Carl Tatem: Daughter_s little friend

A long, low moan suddenly was discernible from the kitchen. This convinced her, and without further delay, she took her bathrobe from the chair in which she'd folded it hours earlier and slipped it around her still warmly throbbing body, belting it around her waist with its satin cord. Yes, she would just take one quick look quietly so as not to disturb them if everything was all right.

She silently turned the knob and opened the door carefully, stepping out on the carpeted hallway in her bare feet. She padded through the shadows to where she could peer into the kitchen, and then leaned against the wall so she wouldn't be seen.

She could see Sandy, her lush young body vibrant in a pair of tight blue stretch pants and thin, almost gauzelike yellow sweater. Her blonde hair hung down her front, curling around the cup of one protruding breast provocatively. She looks very sensual that was… almost brazen! Her mother realized with a shock. Then Tommy Edgars came into her view. He was tall, wide, and his muscular body was displayed openly in the skin-tight covering of a white Tee shirt. As usual, he wore jeans and loafers, the jeans shrunk to accent his lithe, almost obscenely well-developed thighs and legs. His crotch was full and the faded blue material of his pants cupped it so tightly that Sandy's wide-eyed mother could actually follow the outline of his penis against the bulge of his testicles!

Before she could react further, her shocked ears heard Sandy sigh: "Kiss me, Tommy. Ohhhh, kiss me like that again…"

Hungrily, the boy gathered the young teenager into his strong arms and embraced her. Sandy had her back to her mother at that moment, her heaving breasts buried in her young boyfriend's massive chest, their arms entwining. They kissed and nuzzled one another, squirming their eager young bodies together passionately, and Alice choked back a moan of shock, her eyes transfixed on the scene in front of her, her hands sweating uncontrollably.

She could see the sensuously quivering flesh of her daughter's smooth, taut buttocks, her shapely thighs as she arched her loins into the boy named Tommy's groin, her upper legs pressing and grinding against him seductively.

A low moan came from the girl, as Tommy mashed his lips heavily down on her mouth, both of them oblivious to the fact that her mother was watching horrified but a few feet away, seeing the madly working cheeks of their faces as they sucked and rolled their tongues freely in one another's open mouths. Then Tommy reached one hand down and softly grasped one of Sandy's excitedly throbbing buttocks, cupping it lovingly, running his fingers tantalizingly over the barely covered flesh.

"No… No, don't do that, Tommy," she heard Sandy gasp.

"Why not, baby? You know you love it."

"I… I told you before, Tommy, I'm not that kind of girl," she whimpered, shivering uncontrollably, gasping for breath.

"All girls are that kind of girl," he teased. The boy began to move his other free hand around to the front now, gently pushing up the hem of her sweater in an obvious attempt to cup one firm, throbbing young breast in a sensual, delight-producing squeeze. "All girls are," he whispered wetly into her mouth. "Unless they're in diapers. And baby, from what I've been feeling of you, you're not in diapers any longer…"

"Darling," the beautiful girl managed to hiss. "No, you promised not to do this…"

"I've got to have you, Sandy," he panted in return. "God, you drive me crazy, you know you do. Holding out all the time until I could climb the walls. Baby… I've got to fuck you!"

Fuck! The obscene word burned through Alice Murphy's tormented mind as she stared, frozen to the spot. He wanted to… to fuck her daughter! But his actions, and the lewdness of his aroused phrases didn't seem to repulse the abjectly watching older woman; rather, the sexual display was having the opposite effect on her body. She could feel a tingling warmth deep in her belly, and the soft folds of flesh around her vaginal lips began to secrete moisture again…

"No, Tommy… And I mean it if you don't!" Sandy replied frantically. "M-mother might come out and catch us!"

"To hell with your damned Puritan mother," he growled, losing still more of his control, "You told me yourself that you were sick of the way she hounded you all the time about us, treating you like some 'too good little china doll'."

"She does…" Sandy moaned, and the thought of how her mother protected her against her will seemed to soften her resolve, and she leaned heavily against the youth, allowing his groping hands free play across her tender buttocks and breasts. Alice watched, her heart pounding with anguish. Was her own daughter really thinking things like that? How could she, when it was only for her own good…

"Then c'mon, baby, and let's make tonight the night," Tommy Edgars whispered passionately. "Let's go to that big wide couch in the living room and have a peek at that hot little cunt of yours. It's time, baby… and I can't wait any longer, I swear to God I can't!"

Alice knew that the time was now – that she had to find the strength to rush in and tear them apart. She was unable to control her own rising emotions any longer. Her own nipples beneath her robe were hard once again, and she could feel tiny involuntary sensations of pleasure coursing through her breasts and loins. She was aroused by the sight of her daughter and her boyfriend dry-fucking vertically on the kitchen floor, aroused impossibly… and the realization that if she continued to watch and Tommy did win out over Sandy's violent protests, she would surely and inevitably be a witness of the lewd seduction of her only child, too excited to halt them. It was a shaming and disgraceful realization, and it made her quiver to the very marrow of her bones. She took a deep breath, but then…

"No! Please, Tommy, no!" Sandy abruptly cried. "I won't let you, and it doesn't matter what my mother thinks. It's what I want!" She struggled a moment with his hands, pulling one with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin sweater, and wriggling from the grasp of the other. "I'd hate myself later! I know I would!"

Tommy resisted, and then angrily he pushed the girl away from him. "Jesus Christ, Sandy! You're nothing but a prick-teaser!"

Sandy, ashamed at how close she'd come in her own home, and humiliated by his stinging words, found tears welling in her eyes. "I have to be sure, Tommy, can't you understand? I'm not one of your other round-heeled girlfriends; I care who I give my virginity to. I need time… and, and I need to make certain it's love."

The handsome youth groaned, gritting his teeth from his own wildly aroused desires. He'd blown his chances for tonight, he could see that. He'd been too fast for her, too insistent, just as he'd been before with her, and it was driving him crazy. The more she held out on him, the more he wanted this sweet little cherry naked and trembling next to him, and he vowed that he would get her, and when he did, he'd turn her every way but inside out. In a false display of chagrin and defeat, he sighed, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

"Yeah, you're right, Sandy," he muttered. "I just get carried away, touching you, that's all."

"I want you to touch me, Tommy, but…" She bit her lips, stifling the urge to confess what his fingers and lips did to her, afraid that if she did, he might try again. She wasn't sure that if he did, she'd be able to stop him… or herself. "You… better say goodnight, Tommy. It's kind of late."

"Yeah, sure."

She smiled at him, her nerves still keyed to a fine edge from her lack of satisfaction, but she was trying not to show him just how much he had really affected her. She pulled him to her and he kissed her. They held each other for a long moment, and then she followed him to the front door.