"Mom! Your mouth is too small for my cock. You're so small all over."
"Oh, my mouth will stretch, just like my cunt."
Rita pushed herself up and put a leg over him, straddling his shoulders on her knees, facing his upthrust cock. She bent down, bringing her face to his cock.
With her lips against the cock-head, the cock-shaft below her eyes was shiny and curved… and long. His balls were far below her eyes. How could she get this much cock down her throat?
Rita pushed her mouth down on the prick-head, and her lips stretched wide… And stopped. She ran her tongue out, spreading her saliva over the hot cock-meat, making it slippery. Then she nodded her head, forcing herself down harder, and the huge prick-head slipped into her mouth, leaving her lips stretched around the prick-shaft.
She took a deep breath and nodded her head down, running her lips down the cock-shaft. The cock-knob pushed into her throat, filling the space. She couldn't breathe.
Rita closed her eyes and bobbed her head down, forcing her lips down the boy's prick, pushing the slippery prick-head back deep in her throat. His cock filled her throat yet continued to slip deeper and deeper. Her nose touched warm flesh, and she opened her eyes. His hairy balls were huge.
She drew her head up, and her lips ran up toward the end of the cock-shaft, and the cock-head slipped from her throat. Her lips tugged at the bulge of the cock-head and she took a deep breath and then ran her lips back down, down all the way until her chin pushed into the hair on his groin.
Up and down, she drew her lips over his big cock. Her long yellow hair spilled down on his legs, to form a deep pile when she slipped her lips down to his groin, to uncoil from the pile when she drew her mouth up. He groaned and writhed under her and bucked his hips up, helping push his cock deep in her throat.
It would be nice to suck his cock until he shot off, she thought. That would be nice, but that wasn't why she was going down on him. Time for that later. She was doing it to make his cock hard, and it was turning harder each time she ran her lips the length of the prick-shaft.
Rita ran her lips up and worked one side of her mouth off the cock-head, then the other.
"Now it's hard enough. Fuck me!"
Tommy rose on his knees while she lay down and spread her stockinged thighs wide. Her cunt was still slippery with his cum and his cock entered her easily, forcing her inner cunt-lips to part, fucking deep in her pussy until his hairy groin rested against her little cunt-mound.
He drew his cock back until the head tugged at her slit, then fucked back in deep, bringing a big wave of tingling warmth through her cunt. She braced her feet on the bed and arched her back as she pushed her cunt up to meet his cock-strokes, bringing her belly up to push against his.
His cock drove harder and she lunged up harder, as well. Her whole upper body relaxed with her arms limp over her head, and she whined and writhed under him while the tingling waves of warmth built in her cunt, rising and falling, rising and falling. Her hips flowed up from the bed like waves, heaving her ass up, letting it fall back, heaving it up, rolling it back.
Then the tingling waves of heat didn't die out between cock-strokes. They built, each one warmer than the one before as her hips rocked up higher to meet him.
"Oh! Oh!"
Just as the warmth started to die out, he fucked back into her, bringing it higher and higher.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
His cock strokes turned harder. She braced her back and held her cunt up for his fuck-thrusts.
"Oooohhh!"
Her cunt-juice flowed as he poised and drove his cock straight into her and pressed down against her. Hot cum spurted deep in her cunt, burning as it pumped over and over, mixing with her flowing cunt-juice. He slipped his arms under her waist and drew her up while she clutched his shoulders.
While the cunt-juice pumped out of her, her legs lost their strength and an empty feeling came to her stomach. She held her belly up against his, relieving the emptiness. Her lips went slack.
She lay in his arms, seeing his face above hers, numbly feeling his cock go limp in her cunt. Her arms left his shoulders and she let them collapse limply over her head.
He bent to kiss her, and his strong mouth mashed her lips.
"Mom, are you okay?"
She tried to answer, to tell him not only was she okay, but that she felt wonderful in his arms, but her lips wouldn't move. She tried to tell him she would enjoy having him hold her this way forever, but all she could do was look vacantly up at his face, watching it show more and more worry.
Finally, she managed to draw her lips wide in a smile. He showed relief.
"I'm just fine, Tommy," she said. "God, that was wonderful."
"For a minute, I thought I had hurt you," he said.
"When your old lady gives, she gives a hundred percent. Then it takes me a while to recover. I think I have some strength back in my legs now."
When he pulled his arms from under her and drew himself up, his limp cock slipped out of her cunt. His warm hands slipped into the hollows of her waist, then over her garter belt and out on her hips, then down onto her little pussy-mound where he squeezed her. Releasing the warm flesh, he brushed her short blonde cunt-hair up neatly, fully exposing the lips of her pussy.
"Gosh, Mom," he said after a moment of fingering her cunt-lips. "I sure liked making it with you."
"You see? Your old mother can take care of all your needs."
"You sure don't look very old." He lay down beside her, and she rolled up on her hip to face him. "There's just one thing," he said after a moment.
"What's that, Tommy?"
"What if the other kids start calling me a mother-fucker?"
She had to smile at that. "Well, if you don't tell them, I won't either. They just won't know what they're missing."
"How about Mitzi? I think you sort of put her down. She'll probably figure things out. It'll make her sore as hell."
"If that little bitch… I mean, if she gives you any trouble, just send her to me. I know how to take care of her. Now, do you think this bed's big enough for two people to sleep on?" Rita asked as she unsnapped one garter and rolled a stocking down.
He smiled. "It's big enough if the two people are friendly."
CHAPTER TWO
"I know something's goin' on, Mrs. Baylor," Mitzi said. "Something's goin' on and I want to know what it is."
"Why Mitzi," Rita said. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Sit down and tell me what's bothering you."
Mitzi dropped into a chair in the living room, then she sprang back up.
"Goddammit!" she shouted. "Tommy's been giving me the cold shoulder. It isn't like him."
"Tommy has good taste. Maybe he doesn't like you."
"Don't give me any of that shit. Dammit, I need him."
So you've finally decided to be forthright, thought Rita. Actually, the girl had attempted to make herself presentable. Maybe it wasn't her fault her stockings were baggy, her slip showed, and nothing fit well, making her look like a young street whore. She had obviously tried, and it was an improvement.
"I know there's something goin' on between you and Tommy. Believe me, I could make trouble for you… a lot of trouble."
Not likely. There would be a lot to prove and no way to prove it. Still, the little bitch could make it awkward. No point in starting a war.
"Mitzi, I… I think I know what you're going through. I was young myself once. Believe me, I know what it's like to have an ache in my pussy."
The little bitch stared. "You do?"
"Certainly. A woman has sexual needs, much like a man has. There are ways to take care of those needs."
"Oh no, I'm not gonna finger my cunt!"
"You don't have to. You can relieve those aching feelings in other ways. And it doesn't have to be with a man."
Mitzi's face was blank.