Jason Cannon: Competing with mom

His fingers were making a steady in-and-out flicking motion while his palm pressed tightly against her cut. His fingers went in a little farther and he felt a sudden lurch in her body.

"Does it feel good, honey? Does it feel good to your pussy?"

"Yes," she grudgingly admitted, unable to still the quivering in her thighs or the lurching of her hips.

"More… should I do it some more?"

Her face was bright red with shame as she answered him. "Yes… yes, don't stop!"

"Reach between your legs then… and play with me at the same time."

She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hand until it closed around his cock. Smoothly and swiftly she started pounding back and forth on his meat with her clenched fist Oh God, it was good! The blood and muscle throbbing from its center, vibrating in her sweaty palm. The cockhead dripping and pulsing with lust, lust for her pussy. The feel of her skin, the power in his Cock, muddled her brain. It isn't fair, it isn't! her mind screamed. The hands squeezed his cock harder; Pull, pull! Her mind said. Pull it down and into you!

Then the name flooded her common sense. Mrs. Jack Marsh. Nikki Mush.

"Move your finger harder, faster!" she cried.

Encouraged by her cries, the boy finger-fucked her in earnest He slammed his fingers in and out of her cunt while his palm crushed her pulsing clitoris.

She shivered and lurched her pussy against him as each jolt brought a new wave of passion surging through her belly. Her hands became a vise %as they squeezed and pounded his cock. She could feel the rippling sensations spreading throughout her lust-soaked cuntal hole.

"Keep rubbing… oh God, Jack, don't stop… keep rubbing right here…"

"You gonna come?"

"Soon," she said, "soon!"

"I know… I can smell you getting hotter down there. It's fantastic!"

Nikki lifted her ass with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for satisfaction.

As the movement of his fingers increased the pressure on her pulsating clit, her lips trembled, and he heard a blood-curdling sound erupting from her throat. He felt her cunt begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax.

Nikki felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming cunt. The ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she wondered if she were dying. It felt as if she were being splintered into a million pieces and, suddenly, her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.

"Oh God, Nikki, don't stop! Don't stop pumping my cock…"

"Are you?" she cried, lifting one hand from his cock and frantically reaching for the hanky in her bag "It's coming… it's coming!"

She was too late.

His body convulsed like a wildly bucking stallion. He was spewing huge globs. She saw the spurting white liquid explode from the head of his spasming cock and tried to roll out of the way.

She couldn't. It went all over her skirt, her blouse, her panties. It even splattered against her exposed breasts and ran down to form a puddle between them.

"Oh shit, Jack… don't! Look out, it's going all over me!"

He collapsed across her, his body trembling from the exertion of his come.

" I…oh Jesus, Nikki, I'm sorry" he gasped. "Are you okay'?"

"Yes," she said, an element of disgust creeping into her voice. "I guess so. But my clothes… God, what if I meet Mom going into the house.

"Jesus… I said I was sorry. I just couldn't stop."

"All right," she said, "let's go."

They were silent, neither of them even looking at the other the full five miles back to town.

Nikki busied herself with hanky and kleenex. By the glove compartment light she managed to remove most of his sticky cum from her clothes and body. Then, another jolt hit her when she tried to fasten her bra and found out the clasp had been ripped clear off in the struggle.

Oh fine, she thought, just peat. A tight blouse and I go into the house with no bra on. Biting her lip to keep from bitching out loud, she raised the blouse to her neck, slid the bra off, and slipped it into her purse.

But the time they pulled into her drive, she had managed to straighten her clothes and rebutton the blouse.

"Oh shit,' she said.

'What's the matter?"

"Jordon's here… that's his car. And the lights are on downstairs."

"They're probably already finished," Jack said, stinging her with his sarcasm.

It had hurt her, as he had known it would. He immediately wished he hadn't said it. No one likes to admit that their mother is the ton punch board and doesn't bother to hide it.

Her face burned as she got out of the car and paused, waiting He didn't move.

"Goad night," she shrugged, when he didn't offer to walk her to the door.

"Good night," he replied.

She turned and had taken four or five steps when he called.

"Nikki."

"Yeah?" She turned back to face him.

"I won't be calling you for a while. I think it's best."

He didn't wait for an answer.

She watched the red tail lights all the way down the block to the corner. Then they disappeared and, as she bit her lip, she couldn't hold back the tears that squeezed from each eye and rolled down her cheeks.

"Damn," she said to herself, turned, and ran up onto the porch. She finally managed to fumble her key free from her purse and paused to examine herself again before opening the door.

"Oh Lord," she said, looking down at the giant swells of her own breasts bursting in the tight blouse. She had always been proud of her large and heavy, but very firm, breasts. Now she wished they were a little smaller and a lot saggier. She also wished the nipples were a little less prominent and the areolas not quite so dark and protruding. They were like two dark, silver-dollar-sized beacons shining through the thin material of her blouse.

Also, to make matters worse, the two top buttons of the blouse had been ripped off. The molded globes of her generous tits bunched and swelled in the gap. The long dark line of her cleavage gave anyone who wanted to look a good gauge of her ample cup size.

"Jesus,," she said to herself, "What a mess!"

Taking a deep breath, and immediately exhaling it when she saw the remainder of the buttons threaten to burst, she gently opened the door. Stepping into the dim foyer, she shut the door as quietly as possible behind her and walked quickly toward the stain.

"Is that you, Nikki?"

"Yes, Mother," she called, her hand poised on the bannister, hoping her mother would stay in the den.

"You're late."

"Yes…I know, a…they had trouble with the projector. It made the movie run longer.

"Bah… don't give me that." Nikki thanked her lucky stars when she heard the prominent slur in her mother's voice. She had been drinking and, from the sound of it a lot. "You've probably been out parking."

"I told you, Mother…" "Come in here!"

"In a minute," Nikki said. "I've got to go to the bathroom."

She bolted up the stairs and down the hail. Her mind was racing. If she could get into the bathroom, she could wash the smell of sex from her body, strip, and go downstairs in her robe.

She didn't think about the bathroom door being dosed until it opened just in front of her and Jordon Townsend stepped into the hail.

"Christ," he said, his eyes immediately falling to her heaving tits. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," she said, feeling her nipples push even harder against the taut material.

"Oh, yeah? You a mess."

She met his grinning eyes with her own flashing ones. God, she hated him, the cocky bastard. Hated him for fucking her mother, hated him for being so handsome, she even hated football because Jordon had been a big college football hero.