Jason Cannon
Competing with mom

CHAPTER ONE

"No… Jack, please don't."

"Please let me kiss you, Nikki… please."

"You know I don't care if you kiss me," she said. "It's everything you always want to do along with it."

He lowered his head over hers until their lips touched. At first he was gentle, his lips romantically caressing hers. But, as usual, passion entered the kiss and the embrace. Again his arms became like the tentacles of an octopus as they wound around her body. The hands reaching, almost clawing to find their way to the soft fullness at the sides of her tits.

His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his tongue came out and eventually wormed its way between her lips. At the same time one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her fit. The hand was hot on her breast, the tongue even hotter in her mouth.

She felt her body being turned sideways in the seat. And then the pulsing hardness of his young cock was against her belly. He found her hand with his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed it. It was as if she were testing its resiliency in her hand.

He groaned.

Her tongue met his.

Stop! Her mind screamed. Don't let him go any farther! She could feel some of the control escaping her body.

"Don't let it start and it won't happen to you," her mother 's voice echoed in her ears.

But she wanted him to touch her. She loved his hands on her tits. She, reveled in the tingling feeling his palms gave her nipples as they rolled her breasts around and around on her chest.

But, as always, he was hover satisfied with just her fits. Not through the material other blouse and bra. He would want to feel her bare skin. Then would come the time when even, that wouldn't be enough. He would want to put his hand down between her legs. He would want to rub the softness below her pelvic bone. Harder and harder he would rub until she would become a blubbering mass of frenzied, frustrated flesh.

Each time she had let him get that far it had been harder to stop.

And this night she didn't want him to stop. She knew that if she let him get that far this night, she might let him go all the way.

Her breasts were hot, thrusting against his hand.

Oh, my God! She thought, suddenly realizing that he had untied her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were bare, cupped in his kneading hands. The nipples were like two hard raisins as they throbbed in his caressing palms.

She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping through her panties and the skin-tight shorts she wore. The seam of her shorts had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her cut that made her body scream for release.

"Stop… Jack, we can't "We can," he growled. "You want to as much as I do."

She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.

"No she cried, and tried to pull away.

"Touch it, Nikki… touch it and squeeze it!"

Her hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good.., too good. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridge of the cockhead. It made her cunt tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away the guilt of her maidenhead and pierce her with pleasure.

Other thoughts raced through her mind- "You're fifteen years old… barely fifteen years old. Jack's in college… twenty years old," her mother had said. "His ideas are too old7 for you."

"He loves me, Mother."

"He loves your body… and when he had it, he'll find another one to love."

"That's not true."

"It isn't, huh?"

"You go out with men younger than you are, Nikki countered.

"I've already made my mistakes," her mother said, looking directly at her.

Nikki knew what she meant. She had known since she was old enough to know what sex was all about. Her mother had fallen in love with an older man. But lie hadn't loved her. He had only wanted her. Nikki was the result.

But that wasn't true with Jack. She was sure he loved her. If anything, Nikki wasn't totally sure she loved him. She loved his looks, his strong, muscular body. She loved the expensive places he was able to take her. And she loved going to them in the car his father had given him for his birthday.

She loved all those thing about him, but she wasn't sure she loved him.

She was sure she loved his cock.

His body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart. She managed to get her knees against his hips and hold him of f.

"Jesus… oh Jesus, Nikki. Do you always gotta be such a prick-tease?"

"I'm not a tease," she whimpered. "I admit. I want to… but we have to wait."

"Wait for what?" he cited.

"Until we're out of school. 'til we re sure we can get married."

"Hell, that's two years. You'll drive me crazy by then. I love you, Nikki. I really love you. Please let me put it inside you."

"Can't we do it like the last time?" she pleaded. "Damn, honey… goin' off in a hanky with your hand just doesn't get it"

Again his hand slid between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, but not tightly enough to impede his progress. "Jack…" she wailed.

"Just… just let me touch you," he begged, his own hand now listing the thick length of his cock.

Up, up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers had slid beneath the crotchband of her panties. She went stiff as a board when he touched her soft curly pubic hair. Using his middle finger, he separated her heated cuntal lips. When his touch came in contact with the slick, sticky walls of her cunt, he moaned and his body shook.

