Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not since he had tasted-figuratively speaking-his first pussy. He wasn't about to settle for a kids' camp, when he was so intent upon a woman's cunt. But maybe the others?

Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours, and feels he's beyond such things as summer camps."

Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and a motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend."

Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an idea. How about your own children?"

"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're real good looking kids, but they're very young. Too young, I'd say. They still chew bubble gum."

Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who was going to tell her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn't going to pop out of that closet to confront his mother.

She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast these days, and as mothers, we just don't recognize that fact. We try to keep them babies, when they're actually young adults."

"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old kids like us.

We'll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever, or leave them home and go to a motel."

Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I don't knock off this stuff, I won't be much good by evening. And Stella-" she paused, not knowing exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, all the same. "Stella, about that little moment between us last night-I never-well, I never felt that way about any other woman before. I never even imagined it."

Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long, penetrating moment. "I know what you mean; I never did, either. I've only heard about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any interest for me.

Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even more loving."

Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a-a pull, a tenderness. We're not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I wondered what it would be like to-to hold you and love you."

"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right now, bringing it out into the open like this. Regina-"

She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina remembered him just in time. "Darling-there's something I have to do first; really.

Tonight; I promise you, we'll do something about that tonight, when the guys are worn down. Will that be all right, Stella?"

"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd rather not-"

"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just-" desperately, Regina winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. "-just that I think someone else is in the house right now. We don't want to spoil anything."

Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. "Oh, I get it.

Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your promise tonight. Your place or mine?"

"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have something to eat, some rum punch-"

Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips and looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn't reach nipple-tonipple with Regina's, but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina's rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits against the bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of them was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella's soft mound against her thigh.

"Kiss me," Stella murmured.

Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other woman and drew her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their tongues blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had it rubbed back.

Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back, holding on to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning and her eyes gone suddenly hazy. "H-hey! That was too much. If we don't-don't break this up now, I'm not sure we ever will. Stella, please-"

"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted to be certain you felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging in your belly. You do. So I can wait until tonight. See you then, pretty woman."

With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn't know which way to turn. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different.

Carey was standing beside her before she realized he had left the closet. "That was something else! I always knew my mother was hot to trot, but I never figured she'd go for a woman, too. Oh wow, I almost came in my hand, just watching you two."

"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I wanted to tell her about you and me, but I just couldn't. You-you know my son pretty well; how do you think Dale would react, if you told him he had a chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the pressure on me, at first?"

He stared. "Me-get Dale to screw my mother?"

"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely enough to attract men and boys of all ages."

"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But-yeah; I'll tell him. We can work it out, Dale and me, and I'll back him up, in case he gets scared or something. Then nobody will try to ship us all off to camp, right?"

"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him this afternoon?"

He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his jeans; if he had jacked off in the closet, he was ready again. "Right after you fuck me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't stand it any longer, hearing you and Mom talk about fucking each other's husbands, then listening to you, watching you, kiss each other and get ready to make it tonight. My cock is about to split, it's so hard."

Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know where Bill is, or when the kids will come home, or-okay, Carey. Let's duck out into the back yard, and I'll take the edge off you."

Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now with leaves and blooms. Leading him to it, she went down on her knees, turned where she could face the house and know when anyone came in.

"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your pants."

Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling with his zipper.

"You-you mean-"

She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and drew them far down his slim legs. His prick jumped out like a flagpole, neat and purple-shiny on its eager head where the drop of clear, slippery juice trembled in the sun.

"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling his lightly haired balls and using her fingertips to caress the pulsating shaft.

"I'm going to eat your prick, Carey. It's the first time for you, isn't it-the very first time you're putting your prick into anyone's mouth?"

"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you-I-you-"

She shut him up by bringing her face forward and kissing the droplet of pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his prick. He gasped in sudden shock, and she put both hands around to take the boy by the smooth cheeks of his slim young ass, so she could hold him in position. Then Regina put her tongue to the throbbing bulb, tasting the wetness, the sponginess and the inner hardness there, tasting the very essence of the boy.

Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some with her teeth, delighted to hear him moan above her, joyous at the movement of his crotch and the hands that came gently down to caress her hair.

Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her tongue and across the roof of her mouth, bringing it back to touch the velvet cup of her throat. A shudder ran through the boy and she dug her nails into his ass to hold him up; for a second there, she thought his knees were going to buckle and let him collapse.