Not Yet But Now 11

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 11 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

By the end of that year I had largely moved into my mother’s bed permanently. Although our sex life had settled down somewhat we gave frequent expression to our mutual randiness. And so, into the year after that, little changed from that perspective.

Papa died none the wiser. His passing was sad but came in proper time, unlike the loss of my father. And after he was gone Grandma became increasingly reliant on Mum, whose visits were more frequent. And it became evident just how reliant she had been on Papa’s presence. Her decline showed in confusion of place and person; there were times she spoke of Papa as gone, other times she spoke of him as still with us.

Alice was now in her final undergraduate year, and I in my last year of school. We saw little of each other. She had a steady boyfriend at university, whom she brought to visit once or twice. Robert seemed nice enough, but his presence was inhibiting. They spent too much time kissing on the sofa, and even when he and Alice were fucking behind her closed door Mum and I did not take any chances. Plus, whilst he was there I was banished to my own room, where I masturbated alone.

In that respect, it was just like old times. Except that when Mum confided her frustrations in me, graphically describing her own horny emptiness and her efforts to assuage it I was compelled to retire there once more to expel even more semen from my heated loins.

Obviously, dalliance with Alice herself was not on the agenda for either Mum or me during these visits. I think we both missed that; I certainly did, for if ever I was a mummy’s boy, it was during those teenage years of awakening. But Alice had become very lovely: still slim and small-breasted, she now wore her hair short, and it emphasised her big eyes. But she had a new womanly confidence about her, and moved serenely as Mum did. If she weren’t my sister, hey, I’d have fucked her, no question. I envied that boy sawing away between her open thighs. It was small comfort to recall that I got there first: I wanted to be inside her again.

On Alice’s departure, Mum and I gave full vent to our hot lusts. She was barely out of the driveway before we were stripping off, Mum pressing her tits to the front door, arms up and limbs spread, demanding to be fucked from behind. How good it was to be naked with her once more, to thrust my burning cock into her hairy cunt, to revel in her wanton sexuality. And how she loved to be sprayed with my semen: deep inside her clasping channel, on her tits, her belly, her face. So willing, so very willing, and so shameless she was.

And yet she encouraged me to see girls of my own age. This she considered healthy. Curiously, I was quite shy at first: I had no serious expectation that they would behave like filthy Andrea the Catholic girl. And my sexual experience did not fit me particularly well to interact with teenage girls on any other level. What did they like to do, if being impaled on hot penis was not their first thought? Striking out frequently with young ladies to whom I had absolutely nothing to say did not build confidence.

But mid-year I met Lucy. She was at the local high school and lived with her dad. Her mother had apparently tired of domestic life some years earlier and fucked off with the lead guitarist from a touring rock band. After contracting several varieties of venereal disease from him, she sank to dating drummers. Last heard of, she was practising yoga and the reading of auras in a commune on the other side of the country. Oh, and asking for money from the family she’d left behind.

So, as quasi-orphans, Lucy and I had something in common. And we kinda got along, for reasons I could not explain. The “why do you like me?” question can never, I think, be answered satisfactorily, even when we can trot out a list of the other’s qualities. But she was funny and quick and a whole lot of things that I’d never thought to notice in Alice or Mum. I felt good with her. And I’m supposing that she did with me, or she wouldn’t have continued to give me the time of day.

It didn’t hurt that she was mighty cute. When she turned her big dark eyes on me, it felt as if I were lighting up inside. And her mouth was true: to kiss her full lips and feel the longing inside her as she pressed herself to me and answered my tongue was a sweet revelation. She was not willowy like Alice or as voluptuous as Mum, more compact and curvy. Everything about her was so tight and ripe: her breasts were quite full for a girl of 16, high and firm; her bottom stuck out a little, a tempting peach; her waist was small, her fingers smooth and tapered.

But though I knew much of carnal possibility, that was not uppermost when we were together. Our interaction was surprisingly chaste. Of course, I felt the heat of her young pussy against my thigh when we lay furiously kissing on the sofa at her house, and I’m sure she could similarly feel my cock thickening as she squirmed on top of me, but kissing was as far as it went for a good few months, as we came to share a small but increasing space in our lives, private only to ourselves.

“You seem to be getting very fond of Lucy,” Mum remarked early one Sunday morning as I lay between her thighs, ploughing her hot cunt.

“I suppose I am,” I agreed. My acknowledgment rather understated my feelings.

“Have you two become sexually active?”

“No, only kissing.”

“You still need Mummy to fuck then, darling?” she teased, “Still need me to drain your beautiful cock and make you feel good?”

“I’ll always need me old mum,” I joked.

“Of course you will, sweetheart,” she laughed, “Now fuck me with your big tool, claim my cunt!”