"Oh, shit, Nikki… you're so good, so beautiful. Your pussy is really something. You're hot…and…your pussy is wet as hell." His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp cunt. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated balls ached with the need to be emptied. Slowly, his courage grew until he felt the old confidence returning. Then, his caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.

Nikki knew she should make him stop, should call a halt before everything got out of hand again. But she couldn't.. She wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers had ever given her.

His finger came up against her already excited cut and her hips lurched. "Is that it… right there?"

"Yes… yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.

His finger slipped in further with her movement. The pulpy layers Qf her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little farther.

"No.. no more, Jack!" she gasped. "That's far enough!

Oh, dear God, it was good! What was wrong with her? Why didn't she just go ahead and let him flick her.. put them both-out of such misery and get it over with?

Her mother preached, but never practiced. She took her pleasure where she, found it. Was her mother already fucking that salesman in the office, Jordon Townsend? She probably was. Faith Pruitt was probably humping up and down right DOW over Townsend's cock, enjoying every inch of it.

And Nikki was making an ass of herself over Jack Marsh's finger.

Jordon was ten years younger than her mother, at least. He was probably about five years older than Jack. But he was giving her mother all the pleasure his cock could give her on some soft motel bed.

And Nikki was flicking a finger in the back seat of a car.

His fingers were making a steady in-and-out flicking motion while his palm pressed tightly against her cut. His fingers went in a little farther and he felt a sudden lurch in her body.

"Does it feel good, honey? Does it feel good to your pussy?"

"Yes," she grudgingly admitted, unable to still the quivering in her thighs or the lurching of her hips.

"More… should I do it some more?"

Her face was bright red with shame as she answered him. "Yes… yes, don't stop!"

"Reach between your legs then… and play with me at the same time."

She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hand until it closed around his cock. Smoothly and swiftly she started pounding back and forth on his meat with her clenched fist Oh God, it was good! The blood and muscle throbbing from its center, vibrating in her sweaty palm. The cockhead dripping and pulsing with lust, lust for her pussy. The feel of her skin, the power in his Cock, muddled her brain. It isn't fair, it isn't! her mind screamed. The hands squeezed his cock harder; Pull, pull! Her mind said. Pull it down and into you!

Then the name flooded her common sense. Mrs. Jack Marsh. Nikki Mush.

"Move your finger harder, faster!" she cried.

Encouraged by her cries, the boy finger-fucked her in earnest He slammed his fingers in and out of her cunt while his palm crushed her pulsing clitoris.

She shivered and lurched her pussy against him as each jolt brought a new wave of passion surging through her belly. Her hands became a vise %as they squeezed and pounded his cock. She could feel the rippling sensations spreading throughout her lust-soaked cuntal hole.

"Keep rubbing… oh God, Jack, don't stop… keep rubbing right here…"

"You gonna come?"

"Soon," she said, "soon!"

"I know… I can smell you getting hotter down there. It's fantastic!"

Nikki lifted her ass with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for satisfaction.

As the movement of his fingers increased the pressure on her pulsating clit, her lips trembled, and he heard a blood-curdling sound erupting from her throat. He felt her cunt begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax.

Nikki felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming cunt. The ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she wondered if she were dying. It felt as if she were being splintered into a million pieces and, suddenly, her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.

"Oh God, Nikki, don't stop! Don't stop pumping my cock…"

"Are you?" she cried, lifting one hand from his cock and frantically reaching for the hanky in her bag "It's coming… it's coming!"

She was too late.

His body convulsed like a wildly bucking stallion. He was spewing huge globs. She saw the spurting white liquid explode from the head of his spasming cock and tried to roll out of the way.

She couldn't. It went all over her skirt, her blouse, her panties. It even splattered against her exposed breasts and ran down to form a puddle between them.

"Oh shit, Jack… don't! Look out, it's going all over me!"

He collapsed across her, his body trembling from the exertion of his come.

" I…oh Jesus, Nikki, I'm sorry" he gasped. "Are you okay'?"

"Yes," she said, an element of disgust creeping into her voice. "I guess so. But my clothes… God, what if I meet Mom going into the house.

