Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

"I don't know what you're getting at, but I suppose it's possible."

"R-read some more," my voice quavered in apprehension. "Maybe Trudy gives his real name."

Her eyes scanned down the page, and then she flipped it over to the next one. "Yes, here it is," she said halfway down.

"Is-is it, H-Horace?" I trembled to my soul. "Yes, how did you know? It says here: Sally's date is really named Horace. Yeecchh! I hope for her sake he's more of a Buzz than a Horace."

I felt faint from the revelation. All of my vital signs seemed to be deserting me from the shock.

"Betty, what's wrong?" Diane grabbed told of me and asked with concern. "You look like you're going to pass out. Do you know this Buzz kid by any chance?"

All I could manage was to nod my head.

"How?" she excitedly wanted me to elaborate. "From where? This is the lead we need to find those damn girls."

I tried to speak, but I just couldn't manage it. It was too embarrassing to admit that I'd had an affair with one of my own daughter's dates.

However, Diane was not going to easily quit. She grabbed my shoulders and began shaking me. "This is no time to play games, our daughters are missing," she reminded me. "Now come clean. Who is this Buzz, or Horace, or whatever he's called?"

"He-he mowed my lawn," I tried to get off easily.

"And?" Diane bulldoggedly persevered. "Some kid cutting your grass wouldn't make you behave like this."

"I-I-I…" I tried to tell her, but the words wouldn't come. It was all so humiliating.

Diane pulled my face around and looked directly into my frightened eyes. I could tell by her expression that she read me like a book.

"You fucked him, didn't you, Betty?" she softly said.

"Y-y-yes," I acknowledged in a whisper.

"When?"

"Only yesterday."

"The same day he and his friend double dated with Trudy and Sally?"

She shot up from the bed and paced around the room. At first I thought she was disgusted with me, but then I gradually realized that there was something she wasn't telling me.

"D-Diane," I finally summoned enough courage to speak her name, "are you holding something back?"

She stopped circling and wheeled around to face me. Anguish was etched in her face.

"Yes?" I said expectantly.

"I-I thought I was the only one!" she blurted.

"What?"

"The only one who fucked my daughter's boyfriends. I've been doing it ever since Trudy stated dating. There's so many of them to pick from, and some of them are so good-looking-I just couldn't resist."

The coincidence was insane. So insane that I snapped. All of a sudden I was laughing like a lunatic. There seemed nothing else to do.

Diane regarded me suspiciously, and then joined in. It was the only way to relieve the tension.

"What do we do now?" I asked when she had calmed down. "We know what we've been up to, but we still don't know about Trudy and Sally."

Diane looked at me searchingly before she spoke. "I guess I'd better level with you," she said. "The basketball team rents an apartment in the city for their conquests. They call it their pad."

"How do you know?"

"I made it with the center a few times."

"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"I was afraid you'd figure out the rest."

"And you think our girls might be there with these guys?"

"Most likely."

"Then let's get going."

We went in my car, with Diane giving the directions. Plunging into the heart of the city, we passed though one seedy neighborhood after another. When we got there it was a dump located over an abandoned store-front.

"They're just kids," Diane shrugged. "They can't afford anything better. Although I wish they'd do something about the roaches."

We parked the car and went to the ramshackle building. Diane showed me up the stairs, advising me to be careful, because several of them were loose. Obviously she knew this place like a book.

"Look," she said when we arrived at the top, "this is nothing. You ought to see the place the football team has."

She never ceased to surprise me, If I was a late-comer to a secret life, she had practically invented the concept.

"How about the baseball team?" I found myself asking,

"They have a mountain cabin," she beamed. "It belongs to the uncle of the star pitcher."

Then our conversation was abruptly terminated by sounds penetrating through the door to the apartment. A girl was moaning, and even filtered through the wooden panel her voice was familiar.

"Sally!" we both declared.

I put my ear to the door so I could decipher what was being said inside. "Oh, Buzz," my daughter was gasping, "you're such a tease. Can't you see that Trudy and I are busy?"

"But my cock is burning for some action," he replied. "I haven't even fucked you in the ass yet."

"Save it until later," Sally answered, but she wasn't too convincing. "Trudy and I want to finish making love."

"I can fuck you in the ass at the same time," Buzz insisted.

"Well," Sally giggled, "if you insist."

I looked at Diane. Let's go in, our eyes said to each other.

Without even trying the knob, I put my shoulder to the door and rammed forward. The cheap lock sprang instantly and Diane and I hurtled inside. Slamming the door behind us to further signal our arrival, we confronted our daughters and their boyfriends.

They were all naked, of course. Sally and Trudy were sixty-nining on the bed with my daughter on top. Behind her, the all-too-familiar Buzz was working his giant cock between the parted cheeks of her ass. Over in a chair, Larry, the other boy, was sprawled and jacking-off from the erotic sight of his playmates.

Incredibly, they didn't even seem to notice our sudden presence. Finally I cleared my throat to catch their attention.

Sally lifted her head from between Trudy's legs and lazily looked in our direction. Her face was smeared with glistening stickiness.

"Well, well," she drawled, "look who's here. The Vice Squad."

The four of them laughed. Obviously they weren't in the least intimidated by Diane and me.

"Hi, Mrs. Lawrence-uh, I mean, Betty," Buzz guffawed. "How's your lawn?"

They all laughed some more, especially Sally. It was clear that my daughter was well informed about my affair with her boyfriend.

"Looks like we've got more in common than we thought," Sally smirked.

This said, she wriggled out from between the wedge of Trudy and Buzz, got off the bed, and walked over to me. She was flaunting her nudity, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was beautiful naked.

"How do you stack up against me, Mother?" she taunted. "Why don't you strip and we can compare bodies."

All eyes, including Diane's, turned toward me. I had never felt so self-conscious.

"Well, Mother, what do you say?" It was clear that my daughter's shocking dare was no joke. She was determined to goad me into taking off my clothes.

Part of me wanted to flee. But when I tried to move, I was paralyzed. I immediately realized that this was because another part of me wanted to put Sally in her place.

"What's the matter, Mother," my daughter cruelly taunted, "afraid we'll laugh at your stretch marks and middle-age spread?"

This made me angry. For the first time I was mad. Fighting mad.

I may have been well into my thirties-the mother of two teenage children-but my body was in splendid condition. I didn't have to apologize for it to anyone.

"What's it going to be, Mother," Sally closed in for what she thought was the kill, "put up or shut up?"

From somewhere I summoned a steely coolness. "Sure," I calmly stated, "I'll take off my clothes-" Then I looked around the room and watched everybody reel from the impact of my unexpected willingness to display my body.

While they gawked, I quickly disrobed. Not only was I proud of my body, I now saw it as my most potent weapon to bring my daughter to her senses. Pardon my language, but the little bitch needed to be put in her place by a real woman.