Con Demerest: Her anal perversion

Alice wanted to put Mr. Denton and her troubles out of her mind for a while. She knew it would do her good to get out in the sun. She thought of taking a long brisk walk, then decided against it. But she didn't want to waste this rare summer day. On an impulse she decided a short sun bath would do her a world of good, and she started toward hers and her daughter Kitty's room to put on her swimsuit.

There was no one in the house, and her back yard had a high, concrete block fence around it, so Alice felt relatively safe from prying eyes as she emerged from her back door. Clad in her rather skimpy two-piece bathing suit and carrying a blanket under her arm, she walked gingerly on the tender soles of her bare feet out to the center of the back yard. The weather was ideal for sunbathing. She was already out here in her swimsuit, and the warm sun felt lovely on her smooth, tan akin. She shrugged off the fear of appearing ridiculous – no one would see her anyway – and smoothed out her blanket before she lay down on her stomach with her head cradled in her upraised arms.

"Mmm," she sighed aloud. "Oh, this is nice, whether it would appear that I'm not concerned about Mr. Denton or not."

She began to perspire. It felt good. She stretched, and pressed her loins against the coolness of the good earth filtering up through her blanket. Alice was thinking of John Stanley now, and the pressure against her clefted mound sent a surprisingly pleasant sensation rippling through her abdomen. Automatically she associated the pleasurably sensual feeling with John. She wriggled about, thinking how virile and good-looking John was, wondering how it would be with him. Alice blushed and shoved the indecent thought from her mind. It was entirely unacceptable to her. She was still in mourning, a widow, and after last night, she knew she was going to have to be on constant guard against the sinful nature of her secret inner being.

After about ten minutes, Alice turned over onto her back. She didn't want to burn. About ten more minutes, with the deeply penetrating rays of the sun warming and relaxing the front of her well proportioned body, she would go into the house and take a nice cool shower. She didn't want to spend too much time out here.

It was perhaps three minutes later when Alice got the uncomfortable feeling that hungry male eyes were staring at here. She ignored it for a moment, telling herself that she was only imagining it, but the sensation became all the stronger. Shading her eyes with her loft forearm, she opened her eyelids and peered nervously about.

Someone was indeed watching her, but when she saw who it was, she smiled and relaxed. It was only Jimmy, the thirteen-year-old son of the couple who lived next door. Nothing but his head was visible. Apparently he was seated in a chair at the window of his upstairs bedroom. Alice waved at him, and the kid waved back.

The poor child was mentally retarded.

Alice had only a speaking acquaintance with Jimmy's father, but she was getting to know his mother and the boy. She liked them both. In spite of Jimmy's mental retardation, he was physically well developed, a truly handsome little guy, and reasonably easy to manage. As a neighborly favor, Alice had watched after Jimmy a couple of times while his mother had gone shopping. She felt sorry for the boy, and even more so for Ida. All in all, Jimmy was a sweet boy – toilet trained and able to feed, dress and bathe himself – but as a mother herself, Alice knew how heartbreaking it must be to have a child who would still be the mental equivalent of an eight-year-old when he was fifty and losing his hair to baldness.

Considering Alice's estimate of Jimmy as a harmless child to be pitied, one can easily understand how shocked she was when the physically precocious thirteen-year-old stood up and showed her his prick. And that's exactly what he did. Jimmy jumped up stark naked inside his open bedroom window, waving at Alice with one hand, while with the other he waggled at her a rearing erection that looked ridiculously large for his age and body size.

Flabbergasted, the sunbathing young woman could only suck in her startled breath and stare with openmouthed astonishment at the ludicrous sight. As she watched with a sense of horrified fascination, Jimmy began moving his hand up and down the turgid white column of his oversized penis, exposing to her unblinking eyes over and over again the rosy-red meat of his enlarged dickhead. The little bugger was jacking off right before her eyes!

This was something she would never have expected, from Jimmy of all people. But he was doing it, and for her benefit, too. He apparently wanted her to watch. He seemed to be proud of what he was doing. Was he showing off to her? Did he think she would want to see such a disgusting performance?

Alice didn't know what Jimmy was thinking, but if he thought seeing him masturbate would excite her, he was right! She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was suddenly dizzy with desire as she lay there watching the little kid stroke, his lovely, man-sized organ. She couldn't tear her gaze away. The lewd spectacle held her spellbound. She could feel the juices flowing inside her vagina. She licked longingly at her lips without being aware of doing so. By the time Jimmy's cum spurted onto the screen and began trickling down to his window sill, the crotch of Alice's bathing suit bottom was wet and slick. It had affected her that much and that fast.

My God, what's wrong with me?! she screamed silently, flushing with shame as, belatedly, she snatched up her blanket and ran into the house.

Disgusted with herself, Alice threw the blanket on the bed she shared with her daughter and plopped down with her head between her shaking hands. Her elbows resting on her trembling thighs, she remained motionless for several minutes, her chest heaving as she stared blankly down at her dainty toes and tried to get a grip on herself. She could not. There was a fire inside her sex-starved loins, and it refused to go out…

Groaning, she flung herself back on the bed and mauled the aching orbs of her luscious big breasts. The soles of her feet dug into the mattress. She ripped off the top of her swimsuit and spread her legs, whimpering and sobbing as she tweaked harshly at the tender, swollen cones of her tumescent, coral nipples, her hips pumping up and down in an almost insane desire to be screwed.

"I'm losing my mind!" she wailed, leaping off the bed as soon as she realized how horrible she was acting. "I've got to have relief!" A cold shower had never been more in order. If that didn't work, Alice didn't know what she would do. She had never indulged in the solitary sin of masturbation, but Alice was sorely tempted to give it a try now. When she pulled off the bottom of her bathing suit, she saw that the inside of its crotch fairly sparkled with her sticky cuntal fluids. So did her groin. The crisp, dark hair of her pubic triangle was plastered to her skin in shimmering wet ringlets. The lips of her sex stood out all puffed up and red, pouting and quivering.

It was incredible to her how swiftly she'd been excited because she'd watched a mentally retarded kid jack off. The obscene display should've turned her off, not on! In her mind's eye she could still see Jimmy's organ spitting cum. This was terribly upsetting to Alice, because even now she still wished she'd been able to get her lips on him and have his sperm jetting into her mouth instead of being wasted on a damned window screen. Thoughts like this were enough to shake the faith of a morally upright woman such as Alice.

The doorbell rang just as Alice spun on the cold water tap and braced herself to jump into the icy shower. She grumbled to herself as she turned off the water and slipped into her robe. Clutching the intimate garment over her breasts and loins, she padded barefoot up the hall and through the parlor. It was Ida, her next-door neighbor, all dressed and smiling brightly, with her son Jimmy, fully dressed now, standing expressionless at her side.