming boil. Desperately, her red lips
quivered.
"Fuck my ass as hard as you can!"
Jonathan lunged with a vengeance. He grabbed her by the
shoulders and rammed his cock clear through her stomach. He
threw himself into her like a locomotive, grunting and snarling
as he furiously scrambled her squishy bowels.
Shelly launched into a wild thrashing fit of screams and
convulsions as Jonathan maniacally reamed her battered insides.
She called out a string of incoherent babble, moaning and
wailing, as her burning asshole submitted to the fury which she
herself had unleashed in her own child.
Jonathan grabbed her by the hair. Her head snapped with each
powerful thrust. Skin slapped again skin. Her flapping tits
tumbled and tossed wildly. Her bouncing asscheeks rippled from
the sheer force of his violent strokes. Jonathan could feel
every clenching muscle of her tight anal sleeve. His hot slutty
pantyhose-wearing mother desperately milked his young teenage
cock as her narrow hard-pinching asshole refused to let go.
Jonathan warbled. "Ohhh God! Ohhhh yesss! Yes, Mom! I'm gonna
CUM!"
Jonathan shuddered. He suddenly felt the violent tremors of his
mother having a powerful orgasm beneath him. He flooded her
gaping asshole with surging rivers of boiling hot splooge.
Mother and son came as one. Both of them were aware of nothing
except a beloved son squirting his warm semen into his adoring
mother's ass.
Shelly's body slumped to the kitchen floor. Jonathan's runny
discharge leaked from the open sore of her busted asshole. When
the tremors finally went away, she sat up and leaned against the
cabinet. Jonathan teetered over his mother, reeling with
breathless exhaustion, yet filled with profound love and
admiration.
"God, Mom," he said, gasping for air. "There's no way I'll ever
meet anyone as hot as you."
Shelly tenderly gazed at her son and serenely revealed her gentle
white smile. She slowly leaned forward and lovingly kissed the
tip of his greasy semi-hard cock. Jonathan looked down at his
beautiful mother and warmly smiled as she soberly lifted her
weary head. Her placid blue eyes focused intently, as she calmly
nodded and sincerely whispered.
"Let's hope you never forget that."
To be continued...
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