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Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2006 02:10:01 -0400
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Author: Carl Chelsea (from Rachel's Lace)

   Title: Doug's Mom Serves Lunch

   Universe: Doug's Mom

   Summary: Doug's sexy young mom Leigh isn't aware of the dirty things her
words imply.  Her son's friend Richard can't seem to get enough of her.

   Keywords: Flirt, tease, lick, Mast, teen, MILF, mmF





   ________________________________

   My webmaster and pal Carl Chelsea insists on presenting this ridiculous
story.

   Even though I have told him it's offensive and stupid, he insists.

   He even wants to make it an ongoing series!  Geez!  It's a nothing
story!

   Drop us a note and tell him to let it go!  --Rachel
(rachelslace@yahoo.com)

   ________________________________





   "Doug's Mom Serves Lunch."

   (Neighborhood lust from Rachel's Lace)

   Carl Chelsea - 2006





   "Just stop making my Mom say dirty stuff!" Doug shouted punching Richard
in the arm.



   "I can't help it, that high pitched voice is so cute and she's so
fucking dumb!"

   Doug moved in close, "My Mom is not dumb."

   "No, I'm sorry no, she's not dumb, but she's so damn sexy!" Richard
laughed.  "It's just funny to me when I hear her say shit!  I have to admit
it kinda gets me off!"

   "Lay off, Dick!" Doug hissed.

   "Oh Damn, I'd love to lay off on your Mom!" Richard laughed.  "She
doesn't even know I'm doing it, man!  That's what makes it so hot!"

   "Shut the fuck up!  I swear to God if you want to get any fucking lunch
you better clean up your act!  I'm not gonna put up with this shit!" Doug
shouted.

   "All right, all right.  I'm sorry man.  I really do like your Mom.  I'll
chill.  I just wish she weren't so damn hot!" Richard straightened his dick
as they stepped up on the porch.

   "Hey Mom!  I'm here with Richard.  Got any lunch?" Doug called.

   Richard shouted, "We were hoping you could lay out a spread for us!"

   "Ohhh, hi Honey.  Okay, if my growing boys need to eat something I guess
I could lay out my spread for you."

   Leigh Landers stepped into the living room holding a large empty
tumbler. She wore a short white tee-shirt and a pair of tight white cotton
shorts that lovingly hugged her full round ass.  Her long blond hair was in
twin ponytails on the sides of her head and she was barefoot.  She bent
forward and kissed her son on the cheek.

   Richard stared at Leigh's ass as it pointed back at him.  "I'm more than
willing to nibble on anything you got."

   "Oh, you guys don't look like nibblers!  I won't have you coming in here
and just nibbling on me a little, you're both gonna eat!  -and eat plenty!"


   Richard stifled a grin and Doug shot him a look.

   "It's not like you have to fully satisfy us.  We just wanted a little
something of yours to put in our mouths." He glanced at Doug, "is all."

   "Why don't you all come over here and see if I've got any goodies you'd
like to get your hands on." She opened up the refrigerator and bent over
again forcing her shorts to ride up into her ass crack.

   Richard shuddered as he beheld her magnificent ass.

   "Maybe we could just have a few sandwiches Mom?" Doug offered.

   Richard stared openly at Mrs.  Landers pale ass as it hung out of her
shorts.

   "What kind of sandwich could the three of us make, Ms.  Landers?"
Richard asked.

   As she leaned into the refrigerator she wondered aloud, "Oh, golly, I
don't know..." she sighed.  She poured a bottle of clear liquid into her
glass.

   "You smell pretty good today, let's just eat you!" Richard laughed.

   She coughed as she drank, "Now how good would it be to eat me?" she
grinned.  "You're pretty fresh today maybe I should eat you!" she poked him
in the side.

   "If that's what you're hungry for Ms.  L.  I guess I could let you eat
me."

   Doug punched his arm.  "What kind of sandwiches can we make Mom?"

