Kevin Sellers: Mom wants more

"Hi, Mrs. King. I'm not late, am I?"

From where he lay watching television on the den floor, Troy heard the voice of Janie Harper, and made a face. Then he heard his mother's reply.

"Not at all, Janie. In fact, you're right on time. I just – oh, there's my date now! You know where everything is, don't you? Troy's in the den, and I've left a number by the phone just in case you need me. Well, I'd better be going. Say goodbye for me, dear, won't you? I'm afraid he hasn't been in a very good mood tonight."

"I will. Bye, Mrs. King."

But that wasn't the real reason he'd been mad at his mom all day, or why he'd shut himself in the den and refused to kiss her goodnight the way she usually insisted.

Frankly, Troy was jealous. Ever since his father's death when he was little, he'd had his mother all to himself. And that had always seemed to satisfy them both, until just recently. She'd been going out more and more often. And worst of all, she'd even started dating men.

Without really understanding why, Troy was just beginning to discover that he didn't like that idea one bit.

His sour thoughts were interrupted as the den door opened and Janie walked in, all smiles.

"Hi, Troy. How's my favorite neighbor?"

"Okay I guess," he answered grumpily, glancing up as she strode lightly across the room and sat down on the nearby divan, primly tucking the hem of her skirt about her knees.

Despite his mood, he couldn't help but admire Janie's well-proportioned body. Two years older than him and one of the most popular girls in the senior class at high school, the attractive eighteen-year-old blonde had a figure that never failed to stiffen his cock until it hurt. Even the modest skirt-and-blouse outfit she had on tonight dildo hide the firm-rounded curves of her long slender legs and the straining thrust of the biggest pair of tits in the whole school.

He could already feel his prick blossoming into uncomfortable hardness, making him squirm against the carpeted floor.

"What are you watching?" she asked politely, aware of his gaze but pretending to ignore it. "Anything good?"

"Nah, nothing special."

He shrugged, wiggling as his prick began to throb. Janie always made him react like that, and she knew it; he'd seen her staring at his crotch lots of times when she didn't think he was looking. She even liked to tease him, sometimes letting her skirt slide way up her thighs or wearing low-cut blouses that revealed the milky cleavage of her enormous tits.

[Missing text] pleasure of watching his prick stiffen.

He went on in a gruff tone: "Anyway, I was just going to take a bath. You can watch anything you want." Then, as he rose from his painful position and stood up, his voice took on a new note of malicious mischief. "Or how about watching me take my bath instead? I'll bet that'd be more fun then any old television show!"

"Troy!" Janie's face took on a pretense of shock. "I thought you promised not to talk like that any more! Remember what I warned you last week. You have to be a good boy, or I'll tell your mother and she'll never let me come over here again!"

He grinned. Janie's gaze flicked down to his swollen crotch, and he saw the speculative twinkle in her blue eyes despite her threat.

Growing bolder, he stood before Janie without attempting to hide his hard-on and spoke in a jeering tone. "What's the matter, Janie? Haven't you ever seen a guy's prick before? I thought lots of guys at school showed you theirs!"

Her blush deepened. They both knew she was too shy in school to have the kind of fun her girlfriends had. It was only at his house, alone with a boy who was like a little brother to her, that she relaxed enough to even joke about it.

"Troy King, you're not being very nice tonight! And your mom wouldn't like hearing you use words like that, either. Now go take your bath like a good boy, before I call her and tell her that her precious little boy is using dirty words!"

Her threat didn't frighten Troy, though it would have if she'd meant it. But Janie's words irked him in a different way. Suddenly the phrase "little boy" rang in his ears like a nasty reminder.

"I'm not a little boy, and I'll say prick all I want, because I'm a man and men have pricks. I don't even mind if you look at mine. Here, I'll prove it."

The words were hardly out of his mouth before he was reaching with trembling hands to unzip her jeans.

"Troy…" Janie's eyes went even wider. She didn't have time to stop him.

There was a slithering sound. Before she could react, his stiffened cock burst out, wagging up bare and hard before her. For a moment the two teenagers froze, both surprised by his action.

It was the first time Troy had shown his prick to any girl before, and he half expected Janie to react with shocked embarrassment.

Instead Janie sat unmoving for a long moment, her eyes fastened on his rigid dick.

It all happened in just an instant, but that was long enough for him to see a strange look cross over her face as she watched his cock bob and stand up even stiffer under her gaze until it pointed straight at her.

"See?" he said in a slightly cracked voice, his heart hammering with fear and excitement. "I told you I was a man. I've got a prick as big as anyone's. Maybe even bigger."

With those bragging words, he unbuttoned his jeans, wiggling out of them and letting them fall in a heap to the floor. Then he stood before her in just his striped tee-shirt.

Janie's lips parted and she gasped at the sight of the huge veined shaft spearing out from a thick nest of curled fur and a sagging fuzz-clad sack of balls almost as big as eggs. She hadn't expected anything like this. And the sudden appearance of a real honest-to-God prick – bigger than any she'd ever seen in pictures – made a familiar tingling well up deep inside her, emanating from her cunt.

Janie was all too familiar with that tingling sensation. She always felt it whenever she looked at Troy's crotch. That was what made her tease him so much. Right now it was worse than ever. She could feel her panties dampening, slickening, as a hot itchy wetness creamed her unfucked pussy and made it ache the way it always did at the end of her babysitting sessions. Only this time she couldn't go home and soothe her pussy with her fingers the way she usually did. This time she still had the whole evening ahead of her. Troy was parading right before her, proudly showing off his cock and making the ache in her cunt even worse.

"You're-you're awful!" she gasped, staring in total fascination at the rippling eight-inch pole of rigid flesh that wagged and nodded its inflamed head at her. "Troy King, you're just a horny little boy with a horny little pecker after all!"

She reached out, slapping lightly at his hard cock.

Her fingers slid across the reddened head of his prick and it bounced up in reaction, making Troy gasp and causing her to giggle impishly.

"Oh yeah?" he said defiantly, ears burning. "I'll bet it's more than you ever saw before! Just because you're older then me, you don't know everything!"

"So you think," she retorted, her breath quickening. Her cunt was creaming harder, drenching her panties and frightening her a little with its intensity. "I happen to know that if your mother walked in right now you'd be in some pretty serious trouble!"

Troy's eyes automatically darted to the closed den door in response. But he wasn't about to be scared off so easily, now that he'd gone this far.

"She won't be back for hours," he replied, licking his lips. "We've got lots of time, and you can look at my prick all you want. I'll even let you touch it again."

Moving onto the divan beside her, he leaned back and let his prick stand straight up like a thick post.