I saw Mommy kissing…

CHAPTER NINE

Joanne heard the car pull up in front.

The motor revved a couple times before it was turned off. Joanne rushed to the window and looked out and, sure enough, it was Johnny Watson's car.

After a moment – he had been waiting, hoping that she would come out – the boy got out of the car and walked up to the front door, looking nervously around. He was not comfortable calling at a girl's house, but he was desperate to see Joanne again. He wanted another hand-job.

Still, he felt timid and shy, not certain how Joanne would receive him after the night before. Johnny was a tall, slender young man, quite good looking, with sandy hair. He was wearing tight jeans and, even from the upstairs window, Joanne could see the delightful cockbulge at his crotch.

Joanne was filled with frustration.

He was calling for her and she could not reveal her presence in the house. It would be too, too embarrassing to let her mother know that she had been there while all that cuntsucking was going on! She began to get dressed hurriedly, hoping that, she would be able to sneak out, unnoticed, and make contact with Johnny farther down the street, after he had driven away. She stuffed her plump tits into a bra and squirmed into her tight shorts.

Johnny rang the bell.

Catherine, in her dressing gown, went to the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Weatherby," Johnny said, smiling shyly.

"Why, hello, Johnny."

"Is Joanne home?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Oh," he said, disappointed. Suddenly he realized that Catherine was gazing at the cock-bulge at his crotch. The boy blushed furiously. He was a very horny lad, and he was so accustomed to having a hard-on that it seemed a natural state of affairs. He often forgot that his prick was erect.

Flustered and embarrassed, he stammered, "Well, tell her I stopped by, okay?"

He started to turn away from the door.

"Wait a moment, Johnny," Catherine said.

He turned back, nervously.

But then he saw that Joanne's mother was smiling. That was strange. Surely she had been looking at his crotch, had seen his throbbing hard-on. Why was she smiling?

"Please come in for a moment, Johnny," she said. "I want to have a little talk with you."

Oh, Jeez! he thought. I'll bet Joanne told her what I made her do!

He couldn't refuse to go in, and he couldn't run away.

He went into the house.

Upstairs, overhearing this conversation, Joanne was horrified. She thought: Oh, dear – I'll bet that Mom is going to give him a lecture about last night!

The girl blushed with embarrassment, wishing she had not been so silly as to tell.

Catherine led the way into the living room.

She was still smiling.

The horny woman had decided, on the spot, that young Johnny Watson needed to have his balls emptied. She had taken note of the cockbulge in his pants and the decision had been instantaneous.

Horny to begin with, she could not pass up this opportunity to fuck a teenaged boy; it would fit in well with her fantasies. She had not planned it, but the boy had arrived at just the right time. His cock needed a good sucking, she thought. And more. She hoped that he was a virgin, that he had never fucked a girl and never had a blow-job.

She motioned toward the couch.

"Sit down, Johnny," she said.

He sat, tense and nervous.

Catherine sat beside him.

Joanne sneaked back to the landing, looking down, wanting to hear what her mother said to Johnny.

Joanne was in for yet another surprise.

Catherine leaned toward the boy, as if to speak confidentially. Her robe gaped open – as if by accident – and Johnny saw her smooth, rounded tits. He tried to look away, but those big tit globes held his attention.

The boy began to sweat. She was still smiling. Couldn't she tell that her tits were exposed? What in hell was going on?

"Johnny," Catherine said, "Joanne told me what you made her do – last night – before you'd bring her home."

He turned pale.

"Oh, boy," he mumbled.

"You made her jack you off."

What could the boy say? He gulped.

"Well, I just wanted to praise you for your self-control," Catherine told him.

Johnny frowned, not understanding.

"It was very chivalrous of you, Johnny. It showed great willpower and respect for my daughter."

"What? I don't get it," he said, totally confused by the way this talk was going. He had anticipated a roasting; instead, this strange woman was complimenting him. He couldn't figure it out at all. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat. Then he blushed.

He looked at Catherine's tits again. She had shifted, and he found that he could see one of her big, stiff nipples.

"Aren't you mad?" he asked.

"Mad? Why should I be mad?" Catherine said, looking puzzled and amused at the same time.

"Why, because I made Joanne jack me off!" he blurted out.

"Oh, you silly boy! Of course, I'm not mad. I'm praising you for having enough willpower to settle for a hand-job, instead of trying to seduce her, don't you see? A hand-job does no harm. It never hurt any girl to jack someone off. If you were a lout, you might have tried to get in her pants, to take her virginity. Or…" she paused, and her green eyes sparkled, "…or you might have made her suck you off, say."