   Richard pushed Doug back towards the dining room table and moved in
close behind her, "Yeah, Ms.  L.  what kind of meat do you like to keep in
your box?" He leaned in behind her and rested his hand on Leigh's bare
waist and tried to push his bulge against her hip.

   She raised her face to his and smiled.  "Why don't you pour some drinks
and I'll check my box for meat."

   "Mmm, do I smell something good down there, Mrs.  L.?" Richard asked
innocently.

   "Yes, I made chicken last night, would you like some cold chicken?"

   "I do love the taste of thigh.  Breast is good too.  I'm always up for
some breast meat."

   "I have some nice breasts."

   "I love your breasts!  You think I could get a little sample of them,
please?"

   "Well aren't you the anxious one!"

   "I just get really hungry when I think I might be coming into your
domain."

   "Well that's lovely.  You can come directly into my little private place
anytime you like."

   "Wow, you mean it?"

   "Oh, of course Richard!  You know a lot of the time I find myself
sweating away working at it alone and that's not a lot of fun for me.  Two
always makes for a better time don't you think?  Dougory has so many things
going on he isn't always here, so if you start getting the urge I want you
to come!  Anytime!"

   "My bike tire is a little leaky.  If I can't get it up could you help me
come?"

   "If you feel like you want to come, but you can't get it up then you
just call me and I'll do whatever you need me to, to make sure you can
come."

   Richard nearly dropped the platter of chicken he was carrying to the
table.  "Wow, you're the coolest.  Say, Mrs.  L.  tell me, do they butcher
the hens or the cocks?"

   "They don't butcher the hens.  They need to keep a good layer around for
as long as she puts out."

   "Um, yeah, that makes sense.  So they butcher the cocks?" Richard asked.

   "Right."

   "So why don't we call it cock?" He set the plate down on the table and
returned to her side, squatting down next to her as she searched for salad
fixings.

   "What dear?"

   "The chicken you made.  It's cock?"

   "Yes.  That's right."

   "Are you gonna have some?  Are you hungry for cock right now?"

   "Oh yes, I've been out rolling around in the garden all day I'm ready
for some cock."

   Richard wrapped an arm around Leigh's waist, "I don't think we need a
salad Mrs.  Landers.  Let's just get some cock stuffed into you."

   Doug scooted his chair noisily, "Rich, stop bothering my Mom."

   "He's no bother, he's helping me out.  He's such a sweet boy." She
hugged him to her chest and he wrapped his arms around her, clumsily
groping at the underside of her breasts.

   "Richard, you're all flushed.  Why don't you pour us some drinks and
cool off a bit."

   "Uhhh, yeah, sure Ms.  L." he awkwardly stood next to the squatting
woman staring at her healthy dime-sized nipples, his bulge right in her
face.

   "You've got new pants!" she smiled up at him.

   "How can you tell?" he asked proudly pushing his crotch out at her.

   "They're so stiff!  Look how stiff you are." She grinned eyeing his
bulge directly.

   "I am pretty stiff right now.  -and they have that new denim smell too,
suh, see for yourself." He said with a catch in his throat.

   She reached out and took his hips.

   Richard locked eyes with an angry Doug as Leigh gently pressed her nose
and face into Richard's crotch and inhaled slowly and deeply.

   Richard's eyes fluttered as Doug's Mom pressed her face directly against
his thick denim covered bulge.

   "That does smell good Richard.  I like it."

   Doug glanced over and saw his Mother squatting in front of his best
friend, her face buried in his crotch.  He realized he was staring at the
amount of ass he could see and his eyes focused down between her spread
thighs at the outline of her thick pussy bulge.  She was rubbing her face
against his friend's crotch.  He felt his breathing change.

   "Oooh that is a good smell!" She glanced up into Richard's eyes and
grinned.

   "You like that scent?" Richard asked.

   "Oh, yeah!" she pressed her face into his crotch again and felt his
fingers entwine in her hair.