"Jesus… I said I was sorry. I just couldn't stop."

"All right," she said, "let's go."

They were silent, neither of them even looking at the other the full five miles back to town.

Nikki busied herself with hanky and kleenex. By the glove compartment light she managed to remove most of his sticky cum from her clothes and body. Then, another jolt hit her when she tried to fasten her bra and found out the clasp had been ripped clear off in the struggle.

Oh fine, she thought, just peat. A tight blouse and I go into the house with no bra on. Biting her lip to keep from bitching out loud, she raised the blouse to her neck, slid the bra off, and slipped it into her purse.

But the time they pulled into her drive, she had managed to straighten her clothes and rebutton the blouse.

"Oh shit,' she said.

'What's the matter?"

"Jordon's here… that's his car. And the lights are on downstairs."

"They're probably already finished," Jack said, stinging her with his sarcasm.

It had hurt her, as he had known it would. He immediately wished he hadn't said it. No one likes to admit that their mother is the ton punch board and doesn't bother to hide it.

Her face burned as she got out of the car and paused, waiting He didn't move.

"Goad night," she shrugged, when he didn't offer to walk her to the door.

"Good night," he replied.

She turned and had taken four or five steps when he called.

"Nikki."

"Yeah?" She turned back to face him.

"I won't be calling you for a while. I think it's best."

He didn't wait for an answer.

She watched the red tail lights all the way down the block to the corner. Then they disappeared and, as she bit her lip, she couldn't hold back the tears that squeezed from each eye and rolled down her cheeks.

"Damn," she said to herself, turned, and ran up onto the porch. She finally managed to fumble her key free from her purse and paused to examine herself again before opening the door.

"Oh Lord," she said, looking down at the giant swells of her own breasts bursting in the tight blouse. She had always been proud of her large and heavy, but very firm, breasts. Now she wished they were a little smaller and a lot saggier. She also wished the nipples were a little less prominent and the areolas not quite so dark and protruding. They were like two dark, silver-dollar-sized beacons shining through the thin material of her blouse.

Also, to make matters worse, the two top buttons of the blouse had been ripped off. The molded globes of her generous tits bunched and swelled in the gap. The long dark line of her cleavage gave anyone who wanted to look a good gauge of her ample cup size.

"Jesus,," she said to herself, "What a mess!"

Taking a deep breath, and immediately exhaling it when she saw the remainder of the buttons threaten to burst, she gently opened the door. Stepping into the dim foyer, she shut the door as quietly as possible behind her and walked quickly toward the stain.

"Is that you, Nikki?"

"Yes, Mother," she called, her hand poised on the bannister, hoping her mother would stay in the den.

"You're late."

"Yes…I know, a…they had trouble with the projector. It made the movie run longer.

"Bah… don't give me that." Nikki thanked her lucky stars when she heard the prominent slur in her mother's voice. She had been drinking and, from the sound of it a lot. "You've probably been out parking."

"I told you, Mother…" "Come in here!"

"In a minute," Nikki said. "I've got to go to the bathroom."

She bolted up the stairs and down the hail. Her mind was racing. If she could get into the bathroom, she could wash the smell of sex from her body, strip, and go downstairs in her robe.

She didn't think about the bathroom door being dosed until it opened just in front of her and Jordon Townsend stepped into the hail.

"Christ," he said, his eyes immediately falling to her heaving tits. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," she said, feeling her nipples push even harder against the taut material.

"Oh, yeah? You a mess."

She met his grinning eyes with her own flashing ones. God, she hated him, the cocky bastard. Hated him for fucking her mother, hated him for being so handsome, she even hated football because Jordon had been a big college football hero.

"Mind your own business," she hissed.

"Sure," be said, the grin getting wider. "Did the rich boyfriend finally score tonight?"

"Shhhh," she said, trying to edge past him into the roam, "Mother will hear you.

He blocked the way with his arm. Her tits ran right into it, and spread. "Nice," he said. "You should go without a bra all the time."

"It broke," she said, backing away from his arm, and cursing her body for the feelings his touch had caused.

'Bras weren't made for wrestling matches," he laughed, dropping his arm and letting her pass.

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