Chuck Selwyn - Sleep-In For Daddy

Angela was saying, «Look, Debbie — what the hell is so bad about it? I don't think it's weird, and my son sure as hell doesn't. And I'll tell you something else — neither does Mack.»

Debbie flinched. «You — you mean that your husband knows that you're laying your own boy — his boy? Oh wow! this is just too much to absorb at one time.»

His mom poured more whiskey into the other woman's glass. As Mrs. Carter lifted the glass, he saw the firm movement of her tits, and thought maybe for the hundredth time that she was a foxy-looking chick. He had often sweated out the gleam of her legs when she took sunbaths next door, and always sneaked a look at the way her big breasts wobbled when she walked. She was built a lot different from his mother; where Angela was long and slim, Debbie Carter was round and shorter. His mother was a shining blonde, and the other woman had deep black hair that went well with her olive complexion. She was about his mom's age, Jerry thought, give or take a year one way or the other, and plenty sexy looking. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in dreams of his mother, maybe he would have thought a lot more about screwing the neighbor wife. But back then, both ideas had seemed impossible. Now, he didn't know. It was an idea.

Debbie said then, «You told me about a couple of guys, and that was okay. I mean, I've even been thinking about looking around for some extra love-life myself, but your own — «

«Oh shit, Debbie,» his mother said in exasperation. «Because he's my own, that makes it all the better. You know why I couldn't answer the phone, why I didn't come to the door? Because that wonderful, horny kid has been giving me the fucking of my life, day and night, for all that time. It's never been so good for me. And when you came to the bedroom, did you see him?»

The other woman drank, and Angela poured booze over the ice cubes. Then Debbie said slowly, a little thickly, «Then you mean it wasn't my over- worked imagination? He — he really has a thing that big? I thought it might have been the angle I saw it from, or maybe the shock, or something. It's really that big?»

Angela laughed low in her throat and crossed her legs. Jerry eyed the golden expanse of thigh that showed when the robe slipped back. His mom said, «I didn't know they grew to that size, either. But that beautiful, gigantic prick isn't the only thing that makes my Jerry so special. He — that boy loves me like a wife, a mistress, a whore, and I'm damned happy that I was the woman who was privileged to take his cherry. I don't think anybody else could have done him justice and taught him about sex so well. He's unbelievable, Debbie; he's always hard, and he can screw you tenderly or overpower you with his strength, hammering that long, thick meat into your pussy until you're ready to faint, you've come so many times. He can eat out your cunt until you wish he could put all his head inside it and just swallow you down.»

Wobbling her glass down to the counter top, Debbie said, «But Angela, it's incest and all that. I mean, I'll be the first to admit that I don't get enough screwing at home, and it's not that Lester isn't willing. I could be too much woman for him, or something. But even if I was very hard up, I couldn't lay my own son.»

«That's because you don't have a son,» Angela pointed out. «You have a daughter. But you can bet your mortgage that if the situation was reversed, if your husband was the hot pants one of the family, and if you had to travel a lot, and if little Mary was as hot as my kid — «

«Uh-uh,» Debbie disagreed. «Never, never. Besides, I never even imagined myself laying some kid half my age. A big, eager man — okay; but a fifteen-year-old boy? He — doesn't that monstrous thing bother you? Does it hurt?»

«Drink up,» Angela said. «I'll join you. Here's to finding out. That's the most appropriate toast I can think of, right now.»

Debbie had on a short dress, and it was hiked over her rounded, satin knees. Jerry found himself staring at the shadowy place between her parted thighs, up along those ripely formed thighs snugged so slickly by panty hose. He wondered if Mrs. Carter's pussy was thick with black and shining hair, and he felt a lift of anticipation, because he knew what his mother had in mind. If she could convince her friend to get screwed by him, Debbie Carter wouldn't be likely to run blabbing over the neighborhood, and everything would be cool once more. His mom had said he would fuck plenty of other women, but he hadn't thought the chance would arrive so soon.

Debbie said, «What? Are you telling me — offering me — «

«Why not?» Angela said soothingly. «After all, you're a beautiful, attractive woman, a highly sensual woman who is restless because you're not getting enough good, hard cock at home. You're also my best friend, so why shouldn't I share my greatest happiness with you? Since we're getting down to the nitty, darling — I know you've been eyeing Mack and trying to get up the nerve to make a pass at him. That would be okay, you know.»

«Mack? I don't know what — your husband, too? You wouldn't mind if I balled your husband, and you're offering me your son — that handsome young kid with the — with that war club between his legs? Gimme another drink, Angela.»

«I'll get some more ice,» Angela offered, and when she got off the stool, she saw Jerry standing in the doorway. Lifting an eyebrow at him, she smiled roguishly and winked. More loudly, she said, «Don't you think Mrs. Carter is a lovely, sensuous woman, Jerry? I'll bet she can be a terrific fuck, if she ever gets rid of her uptight ideas.»

He picked up the cue and moved toward Debbie as the woman swung around on her stool. Mrs. Carter was pretty well smashed, he saw, but she still hadn't completely gotten over her shock, and the impact of the new, forbidden ideas. «Hi again, Mrs. Carter. I agree with mom; you're really lovely and sexy. I always thought that Mr. Carter was a lucky guy.»

«So — so calm,» she muttered. «Both of you, like it wasn't anything to be caught doing it like that.»

«Oh it was something,» he said. «It was something wonderful, but I was just getting ready to fuck my mother again. I wasn't actually screwing her. We'd been doing some other far out things. Does your husband go down on you, Mrs. Carter?»

She quivered and clenched her hand around her glass. He saw the emotional heaving of her good, solid tits and the way she squirmed on the stool. A full-bodied older woman who wasn't getting her share of prick; a married woman old as his mom, or older; Jerry felt the strong and eager lifting of his cock beneath his robe. His mother had been right all along; no matter how much he loved her, he could crave another pussy, too. He wondered if Mrs. Carter would fuck differently, if she would shake her round ass more wildly.

Wetting her lips with a trembling tongue, she whispered, «Not often; just once in awhile.»

Jerry moved closer and touched his hard cock to the swell of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her sleek leg through the robe, and said, «Mom tells me I'm very good at going down on a pussy. I'd like to eat yours, Mrs. Carter. I'd like to make you wiggle and shake and hump your hairy crotch into my face while my tongue slips in and out of your juicy wet clun.»

Debbie Carter quivered, and her voice was shaky as she said, «You — you really know what to say to a woman, don't you? My husband doesn't even talk to me like that; he won't use the words right out.»

Jerry pulled open his robe and pushed the length of his stiff shaft against her thigh, moving his belly back and forth. Her blurred eyes dropped to stare with disbelief at the head of his prick.

«Migawd,» Debbie muttered, «it looks like a cantaloupe.»

«Touch it,» Jerry urged. «Feel it all over. Mom has taken it plenty of times, and she's got a nice, tight pussy.»