   He resisted grinding his cock against her face, "So...  you say you're
pretty hungry for some cock?"

   "Mom!  What are you doing?" Doug asked with a shocked look on his face.

   "Come here you." She smiled.  She grabbed Doug's hips and pressed her
face into his crotch.

   "Mo- uh..." Doug's cock reacted to his mother's face pressing against
it. He saw a smirk on Richard's face.  "Whu' how do they, um, how do they
smell Mom?"

   "We need to get you some new jeans, you don't smell the same Doug?"

   "Uhhh, are you sh, sure Mom?  Truh, try again, maybe, `cause these are
um, new jeans too."

   Doug felt a wild range of emotion as his mother slowly took his hips
again and brought her face closer and closer to his crotch.  She brushed
her nose across his crotch, then her closed lips and cheek press tightly
against his rod as she sniffed deeply.  He pictured her full dark lips
taking his dick.  He felt his cock spasm against her mouth.  It happened
again, harder this time.

   Her eyes fluttered up to his and she smiled innocently.  "Uh, lunch
then?"

   "Yeah," Doug swallowed hard.  "Yeah, lunch."

   "Oh wait!  I've got something else you boys might want to eat!" Leigh
smiled and stood on her tip toes to reach a high shelf.  "I made cookies!"
Reaching high, her tee shirt rose revealing the lower half of her big round
boobs and her shorts were wedged deeply up into her ass cheeks.  Richard
stood behind her with glazed eyes taking in as much as he could.

   `Oh my!  That's so sweet!  Ms.  Landers, you're one of the sweetest
pieces of my life."

   "Richard!  You're such a lovely boy.  You really think of me as a sweet
piece?"

   "Absolutely, Miss L." he laughed.  "You're the sweetest piece I know! 
Sometimes I really do wish I could eat you."

   She handed him the tray of cookies.  "Oh aren't you sweet, Dick.  Can I
call you Dick?  Richard sounds so formal."

   "Oh yeah, Ms.  Landers, I'll be your Dick." Richard glanced at Doug who
had taken a seat at the far side of the table.

   Doug grinned slyly, he leaned back slightly showing Dick that he had
taken his cock out under the table and was stroking it.  "Why don't you
help my Mom cook?"

   "Huh?  ha ha haa, yeah, I'll go give your Mom a hand.  Just gimme a
second." Richard went onto an adjacent room and straightened his cock.

   "Where did my little Dick go?" Mrs.  Landers asked.

   "He'll be back, I know he wants to dig into your box, Mom."

   "He wants to get his hands on my cookies is what he wants." She laughed.

   "You know me too well!" Dick grabbed a larger cookie off the tray and
chewed it into a strange shape.  "Look Ms.  Landers, I made you a pussy."

   She took it away from him, "Pussy?  I don't get it?  Oh I see, Ohhh,
look at the little ears!  Very nice!  You've got a talented mouth, Dick!"

   "Are you gonna eat that now?  You're not supposed to eat pussy!"

   "Why not?  You wanted it, so it must be good!" She held it up near her
mouth.  "It's my pussy now Dick."

   "No, I want to eat it!" he tried to grab it back.  "C'mon Ms.  Landers
let me eat your pussy!  Now that I'm looking right at it I'm hungry for it
again."

   She bolted across the kitchen, her boobs bouncing under her small tee.
"You're not eating my Pussy, Mr.  Dick!"

   Dick chased after her grabbing at her waist and ass.  "Lemme eat it. 
C'mon Leigh, lemme have a little taste of your pussy.  C'mon." he
whispered.

   He cornered her in by the pantry and slid his hands up along her body
repeatedly trying playfully to grab at the cookie, all the while he stole
feels of her tits with those hard nipples he couldn't get out of his head.
He lunged playfully and ground his hard cock against her ass.

   She spun around facing him and he ground his crotch against hers.  "Hey!
No you can't have my pussy!  Why don't you just dig around in my box and
find something else to..."