Johnny's mind spun wildly. He felt as if he were drunk. This conversation couldn't be happening.

"Oh, I'd never do a thing like that!"

"Oh? Why ever not?"

"It's not the sort of thing that a nice girl like Joanne would ever do," he said. "Is it?"

"Why, Johnny!" she said, sweetly. "Haven't you ever had a blow-job? Hasn't any girl ever sucked your cock for you?"

"Gee – no!" he gasped.

"Why, you poor boy – you poor, sweet, innocent boy. I'll bet you've never had a fuck, either."

He shook his head from side to side.

"Why, you must be terribly frustrated, Johnny."

He didn't know what to say.

But he was starting to realize that there was a design to Catherine's conversation and, considering the fact that her tits were bared, he began to get some idea of just what that design might be and where it was leading.

Catherine leaned closer and placed her hand on the boy's tense thigh. Her tits flopped right out of the parted robe and dangled over him like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

"I know you felt Joanne up, Johnny," she said. "Wouldn't you like to feel me up, too?"

Without waiting for his response, Catherine took the boy's hand and raised it to her tits.

He began squeezing her smooth, firm tit globe. He fingered the stiff tip. Her hand went behind his head and she drew him down. Dazed and confused, but more than willing, the horny teenager began to suck on her nipples, his head switching back and forth as he alternated between the swollen nubs.

Catherine smiled happily. For a long time, she had thought about seducing a virgin youth and now, at last, the moment was at hand.

His sucking lips sent tremors through her tits and the thrill passed down into her pussy. Yet, she was in no hurry to get fucked. She knew that a teenaged virgin would undoubtedly be potent and have plenty of endurance and stamina. She figured that he would be able to come more than once, and abundantly, and that she needn't worry about draining his balls and not getting a second load.

The horny woman wanted to suck his cock first, to fill her mouth with that sweet, virginal cockmeat and give it a thorough sucking and tonguing, and swallow his hot load at the end. It seemed such a deliciously naughty thing to do to a young man who had never had his cock sucked before, even naughtier than fucking him – although she was certainly going to fuck him, as well.

She began moving her hand up and down on his thigh, going a bit farther up each time.

Johnny began to pant on her tits, his breath billowing hotly over her tit flesh, his mouth slurping greedily.

Catherine reached his bulging crotch and cupped his cock-bulge in her hand, squeezing and rubbing. His prick was hard as a rock and his balls were swollen. Although the bay's cock was not as large as her husband's massive fuck-tool, it was plenty large enough. It felt like a lovely mouthful and Catherine began to moan with anticipation.

She arched her back, rubbing her plump tits around against the boy's mouth and tongue.

She began to unzip his jeans.

She tugged the clasp down a few inches, paused, then drew it back up. She repeated it, going a bit lower, teasing him. Each time she pulled the zipper down, she took it down a little farther and drew it up less, until finally his fly was wide open. Then she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans, and the front of his pants fell open in a wide vee.

He was wearing white underwear.

His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his cock was clear beneath the white cotton, and his balls filled the crotch to overflowing. There was a damp patch where his cockhead was leaking. Catherine licked her lips. He was still lapping at her tits.

Bending down, she blew her hot breath onto his prick, through his cotton briefs, causing the white-clad lump to throb and pulsate. She ran her fingers up his prickstalk and stroked the cock-knob. She cupped his balls, lifting slightly, as if trying to judge how heavy they were and how much jism they contained.

She drew away from him and slid to the floor, kneeling. She drew his jeans down and pulled them from his feet. The boy gave a moan of unbridled lust. He was really going to get his cock sucked! Unless she was a cockteaser. That possibility caused him to tremble. But Catherine certainly didn't act like a cockteaser. She seemed to be as excited as he was, as eager to get on with the cock-sucking.

Johnny stretched out, legs spread, feet on the floor with Catherine kneeling between his thighs.

She was rubbing his prick again, through his shorts.

Then she tugged the elastic band out wide and drew his shorts down, baring his cock.

She pulled the cotton briefs off.

She gazed adoringly at his naked cock and balls.

As if her gaze was physically stroking his cock, his big cockrod began to jerk and throb.

Catherine looked up at his face.

He looked back at her. He was looking at her over the head of his prick.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Johnny?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

He started to speak. No words came out. He gulped, then nodded his head.

A blow-job! Why, that was maybe even better than getting fucked, he thought. It was dirtier.

