After that, things calmed down for a while. My mother and father quit fighting and I kept seeing Mr. Kirkwood. Or Jason, as I ended up calling him.
I would go over to his house one night a week and we'd fuck until we could hardly move. Then we'd fuck some more.
His cock was absolutely incredible. He could do more things with it than I had ever imagined were possible, and after a while I began to feel like my cunt was perfectly molded to fit him. I was happy with this arrangement.
Then something happened that changed everything about our relationship. In fact, as I look back on it now, it seems likely that what happened at this point was the first in a series of events that led eventually to my decision to leave home.
What happened was my mother walked in on us while we were fucking. One day when I left home to go to Jason's house, I told my parents that I was going to the library. My mother said something about having to go out later herself, but that she'd probably be home before I got back. I guess a warning bell should have flashed in my mind then, but it didn't. I was too excited about the prospects for the evening ahead to be paying much attention to what my mother was saying.
At any rate, when I got to Jason's we had a drink, and then went upstairs. Lately we had been doing the same kind of thing he had been doing that night with mother – him tying me up and fucking me that way. I wasn't really crazy about it, but sometimes I could get into it.
Tonight, however, I came up with a twist.
"Why don't you let me tie you up?" I asked him.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I don't think so."
"Come on, Jason, it's only fair. How many times have I let you do it to me?"
He looked uncertain, and I think for the first time I realized how important it was in his own mind for him to be the one in control. Finally, however, he gave in.
Five minutes later he was naked on the bed, each of his hands and feet carefully bound to the four bedposts. He looked uncomfortable and his cock was limp.
I loved it. Standing at the end of the bed I stripped for him, occasionally, reaching out with a light finger to touch his cock. It didn't stay limp for very long. When I was completely naked, I just stood there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being in control. I could feel his eyes on my body, and I made sure to stand so that he could get a fantastic view of my firm tits and my hungry cunt.
"Come on," he urged, wanting to get started.
"Not yet."
I was going to give him a kind of treatment he'd never gotten before, at least not from me. He deserved it, and besides, it would be fun. There was a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom, and without giving him any explanation I went out to get it. When I came back a few seconds later, his cock was limp again.
"Ohhhh, poor baby. What's the matter with your soft little cock?"
He failed to appreciate my humor. "I don't like this."
"Aw, come on, Jason. Just relax and enjoy it."
With that I reached down and took some of the oil in my hands. While he watched me, I rubbed it into my skin, making certain to cover my smooth, milky tits with it. As I rubbed them around I could feel my nipples getting hard, and I knew that Jason was enjoying it because his cock got hard again. I kept rubbing oil into my body, working it into every square inch that I could reach. When I got to my crotch, I by passed my pussy and went to work on my legs, making sure that my thighs became as shiny as the rest of my body. Then I went back to my cunt.
"You like this?" I asked him, knowing that he did. His cock was totally rigid.
He only nodded.
"Good. Now how about this?"
I took another handful of the oil and began to rub it into my cunt hair. After just a few seconds it glistened wetly, and when I touched it I could feel how incredibly smooth and slippery it was. I think that by this time he was finally relaxed and had forgotten about the bonds that held him in place.
At any rate, I knew that he wasn't feeling anything but excitement about what was happening in front of him and anticipation about what was going to happen in just a few minutes. I spread my pussy lips apart and rubbed some oil between my legs. It mixed with the pearly drops of cream that were already there, making my cunt a completely messy quagmire that was just waiting for a cock.
Now I climbed onto the bed with him. I could feel his eyes hungrily eating up my body, and I was aware that the oil was making me feel sexier than I ever had in my life. I looked at his cock. It was huge, rising up from his body like a tree. I touched it. As my slippery fingers closed around it, his entire body seemed to shudder slightly. Then I started stroking it, sliding my slippery hands all over his prick. There was enough oil left on them to make it possible for me to make his cock as wet and shiny as my entire body was. It also made it nice and slimy.
By the time I was finished with him I could tell that he was absolutely dying to stick his cock up into my wet cunt, but I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to make him wait. I ran my hands all over his body, starting with his face and ending up with his toes.
"Come on, Honey, you're driving me crazy."
"Ohhh, poor baby." Then I knew it was time to go ahead and give him what he wanted.
"All right, Jason. Tell me what you want."
"You know good and fucking well what I want."
"Tell me."
"Jesus."
I didn't move. He knew then that if he really wanted to fuck me he would have to go along with whatever little games I wanted to play.
"All right. I want your cunt. There. Are you satisfied?"
"I suppose."
I moved forward, straddling him. I could see his eyes peering up into my parted slit, and I could imagine what he was seeing. It made my cunt even more excited just to think about it. Finally I stopped above his cock. My legs were parted, my thighs straining. Taking his hard cock in my hands I guided it to the entrance of my pussy. There I could feel his bulbous head pushing on my slippery lips, and I knew it wouldn't take much effort to slide his prick into my cunt.