   He pressed his body tightly against the front of her.  Her tee shirt was
pressed up high and the lower swell of both her tits came into view.

   He had snagged it out of her hands and run his tongue across it.

   "Ahh!  Don't lick it like that!"

   He slid down her body and crouched low resting his chin on her thigh. 
"Mmmm, this is the best pussy I've ever licked!"

   "Stop that!  Oh, Dick, you're getting my pussy all sticky!!"

   "Too late I'm gonna keep licking it now It's too sweet to stop!"

   "You better do more than lick, Dick.  Now that you got your tongue all
over it you're gonna have to eat the whole thing."

   "Oh, trust me I intend to!"

   Doug moaned and gasped for breath.

   Leigh snapped her head around to look at Doug, "Honey?  What's wrong,
you're all flushed." She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his head.
She kissed his face repeatedly and pressed her chest to his head.

   Doug gasped as his mother pressed her tits to his face.  His lips so
near those succulent nipples!  He couldn't stop!  He rapidly jackhammered
his cock under the table as she held him tightly to her soft warm tits.

   "Oh, Baby, you're whole body is so, so hot!  What ever is going on with
you?"

   He kept his hands in action under the table, "uuuhhhnngh, Uuuuhhnn! 
Shi...  Oh, Mom...  Ughnnn!  I'm, fine.  I'm just fine!  I just need to...
go upstairs and uh, rest up."

   "Baby?" she felt a pair of hands around her bare waist pulling her back.

   "Mrs.  L., give him some air.  I think I've seen this before.  He just
needs to rest.  He was pumping pretty hard earlier so let's let him catch
his breath." He slipped his hand lower onto her ass and led her back to the
kitchen.

   Doug snagged a handful of napkins and scurried out of the kitchen.

   "No what were we doing?  I was eating your pussy?"

   "You've had enough pussy, I need to get something substantial into me."

   "I can't get over how nice it is to see you.  Most of my life is a
wreck. Coming over here is a piece of heaven to me.  So many pieces of my
life are so hard."

   "-and I'm so happy you think of me as a sweet piece."

   "You're honestly the sweetest piece I know, Mrs.  Landers."

   "Dick, call me Leigh.  Mrs.  Landers is way too formal for friends like
us."

   "Mmm.  Okay, Leigh.  You know it's funny, I always thought your name was
`lay', `cause I saw it written down once and guess didn't know how to
pronounce it."

   "Everybody thinks I'm a `Lay'.  It's a common error.  I guess it's just
easier to think of me as a Lay."

   "There's nothing common about you.  You'd be a fantastic Lay."

   "I guess I'm tired of everyone thinking of me as a Lay." She explained.

   "It's a very pretty word, Lay.  -and you're the prettiest girl I know."

   She smiled self consciously.  "You think of me as a pretty girl."

   "Of course I do Mrs.  Landers."

   "Uhh, now call me Leigh.  You know what, call me Lay."

   "Really?  You'll be my Lay?"

   "Yes, I'll be your Lay, but only for you."

   "No one else gets to Lay you?"

   "Only you, Dick."

   "No one else calls me Dick."

   "Then you'll just have to be my special Dick and I'll be your exclusive
Lay."

   Doug wandered in and heard this.  "Mom?"

   "Oh, Dougie-doo, are you feeling better honey?"

   "Sure mom, sure, just got overheated I guess."

   "You have such a hot little body, Doug!  The same thing happened last
week Dick.  We were in the Jacuzzi watching the stars and he just started
shaking and nearly passed out.  I had to hold him until he was okay to get
out of the water.  It happened twice that night!  It scared me."

   "Mom, it wasn't...  I was just tired is all."

   Dick was smiling ear to ear.  "Sounds like he overplayed himself."

   "All say, he's quite the little monkey, always playing, when he's alone
he doesn't stop, he just keeps playing with himself til he passes out!" I'm
always finding him exhausted when I get home."

   Doug was blushing bright red and Dick was laughing, "I'm the same way!"

