Jason Cannon: Competing with mom

"No… Jack, please don't."

"Please let me kiss you, Nikki… please."

"You know I don't care if you kiss me," she said. "It's everything you always want to do along with it."

He lowered his head over hers until their lips touched. At first he was gentle, his lips romantically caressing hers. But, as usual, passion entered the kiss and the embrace. Again his arms became like the tentacles of an octopus as they wound around her body. The hands reaching, almost clawing to find their way to the soft fullness at the sides of her tits.

His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his tongue came out and eventually wormed its way between her lips. At the same time one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her fit. The hand was hot on her breast, the tongue even hotter in her mouth.

She felt her body being turned sideways in the seat. And then the pulsing hardness of his young cock was against her belly. He found her hand with his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed it. It was as if she were testing its resiliency in her hand.

He groaned.

Her tongue met his.

Stop! Her mind screamed. Don't let him go any farther! She could feel some of the control escaping her body.

"Don't let it start and it won't happen to you," her mother 's voice echoed in her ears.

But she wanted him to touch her. She loved his hands on her tits. She, reveled in the tingling feeling his palms gave her nipples as they rolled her breasts around and around on her chest.

But, as always, he was hover satisfied with just her fits. Not through the material other blouse and bra. He would want to feel her bare skin. Then would come the time when even, that wouldn't be enough. He would want to put his hand down between her legs. He would want to rub the softness below her pelvic bone. Harder and harder he would rub until she would become a blubbering mass of frenzied, frustrated flesh.

Each time she had let him get that far it had been harder to stop.

And this night she didn't want him to stop. She knew that if she let him get that far this night, she might let him go all the way.

Her breasts were hot, thrusting against his hand.

Oh, my God! She thought, suddenly realizing that he had untied her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were bare, cupped in his kneading hands. The nipples were like two hard raisins as they throbbed in his caressing palms.

She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping through her panties and the skin-tight shorts she wore. The seam of her shorts had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her cut that made her body scream for release.

"Stop… Jack, we can't "We can," he growled. "You want to as much as I do."

She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.

"No she cried, and tried to pull away.

"Touch it, Nikki… touch it and squeeze it!"

Her hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good.., too good. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridge of the cockhead. It made her cunt tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away the guilt of her maidenhead and pierce her with pleasure.

Other thoughts raced through her mind- "You're fifteen years old… barely fifteen years old. Jack's in college… twenty years old," her mother had said. "His ideas are too old7 for you."

"He loves me, Mother."

"He loves your body… and when he had it, he'll find another one to love."

"That's not true."

"It isn't, huh?"

"You go out with men younger than you are, Nikki countered.

"I've already made my mistakes," her mother said, looking directly at her.

Nikki knew what she meant. She had known since she was old enough to know what sex was all about. Her mother had fallen in love with an older man. But lie hadn't loved her. He had only wanted her. Nikki was the result.

But that wasn't true with Jack. She was sure he loved her. If anything, Nikki wasn't totally sure she loved him. She loved his looks, his strong, muscular body. She loved the expensive places he was able to take her. And she loved going to them in the car his father had given him for his birthday.

She loved all those thing about him, but she wasn't sure she loved him.

She was sure she loved his cock.

His body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart. She managed to get her knees against his hips and hold him of f.

"Jesus… oh Jesus, Nikki. Do you always gotta be such a prick-tease?"

"I'm not a tease," she whimpered. "I admit. I want to… but we have to wait."

"Wait for what?" he cited.

"Until we're out of school. 'til we re sure we can get married."

"Hell, that's two years. You'll drive me crazy by then. I love you, Nikki. I really love you. Please let me put it inside you."

"Can't we do it like the last time?" she pleaded. "Damn, honey… goin' off in a hanky with your hand just doesn't get it"

Again his hand slid between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, but not tightly enough to impede his progress. "Jack…" she wailed.

"Just… just let me touch you," he begged, his own hand now listing the thick length of his cock.

Up, up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers had slid beneath the crotchband of her panties. She went stiff as a board when he touched her soft curly pubic hair. Using his middle finger, he separated her heated cuntal lips. When his touch came in contact with the slick, sticky walls of her cunt, he moaned and his body shook.

"Oh, shit, Nikki… you're so good, so beautiful. Your pussy is really something. You're hot…and…your pussy is wet as hell." His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp cunt. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated balls ached with the need to be emptied. Slowly, his courage grew until he felt the old confidence returning. Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.

Nikki knew she should make him stop, should call a halt before everything got out of hand again. But she couldn't.. She wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers had ever given her.

His finger came up against her already excited cut and her hips lurched. "Is that it… right there?"

"Yes… yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.

His finger slipped in further with her movement. The pulpy layers Qf her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little farther.

"No.. no more, Jack!" she gasped. "That's far enough!

Oh, dear God, it was good! What was wrong with her? Why didn't she just go ahead and let him flick her.. put them both-out of such misery and get it over with?

Her mother preached, but never practiced. She took her pleasure where she, found it. Was her mother already fucking that salesman in the office, Jordon Townsend? She probably was. Faith Pruitt was probably humping up and down right DOW over Townsend's cock, enjoying every inch of it.

And Nikki was making an ass of herself over Jack Marsh's finger.

Jordon was ten years younger than her mother, at least. He was probably about five years older than Jack. But he was giving her mother all the pleasure his cock could give her on some soft motel bed.

And Nikki was flicking a finger in the back seat of a car.