Foster Davis - The seduction of mommy

"What's wrong with this?" Judy countered, not even bothering to look at her mother.

"It's God-awful!" was all Arlene could say.

There would have been a heated argument – the two often fought about what constituted proper dress for a sixteen-year-old girl – but the doorbell rang before the shouting began. It was Judy's boy friend, a tall, skinny kid with a babyish face, handsome in some atypical way. The boy barely stood inside the doorway, impatient for Judy to get her jacket. He mumbled an embarrassed "Glad to meet you," at Arlene.

Now Arlene was alone in the house except for Bill who was getting ready to leave in about fifteen minutes. She listened to the shower as Bill prepared himself. He and Ralph were going on a double-date, Ralph being a year older and having a driver's license.

Arlene sat in an easy chair and worried about her daughter. She hoped Judy wasn't going all the way with any of the boys she dated. Did her daughter have the common sense to say no? She was such a rebellious girl, but would she go so far as to let a boy have his way with her? The way Judy had been dressing of late, it was certain that every boy she dated was trying to get between those lovely young legs of hers. Would Judy let them do it? Arlene remembered how she had acted herself at her daughter's age. Frequently she would park with a boy and kiss for hours, and a few times she had let a guy work his finger around the outside of her panties (once she had even come that way!). But that was the extent of her sexual activity, and she hoped it was the extent of Judy's, too. Her mind drifted from Judy to Bill and she wondered whether her son had ever laid a girl. She hoped he hadn't because he might get serious about a girl, and he was too young for that. Besides there was always the danger of getting a girl pregnant. But mostly she was concerned about her daughter's chastity. A willing girl could always find a partner; it was far more difficult for a boy. She thought it was highly unlikely that her son had ever experienced intercourse.

Bill turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He had told his mother he was going on a double-date with Ralph, but that was a lie. He couldn't very well tell her the truth, that he was going next door to fuck Sam Carter's wife. Barbara Carter… Jesus, what a piece of ass! Up until she'd seduced him a year ago, he had only laid one girl and the lone experience hadn't been very satisfying. But since Barbara and he had been screwing – they met an average of twice a week – his sex life had reached explosive proportions. He'd fucked more girls recently than he could count, not just high school chicks, but a few college girls and a couple of married women as well. All thanks to Barbara and the technique she'd taught him. In spite of the incredible variety of female sex partners he'd had of late, he never tired of fucking Barbara. He was sure glad that her husband Sam had to be away on business so often. Good old Sam!

He smiled at himself in the mirror while combing his hair.

He admired himself. Barbara kept telling him how handsome he was and how much he turned her on. He sucked in his breath, forcing his chest outward. He was well developed for his age. Muscular, five-ten, one hundred sixty-five pounds. There was almost no hair to be found on his chest, but for Barbara, he knew, this fact added to his youthful appeal. He brushed his teeth, and then added a few touches of his father's cologne to his neck and cheeks. He dressed.

He was ready.

In the living room his mother told him to have a good time. He nodded and left. After walking up the block, he circled and returned down the alley, passing his own back yard, leaping the Carter fence and going to the back door. He went directly in. Many times Barbara had warned him not to knock because the sound might rouse the neighbors.

There was no light inside, and he wondered whether she was home, but then he heard her voice, calm and sexy, and felt his way toward the point of its origin.

"Over here, Billy. Don't turn any lights on, just come here!"

When he reached the edge of the couch, he could hear her breathing softly beneath him. She struck a match to light a cigarette (or perhaps the cigarette was just an excuse for striking the match) and he saw her. All of her. Barbara's nude body was so exciting that it stirred his penis into an instant erection. She was positioned lewdly, one ankle draped over the back of the couch, the other foot planted flat on the deep pile carpet. Her pussy was wide open, the lips puffy, a glistening hint of moisture there. Her nipples were already hard, standing out atop her firm white breasts. Her long black hair was scattered about on a throw pillow, and her face looked young, younger even than her actual twenty-six years. She blew out the match, leaving the impression of her lovely nude figure to linger in Bill's mind.

She took only one puff from the cigarette, giggled and blotted it out in an ashtray.

"Come down here and kiss me!" she whispered.

He knelt on the carpet and leaned so that his torso was over the edge of the couch. His mouth met hers immediately, and he sucked on her moist, parted lips before allowing his tongue to venture into her. Their tongues slid wetly against each other, toying, caressing. With the tip of his tongue, Bill wandered across her inner cheeks, along the roof of her mouth, over her small straight teeth. Then he stuck his tongue down as deep as it would go, aggressively, the way she had taught him. They sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.

While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.

God, thought Bill, she's really hot for it tonight!

Suddenly she put a hand on each of his shoulders and shoved him back, breaking the kiss. Feverishly, she said, "Let's fuck now, Bill! I got so hot waiting for you to come over that I'll come right away if you put it in me. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can and then we'll rest and talk for a while and later we can do it slow and proper. How does that sound?"

While she'd been talking, her hand had reached out to unzip his fly. With able fingers she had extracted his erect young cock and had worked her hand softly around the tip, making his juice gather there and smear her palm.

"Fine," he said in response to her question.

He was eager to drown his prick in her sopping channel, and a quick wild fuck sounded like just the right way to get the night started.

He began to loosen his belt, but she stopped him by sternly commanding, "No, leave your clothes on! Get down here and fuck me, hurry!"

She held onto his penis which jutted out through the slit in his underwear. She didn't let go even when he stepped back toward the other end of the couch. The ooze from his pulsating prick was lubricating her entire hand now, and his lust was so intense that he felt the sperm aching in his balls and wondered whether he would accidentally come in her hand. One thing he knew for certain – this fuck wasn't going to last very long. But that was apparently what both of them wanted. A quick fuck. No preliminaries. No holding back.

Bill positioned one knee between Barbara's legs. He then reached up and grabbed the calf of the leg which was resting on the sofa-back. He repositioned her so that both her feet were on the seat portion of the sofa. Then he brought his other knee up so that he was kneeling entirely between her open thighs. He could see the vaguest outline of her now, his eyes having become accustomed to the dark. Her mouth was open, emitting harsh gasps of anticipation. One arm was flung wantonly above her head, the other extended toward him as she still fondled his stiff penis.