   "You play with yourself Dick?" She bent over to get more drinks out of
the fridge.  Her large firm ass stretching the tiny cotton shorts high on
her hips letting her twin globes shine back at the boys.  She unscrewed a
bottlecap and poured a large glass of clear liquid over ice.

   "Lay, you have no idea."

   As she stood her shorts disappeared into her ass cheeks.  She turned
around holding a glass of vodka.  "Who wants cock besides me?"

   The boys both stared at her with lust in their eyes.

   "Oooh, you both look so hungry.  If I were on the menu I'd be scared! 
Look at these nice breasts and thighs, who's hungry?" She drank down a
large swallow from her glass.

   As she served up the chicken Dick kept giving Doug looks, "So, you two
watch the stars from the jucuzzi?"

   Leigh was tearing meat off a bone, her pretty blue eyes were wide as he
spoke.  "Mm, hm.  Every weekend.  It's a regular thing with us.  Kinda like
our date night!" she giggled.

   "I would love to get in on some of that, Lay."

   "Well I don't suppose my little man minds sharing me on our date."

   Doug was stone faced.  "I don't know if there's enough room."

   "Oh, too bad," Dick leaned in and almost whispered in Leigh's ear,
"Things are kinda rough in my real life; the bad pieces of my life are
kinda pressing in on me.  I'd really like to spend more time letting my
sweet piece press in on me."

   "There is always room in my Jacuzzi for one more, Dick.  You just press
yourself into me baby!"

   Dick smirked, "Really?"

   "Well a three-way date in the Jacuzzi might be a tight fit, but I think
I'll manage to find a way to fit in my special Dick."

   "God I love your Mom!"

   She turned and wrapped her arms around his head pulling his face into
her cleavage.  "Oh!  This sweet piece loves her special Dick too!"

   Dick's greasy hands fell to Leigh's ass.  As he squeezed he felt his
cock pulsing against her thigh.  He sighed and pressed his cock tightly to
her as he squeezed her ass with both hands.  "Oh, shoot.  I think I got
chicken grease all over your legs, here, bend over and I'll get it."

   Leigh frowned and tried to look at the back of her legs.

   "It's okay, just bend over I'll clean up after my Lay." He inhaled
deeply as she bent over and leaned on the counter staring at Doug.

   Downing the rest of her drink she smiled lazily, "Doug you're not
eating. Dick seems to like going down on my spread, why aren't you
interested in it?"

   Dick glanced at Doug with a look of `Oh my fucking god' in his eyes. 
Leigh's ass was spread out before him.  In order to lean down on the
counter she had spread her legs wide before bending over.  Dick reached
into his pants and straightened himself.  As he pulled his hand out it was
covered with slimy pre-cum.  He rested his sticky hand on the full soft hip
of his Lay.  "Yeah, won't take a second I just don't want my coming to
wreck your pretty panties."

   "Hmm, mm." she laughed.  "I'm not wearing panties, those are just
shorts."

   Doug was breathing hard again as his mother smiled innocently at him
with those beautiful big blue eyes of hers.  His dick was back in his hand
underneath the table.

   Dick was half-heartedly wiping Leigh's ass cheek with a paper towel,
"Lay, tell me how you like your cock.  What kinds of things do you do to it
before its ready?"

   Doug looked away from the scene before him.  He felt close to cumming
again and wanted to think about anything that would get his mind off is
mother's body.  "Yeah Mom, tell us how you like to cook." He regretted the
words he choose.

   Leigh tilted her glass high and sucked in an ice cube.  She giggled and
began thinking, "Oh, well I like to take out the cock and wash it, I rub my
hands all over it until it's clean and out of its skin.  Then I roll it in
my hands getting it ready for my oven.  Once I've covered it with a
condiment."

   "Wu, with whut?"

   "Condiment.  Spices I guess their called."