She opened her thighs further, lifting them to allow me deeper. I bent my head to suck on the fat nipple she lifted to my mouth.

“Take me, that’s it darling, make me yours. That’s what you need, isn’t it? Fuck your mother, your whore …”

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Lucy visited us, too, for dinners and lazy afternoons when I could get free of the books. She and Mum seemed to get on better and better each time. During the hectic weeks of my final exams we missed each other dreadfully, but when they were finally over and with summer opening before us, the prospects brightened considerably. Free of school, her visits became frequent, and we spent most days together. It was a full mutual crush, ineffably sweet.

One warm Saturday afternoon found us lying in the back garden, side by side on sun lounges, reaching out to chastely caress and smile at each other. Lucy had arrived about lunchtime, bringing a bag with her. Mum was out for the day with friends. When Lucy asked to use my room to get changed in, I knew that the day would be special. And when she emerged in her white bikini, with bows at the hips and her gravity-defying young breasts encased in her sexy little top my heart leapt. No less because her nipples poked erect at the thin material, or because a hint of her arse crack showed above her bikini bottoms.

My arousal for her was of a different order from any that I’d felt before. Closest perhaps was when Alice first took my young cock inside her. We kissed in the garden with tender and gentle yearning, nearer naked than we’d ever been, my erection straining obviously against her leg inside my swimming trunks, she knowing without words our mutual desire.

She did not push my hand away when I tentatively reached between her legs. Nor did I withdraw as she shyly commenced to rub my cock through my trunks. It was an afternoon of endless teasing pleasure.

A pleasure interrupted for the time being by Mum’s return. I didn’t hear her enter the house; it was the slamming of the back door as she came through it that caused us to jump apart.

“Oh, hello, dears,” she said brightly, “I thought I’d take a leaf out of your book and get a bit of sun.”

She was wearing only an obscenely tiny g-string and a large pair of dark glasses. Her pussy had obviously been rendered hairless once more. She strutted past us and bent to spread her towel on a folding chair, flaunting her arse.

“It’s such a lovely day, isn’t it?” she continued. “Lucy, dear, do you mind if I borrow some of that lotion?”

Not waiting for an answer she stretched out for it and began squirting the white cream on her swaying breasts. Her tongue played across her lips as she rubbed it in and pulled obviously on her nipples, making them erect.

“It’s so nice to be able to have one’s boobs out, so liberating,” she went on. “Don’t you think so, Lucy dear?”

“Oh…I…” Lucy responded uncertainly.

“Try it dear, I’m sure you’ll like it,” Mum encouraged her, “It’s nothing we girls haven’t seen before. Peter can undo your top for you.”

Lucy turned her back to give me access, and shyly held herself covered a few moments before letting her top fall.

“What lovely breasts you have,” Mum complimented her as she turned back to face us, “Not like these saggy old things! Here, put some of this on them…”

While Mum settled back on her chair, Lucy squirted cream into her hand and diffidently did as Mum bid her. Mum’s compliment was fully justified: Lucy’s tits were young and perfect, plump handfuls of flesh that I longed to feel, to lick, to take in my mouth. And to watch her slowly spreading the cream on them was entrancing.

“Don’t let your nipples get burnt, dear,” Mum advised, slowly rolling her own engorged teats between thumb and fingers, “That can be so uncomfortable. Give them plenty …”

Mum’s legs were open, her labia protruding fatly beyond the confines of her tiny garment. The display of her sexual organs to us was obvious. Lucy stared at her in fascination, her eyes falling first on Mum’s tits, then on her spread crotch.

Mum sought to turn down the heat a little with casual chat, and Lucy appeared to relax a bit, settling back on her sun lounge and taking my hand. I laced my fingers in hers. Shortly afterwards, Mum rose and ducked inside to get a beach towel. Lucy and I took advantage of her absence to kiss, and I cupped her breast reverentially.

“Peter, this is so strange,” she murmured as I squeezed it gently, “What is your Mum up to?”

“Buggered if I know,” I replied, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Mmm, kiss me again …”

On Mum’s return we disengaged in less haste than on her initial arrival. She spread the towel on the ground in full view of us and lay down on her front.

“Peter, would you mind doing my back?” she asked.

I looked at Lucy and pulled a face. As I approached Mum’s prone form she opened her legs, enough to display the g-string nestled between the cheeks of her arse, and then a little more, her anus peeking out from beneath it.

“That’s lovely,” she cooed as I applied the cream to her back and shoulders. I looked up at Lucy and shrugged.

“Don’t forget my bottom, sweetie,” Mum chided me, raising her hips slightly and adjusting the string over them. Lucy was wide-eyed, and I shared a grimace with her.

“Thank you darling,” Mum purred when I had finished, “That’s so much better.” She wriggled to settle herself on the towel.

