Jason Cannon - Competing with mom

Les grabbed Denise's wrists in one hand and threw her to the cot as Nikki bounced up and stood, mouth wide open and knees shaking.

"All right, you cunt," Les hissed. "You want my cock? I'll give it to you!"

He slapped her, first across the face and then the breasts. Nikki watched the two fight until, at last, Les pinned her down on the cot beneath him. He reached with his free hand and ripped the crotch of her shorts clear away.

Denise wore no panties and Nikki could see the light-brown fur of her pussy and the wet, pink furrow in its middle. He ripped away her halter and her breasts rippled across her body in pink-tipped freedom.

"You want cock… then take it!" Les growled.

He plunged and fucked half of his cock inside. her cunt. Denise immediately went rigid. She gritted her teeth as the rigid shaft skewered her cuntlips.

My God, Nikki thought, he's fucking her! He's fucking his own sister! lie's got his cock up inside his own sister's cunt! That cock was just in my cunt. He took my virginity and I didn't even come, and now he's fucking his own sister!

Where Denise had been fighting before, she was now moaning, making small animal noises deep in her throat. She threw her legs wide., shifting the shorts away and drawing her brother's stiff cock all the way up into her pussy.

Mesmerized, suspended between fear and fascination, Nikki watched them flack. They seemed unaware of her.

"Is it good… is it good, Sis?" Les cried. "Is my cock good?" 'Tuck me, Leg! Pound me… drive your sweet meat into me!"

Nikki shuddered and looked down at her own body. Her cunt was again soaking her pubic hair and her thighs with juice.

"Oh, my God!" she cried aloud. She grabbed her clothes and ran into the other part of the bath house.

As she dressed, she heard both brother and sister moaning through their mutual orgasms.

Guilt, anger and hurt were her companions in the car driving home. By the time she had pulled into the garage, she had added frustration to the list.

Nikki had endured more pain to her body and mind than she had thought possible. Her virginity had been lost. She had been humiliated by a boy who cared nothing for her. And she had not even had a climax to show for it.

She looked at herself. Her hair and makeup were a mess, almost as bad as her clothes. What would her mother think? What would she say when she saw her?

Just inside the back door she paused, listening. She could hear her mother upstairs, in her room. Removing her shoes, Nikki padded quietly up the stairs and slipped past the partially open door to the bathroom.

This is getting to be a habit, she th6ught as she stripped down to her bare skin. Her panties were stained as badly as her thighs and belly. Well, she shrugged, that's that, anyway.

The door opened before Nikki could block it.

"Oh, honey… I didn't hear you come… good Lord!"

It only took one look for her mother to surmise immediately what had happened. Nikki had been determined to keep silent about the afternoon, just as she had remained silent about the previous evening with Jordon.

But her mother's instant reaction changed all that.

"I told you… I told you

"You told me what, Mother?"

"Fooling around with that Jack Marsh? With boys so much older – than you are? Oh God… I knew. I knew something like this would happen. I knew you'd turn into a tramp."

"Mother!"

"Did you go right to his place? Did you even go to the Carter's?"

"Yes, I went to the Carter's," Nikki said, a note of hysteria creeping into her voice. "That's where it happened."

"Oh no,,, her mother said, her eyes wide. "You mean Harry? Harry Carter did this to you??' "No, Mother… it wasn't Harry Carter. It wasn't my wild yearnings for older men; Cause you call them."

"Then who. WHO?"

"It was Les!" Nikki screamed, and ran out of the bath and down the hail to her own room. She flopped across the bed, laughing hysterically and crying all at the same time.

In a few minutes her mother sat beside her, cradling her in her arms. "Tell me… tell me, baby what happened?"

Nikki poured the whole story out to her, including its ending with Les and his sister flicking in the bath house.

By the time she had finished, calmness had returned and so had the painful ache between her thighs. It had spread throughout her whole body until all she wanted to do was sleep.

Her mother was in the hail. She could hear her talking on the phone. She heard Harry Carter's name and she heard the word "doctor".

Then her mother was drawing her into a hot bath. It felt good, it erased the grime and stench of Leg' touch, of his body, from hers.

Still naked, she found her way back to her bed and slipped beneath the covers. She was almost asleep when the doctor came in with her mother.

The examination was brief and painful. They left her alone and she heard voices in the hail. One of them was Les Carter's. She wanted to scream out, to curse him for what he had done. But she was too weak.

Then her mother was back. Her hands were taken into her mother's hands and put into her lap.

Her mother's voice was making sounds. She concentrated. She forced herself to listen until the sounds became words.

"…and so," her mother was saying, "Harry Mr. Carter and I, have talked the whole thing over and decided that the blame doesn't entirely lie with you or Les. After all, he is a healthy young boy and you are a beautiful, rather amply endowed young woman, as Harry has pointed out. It's only natural that you two be drawn toward each other and, at your ages, well.

Oh no! Nikki thought. No… NO! You bitch. You hypocritical old cunt. You think I led him on. You aren't blaming him at all. You're blaming me. You dirty whore, you're blaming me!

She continued to watch the bright-red slash of her mother's lips move. But she heard nothing. Slowly, without obvious motivation, she withdrew her hand from her mother's lap. A calm, peaceful serenity seemed to engulf her mind and her body. Suddenly, she knew nothing could touch her, nothing could bother her. She smiled.

"I knew you'd understand, dear," her mother continued. "And when the first shock of all this wears off, I'm sure you and Les might even become friends. Who knows… maybe even good friends."

Faith Pruitt left the room. Nikki could hear her voice in the hail. She slid from the bed and padded to the door. Peeking around the corner she could see her mother and Harry Carter at the top of the stairs.

"I'm glad everything worked out so well, Faith," he was saying. "By the way…" He reached up and cupped one of her mother's breasts. "Why don't you come up to the house tonight? We'll have a little nude swim like last lime."

"I was supposed to go over to Jordon's tonight," her mother giggled.

"Cancel… we'll have us a good time. You can stay all night. It will do Nikki good to be alone."

"Maybe you're right," Faith said.

Nikki walked back to the bed and slid beneath the covers. In seconds she was sound asleep.

It was dark in the room when she awoke. Her mother was gently shaking her shoulder. "Honey honey, wake up." "Huh… what?"

Faith was dressed for an evening out.

"I'm leaving now. Don't wait up for me… I might be late."

"Will you be over at Jordon's?"

"No… not tonight. I was supposed to be there around eight though, so if he calls, tell him I won't be able to make it. Tell him I had to work late and I'll call him tomorrow."

"All right," Nikki said, smiling. "Are you all right?"

"Certainly," Nikki replied. "I'm fine.., really. You go ahead and…have a nice time."

"I plan on it," her mother giggled.

Nikki waited until she could no longer hear the car, then climbed out of bed and carefully dressed.