   Dick was listening as he wiped Leigh's ass.  As she began talking about
rubbing her hands all over the cock he took her hips in his hands and
licked her exposed ass cheek.  She didn't seem to notice so he kept slowly
running his tongue along her cheeks getting closer and closer, lower and
lower, the chicken flavor was a plus.  She really was a great cook.

   "What is your little friend doing?"

   Doug jumped and stuffed his cock away.  "Nuh, whu,"

   She turned and looked over her shoulder.  "Dick!  What are you doing?"

   He gripped her hips tightly and licked and sucked at her ass cheek. 
"You taste so good I can't help myself." He ran his tongue low onto her
inner thigh.

   "Stop!  That tickles!" she leapt up but he held on and buried his face
between her cheeks.

   "You're such a sweet, Lay I can't help it!"

   "I am not!" she giggled and jumped away from him..

   "What is he doing?" Doug asked.

   "Licking my butt!" she chased him across the kitchen.

   "I couldn't help myself!  Ahh!"

   She cornered him against the pantry, "Yuck," she wiggled her ass against
his body.  "Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

   Dick couldn't believe what was happening.  She was grinding her ass
against his bulge.

   "Ow, what are doing, Lay!?"

   "Drying my butt!  It's covered with spit now."

   "Oh, okay let me help." He locked eyes with Doug and began thrusting his
crotch against the pretty blonde's ass.  "Is that, uhn, better?"

   "Okay okay!" she pulled away.

   Dick laughed and pulled her back, "NO!  We need to make sure you're all
dry!" he humped against her ass a few more times and let his hands slide up
to the base of her tits.

   "No tickling!" she shrieked.

   "Oh you don't like that!" Dick stopped humping her ass and let his hands
roam wherever they could.

   Doug bolted from his chair and joined in.

   Both boys grabbed and tickled wherever they could find skin.  In the
frenzy Leigh's shirt was pushed up over her tits and where Dick was
slightly shocked, Doug kept right on tickling her and grabbing at her tits
and nipples as she shrieked and ran; her tits and ponytails bouncing before
the boys' eyes.  She charged out of the kitchen and up the stairs slamming
the door behind her.

   Doug walked back into the kitchen smiling.

   "Doug?  Your mom, she, naked, laughing.  What the hell's up with that?"

   "Sit down for a minute." Doug pulled a chair out for him.

   The phone rang.  Doug answered it and smiled, "Okay Mom." He hung up. 
"It was Mom on her cell.  She says she's gonna take a nap for a while and
she's not coming down til we promise to stop tickling her.  Oh, and she
wanted to know if..."

   "What?"

   "If you would be interested in spending the night."

   "Are you fucking kidding me?"

   "Sit down.  My mom is, well you know how she is.  She gets a little
crazy.  I told you she ain't dumb."

   "I know that."

   "She drinks.  Ever since my Dad left us she drinks and it gets away from
her.  I think she may be kinda off about my Dad.  In the six years he's
been gone I have never once seen her go out on a date.  She likes to talk
about what it will be like when he gets back from his vacation."

   "Vacation?" Dick scoffed.

   "I know, and you know, he ain't coming back, but she doesn't seem to get
it." He whispered.  "She gets drunk on the weekends and well, sometimes
things happen."

   "Tell me!" he urged.

   "If I let you in on this you have two options; keep it an absolute
secret and life becomes amazing, or tell the world what I will deny and
you'll be labeled an asshole and give up heaven.  So what do you think you
might want to choose."

   "Are you talking about...  God!  Are you fucking you Mom?"

   "Of course not!  Jesus!" he shook his head, "not exactly."

   "Doug what the hell do you get up to?"

   "She has needs and she drinks.  Stuff happens; she doesn't remember the
next day what went down, life is good.  You think you want to spend the
night?"

   "...shit."



   ...to be continued (if Rachel let's me!) --Carl Chelsea

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   People who act like this end up in a very bad way.

   Read away, it's harmless, but act like a responsible,

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   Leave the fiction on the page!  ;) --RL

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