Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book One

Tracy was about to pounce on her when Lois’s phone started vibrating on the nightstand.

“Lemme get that, it’s probably Phil.” she said.

She sat up snatching the phone up, hitting the answer button, and held the phone up to her ear.

“Hello? Oh hi, honey!” she said as she laid back on the bed, her fingers sliding up and down over her stomach. “ Where are you? You were gone when I got up this morning, and you didn’t leave me a note.” She paused, listening, and her fingers moved lower, brushing over the smooth expanse of skin where her pubes used to be, then kept going. She laughed at something her son said, and turned her head away from Tracy.

“I know, but I just miss you, honey.” she said softly, her fingers dipping down further, lightly caressing the outer lips of her pussy, her pinky dragging up through the moist crease of her cunt slit.

Tracy watched wide eyed as Lois played with her pussy while she talked to her son. She had a good idea now who her friend’s new look was for. As she listened, she understood why her friend wanted to look younger.

“I don’t mean to be one of those mother’s.” she said, as another finger dipped into the moist slit of her pussy, and her breathing got heavier. “What? Do I know her? Oh… her. Yes, it’s okay if you bring her over. But you have to watch the movie in the living room. Okay, I’ll see you in a little while. I love you.”

She blew a kiss into the phone, then let it drop onto the bed. She heaved a heavy sigh as she turned her head to look at Tracy.

“Phil’s on his way home. and he’s bringing a friend to watch a movie.”

“I heard,” Tracy said quietly, watching her friend closely. “I take it you don’t like this… friend?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” she turned her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “She’s not as bad as some of the little bitches he brings over. They all fawn all over him like they can’t wait to let him get into their pants! And do you know the worst part of it all?

She turned to look at Tracy again. There were tears welling up in her eyes, but she blinked a few times to clear them.

“The worst part of it is, I don’t like them because I think I’m jealous!”

Tracy reached out and laid her hand on her stomach, letting her fingers brush slowly back and forth.

“I know how you feel, sweetie. I feel the same way about those little sluts Kyle drags home.” she paused, not wanting to be too obvious what she already knew, and where she thought, even hoped, it was going to lead. She thought it would be best for Lois to make her own decisions on that.

“Phil’s a goodlooking guy, so you shouldn’t be surprised when women are attracted to him. And what you’re feeling is natural. We all feel threatened when we think someone is trying to take our baby away from us. No matter how big it… I mean, he is.”

She hoped she got her point across by stressing women, instead of girls, and letting her know that her desires were natural. Now she just had to see what happened next.

“But I guess I better get going,” she said, moving off the bed and picking up her clothes. “And you need to get dressed.”

She decided to throw caution to the winds.

“Unless you want him to see the junior high school slut his mom wants to be.”

“Oooooohhhh! You’re terrible!” Lois cried as she scampered off the bed. She threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tight. “I could never do that! I’m not as brave as you are!”

I don’t know about that, Tracy thought as she hugged her friend. She was pretty sure that she was going to hear more about Phil in the next few days.

“Yeah, I am. And proud of it!” she said, easing out from Lois’s arms. She slipped her blouse over her head, and stepped into her skirt. “Kyle’s probably gonna be home soon too. And I’m wondering what he’s going to want to eat for dinner!”

The girl Phil brought over was nice enough, but Lois couldn’t make herself like her for some reason. They’d gotten settled in the living room after collecting a selection of snacks and soft drinks from the kitchen. They were watching some gory slasher movie, and the girl was cuddling up close to Phil, and squealing with exaggerated fear every other scene.

Lois tried to stay out of the way, hiding out in her bedroom like she usually did when he had company, but she found herself making excuses to interrupt them. She rummaged around in the kitchen for a few minutes the first time, then walked back and forth having an imaginary conversation with Tracy. She finally got to be such a pain, that the girl left before the movie was over.

Phil didn’t say anything to her about it, but it was obvious that he was upset with her. He spent most of the afternoon in his room, then had come out and announced that he was going to karate practice. It didn’t hit her till later that this was a Wednesday, and karate was on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

He’d come home about an hour ago, said hello as he breezed by, and went straight to his room. She hadn’t seen him since.

Pouring another margarita from the pitcher on the coffee table, Lois flopped back on the couch and drank half of it, not even tasting the sweet concoction. It was after midnight now, and she’d killed half the pitcher already, and was feeling no pain, but her mind was awhirl with nasty images.

She kept replaying her lesbian love session with Tracy, which brought up images of Tracy and her son locked in a lusty embrace, their bodies writhing sweatily as they fucked each other frantically. But what bothered and excited her most was when those images morphed into her and her own son Phil sucking and fucking together like a pair of wild animals.

Even though she hated to admit it to herself, she knew that it was her own son that she’d shaved her pussy for. It was obvious that his tastes ran to the younger girls, and with her shaved pussy, she looked as young any of his girlfriends. The problem was, she’d actually have to show it to him before he’d know that.

Her hand moved down between her legs, gliding over the baby smooth skin of her clean shaven cuntlips. She knew she’d surprised Tracy when she told her she wanted to be bald down there, but when they saw it after all the hair had been removed, they both knew she’d made the right choice. With her petite build, and small tits, her bare pussy made her look like a teenager.

Letting her fingers slip between the slippery smooth lips of her pussy, she dipped a finger into her cunt hole, gasping, amazed at how wet she was. It had been hours since she fooled around with Tracy, and she’d showered twice already, but her juicy little quim was still sopping wet. She hadn’t let herself masturbate all evening, because she knew she’d be fantasizing about her son.

I need to fingerfuck, she thought as she got to her feet and staggered down the hall, holding onto the wall so she didn’t fall down. If I don’t cum again soon, I’m going to go out of my mind. Maybe I should call Tracy, and see if she’ll come over and eat me out again. That was a little dangerous, with Phil in the house. Or maybe they could have phonesex. She’d been wanting to try that for a long time.

Lois could see a light under her son Phil’s door, and she stopped outside his room listening, but couldn’t tell if he was awake or not. She knew that in her present condition, if he was awake, that she would end up spreading her legs for him, if not outright begging him to fuck her. And even as drunk as she was, she didn’t know if she was ready to take that step.

She turned the knob, and pushed the door open just a crack and peeked inside. Phil was sprawled out on his back, sound asleep, with just a sheet covering his hips and part of his legs. The light on his nightstand was still on, and Lois told herself that she was just going in to turn it off for him.