Jason Cannon: Competing with mom

"Was it good?" he whispered, sliding his body up alongside hers and cradling her head and shoulders in his arms.

"It… it was beautiful, and you know it," she replied, unable to look him straight in the eye.

His hand gently cupped her breast, without his previous insistence. Along her thigh she felt the throbbing hardness of his cock, and realized she hadn't even looked at it. She had been so embroiled in her own sexual torment and eventual satisfaction that she had completely forgotten about his cock.

Absently she wondered if it were bigger than Jack's. She could feel its thickness on her leg, and guessed it was a lot thicker, and probably a lot larger.

Now he'll fuck me, Nikki thought. I've come and now he'll want to come. Should I let him take my virginity? God knows I don't want it any more.

Then his lips were on hers. The kiss lingered, full of warmth and tenderness. This time his tongue didn't enter her mouth. His lips just gently sawed back and forth on hers.

She felt the familiar itch, the warm surge start again between her legs. She reined the stiffness in her arm and let her hand start to trail down across her body toward her leg.., and his cock.

Then the kiss was broken and he was sliding from the bed. She rolled her head to look at him. He was like an Adonis, tall and beautiful, in the dim blue light. His cock was a massive length of throbbing muscle, much bigger and harder than Jack's as it stood like a spear from his hairy groin.

Involuntarily her legs started creeping open and the juices began to flow again from her recently tongued cuntlips.

"Good night," he said.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Nikki asked, amazement flooding her pretty face.

"Nothing… to you. I've changed my mind," n. said, turning and moving to the door.

"Where are you going?", She sat upright in the bed.

He turned back to her. Again, that all-knowing, mocking smile creased his face. "I'm gonna go next door and wake up your mamma. Then I'm gonna fuck her brains out."

Breakfast the next morning was an agonizing affair, composed of her mother's hangover and Nikki's embarrassment.

"Jesus, kid, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I let that bastard stay the night here. You know I wouldn't do anything like that unless I'd been drinking too much."

"Yes, Mother," Nikki said, concentrating on her orange juice and cereal while her mother gagged down a cup of coffee.

Nikki found herself studying her mother's body as she had at the door of the bathroom the previous evening. The thin nightgown hid nothing of her mother's voluptuous figure. Nikki remembered when she was younger and she saw her mother like this. Her own breasts were just blossoming, just starting to fill a training bra. She envied her mother then the huge, jutting globes of her breasts in a tight sweater. She envied the way men and boys ogled her everywhere she went.

Now Nikki knew that she was more beautiful than her mother, and her figure was younger, firmer and mote appealing. Now she got all the stares even if her mother wouldn't let the young girl wear the tight clothes that she, herself, insiste4 on wearing.

But her mother was still having all the fun. Her mother was still able to get all the men, young and old, into her bed. While Nikki remained frustrated and virginal. Her looks and her figure could more than compete with her mother's, but even last night Jordan had stopped and returned to her, rather than fuck Nikki.

Why? Because she wasn't a woman yet, and her mother was. And a man wanted a woman. A boy wanted a girl; Jack wanted her. Jordon wanted her mother.

"What did you say, Mother? I'm so… my mind was somewhere else."

"I said, I don't think I can make it in to work today. And I'm supposed to drop some papers off for my boss to sign at his place."

"Mr. Carter?"

"Yeah. They're important. I've already called hint and told him that you'll bring them over for him to sign and then bring them back here to me. By that time I should be able to drag myself out."

"But how am I going to get there?"

"Take the car, silly."

"But, Mother, I'm only supposed to drive when someone else is with me."

"Oh,. bull. You're a good driver… don't worry about it. The papers are on the dining worn table. And take your time.;,. I want to get my stomach back where it belongs.

It was typical of her mother to shun all authority except her own. The fact that the law said one thing didn't bother Faith Pruitt at all if she said another. My sex life was the same; one rule for everyone else, and a different one for herself.

Nikki drove carefully along the river drive, watching for random patrol cars. She stayed well under the speed limit because of them and because she was in no great hurry to see her mother's boss, Harry Cartel.

He was a giant of a man, gruff, and used to getting his own way. Nikki's impression of him the few times she had met him was that he usually got what he wanted, and the way he had looked at her, it seemed that Nikki's body was what he wanted.

The fact that he had a daughter eighteen, three years older than Nikki, hadn't seemed to bother him in the least. She had accompanied her mother to his place for parties on two different occasions, and both times found herself alone with him in the study of the big, sprawling old mansion.

He had never actually touched her, but his eyes had completely undressed and assessed her body. In words and looks, he let her know that he would enjoy her company any time, and she wouldn't regret it. It was hard for a young girl with no money to get into a good college these days. He let her know that he could arrange it for her.

"Oh, Mr. Carter.. don't be silly. Why, I'm younger than Denise… three years younger," she had, told him.

"But a lot like Denise," he said. '4Shelo6ked twenty when she was fifteen."

And she had acted it, too, Nikki thought. Denise had started dating when she was fourteen, and by the time she was fifteen she had worked her way through the entire high school football team. At least twice. It was common knowledge that, between Denise and her brother Les, they had given their mother a nervous breakdown with their sexual escapades. It was also common knowledge that their father just laughed about the whole thing and used his wealth and influence to bail them out of each scrape they got themselves into.

She shivered a little as she pulled the car between the huge wrought-iron gates and up the winding tree-lined drive. She stopped and, before she could reach the front door, it opened.

"Well… well… well, I must say, you're a much prettier messenger than I anticipated."

"Hello, Mr. Carter. Here are the papers you needed," Nikki said, offering the envelope with an outstretched arm.

"Come in… come in," the older man said, taking the envelope with one, hand and her arm with the other.

He led tea down the hall and in to his study. "Hew have you been, Nikki?" he asked, sitting behind the huge desk and motioning her to a chair. "Fine… just fine," she said, keeping -her knees together and sitting on the very edge of the chair.

"You're looking as fresh and lovely as ever," he said, his eye dropping to the front of her blouse.

"Thank you… a, Mother said I should wait and bring those back with me."

"A… yes… well, let me takes look here." She smiled inwardly. He had gotten the point. "Oh, dear… I'm afraid P11 have to look these over, Nikki. The kids are out by the pool. Why don't you join them. Have a swim if you want to. This will take at least an hour."

Wanting to be anywhere but alone in the study with him, Nikki agreed.

At the pool she ran directly into Denise Carter. The meeting, as Nikki had expected, was a little strained. Denise had been three years ahead of her in school, and was now going to the same college as Jack Marsh. For the last year, she had been trying to date Jack, but to no avail. He had wanted only Nikki, and he had told her so.