I sat down.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," I moaned.
I could feel his rigid prick all the way up to my stomach. He began to thrust into me almost immediately. It was as if he had been waiting entirely too long for this moment to arrive, and now that it was here he wasn't going to waste any precious time.
"Do you like it, Jason?" I purred, squirming and writhing on his cock as he jammed it in and out of my pussy. "Isn't it nice and slippery in there?"
He just groaned, but I knew that the oil was having the same effect on him that it was having on me. I could feel his cock better than I ever had before, it was almost as if my cunt was more sensitive. He tried to reach up and grab my tits, but his hands were tied too tightly to allow for anything like that. I laughed and bent over, letting one of my tits brush down against his mouth. When he tried to suck it, I pulled it back. Then when he relaxed I let it drop back down in his face again.
"You're a fucking nasty bitch," he growled.
"I know."
Then we both laughed.
"I'm gonna make you come," he declared.
He did, and I did. First he started shoving harder and harder with his cock, driving it so deep into me that I had to gasp to keep from losing my breath. Then he added a circular motion that made his cockhead move all through my cunt.
"Ohhhhh Jason, I can feel it, you're gonna make it happen. Ohhh!"
After that it was only a matter of seconds before the churning, foaming presence inside my pussy began to rise out from deep within me and I exploded.
"uuunnnggghhh!" Wave after wave wracked through me, causing me to arch my back and strain every muscle in my body. It was just about then that I heard my mother's voice in the background.
"Well well well. How do you like that?"
I couldn't believe it. The room began to reel, everything in it spinning at crazy angles. I pulled myself off Jason's cock and turned to look at her.
"Mother!"
"Honey."
We stared at each other for a long time. I couldn't tell exactly what it was that she was feeling. If it was anger, she was at least keeping it restrained. I noticed that her eyes were running up and down my body, and that she was looking very closely at my heaving tits. Glancing at Jason I saw that his cock was completely limp. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"Mother, why don't we have a talk?"
She nodded, and I walked out of the room just ahead of her. My mind was racing. I had to find a way to salvage something out of the situation. In the living room I wrapped a robe around my body and turned to face her.
"Well?" she said.
"I guess we don't have any secrets from each other, do we?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jason…"
"I still don't understand."
"I mean you walked in on us and I did just about the same thing to the two of you."
"When?"
"While Dad was away. That night, remember? I was watching from the hallway."
Her face became crimson, and I knew I had her. At least she couldn't lay any preaching on me she was as bad as I was in that regard.
"Mother, why don't you have a drink?"
She nodded. I could tell that she needed one. As she gulped it down I watched her, and I decided then that I could go ahead with the suggestion that had been forming in my mind. It might be crazy, and it might never work, but there was always a chance. I got her drunk. It only took about ten minutes. She gulped down three glasses of sherry while I had one. By the time she finished she wasn't sloppy drunk, but I could tell that the edge had definitely been taken off her anger.
"Jason's still upstairs."
"Fuck him."
I giggled at her answer to my observation; she looked at me for a moment, and then almost giggled herself.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking."
"You were thinking what?"
"Well, that's an excellent idea. I think you ought to do it."
She looked confused. Then suddenly she understood and this time she did giggle.
"You mean fuck Jason?"
He was still tied to the bed when we walked in. I could tell from the look on his face that he was nearly hysterical from worrying over what was going on between us downstairs. I think he had visions of us calling the school board and telling them to come over to Mr. Kirkwood's house to see what he did in his spare time. He was glad to see it was only us. My mother stood at the end of the bed staring at him. I could tell that she was angry again, but she was also intrigued by the possibilities that his position on the bed presented her.
"My my, looks like my daughter managed to get you in quite a compromising position, Jason."
"Come on, Beth. Untie me for Christ's sake."
Nope. She took a long sip from her fourth glass of sherry, then reached out and took his cock in her hand. It jumped to life almost immediately.
"Well well well, looks like the same old Jason, doesn't it?"
We giggled hysterically. I don't know why it seemed so funny, but it did. I guess we were just on the same wave length. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched.
I wasn't certain what she was going to do, but I was certain that it was going to be interesting.
She absolutely tortured him for the next hour. It was beautiful to watch. Believe me, there's no woman in the world who can handle a man's cock like my mother can. She's amazing.
First she just played with him, letting her fingers run up and down over the smooth skin, pulling it over the head of his cock, and then jerking back down on it. Jason remained silent.
I could tell that he was desperately trying to ignore her, but it was no use. After all, he'd been hard for quite some time earlier in the evening when the two of us had been fucking, and at the end he hadn't gotten a chance to come. His cock must have been about to explode.