Now that she wasn’t watching, Lucy and I kissed again, her tongue fiercely meeting mine. This time she gripped my cock with a little more determination, and I slipped my hand inside her bikini bottoms. Her furry little nest was all dewy and hot, and she let out a tiny squeak as she pressed her clit against my hand and rubbed her tits across my bare chest. Had we been alone, I’d have been tasting her sweet young pussy in moments. That or having my face slapped.

I glanced over Lucy’s shoulder at Mum. She had turned over again and, propped up on one elbow, was watching us, licking her lips lasciviously and fingering herself. She’d pulled her g-string to one side and was making a deliberate show of working two fingers up her cunt. It was too much.

“Anyone thirsty?” I asked, disengaging from Lucy and seeking to change our uncertain direction.

“Yes, please, darling,” Mum replied like a shot. “Look, would you mind popping down to the corner and getting me some ginger ale? That’s what I really feel like, and we don’t have any. What about you, Lucy dear?”

“Umm,” Lucy responded uncertainly.

“Lucy’ll have some too, darling, I’m sure.” I rose and held out my hand.

“Oh, you’ll only be a few minutes,” Mum continued, “I’m sure Lucy can spare you for that long.”

I looked at Lucy. She shrugged and smiled.

I was gone not longer than quarter of an hour, but I should have known better. On returning to the kitchen I could hear her little anguished cries. And looking out the window I was not altogether surprised. Her bikini bottoms were on the ground. She lay back on the sun lounge, tossing her head from side to side with her eyes closed, pulling at her nipples, whilst between her wide spread legs my mother was feasting on her crotch, working depraved fingers into her fresh pussy and up her tight young anus.

I smacked the bottle down on the table and Lucy’s eyes popped open in fright. But she was too close, and Mum’s assault was relentless.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Lucy moaned, her eyes pleading with me, “Oh fuck…oh God!”

All against her will she was being made to cum, made to orgasm under Mum’s practised hands and mouth, the tears springing even as her head lolled back in involuntary ecstasy.

She would not meet my eyes after that. As Mum settled back, satisfied with her handiwork, Lucy sprang to her feet and gathered up her bikini. Rushing into the house in tears she forced her way past me and into my room, slamming the door behind her.

“Lucy, what is it?” I called lamely, knowing full well what “it” was. “Please! Talk to me!” I turned the handle, only to feel her throwing her weight against the door from inside.

“Go away! Just let me get dressed and go!”

I didn’t press the point immediately, but sought to embrace her as she emerged. This too, she fought off.

“Leave me alone! Oh, God! Leave me alone!” She wrestled with me, twisting herself free.

“Lucy, please! Don’t go!”

“Just let go of me Peter, God, let me just leave!”

Again she pushed me away and bolted for the front door. Tearing it open, she dashed down the driveway.

“Lucy, help me…” I murmured. But it was to the empty air.

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I did not want to be in the same bed as my mother that night. I’d rung Lucy, but been turned away by her father. He was mighty cold about it, and I dreaded what she may have told him. In his shoes, I’d have done no different.

Having turned my budding romance to shit, Mum seemed somewhat chastened.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” she pleaded, “I wasn’t intending to do anything, it just got a bit out of hand…”

“Just a bit,” I said scornfully. “From the moment you got home you were carrying on like some jealous bitch in heat. What’s with the bald pussy, huh? And the tits out and fucking yourself in front of her for God’s sake!”

“Yes, darling, I know. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have interfered with your little crush.”

“What the fuck would you know about it?” I sneered.

Next day, I went round to visit Lucy, but no one was home. Or at least no one was answering. Nor the next day or the day after that. But on Thursday she opened the door. “Hi,” I said.

“Hello.”

“Look, I…” Though I’d rehearsed my speech over and over I didn’t know quite where to begin now that I saw her pretty, frightened face. “I’m really sorry about last weekend. I don’t know what the fuck got into my mother. God, sometimes she’s just fucking insane. I think I’m living in a madhouse.”

“It’s Okay.” It plainly wasn’t.

“Lucy, please, you have no idea…” I was going to say: “You have no idea how much I want to be with you, how much I need someone like you,” but I got none of that out.

“Peter, I don’t think I want to see you anymore.”

“Lucy, really, I…”

“Please, don’t come round. Don’t ring me.” Her eyes were brimming with tears. “Don’t anything.”

And that, as they say, was that.

I am given to understand that teen love tends to be rather intense and fraught at the best of times. It certainly was in my case. Whether more or less than anyone else’s experience, who knows? We only pass this way once. But I mourned my loss a good long time.

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One thought on “Not Yet But Now 11

  1. Oh I feel for that boy, and this is the worry I have as a horny mother who one day may just lose control and cause such pain to my kids!

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