He was amazed that Joanne's mother was a cock-sucker. He had never imagined that normal, proper women sucked pricks, especially the pricks of strangers – yet, she was licking her lips and it was evident that, not only would she do it, but that she actually wanted to suck his cock. The gorgeous woman looked hungry for his prick!

"Shall I take your big cock in my mouth, you sweet boy?" she whispered.

"Yes," he rasped.

"Would you like to shoot in my mouth, Johnny? Shall I milk your cock and drink your hot cum?"

"Oh, God – yes!"

"Ummm – your prick looks yummy." She leaned down.

She started licking his balls.

"Ooooh!" she sighed. "Your balls are full of cum, aren't they, Johnny? Your cock wants to come in my mouth."

She began tonguing up his cocklance, tracing along the fat, dark ventral vein. She licked up to the prick-knob, then began to run her hot tongue all around his cockhead. She purred with pleasure, loving the taste, the texture, the hardness and the heat as his cockhead flared under her skilled tongue. She licked back down his prickrod, then up again. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the moist, parted cleft of his cock-knob. A drop of spunk oozed out. Catherine gave a little whimper and tongued it up.

Johnny watched, amazed, as she let the globule slip around on her tongue, then drank it down.

"Oh, your cum is delicious!" she whispered. "I can't wait to drink your hot load – I'm starving for your jism, Johnny."

She placed her lips against the head of his prick and lowered her face slowly, feeding his cockmeat into her mouth inch by inch. Her lips collared his prick and her tongue glided around under his cock as it went in. She took his whole throbbing prickrod into her face, going down until her chin brushed against his balls and her mouth nestled in his wiry pubic hair and his cock vanished into her mouth, the thick root clamped in her compressed lips and the fat cock-knob lodging in her throat.

She pulled up, sucking through every inch of his prick.

Johnny gurgled.

She went down again.

Johnny had often thought about how wonderful it must feel to fuck into a girl's mouth, but the reality was far better than he had ever imagined.

Catherine was an artist of a cock-sucker. She worked slowly and steadily, her head rising and falling on his cock, sucking and slurping and using her nimble tongue. His sweet, virginal cockmeat was succulent. She hungered for his cum, but she was in no hurry to get it. She was enjoying the prickmeat course before she drank the sweet dessert.

She was crazed with lust, now. The knowledge that the cock fucking her mouth had never been sucked before added a new thrill to the act. The anticipation of drinking the first load that the boy ever poured into a mouth turned her on. She drooled down his prick. Saliva poured down the cockshaft as her compressed lips sucked up to the pricktip. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips turned outwards as she sucked with loving concentration.

She kept thinking: Oh! This sweet young prick needs a good, long sucking! And she was making herself even hotter by that thought.

Johnny began to hump up from the couch, fucking into her face as she bobbed down.

His prick was swollen hugely, ready to blow. Gasping, he groaned, "I'm gonna – gonna…"

"Feed the cock to me, Johnny," she urged. "Shoot your sweet, thick jism into my hot mouth…"

The boy's balls convulsed.

Catherine's head was going down.

She felt his cockshaft swell, and then her mouth was suddenly filled with cum. She gasped and gulped his cum down, taking his cockhead back into her throat as he spilled a second hot spurt of jism, then a third. Her head kept going up and down, never missing a stroke, as she gulped his spunk down voraciously and kept sucking for more.

In the potency of his youth, he was pouring a flood of jism into her mouth. It seemed as if she were swallowing gallons of his tasty own. It hit the back of her throat as if squirted from a high-pressure hose. Slippery streams of cum poured into her cheeks. He whitewashed her tonsils and the roof of her mouth. Cum overflowed her sucking lips and bubbled out as her head rose up his prickrod. Going down again, she slurped it back in, not wasting a drop, swallowing every precious bit of the savory sauce of the boy's cock.

At last, he stopped fucking her mouth. Catherine continued to bob her head up and down until she was certain that he as not going to shoot any more cum, and then she used her tongue to lap his prick sparkling clean.

She smiled up at him.

"Well? Did you like it?" she asked. "It was great," he said. "It was wonderful!"

"I'll suck you lots of times, Johnny," Catherine said. "Whenever you feel horny, you can come to see me. You can date Joanne and you can fuck me in the mouth. Or in the cunt."

Johnny's prick was still hard, despite his ejaculation.

When he heard those words, his cock began to throb again.

"Do you want to fuck my cunt, Johnny?"

"Jeez – yeah!"

"Now?"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Why don't we go up to the bedroom, you dear boy," she said. "I want to fuck you in my husband's bed."

Johnny nodded. They prepared to go up to bed.

And upstairs, staring down at them, Joanne felt as if she might faint.