Once or twice during the first few minutes I thought I detected a slight shudder along the length of his cock, but each time my mother let her hands drop off of it for just a few seconds. She was going to drive him crazy.
The third time that he almost came, she let go, then stood at the end of the bed and took off her clothes. I could tell that she was getting hot herself, but I was pretty certain that taking her clothes off was designed primarily to make Jason even more frustrated and I was right.
"Want another drink?" I asked my mother as she sat back down on the bed.
"Sure," she replied, smiling and handing her glass up to me. Then she got on her knees in front of Jason.
"See you in a minute."
When I came back she was sitting on the bed at the opposite end away from Jason. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were in her cunt, spreading the lips apart and fingering her pussy.
"Keep your eyes open, Jason," she warned. I looked at him, his eyes were closed.
She reached out with one of her hands and began to tickle the sole of his foot. At first he thought it was funny, but after about thirty seconds I think he realized that, potentially at least, this was an exquisite form of torture. He kept his eyes open from then on. My mother went back to her cunt, letting her fingers play along the entrance for a while, and then finally slipping two of them inside her silt.
I tried not to stare, but it was no use. She ran both fingers in and out, guiding them expertly to the deep wetness beyond the entrance to her snatch. I felt my cunt becoming wet and drippy after I watched her for just a few seconds. I looked at Jason. His cock was absolutely rigid, jutting up from his body like a flagpole. He tried to remain still, but his crotch seemed to have a will of its own. He began to grind up against the air, a look of total frustration on his face.
"Ohhhh, poor little Jason," Mother cooed.
"Look, Jason. Don't you like what you see? How's my clit tonight? Nice and big, isn't it?"
He was going crazy. So was I, for that matter. My cunt was positively on fire. I could feel my own clit jumping around inside my pussy like it was alive. Then she took his cock in her mouth. With absolutely no effort at all she slid down the length of his meat, her lips parting smoothly and her throat muscles expanding easily.
Jason went wild. Almost before she had him completely inside her mouth, he began to jab madly into her. It was obvious that he was determined to explode as quickly as possible, but it was equally obvious that she had no intention of letting him do that. Again, just before he was about to shoot his load, she jerked free of him and left his cock suspended in the air.
"Aaaagggghhhh!! God dammit!"
My mother laughed. "What's the matter, Jason?" she asked sweetly.
"You fucking bitch."
"Thank you. I try hard."
"My fucking balls."
"Yes? You were saying something about your balls?"
"Fuck you."
"Now now, Jason. Mustn't talk that way. It isn't nice. What's the matter with your balls?"
"You know good and fucking well what's the matter with them. You're giving me the biggest fucking case of blue balls in the Goddamn fucking world."
"Such language."
I had to hide a snicker. My mother was keeping such a straight face through all this, and making Jason look like a complete idiot.
"Would you like me to finish you off, Jason!"
"Just untie me and get the fuck out of here."
"Now Jason."
"Listen, this shit's gone far enough. Let me get the fuck up."
"Look's like you're already up to me," she replied, gesturing towards his cock.
Jason clammed up. It was obvious that my mother was in complete control, and he knew it. She was going to do exactly what she wanted to do, and nothing that he could say was going to change it.
"All right Jason, I guess it's time to finish your poor little cock off. It's getting late."
The idea of calling his cock "little" almost sent me into another bout of hysterics, but I controlled myself. She took both hands and wrapped them around his cock, then waited. He didn't do anything at first, obviously not trusting her.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well what?"
"Go on. I'm not gonna do it for you."
He hesitated, waiting for another trap, but finally he began to thrust up into the firm pocket that she had formed with her hands. It didn't take long. After about six strokes his face began to get red and I could tell that he was about to explode.
"Ohhhh Jesus! Ohhhhh! Uuuggghhh!"
I had never seen anything like it at the time, and I've never seen anything like it since. His cock must have been storing up cum for a year, or at least it seemed that way. He shot his load into the air.
The first glob was so huge that when it landed on his chest it covered an area the size of a small pancake. And it was only the first. For what seemed like an eternity, he kept shooting his jism into the air. It came out in great, long gobs that were white and milky.
They shot high into the air, and then fell slowly back down to his body. For a while it seemed like he was never going to finish, but at last he stopped shoving his cock into the air and my mother let go of him. His entire upper body was positively covered with cum. I would have loved to climb on top of him and rub my face and tits all in it, but I knew that my mother wouldn't appreciate me doing such a thing.
"All right, Honey. Let's go."
She got dressed. I wondered if she was just going to leave him like this. It would be a cruel thing to do, but she just might do it. Fortunately for Jason, she didn't. Just before we left she reached over and unfastened the bonds that held one of his hands in place.
"There. It might take a little while but I'm sure you can reach the other ones and get them off. Have a pleasant sleep."
Then we left before he had a chance to say anything else. I thought my mother's performance had been excellent.